[a bit earlier]
"THERE'S NO WA-" Tommy's words froze as he was blinded by the bright light of the lazer. Then, only darkness.
"......"
"....."
"...?"
"W-..where am I?"
"What is this?!"
All around him was darkness. His body felt odd too. He couldn't feel his arms or legs.
.Out of nowhere, Tommy felt himself being picked up by an unknown force.
"W-woah!" The sensation could best be described as unnerving.
Finally, Tommy could see. The room around him dropped as he found himself face to face with his now gigantic best friend; Smirking happily at your new-form. Apparently, Eric was only able to 'see' from the fabric on the sole of the sock.
"Wow, Tommy should do his laundry more often!"
That was when the realization hit him.
"YOU DID IT, DIDN'T YOU!? YOU TURNED ME INTO A SOCK?!? YOU IDIOT!! YOU'RE SO DEAD!" ...as least that's what Tommy WANTED to yell. For some reason he wasn't able to speak, only see and feel.
He couldn't yell physically, but he sure did in his mind. "ERIC YOU IDIOT!!" CHANGE ME BACK YOU-"
Feeling his heart fill with dread, Tommy watched as Eric started pulling off one of the socks he was wearing.
"H...hey..HEY!! YOU BETTER NOT DO WHAT I THINK YOU'RE THINKING ABOUT DOING"
Tommy's suspicions were confirmed as his best-friend started carrying him closer to the massive bare foot. As Eric's thumbs slowly began to pry open his elastic hole, a huge grin had now spread across the older teen's face.
"STOP!!! DUDE I'M WARNING YOU! I'M NOT KIDDING. THIS ISN'T FUNNY!!.
That was when he felt it. The large warm foot was entering him. It's mass caused him to expand in all directions. It wasn't painful, but it was still a very uncomfortable feeling. After the foot had been completely covered, he could feel Eric wriggling his large damp toes, probably doing so on purpose. It was completely mortifying for the transformed teen.
"Dude.. if you don't take me off right now, I swear I'll beat the crap out of you later." Tommy threatened dryly. He was seriously regretting ever letting Eric use the device in the first place.
Soon he felt massive pressure as Eric stood up and began to walk. Again, it didn't really hurt him, but it still wasn't in any way enjoyable.
CARPET. DARKNESS. CARPET. DARKNESS. That's all Tommy could see as the teen casually walked across his friend's bedroom floor.
Eventually Eric yawned and started to crawl into Tommy's bed.
"ARE YOU SERIOUS!? NO. TAKE A NAP LATER. CHANGE BE BACK DUDE!!" Tommy was not amused in any way. He was honestly starting to reconsider their friendship at this point.
That was when he heard a snore.
"uuuuughh" Tommy groaned. He was defeated (no pun intended)
----
He could do nothing but adhere to the foot. Occasionally Eric would clench his toes during his sleep. It was humiliating. Tommy was completely powerless.
More time had passed when he felt himself being pried off of the foot by Eric's other foot. At first he assumed that Eric was finally starting to wake up, but quickly realized that he was just doing it while sleeping.
Falling onto the floor, Tommy watched as the other sock followed him.
"I just want this nightmare to be over..."
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[An hour later]
Tommy was surprised to see Eric jump out of bed so quickly. He seemed to be distraught about something.
"What? Now you remember me? Ugh.. FINALLY" Tommy sighed sarcastically.
That was when Eric looked down at the socks on the floor.
He scanned the socks in an attempt to figure out which was his friend. Tommy seemed to pick up on this and began to mentally scream.
"I'M RIGHT HERE!!"
Almost as if Eric had heard him, he fixed his eyes onto Tommy and began to reach for him.
"Alright, we're never going to use that gun again alrig-..." Tommy was cut short as he felt himself being worn again..
"hey...........HEY HEY HEY HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?" The younger teen screamed angerly.
Eric pulled him on snugly and did the same with another sock on his other foot.
The teen ran out of the room and down the staircase
"NO!! CHANGE ME BACK! YOU PICKED THE WRONG SOCK! I'M NOT YOUR SOCK! ERRRRIIIICC"
Tommy could do nothing as Eric slipped his sneakers on and ran out the house, slamming the door behind him.
The pressure the sock-teen was under was immense. It was only compounded by the fact that Eric was practically sprinting down the sidewalk.
The heat inside the sneaker became more and more intense. It slowly started to become unbearable. Sweat began to collect on Eric's sole, which was now making Tommy's entire form damp.
Eventually Eric stopped running, but the heat only got worse and worse. That was when something unexpected happened.
Tommy felt a sudden wave of what felt like static. It was almost like a sharp shock. Something was wrong. Tommy didn't know what, but he was positive that the intensity of the heat inside the sneaker had done something to him. He started to consider whether or not the transformation effect that still lingered on the sock was ever intended to be put under such heat and wetness.
Tommy did his best to ignore these thoughts and simply waited for the torturous experience to finally be over.
---
[fifteen minutes later]
Tommy finally felt the sensation of cool air as Eric pulled his sneakers off. At this point he was thoroughly damp with Eric's sweat. Luckily, Tommy quickly recognized the floor under him as being part of his house.
"Oh thank god..."
"This is finally going to be over...." Tommy whimpered joyfully.
He could now see the blue carpet fibers of his room. It was then that he felt himself being pulled off the moist, heated foot.
Eric placed all three socks on the floor and grabbed the gun.
He first aimed it at the sock he had left behind. The flash occurred, but nothing happened.
Eric looked guiltily at the socks he was just wearing.
"Please don't be too mad. I had to pick up my little brother.. I didn't have any other choice!" Tommy could tell that Eric was only apologizing so that he wouldn't beat the crap out of him. The transformed teen wasn't completely satisfied with the display of sympathy, but he was happy that Eric had at least acknowledged how terrible that experience must have been for him.
Eric then aimed the gun at the other regular sock. *Flash* but nothing.
Eric smiled nervously. "well... third times a charm" he aimed the gun directly at Tommy.
It was impossible to describe the relief the soaked sock was feeling.
Eric's finger pulled at the trigger and... *FLASH* ...... ...... .......
....Nothing
....
...
"no...."
"no ..no..no..no." Tommy couldn't believe it. Nothing had changed. He was still a sock.
"W...wait.." Eric muttered as he started to shoot the gun at all the socks over and over again.
.... Nothing.
("This can't be happening... this can't be happening...") Tommy was more horrified then he had ever been in his entire life.
His mind quickly remembered that weird static feeling he had felt while inside Eric's sneaker...
"Had that idiot just picked the right sock...." Tommy muttered to himself internally like a zombie.
"why............. WHY!?" Tommy wanted to cry, but he couldn't produce any tears to do so.
Eric just stood there shocked.
"M-maybe I made a mistake!?" He ran over to the bed and started to look for any more socks. He couldn't find any.
Tommy fell further into dread just watching.
"Shit... I'm going to get into big trouble for this...." Eric spoke softly as he stared at the three socks on the floor.
"w-..what? WHAT ABOUT ME?!" Tommy cried out in anger.
Eric started to delude himself with the idea that maybe Tommy was gone for good. He began to assume that the gun must have malfunctioned and wiped out Tommy completely (his consciousness included), at least this is what he wanted to believe.
Starting to feel worried about being blamed for being involved, Eric decided it would be best if he left.
Tommy was starting to break. He watched from the floor as Eric once again contemplated which socks to wear and which to leave behind. "Please... anything but being worn again..". He still hadn't fully grasped that his life as he knew it was over, but anything would be better than being put through that experience again.
"Please... just pick the others.. please..."
"Well.. I guess I might as well take the socks I was already wearing" the only 'human' in the room muttered. In Eric's mind, if it had his sweat on it, it was rightfully his.
Tommy internally screamed as Eric began to reach for him.
"NOOOOOOO!!! ERIC!! PLEASE STOP!! I'M NOT A SOCK!! I'M A HUMAN! ERIC STOOP!!! IT'S ME!! TOMMY ERIC ERIC!!!!! EERIIIIIIIIICC"
He was slowly pulled back onto the hot sweaty foot. The sound of the wet fabric being pulled against wet flesh made a horrifyingly gruesome sound, almost as if a confirmation that sealed Tommy's fate forever.
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