Fortunately, You Cannot Do Much with Leggings (Ending)

When you regained consciousness, you were still cramped in a dark space. The pain had all faded, although thinking about what the last months were like filled you with dread.

"Hello, fans," your sister addressed from outside the cramped space in which you were held, "I've just received the package from Cognizant Fashions. My brother doesn't realize it yet, but he is now in his final form! Yes, he's had his fun, but this is where it ends."

You mentally whimpered at the implications of her tone, what more could she do?

Light briefly filled the area as you were lifted from the box, the lighting a bit better despite the cloth covering your vision as if you were of a lighter material.

Your sister held you in front of her mirror as she posed before the camera, revealing that she was holding a pair of black leggings. The springy material suggested they were designed for fitness and sports.

"The perv was probably looking forward to perving some more, but I made sure to unmap his little dick from the clothing entirely," she explained. "Can you believe it was mapped as the zipper? Yeah, yeah, I didn't read the instructions, but he was probably getting off everytime I zipped up the last time. I should've broken that zipper off."

You internally scream that it was ****, but, of course, have no means of passing that along to your sister.

"I turned up basically all of his senses," our sister explains, "so he'll really get to enjoy the sensation of being my workout leggings."

Mentally, you tuned out of the rest of what she said in the video. You were exhausted and defeated.

When your sister got around to trying you on, you found that you tightly clung to her legs. Your vision was set a bit lower so you had no view of her pussy or ass at all, only her feet passing by and then her legs. The smell of her arousal and sweat were greatly heightened. Compared to being a pair of jeans, there was no sensation to your cock at all, as whatever zone were mapped there were entirely numb.

After the video, when your sister went out for a run, it felt as if your muscles were being stretched and pulled against your will, your sister's body odor building as she exercized. You were tossed in the laundry to wait between workout sessions, surrounded by the rest of your sister's ripe clothes.

Still, despite the palpable stink of being reduced to gym wear, the humiliation of being buried in laundry, and the total denial of any sexual contact or stimulation; you were no longer in pain from hundreds of alterations.