Socks Get Worn

The pain and discomfort doesn't get any easier as the days go by. You don't know what you were thinking, this is unbearable!

It's been over a month now. Your sister barely acknowledges that you were anything other than her socks at this point. When your sister is through wearing you, you are thrown into the dirty laundry. Although her other dirty clothes are bad, she and her boyfriend have moved in together. This means that his dirty clothes are thrown in with hers, furthering the disgust.

The laundry machine feels like a scalding hot bath set inside a rapidly spinning carnival ride. If you could still be sick afterward, you would.

There is a brief respite after the dryer before you are tightly folded and pressed in with other socks. The time in the sock drawer is boring, the silence cut with muffled sounds of daily life beyond.

When your sister wears you, you have a brief moment of being able to see your surroundings as she stuffs your mouth and ass before being stuffed into her shoes again.

The pressure lets up when your is seated, allowing you to be aroused by her foot against your face and the subtle movement of her foot against what feels like your shaft. Your sister often absentmindedly shifts her foot back and forth on the ground when seated, drawing out the sensation. No matter how she moves, you find that you cannot actually climax like this. With horror, you realize cumming must involve various muscles and nerves you do not actually have.

After a couple of months, something changes. Your sister stops washing you, instead wearing you for days at a time. Her sweat soaks into you, her scent permeating your being.

One day, your sister returns you to the box in which you arrived. For the first time in months, she seems to be looking at you rather than using you.

"Well, bro, it was fun while it lasted," she explains, "I'll disconnect your consciousness for the trip. It'll be like falling asleep."