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Chapter 5 by Whyamidointhis Whyamidointhis

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A sight to behold

The right sock slowly coiled itself around Sherry’s ankle and the closed end slowly started pecking the top of her foot, the way the fabric was bending was like a mouth with lips kissing her foot. Pecking the top of Sherry’s foot it slowly rubbed itself towards her toes where the “mouth” slowly ran itself over her toes. The sock was attracted to the wine red of her toe nails, and ran itself over each and ever single one before it coiled around and lifted her foot up off the ground a bit. The sock was now staring at her sole, they were perfectly shaped, just enough arch where someone could rest their face on it. The sock firmly pressed it’s “mouth” on her sole and sensually rubbed her sole from top to bottom. The living fabric shuddered, it hadn’t felt something so soft in so long. It was like her foot was calling to it, to put itself on her body. So it began to do just that, the sock uncoiled itself and laid itself flat, as if someone was getting ready to put it on. Bringing the open ended half of itself towards the end of Shery’s foot, it slowly began to slide itself on to her foot and leg. Like the left, it began to shudder and tightened its grip against her skin. The sock began to make itself snug onto Sherry’s leg, while leaving itself a little lose on her toes. The sight of Sherry was certainly a bizarre one, her legs looked like she forgot to put her left sock on while her left arm essentially had a sock puppet attached to it. For a moment everything was still, Sherry began snoring in a rhythmic pattern. The socks stopped moving on their own and remained where they put themselves on. But why would they do this? Why is the main question…

Well…

They fell in love with her so fast, and became obsessed with her so much. They wanted to attach themselves to her, and become a part of her.

Slowly her left arm began to lift itself up and her hand and arm bent itself like a sock puppet and turned to face her. Sherry’s right foot then lifted itself up and the wrinkles on the sock moved towards her sole and slowly began to make the shape of a face. Both of them began smiling.

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