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Jonesy was really starting to feel the wear down on his threads, still around the same sweaty demon’s feet that he had been put on so many days ago. Even though it wasn’t a pleasant feeling having parts of him getting torn and worn out, he couldn’t deny he was still enjoying every second of it, awash with sweat and feeling those toes wiggle around inside his sock body, hugging up against the arches somewhat still, if a bit looser after being worn for so long without care. It had been nearly 31 days. Maybe 32? The once-squnk had lost track of time so easily. And who wouldn’t after being in his position for so long? He could still just slightly recall how this all got started, trying to relive that moment a bit through the sensation of those toes slightly wiggling around inside the end of his body. He had made a deal with a streamer he loved to watch, Omega, and paid him to be as close as possible as he could to the demon, in a way most wouldn’t even think about. To actually pay to give himself to the demon, offer up his squnkhood and himself wholly to the demon. After having his money taken, and his cock size stolen until there was nothing left, bolstering the demon’s own dick, he was happily turned into a pair of fresh socks, with a pattern of brown, light brown across them, and a pink triangle just on the very middle bottom of them. The second those socks were slipped on by the demon, Jonesy was in heaven. He could feel every inch of those feet pressing inside him, feeling the sweat that leaked out and soaked his body, the way those toes rubbed around and moved, stretching his fabric just slightly as well… He knew he had made a good deal. That felt like so long ago, always able to feel and taste everything around and in his sock form, still around those feet and being worn through. He was starting to lose his grip though, slowly but surely. The constant barrage of being walked in, being pressed up against others faces and more… The way the sweat soaked him and stained him was getting to him, the feeling of his body tearing here and there and being worn through in spots… He was starting to fade, losing not only his own self, but his sense of time, and his senses in general. He was starting to not be able to “see”, going blind as his thoughts were escaping him. How long had he been a sock? Hadn’t he always been a sock? Or was he ever a squnk? Thoughts did plague his mind as he was hoping this was the last day and he’d get to be saved from all the wearing down over his body. What had really happened was that Omega had completely forgotten the socks he was wearing were Jonsey, and the deal they had made. He didn’t pay attention to them, didn’t take them off, and wasn’t even keeping track of the days. Today was day 64, double the amount of time they agreed on at first, and Omega didn’t even know he still had a pair of living squnk socks around his ankles, and was just going about his own business of streaming and being a foot fetish exploiting demon. Jonesy was getting toward the end of his rope, or in this case thread count, as Omega just thought it was another day. Today was something special though, he had an appointment for another simp coming over, and he already had his day planned out. Something that Jonesy would have no idea would be happening, and no way to protest. All he knew was that Omega was walking, pressing his worn sole against the floor with each step, the stained fabric of his body pressing up against the bottom of that foot and soaking in more of that foot sweat. After what seemed like an eternity of walking, Jonesy could feel both of those feet finally taking a load off, lifted up off the floor. He could barely make out what was happening, suddenly feeling himself grabbed at and slightly rubbed over. He couldn’t deny, it felt good to get some attention again, getting pressed into that foot, feeling the toes wiggling around inside him, even if there was some more slight tearing happening near a hole at his base. Within moments, he was being pressed up against something again, feeling a nose and a face rubbing up against the bottom of his sock body, knowing that the demon no doubt had another simp currently enjoying being smothered by those wonderful feet he was worn on. He could even start to feel that tongue licking over him a bit, the saliva soaking in and stealing some of that sweat in his threads. He almost felt bad about that, not wanting to lose that sweat he worked so hard soaking up and enjoyed smelling constantly. Before long, it was the other foot's turn, that face quickly pressing up against it and already putting that tongue to thread, licking up more in a different spot, stealing more of that footsweat. The spit and breath against him didn’t feel nearly as good as the foot he was around, and the smell wasn’t dirty and like Jonesy wanted. He wasn’t happy about the licking, but didn’t shy away from the attention at all either way. He rode out the rest of the treatment, feeling that face pull away, and a hand on each foot, slowly rubbing at his threads in a pleasing manner, no doubt massaging those feet. But what the well-used pair of socks didn’t know was the conversation that was happening, Omega laying back on his bed, his feet being looked after by the simp and his pants uncovered, cock hard and drooling as his eyes are trained on the simp at his feet. His hands are already on the guy's wallet, having it open and reaching in to grab all the cash he had, slightly wiggling his toes. “I’ll take this. You’ll take my cock and my socks. I was gonna throw them out anyway for a new pair.” Jonesy could feel those hands still rubbing on him rather roughly, feeling his fabric being stretched out more before the hands moved away, suddenly feeling fingers grabbing at the very tips of his body. He couldn’t tell whose fingers, feeling them grip and tug at him. Was this it? He was finally being taken off and would be free, the deal finished? As he was being slowly tugged and pulled off those feet though, he felt a pang of sadness. The sensation of his body being emptied, of the feet slowly moving away from him was almost excruciating… He didn’t expect it, but he felt a lot worse being pulled off. Maybe it was because of the deterioration to both his threads and his mind, but he longed to be back on feet, feeling himself being handled slowly. He could tell he was being moved, but he couldn’t see where. Suddenly, he was being separated, feeling both parts of him farther away from each other than he had ever felt before, almost disorienting in sensation. There was a lot of movement, but everything was a blur, he couldn’t see well enough anymore with how sweat soaked, smelly and worn he had become to realize what was happening. As if to answer his racing mind, he felt something, something hard and throbbing being slid into his left half, feeling it pulse and twitch, and leak something in him… Whatever it was wasn’t that big, but he was being hung on it, feeling his body gripped and squeezed around it. Only very slowly did he realize he was being put on someone’s small shaft, too small to be Omega’s, and was being stroked over, used as a cock sock for the simp currently pleasing the demon. He felt his other half being balled up, folded in on itself, before suddenly things went dark and wet, feeling that same tongue from earlier roaming over him, soaking him in spit and stealing more of the foot sweat he was suddenly finding so precious. He was being used on this simp, as a gag and a cock sleeve, being forced to please another simp and not used properly as socks… The once-squnk couldn’t hear the moans, the plaps of crotch meeting ass as Omega was plowing the simp, enjoying his hole so heavily, thrusting in roughly and having those used socks on that dick and in that mouth. Being used as something to please another simp, and a consolation prize after the fact. After what seemed like years, his right half soaked in spit and left half leaking precum, he suddenly felt that length in him pulse stronger, shooting out cum, staining him further and being tugged on more, ripped further. He felt his mind slip more, devolving into almost nothing but longing to be on feet, feeling fluids soak him more. What was an eternity for him was a few moments for Omega and his new simp, the streamer already cutting him loose and telling him to come back again, but to keep the socks he had just taken out of his mouth and off his dick. Jonesy could feel his body being out together, ripped and worn, stained and soaked still, but mind going blank, just a pair of filthy, broken socks. With his mind blanked, deal forgotten, just a pair of used socks, he was put away in the simp’s drawer dedicated to the demon he had also once sought out, alone and in the dark until it was time for the fan to blow another load to Omega’s smelly feet.