NNC: The Finale
#12 of No Nut Challenge
First off I want to say I'm sorry for how long this has taken to get out. I'm not super happy with it but I wanted to get something out at least. Trust me when I say I have been stressing about this pretty hard for over a week and just was not sure what to add so I am sorry for it being shorter than I would have liked. If I ever get around to writing the missing days for a complete edition this final part will likely be completely rewritten. I thought about writing the reform bit but I also wanted to leave it up to the reader if they come back from it or not.
That being said I do hope you enjoy what there is of this at least and sorry again for the delay and everything.
A day had to have passed since your soul got trapped in the flesh of the otter's fat nuts. It was even harder to tell now than before however as you had very little sense of time. Your biggest indicators for how much time may have passed was based on Swift's fingers groping over you. At least before you could tell when he was asleep but now you didn't even have that.
Whenever you felt Swift's fingers play with his balls, you could feel your mind slipping further away. Especially when that morning's orgasm hit, it felt like you lost a piece of yourself and you became closer to his flesh. It just felt so good to be a part of his balls, you had no worries anymore and could easily just surrender yourself to them. His thighs holding your form on either side, the tight underwear cradling your form. Swift's loving fingers rubbing over your form seeking pleasure for both you and himself.
There was nothing you could do in your spare time except think and try and hold onto certain memories of yours. Even when you tried to focus on those memories however your thoughts would quickly be replaced by those of his balls. Which led to anticipation for him to touch you again and feel his affection for you.
Before you knew it an entire day had passed and it was kind of hard to believe. At least you were sure it had to be the start of a new day since you could barely feel the shower. This would make it the final day of his challenge and the day you would have gone free. Now you weren't too sure if that would come to pass. For all you knew this might be your new permanent existence or well until you completely merged and lost yourself in him.
Hours would pass and nothing happened. Swift must have been out of the house but with you being unable to hear anything it was impossible to know if he was talking to your roommate. It was possible that all of today was also part of the challenge though so tomorrow could be the actual release day. If you had your days correct anyways, there was always the possibility you slept through an entire day or thought more had passed than actually had.
Swift didn't even touch himself all that much when he got home, giving you this itching crave for him to do so. Part of you knew it must be weird to want him to touch himself just because you're trapped there and his attention was the only thing that could distract your thoughts. If you did somehow return from this you'd have to avoid the otter's gaze or else he might sense your desire to return to his balls. Unlike now, he might just play for keeps too instead of bringing you back as part of a deal.
You felt like you were in mid thought when you blacked out, only to feel disoriented when you came to again. Was it still the thirtieth or had the day rolled over? There was no way to know, not that it really changed anything about your current situation. You wanted to be free again and have your body back but part of you felt comfortable where you were and just wanted to rest here.
More time would pass and you could feel a tug, you weren't sure if it was a good or a bad thing. Your sense of direction was nonexistent so you had no idea if this tug was pulling you deeper or freeing you. If you were being freed they might be bringing you back and you'd be able to live your life. On the other hand if your soul sunk even deeper into the otter, you might lose yourself entirely. The uncertainty of it all almost made staying there seem like the safe option.
Not that you'd be able to resist the pull for long with how weak your soul was compared to it. Getting pulled away into the unknown, whether this was the end or not, you'd soon find out. You could feel your consciousness slip once more as whatever it was grabbed hold of you and you hoped you'd wake up soon, possibly in your own bed. Before you passed out completely, you wondered what you were even going to tell people when they asked where you had been for the past month.