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Swift jostled you awake when he played with his balls and toyed with your motionless bulges while you slept. Feeling the sleepy otter's fingers push and rub over you, only getting more into it once he realized you were awake. Your squirming added to his pleasure, enjoying your pointless struggle to escape from your confines.

Deep down a part of you probably knew that even if you were successful in escaping his crotch, that it wouldn't be for long. Yet you had to believe it was possible in order to keep up your will to squirm free. Admitting defeat here felt like you'd be surrendering your body to his balls completely. You'd be free in the end even if it took you until the end of the month to do so.

You weren't entirely sure if the otter would even be getting off today since he had yet to stop fondling his balls. Normally after he had toyed with you for a few minutes his hand would have moved to his shaft. Instead he seemed more focused on playing with you than pushing for a climax. Which meant you were getting dunked in his cum more than usual. The added pressure from his fingers even made it so you stayed dunk in it more than usual. All of which resulted in you struggling more in order to resurface and get a full breath of air in.

This would continue for a few minutes longer before you could feel yourself starting to tire out. It was such a small motion for his hand as well that Swift would feel no fatigue from his actions. In a way it was a terrifying prospect that if Swift wanted, he could play with himself like this for hours. You'd be powerless to stop him while he kept up such a casual motion.

Once Swift did stop you felt a sense of relief for a brief moment as the world went still and could relax. Not that it would last for long with the otter starting to stroke his shaft, putting you in motion once more. It was a lot more manageable than him playing with you directly at least. Able to keep your head above the cum more easily now just by bracing yourself in his balls.

The big question was if you should try to escape with this morning's masturbation session. He had already tired you out quite a bit from playing with you but not trying at all felt like defeat. You had to imagine that the otter would be quite smug about it afterwards if he didn't even feel you try to escape. With that in mind you definitely had to at the very least try.

You wished it was that easy though, your body was still waking up and was already partially exhausted from his fondling. It felt like a struggle to keep your hand in place as you pushed on the exit. Slipping a couple times and losing your place as you were jostled, submerging your upper half in his cum. Having to squirm just to get yourself upright once more in order to breathe before putting your hands back in place.

Eventually you would succeed in pushing your hands back up into his shaft but not much else. It took a large amount of effort on your part just to keep your hands in there with how tired you still were. Every large movement in the balls only made it harder as you felt your hands slip out a little. Nearly losing it completely when one such movement threatened to make your body flip upside down. Barely able to stop yourself from doing so as you kept your fingers in and pushed with all your might to get the rest of your hands back up there.

When you felt things start to tighten up all around your body, you pushed with all your might and felt your wrists slip inside as well. Using every bit of strength you had left in your body before his orgasm hit to get your arms into his shaft up to your elbows. Barely able to get your head in place between your arms when he hit his climax. Pushing on the bottom of his sack with all your might as his shaft pulled on you to send more of your body up into it. This was your chance to slip free of his shaft entirely and find a way to escape his grasp.

Wiggling with all of your might when you could no longer push with your legs. Feeling the large build up of cum behind you helped in putting pressure on your body to get pushed out. Unlike before you didn't feel his fingers at all as your body moved back up through his shaft. At least until your head reached the tip of his shaft where his fingers were applying a bit of pressure. The otter was trying to keep you trapped in his shaft, to feel you squirm in his length for as long as possible.

Swift then lifted his finger slightly and you found yourself very quickly being shot out of his length. At last you'd get a taste of freedom once more even if it was for just a brief moment. Then you felt it, the latex of a condom against your fingers and you knew even that small taste might be denied. After the last time where your head managed to poke free, he must have grabbed one as a precaution. Feeling it stretch as more of your arms slipped free and filled the space with cum. Maybe you'd be able to poke a hole in the condom and escape that way at least.

Your body was forced to curl up inside of the condom as you spilled out into it. While it was easier for you to make the condom stretch out compared to his fat balls, it was still quite cramped. Your body being exhausted also didn't help matters but being so close to freedom gave you a second wind. Pushing with all your might seemed to do nothing as the condom refused to break that way. Biting also seemed ineffective with your teeth seemingly unable to pierce through it at your size.

All the while you could barely make out the otter's smug face through the condom while he giggled to himself. It then became difficult to try and pop the condom with his free hand moving to play with you. Poking at your body inside of the condom just to make you squirm more. "I guess that is what you must look like inside of my balls, all curled up and squirming around in a pool of my cum," Swift said while poking at you once more. "But it is time for you to go back to your home, it misses you already. So be a good micro and push yourself back into my shaft." The otter then lifted the tip of the condom until your face was smooshed against the tip. "Go on, if you don't go down yourself I'll just have to push you in myself."

You had no choice but to stare at his shaft with your face pressed up against it. While you hated to admit it, there would be no escape today. Even if you found a way to poke a hole in the condom right now, the otter would just force you inside his shaft. Already starting to feel his fingers grasp your body through the condom to feed you back into him. The tip of the condom was then lifted as high as possible, pressing your face against the tip and submerging you in his cum. Giving you no choice but to push yourself into his shaft just so you could not be submerged.

Part of you knew that you should have tried to wait and forced him to do it just to not give him this satisfaction. Though you had a feeling he would have delayed it for quite some time until he found a way to make you do it yourself. You had a feeling the next time he got off there would be a condom again and you'd be forced to surrender yourself to the shaft again. In a way he was probably trying to train you so that you'll eventually do it on your own.

Wiggling your way down his shaft, feeling the small throbbed swallow around your body a s he was eager to claim you once more. Feeling only small nudges from his fingers to send you along your way. Up until only your feet and tail remained, at which point his fingers rubbed along the bulge of your body. Slowly feeling the tip of his shaft close over the last of your body, trapping you entirely once more.

One side effect of feeding yourself back down into his shaft was a lot of the cum ended up following you down too. So once you were back inside of the balls you wouldn't even have that brief time where there was a bit more breathing room. Inching close and closer to the otter's balls, knowing soon your head would pop back down into his balls followed by the rest of you.

It was kind of sad when you did reenter his balls as you felt a sense of relief to be back in them and out of the much tighter shaft. Having a positive feeling about Swift's balls was not something you wanted to have a lot more of in the future. Already bad enough that you couldn't remember exactly what sleeping in your bed felt like. When you thought of sleep now it was hard to think of anything but his flesh snuggling you tightly, embracing you on all sides to sleep. You had to try to fight against such thoughts as they felt dangerous to have.

When your body fully reentered his balls, you could feel his fingers slowly rub over you. "That's a good micro, all mine once again." Swift sounded quite happy when he said that in a greedy, possessive sort of way. He then stood up and headed to the shower to wash up before he headed out. The muffled sound of water helping soothe you back to sleep as your body was thoroughly exhausted.

A few hours later you'd wake up again but your energy was still far too low to try anything. Still too early for you to just sleep again as well so you had no choice but to relax and listen to him while he played video games for most of the day. The day probably would have passed by more quickly if you could listen to what he was playing but he was most likely wearing headphones which made it impossible. Several more hours would pass and you'd finally start to feel tired again, not knowing exactly when you passed out.