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Brittany had never felt so disgusted in her entire life. Covered in, and constantly absorbing, Mallory’s foot funk she was just all sorts of messed up. If she had known this was what was in store for in, then she would never have agreed to her deal.

With finals week coming up soon, she had begun to get worried. Never the smartest type, nor having the desire to write her term papers, she feared failing her classes, particularly calculus. Having barely paid attention during the lessons she was screwed, at least until she remembered her.

During her first class periods in college, she realized that she was all but two of her past high-school classmates who shared classes together, that person being her soon-to-be saving grace, Mallory. Back in high school, she was the class nerd.

Even now she was, with her having the highest grade in their shared classes. Though, it did take a while to muster up the resolve to ask her. During their years of high school together she was quite the mean bitch to her, always picking on or making fun of her.

Due to that, she wasn’t entirely sure if she would be willing to help her out. Thankfully though, after asking her, Mallory ultimately agreed to help her out albeit on one condition, some time soon she’d have to help her out. Thinking nothing of it, she was just happy to not fail the class.

It didn’t take her long to finish her term paper, with her giving it to her in less than a week. With her half of the deal done, it was time to collect her due. Having never forgotten the years of torment from Brittnay she made sure to pick an adequate job for her.

At first, she didn’t think of what she was going to make her do, she only decided thanks to a lucky accident. Out of everything about her, the one thing she was least proud of was her feet. They could get a pair of socks to be threads in only a couple of weeks. 

Now though, they were the key to her payback. Showing up at her house one night during finals week she enacted her half of the deal. In short work, she transformed her into a pair of cotton socks, a pair which she promptly put on and shoved back into her boots.

From there, that had been Brittany’s home. Day in and day out she had spent her days in there, whether being worn or shoved in them during the night. The smells and tastes all around and inside of her were frankly awful. The sweat acrid and salty, with her entire body tasting it.

Not to mention to pervading stink of foot ingulding her from inside the boots. Every bit of her now cotton body could feel, smell, and taste everything her feet produced. In only a few days she started to show the first signs of wear and tear.

Her entire bottom sides had begun to develop imprints, dark spots of dirt and debris forming the outline of her soles. Parts of her body began to fray, with some holes starting to already develop, alongside all the fuzz accumulating on her bodies.

Now she wanted nothing more than for this to end, but she still had some more time as her socks. Mallory knew that any damage she sustained on her wouldn’t cause her any harm so she was trying to make Brittany into rags, which she was thus far succeeding in.

Soon enough she would be finished with her deal and payback, a payback that was long coming. By then it would be a matter of surprise to see how the weeks as her socks would have affected her. Until then though, Brittany was going to be nothing but a pair of her socks. 

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