A commission I made a while back for @TwiztedShadows

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Looking over Nick's fabric, sweat stained, and foul-smelling form Brooke couldn't help but laugh. That wimpy friend of hers now nothing more than a worthless, disgusting pair of socks. He had been that way for a while and would be for the foreseeable future. It all started a month ago.

Brooke had to admit to herself that yes, she always jumped to conclusions but she was sure this time around he had meant it for her. They were hanging out one day when while talking together when Nick called her a bitch. As soon as it left his lips she called him on it.

He quickly tried to say that he was talking about some other woman, not her, but she wasn't buying it. Who else would he have been talking about at that moment? As such, she decided to punish him. This was where she may have overreacted, but Brooke didn't see it as such.

As he was pleading with her she transformed him. In an instant, he became a clean, fresh pair of socks. Quickly grabbing him, she stuffed her feet inside his fabric form, wiggling her toes in his inanimate fabric. "Well, well, you little runt. I know you couldn't keep your foot out of your mouth, but now you can't keep mine out."

She laughed as she slammed her feet into the ground, crushing his fabric form under and against her then unwashed soles. "I suppose that I need to really instill this lesson about not bad mouthing your friends, so, how does a month as my socks sound?" Brooke was meant with no response.

Why should she expect one? Nick was now just her socks. Given this, she was to treat him exactly like them. For the past month, he had been constantly on her feet. Day after day he would be wrapped around, sucking up her stink.

He really did the latter. Within only a week he had developed a disgusting musk around him, bad but bearable. But now, a month since he had been transformed, he was positively stinky. His two forms were permanently imbued with her foot stink, a truly potent smell. It must be hell for him.

Not only was he impregnated by her foot stink but with her sweat as well. For the past few weeks, he had been constantly absorbing bucket-load after bucket-load of it, with his bodies showing it. He was quite sweat-stained, his form bespeckled by the now crusty sweat, staining his bodies.

He was all and all a disgusting mess, the result of such a small mistake. Looking over his disgusting form, Brooke was just pissed off. "I hope you realize that with your filthy form, you've ruined some of my pairs of shoes. Your funk imprinted on them and now they're smelly, just like you!"

"Just for that I would keep you transformed but this form is already permanent. I guess I may have worn you two hard and gotten you too dirty for you to be transformed back, so, guess your my socks now." Somewhat disgusted by his stench, Brooke still put him back on, he was just her socks now after all.

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