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Looking at pictures of a full pred digesting food, you might mentally think it's a rather short affair. You see the full pred, you maybe see the prey, that's it, you move on with your day.

Such isn't the case when you've been eaten alive, though. Every claustrophobic moment is stretched out. Your words come back at you, only answered with a belch or a gurgling noise. The sizzle of digestive acids fills what little empty space there is, and the clenching walls pay no mind to how you thought you were a living person with a life and things to do. And it doesn't just simply end. You're squeezed, slathered in goop, pressed up against the person you were eaten with, over and over, no respite no matter how much your body cries out for freedom. And the horrific realization that you're going to be digested alive doesn't really sink in and become less powerful in your mind. It's a growing panic as every bit of your body tries to fight against the inevitable conclusion that you're just food. And it won't go away until you finally sink into unconsciousness and melt.

So yeah. Not the most fun times. :3

But in this case, we've got squirrel and we've got Leshana, and some lovely peril. Alas for them! :3

Picture source: @feeturemen

Danny was tired of seeing his cousin Hank and his boyfriend Andy coming over to the family gathering. Hank would bring Andy to every one of their family gatherings. Some in the family was supportive of his life decisions, while others just didn't bother to pay any attention to them whatsoever. Yet, he noticed that Hank and Andy would come anyway despite a mixed family reaction to them.

Danny decided that the last family gathering would be their last appearance at one, at least to everyone else. They would still be at the family gatherings, just no one else would know about it.

Three days later, while at another cousin's house, Danny pulled Hank and Andy to the side. "I am really proud of you, Hank. You really don't hide who you are despite some of the family not wanting you here." He said with a hidden motive behind his smile.

"Thanks, cuz." Hank paused. "I know some feel disappointed, but that's their problem, not mine." He held Andy's hand tight while looking his boyfriend in the face. "I am happy with who I am and who I am with. That's all that matters to me." He added.

"That's awesome. Do you mind if I take a picture of you and your boyfriend?" Danny asked. He had the app on his phone already opened and set.

"Cool with me, Danny." Hank paused. "I am glad you aren't like some of the others around here. You really accept Andy and me." He added.

"I appreciate that as well." Andy added to the conversation as both of them stood close together with their arm around each other's shoulders.

Danny held his phone camera towards the two of them. "You two will make a fine addtion to my sock collection, a very durable addition." He said as he hit the flash option. He didnt' want to give them the opportunity to even ask what he meant about it. One flash later, there was a pair of white socks on the floor where they had once stood. He scope them up off the floor and into his pocket. He had not worn socks today because he ran out of socks to wear. They would come in perfect for that use, he thought to himself. His feet were a little sweaty in his sneakers since he didn't wear any socks. He hoped they didn't mind musky and sweaty foot odor. That thought amused him. At least they will still be together, he also thought to himself as he went to the bath room to try on his new pair of socks.

Andy found himself unable to move or speak. "Hank, what happened?! I feel strange." He said, but no words were vocalized and it seem like no one heard him. He remembered Hank's cousin mention something about his sock collection, but was unable to ask a question about it. He felt a hand picking him up with ease and being stuffed into a pocket. His body felt strange and soft, even foldable. He only hoped he wasn't what he thought he was.

Hank realize too late what had happened. He felt his body feel cotton like and soft. He had no voice and no control over movement. He knew exactly what had happened to him. He had heard of some TF app that was populer online. He just never expected to be the victim of it.

Danny took off his shoes and saw how sweaty his feet looked. He smirked down at the socks in his hands. "Hope you boys like feet. If not, you will get used to it. You belong to my feet now." He laughed in a low voice. He put both socks on his feet and put his shoes back on without a second thought. He tied his sneakers and went back out to join the rest of the family. If anyone asked about them, he would tell them he last saw them outside walking around.

Hank couldn't believe what had happened to him. He believed Danny that he accepted him. He had no idea that his first cousin would literally turn him into a sock. He could only assume that his boyfriend was also a sock. He himself had a foot fetish and like having his feet worshipped on occasion, but his boyfriend was always reluctant. This was something totally different. He was now wrapped around a foot, his cousin's sweaty and stinky foot. To make it worse, the sneaker smelled even more foul than the foot he was on. Being walked on felt like a mountain crushing him over and over without death. All of that combined made this feel like a nightmare. "Someone help us! Danny turned us into socks! Help!" He mentally begged, but saw he was powerless as no one heard him since there was no way to vocalize his thoughts and pleas for help. He could only imagine his boyfriend was feeling worse since he wasn't fond of feet at all.

"NOOOOOOOO! Change me back now! Please!" Andy mentally pleaded, hoping the owner of the foot he was on would change his mind. He wanted to puke so badly. He barely touched his boyfriend's feet, let alone kiss or lick it. Now, here he was, literally on his boyfriend's cousin's foot. It was sweaty and had a musky odor. The sneaker only personified that odor even worse. Being crushed like a common sock felt so degrading and humiliating. He silently wished for death that would never come. He could hear the voices of others, but had no way to call for help. He was at the mercy of Danny's foot, and there was nothing he could do about it.