Art by  Sky3
Tried a little exercise in writing here. No edits.

I went in to the office for the first time in years, even dressing up for it. Only to find it dark and seemingly abandoned, a hot and humid atmosphere pervading the building. Creeping carefully inside, I don't notice when my feet start sweating and cramping, too focused on finding anyone to explain what had happened here. There was a wetness to everything, which felt like it was seeping into me. "Hello?" I called out to no response. As I turned to leave hands flew in out of nowhere, knocking me over and holding me down. I struggled against them to no avail as one pair removed my shoes, which had become quite painful. The loafers came off with a wet pop. As they did, my toes spread out further and wider than was possible. One of the ghost hands removed my sock, peeling it off slowly as it wiped slime from my foot. Revealing long bulbous toes with webbing in between them that weren't sweating as much as oozing. The other ghost hand began to tickle my foot, making grand up and down motion to really tease along the full length it had swelled up to. "H-Hehe-HehrrRRRK" My throat caught during a laugh. The tickling intensified as another ghostly hand joined in. "H-HEEYYRRRRRRBBT C-c-cut it ouhahahahauuut" I could feel my throat bulge in the middle of that. My other sock had thoroughly soaked through with slime by now, revealing the other set of huge round toes through the wet fabric. The pair of ghost hands paused their tickling to work on the other sock. One hand held it down near my ankle while the other pulled from the toes with all its might. It was already stretched close to the limit from my huge flipper feet but being soaked with slime it didn't tear. The hand near my ankle pulled slightly, as if adjusting something. Then it rolled my sock past the heel and the sock launched forward and up as if it were a slingshot. The other hand let go with practiced timing and the sock soared through the air toward the wall, smacking into it with a plop and sticking there. I was given a moment to let me eyes focus on it, which was harder to do when my vision had suddenly gotten much wider. There was my sock on the wall, surrounded by other socks hanging there stuck. One was even handing off the ceiling. But as the pair of ghost hands flew up to check it out, I could tell mine had won this bizarre contest when they pointed at it then high fived. My had stuck highest on the wall, above dozens of others. My arms were let go then, but the hands returned to tickled at my feet. I tried to stand, but couldn't get my giant flippers under me as the hands keep tugging and poking at them. I ended up flopping forward, doing a weird mix of hopping and crawling as tried to get away from the relentless tickling. I made for a side exit, flopping outside. The hands gave up as I crossed the threshold. I looked up to see the big pond that was behind the office. All around were people in various stages of froggyness. I suddenly gave a huge "Riiiii-bbit" which started everyone croaking.