Jeans are Always in Style

When you regain consciousness, you find that you cannot move. It's dark, and you feel like you're folded over in a very unnatural manner. It is as if you had joints you don't recall possessing and they are not responding to your attempts to move.

"The box just arrived!," your sister exclaims in excited tones, "Cognizant Fashions, the sponsor of this video, has been great at getting him ready to go. It's been a week, and he should be just coming to awareness of his situation now. Without further fanfare, let's open the box!"

You try to speak, but you cannot seem to find your voice.

You hear a shuffling sound behind you, like something opening above you. A moment later, you feel your sister's hands upon you as she lifts you out of what appears to be a huge cardboard box. In fact, as you adjust to the light of your surroundings, everything around you, including your sister, appears to be huge.

Your sister gives you a solid shake which causes a sensation like your limbs flailing limply followed by the sensation of hanging in midair, being held by your shoulders.

As your sister spins you around, she holds you beside a mirror and in front of her webcam. Your vision is partially obscured, as if much of your vision is blocked. Still, you can see that she holds what appears to be a pair of blue jeans up to the mirror.

Denim blue jeans. Against all logic, you are somehow a pair of denim jeans.

Judging by your reflection in the mirror, it feels as if your vision is focused on the inside of the jeans.

Your sister reaches up to test the zipper, a sensation which feels as if she were grabbing your cock and yanking it down and up while tickling your balls. The flash of pain and arousal doesn't have time to culminate in anything, only a brief teasing before she releases the zipper.

"It looks to be pretty high quality material!" your sister exclaims, rubbing her hands along the legs of the jeans. The sensation for you is as if she were rubbing her hands along your legs as well.

You receive a momentary sense of vertigo as your sister tosses you onto her bed. You land lightly, although the lack of ability to even tense up at such a sensation is entirely uncomfortable.

You can see your sister lowering her leggings as she looks at the webcam and winking and stating, "Sorry, pervs, panties stay on."

Now down to just a loose pink shirt and a pair of white panties, your sister reaches down to lift you from the bed, sliding first one leg and then the other into the jeans. To you, this feels like she's sliding her bare legs against your chest, face, and thighs all at once.

Your vision mapped to the inside of the legs of the jeans in such a way that you can clearly see her feet and then legs as her feet disappear beyond the lower edge of her vision. Despite the dim light, you seem to be able to see clearly and somehow from multiple angles as you concentrate.

Her rear and pussy, however, remain nearly beyond your vision, as if you can only see a blurry peripheral view at the top edge of your visual field. Your hands feel as if they are being held above your head, gripping your sister's thighs.

You feel her fingers pinch what feels like your cock once more and yank upward before it feels like your dick is once more hanging free, this time painfully pressed against the rough metal surface of the zipper thread and the rough cloth surface of the denim cloth flap under which the zipper tag is tucked. You realize with horror as your sister moves that this is a bit painful as your cock seems to be mapped to the tag, and it tends to shift with certain movements, rubbing against the surfaces.

Despite not being able to see your sister's pussy, you can smell a detect a rather personal smell wafting down from above, as if your sister were extremely turned on by wearing you and likely slowly soaking her panties as you feel her walk around the room to test you out.

"Ohhhh, they fit perfectly," your sister exaims to the webcam happily before adding, "Hopefully, they'll last a while!"