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Rated: E · Interactive · Thriller/Suspense · #1934652

Teen is invited to his best friend's house. (Shrinking/Transformation)

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Chapter #6

Later and much later.

    by: NEDM (TwoTailedMoon) Author IconMail Icon
After days went by, Tommy was declared missing by the police. Eric simply told investigators that he hadn't seen him since school the Friday before. What else could have told him? That he accidentally turned his best friend into a sock? Who would have believed him?

All the while, Tommy was now one of his many socks.

Every few days he'd be chosen to be worn by the giant teenage boy. He would then be washed with the rest of his clothes and put back into the sock drawer. He'd only see light for brief moments during the day when the drawer was opened or when Eric was wearing him with his feet propped up.

About a month after the incident, things only became worse for the poor sock-boy.

One night after spending an entire day on his ex best-friend's foot, Tommy was unwilling forced to listen to the sound of Eric masturbating in bed. Having been turned into an article of a teenager's clothing meant he had to see and listen to many things that he really wished he hadn't. As embarrassing and disgusting as the sounds were, he somehow eventually learned how to block it out.

Eric was getting close to climax when he realized that the tissue box near his bed was empty.

"SHIT!" The boy muttered under his breath as he looked across the room for any paper or cloth I could find. It was then that his eyes landed on one of his socked feet. Not hesitating, Eric quickly reached over and pulled off one of the used socks.

"Wh-wah?! h-ey! Wh-what are you?! NOOOOOO STOOPPP!!!!" The Tommy screamed internally as his entire vision was smothered against his friend's throbbing pink erection.

Gripping the sock tightly around his trembling cock, the teen absentmindedly began pumping away.

"Uh...ughh uuhh~" Eric moaned loudly as the sock absorbed all the pre-cum that had been drizzling down his swollen shaft.

"ERIIIIIIC STOOOOOP!!!!" Tommy had been through horror during the past few months, but this was on a whole different level. To be a sock was one thing, but now his best friend was now using him as a jerk-rag.

He could only cry in silence as his entire form stretched over the horny teenage boy's musky throbbing hard-on. Until....

UUUGGHhhHH!~~ Eric came hard into the white fabric, soaking it with ropes and ropes of a week's worth of creamy boy-pudding. The scent and taste of the cum washed over all of Tommy's senses as it absorbed into every fiber of his being.

Basking in his afterglow, Eric laid back a minute before slowly pulling the gooey sock off his semi-hard erection, creating a distinct sticky.sound as the fabric was pulled way from his genitals.

Holding his old best friend in the air for a moment, Eric quickly realized how much more efficient a sock was when it came to absorbing cum. He even remembered that Tommy had once tried to convince him to use a sock instead, saying that it was much more convenient than using tissues. Deciding to take his old friend's advice, he slowly balled the gooey fabric in on itself, roughly tucking the cum soaked sock under his mattress for tomorrow night's session.

That was the start of Tommy's life as Eric's new cum rag. Eric would occasionally wash him (when he remembered), but even after he was clean, the scent of cum never seemed to go away.

Eventually days turned to weeks and months turned to years.

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Eric was now Seventeen. He had pretty much gotten entirely over what had occurred two years before. He convinced himself that Tommy's spirit had passed on that day. He felt regret, but he knew that Tommy would have wanted him to move on.

He was cleaning out his room when his mom shouted from downstairs to throw out his old clothes.

Eric rummaged through the many drawers and began throwing article after article of clothing into a nearby waste-bin.

He eventually noticed his old cum-rag hanging from between his matress.

At this point, Tommy was almost entirely broken. He had lost his sanity a long time ago. He had accepted that his only purpose in life was to wipe cum off of his master's cock.

Eric examined the yellow'd worn-out sock casually, spotting a hole or two that had formed over all the years of use.

"Hmm.. I guess it's about time that I replaced this thing..kinda looking a little gross these days..." The teen thoughtlessly tossed the filthy fabric into the waist-bin.

For the first time in years, Tommy screamed.

"ERIC..d-don't throw me out Eric!! I'm I'm STILL GOOD ERIC! ERIIIIC!!"

The sock was then piled on by more old clothes.
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The bag of clothes eventually made it's way to a dumpster, where it's location would inevitably be lost forever as it decomposed under piles and piles of garbage.

Eric would go on to college and have a family, never realizing the horrific things he had done to his old best friend.

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