Running Shoes Forever (Ending)

You slowly regain consciousness. You find you cannot move, are covered in darkness, and the smell of fresh cardboard is all around you. You panic from the sense of deja vu when you hear the muffled voice of your sister once more.

"Hello again, girl fashion fans," you hear your sister speak, "The trial run from Cognizant Fashions was such a success, that they offered a free, final, transformation for my pervy bro."

You are blinded by the light again as your sister opens the box. She reaches down to pick you up, holding you in front of the mirror and webcam once again. With a sense of sheer terror, you realize that you are the running shoes she is holding in the mirror.

"I think this is more fitting," your sister says to the webcam, "My bro doesn't deserve the peacefulness of being a girl's cute sandals. A real foot perv like him gets the experience of being my gym shoes. I know what some of you are thinking, you're thinking that he'll probably get off on it." She winks at the camera as she says, "Don't worry about that, though, Cognizant Fashions made sure to disable any ability to get off from anything. The foot perv will just have to suffer without any release...ever...again."

You would be screaming at her right now if you could, but instead you are silent as she finishes her video, "I would like to thank Cognizant Fashions for this experience and opportunity. Please visit their website."

The experience is more horrible than you could have ever imagined.

Your sister never washes her shoes. Somehow, despite the years at which she has owned you, you are still holding together as if you were new. The air reeks, however, reeking even more when her socked foot is stuffed into what feels like your mouth.

The taste of sweat and cotton is horrid. Even after some time to get used to it, it is highly unpleasant.

When your sister runs, it feels as if she is slamming her foot into your balls and face, each step like a solid kick of a **** that leaves you realing.

She has long since stopped talking to you. You honestly wonder if she or anyone even remembers you exist. When not wearing you, your sister simply tosses you into her gym bag or closet, leaving you to ruminate in silence.