It didn't take long for Jack to know what he had become. He was happy he could see light and all, but that light identified that he was a grey sock. Worse still, he faced the inside of the sock. As when Jack was a piece of chocolate, there was an undying urge to scream and complain and fight, but nothing happened. He could do nothing against the impending slab of foot that was coming in.
Izzy laughed as she slowly inserted her foot into the opening of her brand new, brother edition, sock. She made sure it was secure around her foot, stretching the end to as high up her shin as it could go. When that was done, Izzy rubbed her toes around. "You like that, Jack? I must say, I certainly do. When I imagined you becoming my footwear, I would hope that you would be especially comfortable, but this is much better than I anticipated. It's a good thing, too, because I figured Lucy and I could go out to the mall with Mom and walk around. You okay with that?" she smirked. Jack said nothing as her disgusting foot scrunched and squeezed. "I bet you are. Anyways, when Mom gets back, we'll get going. In the meantime, just enjoy it," Izzy laughed, and Lucy replicated her enjoyment.
Carey didn't return until probably twenty minutes later, twenty minutes, Jack thought, which felt like like a decade. In that time, Izzy made it her goal to make Jack as miserable as possible. She wrapped the toe end of the sock, which served as Jack's legs, around her toes, and rubbed the sole section, Jack's upper body and face, into her foot. Jack was utterly horrified as it took very little time for Izzy's foot to put off an odd and uncomfortable odor. Little did he know, it would get much worse over the next two hours.
When Carey returned, she greeted Izzy and Lucy, popped into the shower, then a couple minutes later came out dressed in her casual outfit. "Ready to go?" she asked the girls. Each of them nodded, Izzy especially happy, and everyone put on their shoes. Walking out the door, Izzy put a little extra emphasis in putting pressure on her right foot, smushing Jack as best she could. The heat in her shoe became almost unbearable. Because of all the friction Izzy was causing in rubbing her foot around in her shoe and putting extra force in her steps, sweat particles began forming and coming off her foot. Mentally, Jack was yelling as loud as he could. Within just the first ten minutes of walking out the car door and into the mall after the group had arrived, Jack was absorbing a solid amount of Izzy's sweat. He writhed, getting increasingly uncomfortable. While all was hell in her shoe, Jack was at least fortunate not to have human features, like his mouth, otherwise he likely would be inhaling sweat by the gallon.
The couple hours Izzy mentioned at the mall passes, and all three women are walking back to their car. "Thanks, Mom, that was awesome, I really appreciate it," Lucy said. "Of course, honey, I had a great time too. Izzy, you like what you got?" Carey turned her attention to the other girl. Izzy smiled big. "Absolutely! Today was an amazing day, I wish we could have more like it back home," she spoke loudly. Inside her shoe, her "sock" had adhered to her foot because of how much sweat he absorbed. This, above all, was the best part of Izzy's day in the mall. In the car ride home, Izzy played around with her foot a little bit, squeezing the soaked bit of clothing with all her might. Jack had long since passed out. The smell, the pressure, the sweat, Jack had gone through too much to remain conscious the entire time. After about an hour and forty-five minutes, he blacked out. To this minute, he hadn't regained consciousness.
Back at the hotel, all the girl's kicked back on the beds and watched TV. Izzy had finally given Jack a break and taken him off of her foot. When she did, she went into the bathroom and squeezed him with her hands over the sink. Droplets of sweat ran off into the sink. "Ew, you're like an overused towel," Izzy laughed. At this point, Jack had come to, and little to say, he wasn't pleased. After wringing him somewhat dry, Izzy held him up to her face and smelled, gagging in the process. "Holy shit, you reek. All right, I suppose it's time to bring you back to normal". She set Jack on the ground then brought out her device and changed him back to normal. When he was back to his normal figure, Jack immediately collapsed onto his knees, his body nearly entirely limp. Izzy chuckled and helped him up. "You all right, you trooper?" she asked. Jack glared at her. "Never.. do that... again," he huffed. Izzy rolled her eyes. "We'll see about that, but listen. I don't think you should be here with us, Mom expects that you went off for an emergency. With that in mind, do you have the shrink ray?". Jack begrudgingly nodded. "Good. I'm sorry that I've put you through this all day, I want to help you now. Do you trust me?" Izzy asked. Jack was hesitant, but nodded his head. "Okay, hand me the shrink ray, please".
Does Jack hand Izzy the shrink ray?
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