Hello again! I'm back with a cap I wrote a little while back with a drawing I had commissioned by @EmpiricalSmut. I hope you all enjoy! Also, I'm not back, just posting from my backlog

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Through all her malleable-bodied mishaps, Elastic Lass had always maintained some form of herself. She’d be crushed, inflated, her body twisted in so many ways, but she’d, at least to an extent, remain in her human form. Her body might’ve been stretched thin, but she was still herself.

Now, though, that was less definite. Given her burgeoning super-heroine side gig, Lois had begun to feel invincible. With her malleable powers and all, she figured she could take on anything. As such, she never expected to be beaten by just another nameless villain.

He was a small-time robber whom she managed to trace to a local clothing factory. There, she tried to take him down while haphazardly using her powers. Just as she was about to catch him, she felt one of her legs get sucked into a machine.

She had barely any time to react as her body was fed into the machine, only quickly grabbing a nearby rail. Lois only held it for a few seconds before the robber pulled her hand off of it, her body slingshotting directly into the machine. 

Given that it was a clothing factory, and that her body could be made into a long, thin string, she quickly became just another article of clothing. The malleable heroine was whittled down into the lowest of all garments one could become, a single sock. 

After that, she went through the rest of the clothes-making process, ending up in a pair of assorted socks. She waited in a local store for a couple of days before she was bought. Who ended up getting the heroine-turned sock, well, none other than Kara Zore-El, Supergirl!

From there, she had been nothing but her sock. It wasn’t like she could ask her for help, as her mouth had been stitched shut. The only way Kara would know the sock was her was to look at its sole, where an image of her shocked face was.

As she was viewed as little more than her sock, she was treated as such. For hours, she’d be stuck in her boot, her world filled with the overbearing scent and taste of her foot, whether from the worn insides of the boot itself or her actual foot.

Her body was also forced to absorb any and all foot sweat produced by her foot. Said sweat was an intensely salty liquid, which practically dried out her nonexistent mouth. The musk of her foot was just as bad, an intense funk which assaulted her nostrils.

After hours of being in her boot, she was more than relieved when Kara took it off. Exhausted, she didn’t notice as she made contact with her printed-on form. In shock, she relaxed her foot out in front of her and was at a loss for words.

She had been wearing Superman’s girlfriend around her foot all day! How was she a sock? She didn’t know if she could be helped or whether she could even help her out. Nervously, she tried to think of anything to say. All that came out was “Well, gee, I, umm…I’m sorry, Lois.” 

The image used was commissioned by me and created by @EmpiricalSmut. The characters in the image are the property of DC Comics.