You weren't sure how long you'd been in here at this point—a few minutes? A few hours? Probably not a few days, your sense of time didn't feel that warped, but either way the stallion hadn't started digesting you into cum at all. Instead he was letting you continue weighing down and enlarging his sack, with his legs pushing at you from the side and some seed intermittently escaping from the path you entered through. Had this horse turned you into his ball pet? Considering how cozy it was, and how tasty his cum, it didn't feel like that bad a deal compared to your previous lot in life. So you relaxed and let his sack sway around you, like a lewd hammock...
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