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Sitting in her office after a long day Lasya tried to remember something. She knew she had something important to do at the end of the day but couldn’t recall what it was. It didn’t have anything to do with a patient, she had already checked up on them throughout the day.

Still, some part of her knew it had to deal with one but she didn’t know which. She remembered that it wasn’t serious or anything, just something small that she had to do. The answer to what she’d yet to do was a lot closer than she’d think. All she’d need to do was ask her socks.

For the past few hours, they wished for nothing more for this moment to come, yet, at this point it seemed unlikely. Today was the day that Emily started this radical new medical trial, it was called the sweat cure.

It involved the patient, or whoever was subject to it, being transformed into an article of clothing that would get filled with tons of sweat throughout the day. With them later being washed and subsequently transformed back. It was thought that this whole process would be able to alleviate possible causes of the flu and other infections.

With the patient being thoroughly washed with water and soap, the inventors of the process reasoned that it would entirely cure them of the infections. The kicker was that they had to test it out, which is where Emily came in.

Always up to getting a quick buck, she was open to being a medical test subject. As such it caught her interest that the day-long process would net her $2000. To say that she wanted the job was an understatement. 

A couple of weeks and a pile of paperwork later, she was ready for the trial. It was quite the feeling when she was transformed. Slowly her flesh and blood became fabric, her body splitting in two right down her vertical middle half. 

Instantly she could taste her cottony body, seemingly her tongue became the insides of the two socks. She wasn’t given a choice on what she’d become, but whatever form she took would be worth the two grand. After a couple of minutes, a nurse came in and grabbed her.

Said nurse was her proctor, and soon-to-be wearer. Back in her office Lasya slipped the transformed woman on, taking note of her comfort. She didn’t have long to dwell on this though, she had patients to check up on.

So, rather quickly she put on her shoes and headed out into the swath of the hospital, Emily being the least of her concerns. As soon as she was in the cavern of her shoes she realized how unprepared for this she was.

The feeling of simply being worn was practically too much, both her bodies being filled to their limit by the nurse’s feet. With her tongue being stretched on the side of her bodies she was also forced to taste those same feet.

Said feet would crush and imprint her with its funk, with her being forced to taste them, their sweat, the dirt and debris covering them. It was just disgusting, especially mixed with the smell of her heavily worn sneakers. All of this would get worse as the trial progressed.

Beyond exhausted, Emily was happy when the nurse finally took her out of the shoes after the long day. But she wasn’t free yet, far from it. Over the course of the day, Lasya had forgotten about the test subject at her feet.

So, after letting her feet breathe for a couple of minutes, she put her shoes back on before she headed out of the hospital. With this test going on far longer than advertised, Emily hoped that she would be found before she spent some time in the nurse’s hamper.

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