Made as part of a trade with @MCpeacy

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After all this time, David had never and I mean, NEVER expected to see her again! After years of her bullying at high school, he was glad to be rid of her and her friends. Yet, after years, he was now face-to-face with Stephanie. 

Seeing her face again reminded David of the years of torment from her and her friends. All of it stemmed from when Steph accidentally found out about his foot fetish. On random days, his thoughts would drift back to their barrage of bullying and their disgust at his fetish.

“Well, well, well. Long time no see, David. God, it’s been a while. I sure do miss you. You made high school quite fun. I remember those days of us teasing you about your disgusting foot fetish. On the topic of that, I recently found a ‘cure’ to help you lose it.”

“Wait, what?” he stammered out. With a press of a button on her phone, David transformed. In his place were multiple pairs of socks. “Now, I should warn you, this ‘cure’ will force you to deal with feet all the time. On the bright side, you’ll no longer have your fetish.”

With that, Stephanie reached down and grabbed the three pairs of socks David had become. She stuffed him into her purse and headed home. Once there, his new life began, as did his ‘cure.’ After all, she had to wear him to make this work.

Not only was she going to wear him, so were her friends, the same ones who had bullied him all those years ago. He was both literally and metaphorically baptized as the three women put him on, his fabric sucking up all the sweat from their feet.

What he immediately noticed was the taste, a mix of the women’s feet, foot sweat, dirt, and the various debris speckling their soles. Then there was the feeling. His entire head was spinning as he tried to keep count of what was happening to his six bodies.

Finally, he noticed the worst thing, the smell. With it having been late in the day, the three women’s feet smelled bad, particularly Stephanie’s. The scent was a mix of leather, foot funk, and sweat, a disgusting concoction. David wanted to just gag, but he couldn’t.

Then there was Stephanie’s teasing. Little things, “You make a better pair of socks than a human.” Or “You smell just like the disgusting pervert you are.” It was a constant barrage of these and more, which filled his sockified ears.

As the days went on, everything only got worse and worse. Some of the women would wear him for multiple days, others would leave him in their shoes. It was a mixed bag of scents and tastes, a disgusting one at that. 

The worst thing about the smells was how different they were. Each of the three women had different foot hygiene, making him acutely aware of their feet every minute. Stephanie’s were by far the worst; they were just plain and simply disgusting.

“You’re just mine and my girl friends’ little foot pet now. I just wonder how well this ‘cure’ is working for you. I can guarantee you that with feet like mine, it certainly is working well. I just know that you are so grateful I did this to you, David.”

There seemed to be no end in sight as days passed and passed while David stayed as the three women’s sock. During this time, he tried to think of some way out of this, to try and find some enjoyment in this hell. After all, like it or not, his life was now dedicated to feet.

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