This choice: The gun is working as intended. • Go Back...Chapter #7It's all good by: Booyah   A couple of minutes have passed since you pressed the button. Megan was still snoring above you, and the wet smacking sound of Rachel's chewing was still there. Her legs, crossed at her ankles, were still resting on the leather foot-stool. The only thing that was different was you.
You were a sock.
The feeling of being a sock was impossible to properly put to words. You felt as if your entire body was stuck in an stretched-out state, and flattened at the same time. The gaping hole on your back (or was it your top now?) did feel strangely similar to how having a mouth felt, only a lot larger and, you know, no teeth, tongue, being made from fabric, stuff like that. And though all of your senses still worked, the sight a sock possesses is, apparently, very limited. Your point of view was placed at the toe-end of the clothing article, where you imagined your head should be. Even though you could partially make out what was above and below your "sock head", no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't crane your imaginary neck backwards or forwards.
Probably because socks don't have necks. Or have the ability to move, for that matter. Despite these obvious anatomical shortcomings, it still took you around 10 minutes to get accustomed to your new situation. But after the initial shock faded, all that was left for you to do was just lie motionlessly on the floor next to your twin, untill Rachel decided to finally leave your bitchy roommate and go home. And that is exactly what you did.
For the next two hours. Ugh. Apart from the munching sounds of Rachel's mouth, the silent snoring coming from Megan's direction, and the noises coming from the TV, the only thing you could hear, smell, taste and sense was BOOOOREDOM. As the time went on, you started to feel like this wasn't the best idea....
BOOOM
A loud crashing sound coming from behind you snapped you back to reality. A feminine bare foot, toes adorned with yellow nailpolish, rested on the floor right next to you. It's partner followed suit, settling on your left side, and actually flattening the other sock underneath it. Rachel stood up.
A loud yawn soon followed.
"Gaawd, i love this movie. Too bad the sequel got cancelled." came Rachel's peppy voice from above you. You couldn't see much from down here, as most of your visiom was obstructed by her looming legs, but judging by sudden silence that filled the room, the movie was clearly over. Show time.
"Ugh, i can't believe this dummy slept through the whole thing. Her loss, i guess." Rachel said, sighning. "Really gotta' go home now, it's getting late. Now where did i put those socks....there they are!"
You rolled your imaginary eyes, remembering Rachel's habit of talking to herself. Now, having found you and your partner, the colossal young woman bent over to grab you. As she did, you managed to catch a small glimpse of her upper body, which untill now was obstructed by her thighs. Especially her massive breasts, barely contained by her tank-top.
And then, her gargantuan palm filled your entire field of vision, as the tree-trunks that were here fingers roughly grabbed you from the floor. The world rushed past you as both you and your partner were picked up by Rachel, who sat back down. Suddenly, you felt her thumbs widen the opening on your back.
"Okay, on you go." Rachel muttered, wasting no time in jamming her barefoot inside of you, her toes wriggling as she did. When you fit snugly against it, she let the elastic of your opening snap back into place, "sealing" your fate. And while she repeated the same process with your twin, you were trying to adjust to your new position.
You were now officially a sock. An object Rachel had complete control over, and could do whatever she wanted with. After all, as far as she was concerned, you were a clothing article she bought two weeks ago at a discount. And though the feeling of helplessness should terrify you, it did the opposite. This kind of experience came once in a lifetime. And as far as how being a sock felt, well.....it certainly felt strange. Your entire body conformed to every movement she made. You felt as if you were filled up from the inside, top to bottom, by her foot. And already, you felt parts of yourself absorbing her foot-sweat.
Then, without warning, Rachel stood up. You felt immense pressure as her entire weight burried into you. You felt your front rise and then fall, as Rachel scrunched her toes. Above you, Rachel decide to......
 indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
| Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author