‘Ow… ow… Ngh… please…’ You thought in dismay as you continued to be trod upon by your teenage owner as he continued to… wherever it was he was heading. You had initially hoped it wasn’t going to be TOO far, but as you were used and acknowledged as nothing more than a simple sock, you just wanted him to stop completely. The weight that bore on your fabric as he shifted his weight onto you, then off as you rose behind him before swinging back in front of him and pressed flat was already unbearable.
The smell of his shoe made it even worse. Even if you shifted your vision above the ankle and out of the shoe, you couldn’t escape the smell of old sweat and foot funk. It was as though every fiber inside you had a sense of smell and taste.
And even the simple stroll your wearer was taking, you got a full taste of salty skin, and saltier sweat.
Thinking back to earlier, when you still had limbs, were still human, and capable of understanding other humans, you were REALLY regretting carelessly jumping down that sock hole. No clue when, or… even IF you’d be able to return there, or if you’d even be human again if you did manage to make it back.
Going from a flesh and bone human being to a simple white fiber sock was completely humiliating…
The footsteps finally stopped as you heard a knocking on wood, and the door soon opening. The giants above talking and chuckling to each other was unintelligible to you. The fact you AUGHT to know what was being communicated made this experience even more degrading to your psyche. Feeling the toes within you shake and twitch as you were finally freed from the smelly shoe that had been your prison, you gasped and gagged. The smell seemingly engrained into your absorbent fibers much like the foot sweat slowly seeping from the foot you had been glued to.
You smelled like… well, like a young man’s SOCK.
‘Just… just a sock…’ You tried to think as you were stepped on as the boys above talked and planned, ‘Socks get worn, socks soak up smelly foot sweat, socks can’t understand humans…’ You mentally told yourself, ‘I USED to be human, but… hopefully for now, I’m… just a sock.’ Feeling the toes you clung to wiggle and flex into the soft carpet you were now beig walked upon, the two boys sat on the couch, turning on some TV as they continued to talk. About what you couldn’t make out, but if your own time as a teenager could guess, something that would probably involve a LOT of walking and footwork.
‘Just a sock. Just a sock…’ You repeated to yourself. The only way you could think to cope with your impossible situation was to quit thinking of yourself as a person. Right now, you were a simple sock, and if you wanted your sanity in tact, it’d be best to start thinking like a sock and less like a human…
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