Jeff could not move or react in any way, despite how much he was struggling internally. He was stuck looking upwards, looking into the hairy face of his confused father. His dad moved forward, reaching down. Jeff felt a quiver of pleasure rush through him as his dad's strong fingers stroked over his body.
"Jeff? Is that...you? This can't be real..."
The ground dropped out from under Jeff as he was picked up, dangling helplessly in his dad's grip. He moved closer to the older man's face, who was still staring slack-jawed. A sudden insistent beeping made his dad blink and look away.
"Oh crap, I'm going to be late for work!"
His dad looked back, biting his lower lip and hesitating. The big man gulped.
"Look...I'm sorry about this Jeff, but I'm in a rush...what am I doing, I'm talking to a sock. I'll make this up to you later, kid. Just try to deal with it for now."
Jeff was flopped helplessly onto the bed again, and could do nothing but watch as his dad grabbed the other identical sock, pulling it over his wide, hairy foot and wiggling his toes. He would have screamed in protest if he could, but soon he was lifted and moved downwards, the massive shape of his dad's giant bare foot approaching as he felt his 'legs' stretched open. His dad's toes pushed forward, penetrating his body, the hard warm thickness of his own father's foot pushing up deep inside Jeff. He felt himself stretched and molded, his shape conforming to his dad's flesh, until he could feel the toes inside his head wriggling and making him move.
Jeff felt a heavy weight pressing down on him as his chest was pressed into the carpet. After the shock of being filled with his own dad's foot subsided, he got the chance to fully experience what being a sock was like. He could feel the warm strength of the foot inside him, like his whole body was hugging it tightly, but he couldn't move at all. He could still see, but from a worm's-eye-view, looking up into his dad's worried face far above. He could also still taste and smell; it was like his dad's toes were in his mouth, and the fleshy warmth of them was rubbing over his tongue. He would have shivered if he could, but he was trapped, force to taste his dad's foot and breathe in the scent of the older man's musk as his sweat soaked slowly into Jeff's cotton body.
"You just feel like a normal sock, son...I hope I'm not hurting you in there."
Jeff could not respond, and watched as his dad's work shoe approached. He felt himself pushed into the warm darkness of the shoe, squeezed inside the musky leather, and resigned himself to his fate. With each step his dad took, Jeff felt a powerful pressure pressing down on him, and release, a rhythmic compression that was oddly hypnotic. Jeff felt himself drift off, relaxed and strangely aroused. The foot filling him and the warmth and scent of his dad's sweat was calming and comforting. Jeff's revulsion gradually gave way to acceptance, then to pleasure.
It was a hot day outside, and Jeff's dad began to sweat, particularly in the uncomfortable leather shoes. Jeff's body grew heavy and wet, musky heat filling him as he tasty the salty sweat from his dad's flesh.
Suddenly, light flooded him, and Jeff felt the air blowing against his cotton body. He would have blinked from the sudden glare, but it seemed his new wide-angled sight had no such troubles. He was under his dad's desk, and he could see the shoes discarded to one side. His dad was sighing with relaxation.
"Phew...sorry son, I hope you're not having too rough a time down there. Just a few more hours and we'll be home, and I'll turn you right back, I promise."
Jeff mentally moaned with sudden pleasure as his dad stretched his toes, and wiggled them. He watched as his father's hairy hands moved down towards him, fingers and thumbs pressing down against him. He felt his cotton form squeezed against his dad's skin as he gave himself a foot massage, rubbing and stroking Jeff's skin against the sweaty flesh. The feeling was bliss. Each stroke and press flushed Jeff with arousal, and made his mind foggy and distracted. He didn't want this to end.
Jeff barely noticed as the remaining hours of the day passed. He spent the time in a happy, dazed glow of enjoyment. The taste and touch and scent of the foot inside him was wonderful and familiar now, and Jeff had decided that being a sock for a day had been a pretty fun thing to do. Maybe he'd even ask his dad to do it again some time.