Raven excitedly poured out the contents of the small jar of pills that he stole from the nearby pharmacy onto the table. He wasn’t a hardened criminal, nor did he particularly enjoy stealing, but walking up to the counter and asking for a box of libido inducing pills would have been way too embarrassing- especially given that he didn’t even have a problem with getting boners, and was merely fueled by curiosity. So he did what any reasonable person would do and shoplifted the smallest jar that he could find, while the friendly assistant was busy looking for some bogus medication that the skull dog made up on the spot to divert his attention. If he were to actually ask about the pills, the assistant probably would have told him to use it VERY carefully, and definitely not to ingest more than one or two pills a week. It was an experimental medication and didn’t even come with instructions, so Raven was left entirely clueless about the ingredients and usage of it… So he decided to simply go with the “fuck around and find out” approach. He’d already jerked off in the morning- as he usually did- to relieve his morning wood, and as always, he found it hard to get a big erection for a couple of hours after the fact. Thankfully though, now he had the perfect tool to solve that problem, and indeed, as soon as he popped the first little blue pill into his maw and swallowed it, the biggest boner he’d ever had in his entire life began to grow under his pants. “Wow, this thing is strong!” He thought to himself as he pulled down his underwear and realized that he was struggling to hold back an orgasm even just from the sensation of the fabric gently rubbing against his member. “I better use it carefully…” Unfortunately though, Raven was anything BUT careful after discovering the potential of the strange little pills. He acted just like one would expect a young guy, bored out of his mind and nothing else to do to act after discovering the coolest shit he’d ever taken in his entire life. The lameness and the exhausting inevitability of the dreaded post-nut clarity was taken away: He went to town masturbating four or five times in a row before the effects of the pills finally began to die down and his cock went limp again. But then, a terrible exhaustion swept across his entire body. It was like the tired feeling he got after a regular orgasm, but ten times worse, like he was about to fall into a coma. He felt sick to his stomach and couldn’t focus on anything, and the worst hangover headache of his life pounded on his head like a million little hammers wanting to destroy his brain from the inside. Just like the best cure to a hangover is to get drunk again- he thought- the best cure for this must be to take some more pills. Even though the first dose was already strong enough to get him pumped and fertile as a horse, he couldn’t help, but wonder what it would be like to take two. Or maybe three… Whatever happened after that was a bit of a blur. Raven couldn’t remember how many pills he took, or what the exact effects of it were, but the next thing that he remembered was waking up in his bed, sporting the hardest morning wood he’d ever experienced and… Feeling kind of… Soggy? He’d clearly been sweating an absurd amount, but what he felt was a lot weirder and stickier, like slime. And the smell, oh, the smell… Confused and drowsy, the skulldog opened his eyes to take note of his situation. A horrible, rancid stink lingered in the room, which reminded him heavily of a cum napkin that had been left out on the table to ruminate and stink terribly. That’s when he realized that the soggy feeling was coming from his mattress, which had been soaked in some strange, slimy white substance that also seemed to be giving off the same, terrible smell… He quickly pulled the wet blanket off himself, and stared at his penis in horror: The red cock was hard and erect, perhaps even bigger than its usual size, but more importantly, was constantly leaking cum at a steady rate, growing the gross, wet puddle that had formed underneath. Raven was startled at the sight, grabbing his cock and trying to hold back the stream of semen, but he soon had to realize that he had no control over his own body anymore. Although the sensation was quite blissful, prompting his thigh muscles to flex and his hips to move back and forth, his elevated heart rate made him sweat all over himself, making him feel even more gross and soggy than just from the cum soaked mattress. Was this real life, or just a continuation of his terrible pill-induced trip? His senses certainly told him it wasn’t a dream. Not knowing what to do, the skull dog decided to stay in bed for a while to hopefully “wait it out”. It didn’t seem likely that it would go away on its own at all, admittedly; the rate at which cum was leaking out of him indicated that he must have been in this state for at least a couple of DAYS, for the mattress to have drawn up so much of the cum. It was like a gross, overused kitchen sponge, oozing old, slimy cum out of every side if Raven curiously pressed on it somewhere. He didn’t find it impossible that he had been sleeping for days either, given the utter exhaustion he felt even after just popping one pill. He had no way of telling how many he’d ingested though, since not only were all the pills gone, but the jar was also missing from his bedside table. So waiting seemed futile, but that was the only thing he could do as he tried to come up with a better solution. He gently jerked his cock as he tried to think, shivering at the feeling of the sustained, pleasurable orgasm. His head was reeling and his heart was pumping fast, and his efforts at pleasuring his dick were thanked by the stream speeding up for a while as the cock was excited even further by the occasional rubbing and stroking. It seemed literally impossible for his body to hold so much juice inside of it, like a strange and fucked up magic trick. Still, he double and triple checked that he wasn’t hooked up to anything, and even though his balls had increased heavily in size, they were nowhere near the several gallon containers that they would have needed to be to store so much semen inside of them. The only way to get help would have been to visit a doctor… But how was he going to go and visit? He surely couldn’t get out to the street like this… His family was gone for a week, and that was both a blessing and a curse at the same time. On one hand, if he did manage to deal with this on his own, nobody would learn about his humiliating little misadventure, but cleaning everything out seemed to be a daunting task on his own… Especially given that he was still making even more and more of a mess with each second that his penis released its seed onto the ruined bed. Tired of lying in his own semen and craving some physical movement, Raven finally stood up and headed out to the kitchen with weak, shaky legs, needing to grab onto whatever he could along his way to support his weight. Cum splashed all across the floor and onto the walls as he moved, but he didn’t mind much; it was already too late, and besides, a full renovation would have had to take place to get the ungodly smell out of his bedroom. He headed out to the kitchen and grabbed his cleaning bucket, placing it underneath himself while he tried to make some kind of a breakfast. He had to be quick with it of course, as by the time he managed to get some bread, the bucket was already half filled, and after eating just a couple of empty slices, the cum was spilling over, making the kitchen tiles all wet and slippery. Annoyed and hungry, Raven went out to the bathroom while kicking the bucket in front of himself along the way, since it was too heavy to lift. Cum was much heavier than water, and it was already a miracle that the cheap plastic bucket didn’t break just from the weight. The only reason the weakened skulldog even managed to get it over to the bathroom was the unusually slippery tiles, on which he nearly slipped and fell several times. Upon reaching the bathroom, the skulldog closed the door behind his back to avoid even more cum from escaping into the living space- at least it could easily be cleaned in the tiled, sterile environment. Gathering all of his strength, he lifted the bucket and emptied it into the toilet, watching with disgust as the white goo filled up the entire bowl. He desperately tried to flush it down, but the substance was way too thick to be carried down the pipes, causing the water to flood over and soak the floor in even more of the slime… All the while more and more cum kept coming from his garden hose of a cock. After giving up on the ruined toilet, Raven defeatedly stepped under the shower to wash himself, to rid himself of at least just a little bit of the gut-wrenching stink that plagued his body. He opened the valve and let out a sigh of relief as the warm water slowly relaxed his tensed-up muscles, but he was soon greeted with another wave of disgust: instead of nicely washing off his body as he expected, the cum became even stickier and thicker as it came into contact with the warm water, forming into large, slimy clumps that clung onto his fur like glue. He tried getting them out, but completely getting rid of all the semen would have required him to literally pull his fur out, so he took what he could get and stepped out of the shower before he flooded the room even more. Needless to say, the thick slime didn’t go down the drain seamlessly. Instead, it clogged up the drain and created even more of a mess inside the bathroom that inadvertently leaked into all of the other rooms as the helpless skulldog opened the door, spreading even more slimy cum all over his house and making it seep into everything it touched. By that point, everything on the floor was coated in a thick layer of cum, but the walls weren’t safe either: with each careless turn, Raven’s ever-spewing cock painted thick streaks of fresh, warm cum onto the wallpaper. “This can’t go on for any longer…” He thought, desperately trying to plug his uterus with his fingers, but only making the stream stronger from the additional stimulation. “I need to see a doctor NOW… But however will I go out to the street like this?” Calling an ambulance was not an option for the broke skulldog, and he didn’t want to deal with the embarrassment of calling an unsuspecting taxi driver either. He had to go on foot… Raven headed to his closet, carefully turning his body away from the doors to avoid splashing his clothes that had managed to remain intact still. Most of his clothes were quite tight to compliment his slim, feminine figure, but thanks to his love of crossdressing, he managed to find something that perfectly fit his needs: a long, black skirt that was slightly too big in size for him and reached down all the way to the ground when he wore it. The skulldog wiped his drenched paws onto an area of his fur that he deemed was still clean enough, before taking the skirt out of the closet and setting it down on the table. He now had the tool to conceal his massive, constantly cumming boner, but how was he going to hide the constant trail of slime he would leave wherever he went? At first, he thought of forcing a condom on himself, but soon realized that the thin rubber would burst from the pressure before he even walked out the door. The idea did strike him with another solution however: He grabbed the biggest trash bag he could find and tied it around his cock with a piece of rope like a massive makeshift condom, before quickly putting on the skirt to conceal his strange solution and heading out to the street. Luckily for Raven, he didn’t live far from the doctor’s office. It was a mere two stops away with the bus that stopped right outside of his house. The bus, however, didn’t come very often, and there were still quite a few minutes to wait until the next one. He knew he didn’t have too much time to wait, as the bag was already beginning to get heavier and heavier underneath him as he sat on the bench. After looking around nervously to see that no one was looking his way, the skull dog inched closer to the manhole positioned right next to the bus stop, and squatted down near it. He loosened the rope he used to tie the bag to his cock and carefully opened it up, before slowly starting to let the contents spill into the drain. Of course, this didn’t go as smoothly as expected. Most of the cum did manage to go down, but much of it spilled all over the street, creating a big puddle right by the roadside that kept getting bigger, and spilling onto the asphalt. That’s when Raven saw the headlights of the bus in the distance; panicked and not wanting people to think that he’d been peeing on the street, he scurried to get the bag back on his cock, hastily tying the rope back. He stood back on the sidewalk and pretended that he’d done nothing, but he really could have stood a little further, as the bus drove straight into the artificial puddle he’d created, splashing cum all over his clothes. He got on, avoiding eye contact with the driver as he paid for his ticket with a couple of slimy, dripping coins. Cautiously moving between the seats, he decided to sit down on a seat in the back row, as that’s where he thought he’d have the most space to spread his legs to accommodate the ever-growing bag between his legs. At first, carrying the trash bag underneath himself wasn’t all that big of a challenge, ignoring the plastic-crinkling noises he made with each step. As he sat on the bus however, he felt the weight becoming bigger and bigger underneath him, and by the time they finally made their way to the doctor’s in the traffic jam, it was almost completely filled. He tried to stand up to get off at his stop, but he dreadfully realized that he simply couldn’t lift the bag anymore. It was heavier than if it was filled with bricks, and had expanded in size so much that he couldn’t even walk properly with it wedged between his legs. Panicked that he was going to miss his stop, the skulldog made one more desperate attempt at standing up with the humongous weight tied to his penis… But the plastic wasn’t strong enough to hold anymore. The trash bag ripped into two pieces right between Raven’s legs, flooding the entire bus with the skull dog’s stinky, thick semen to the horror of all the other passengers, who all lifted their legs in a horrified panic to avoid stepping into the disgusting substance. Among many desperate, quiet apologies, Raven fought his way out of the bus, holding onto the handles to avoid slipping on the slimy floor and making everything even more messy in the process. He ran off into the street and rushed in the door of the doctor’s office, announcing his emergency loudly and startling all the other patients inside: “Please, please help me! I can’t stop cumming!!!” It was clear that the skulldog appeared mad as a swan to everyone at first sight, but his worries were quickly understood as soon as everyone spotted the growing pool of white liquid underneath him. The nurses brought him straight to the doctor in a scurried panic, all the while the embarrassed Raven kept apologizing for the inconvenience as the janitor looked at him in disbelief. Somehow, this whole “going out in public while he can’t stop cumming” thing turned out to be even more of a humiliating experience than he thought it would be, but hopefully, this encounter with the doctor would set everything straight again. Hopefully. “Good morning, what brings you here today, Raven?” The soft-spoken black panther greeted his patient casually as he was finishing up organizing his papers on the desk. His relaxed demeanor quickly shifted to a confused one of disbelief as he saw the state that the skulldog was in: His velvety red and black fur was all wet, slimy and stuck together with clumps of white pus riddled all over it. He closed his eyes in embarrassment, and even though his face was pale, bony white as always, a desperate, humiliated blush could almost be made out on it. The skull dog emanated a terrible, rancid stink akin to spoiled semen, and a thick, white puddle kept growing under his long skirt that slowly spread all over the floor of the office. “W-what the hell happened to you??” He burst out in surprise, springing up from his chair before slowly sitting back down, shaking his head to make sure he wasn’t dreaming this interaction. “Oh I’m… I’m sorry, that was highly unprofessional from me. But whatever happened to you, Raven?” “I don’t know!” Raven quickly replied, although he knew that wasn’t entirely true. “I mean… I did take some sex drive inducing pills or something… And I probably took a lot more than I should have… And the next thing I know, I wake up on a cum-soaked mattress, and I can’t stop ejaculating!” “That is indeed… Strange. And I might not be the perfect professional for this- although I have no idea who WOULD be.” The panther replied, standing up from his desk and inching closer to the patient, carefully not to get his smooth, black paws soaked in the repulsive substance. “May I see under the… skirt, sir?” “Uh, sure, I guess…” Raven hesitated for a little bit before pulling down the skirt and revealing his swollen, red penis underneath, spewing cum everywhere like a broken firehose. “Looks right about what you’d expect…” “Strange…” The doctor shook his head and took the penis into his paw, feeling all over it and taking a closer look. There seemed to be nothing off about it besides the unusually big swelling, and it definitely wasn’t hooked up to something as a strange prank… But this amount of liquid simply shouldn’t fit into a person’s body, especially if this has been going on for hours already. “Uh, careful, please!” The skull dog shied away a little bit as his member was touched, arousing it even further and causing the stream to speed up even more. “It’s VERY sensitive down there, haha…” “My apologies, sir…” The panther let go of the cock and kneeled down onto the floor, flinching as he accidentally put his knee right into a puddle of cum. He carefully lifted and examined Raven’s balls: They were quite large and swollen too, with veins bulging out underneath the skin in a strain to produce more and more and more cum. They could be seen visibly pulsating as they worked overtime creating the sperm and drawing all the resources out of the patient’s body to keep the supply coming. “We certainly haven’t been taught about this at medical school… You might be the first case in the world!” He noted after letting go of Raven’s balls, with equal measures of concern and amazement. “Do you remember what kind of pills they were?” “Um… I stole them.” Raven scratched his head in embarrassment, the emergency overriding his paranoia of being punished for his crime. “There wasn’t much written on the bottle, I think it might have been something experimental. Only said something like “libido inducing pills”. I got it from the pharmacy just down the street!” “I see, I see… In that case, I could go and investigate it for you.” The panther offered, standing up and trying to wipe the cum off his pants, only spreading it around even more in the process. “But first, I need to make sure you’re alright. Your testicles seem to be drawing energy and stored resources from the rest of your body to create all this cum, so we need to hook you up to some water and food to make sure you don’t… Starve to death…” “Please do!” Raven replied quickly, suddenly noticing how hungry and thirsty he was indeed. His adrenaline was slowly starting to die down, making him notice just how exhausted and tired he was despite waking up from the longest sleep he’d ever gotten in his life. “Very well. Follow me then, please.” The panther said with a concerned, urgent expression as he hurried to a door in the back that led to a small room that the skull dog had never seen before. “This is where we keep patients who need urgent care before they’re transported to the hospital.” The room seemed to be the smaller, dumber version of a hospital ward, with an uncomfortable looking bed in the middle and some basic equipment to take care of someone in an emergency. It seemed to be somewhere they’d put a patient while the ambulance arrived, or where some basic training were to take place, and definitely not somewhere the skull dog would have gladly spent more than a few hours. Given that it was right in the middle of the building, there were no windows or natural light at all, the only thing illuminating it being a flickery, yellow light that let out a weird buzz. The doctor gently helped his patient onto the bed while trying his best to conceal his disgust whenever he came in contact with the slime on his fur. It was useless to try to wipe whatever got on him too; whenever he rubbed his tainted hands on his coat, it just seemed to transfer and stick seamlessly to the new surface, like some kind of a stinky superglue. As soon as he thought that, he lifted his eyebrows as if he’d just had some crazy revelation in his head… But he couldn’t act unprofessional around his patient. He had to act quickly as the excessive cum was already flooding up the area! He grabbed a catheter and hastily connected it to Raven’s cock as an improvised way of solving the emergency. Raven squirmed a little bit as the tube was inserted into his urethra, but the relief that his cock was no longer creating a mess whenever he went felt great. He followed the long tube along with his eyes, and noticed that the end was connected to a small tank: it looked like something he’d fill up in a matter of seconds, but the panther was already one step ahead, bringing out an empty gas cylinder from the back and hooking it up to the tube to let the cum drain into it. “That should take care of ya for a few minutes now, shouldn’t it?” The doctor jokingly slapped the tank with his paw, before walking back over to the patient who was still trying to calm down his breathing after the chain of traumatic events. He really did seem very sorry for everything and clearly hated to be a bother, even if the situation was- mostly- out of his control. “T-thank you… I’m so sorry for the inconvenience…” Raven wanted to sink into the ground from the embarrassment he felt for causing so many people so much disgust with his irresponsible behavior. At the same time, he already dreaded how he was going to clean out the house once he got out of the hospital- to which he would hopefully soon be admitted to- because he knew that would be his last day living there if his mom and sister got back to their living space looking like the abandoned set to the freakiest porn movie of all time. “Truly, it’s no problem. This is my job, after all!” The panther replied cheerfully, slowly starting to process everything himself. “Well, I was going to give you an infusion to keep you fed, but it seems like your… Ejaculation just keeps getting stronger; I’m not seeing any signs of it slowing down. So, to prevent you from drying out or starving, I think the only option we have for now is… A feeding tube, unfortunately.” “Uh… Are you sure there’s… Not another way?” Raven sounded even more shy and hesitant as he saw the doctor taking out another long tube, entirely unprepared to have something like that shoved down his throat all of a sudden. “I’m just not all that comfortable with things going up my nose, is all. I think I can wait for the ambulance!” “Oh? No, no, sir. I insist! We cannot let you dry out before they come, this is indeed a medical emergency! But…” The panther suddenly stopped, as if he had suddenly thought of something. A gentle smile spanned across his face as he put down the tube and walked back over to the bed. “Well, there is an alternative to the nose feeding tube… It goes in through your mouth, so it will still be a bit more intrusive, but I think you will like it a lot more than the “regular” solution.” “Is that so?” Raven asked with relief, really not being able to shake his iffiness about normal feeding tubes. “Then please, get me that! If you feel like that’s good enough.” “Oh yeah, it’s perfectly good enough for your case, Raven!” The doctor assured him as he reached under the bed and began to scurry for something. Instead of a feeding tube however, he pulled out the end of a belt, the other end of which appeared to be connected to the bottom of the bed. “What’s that?” He asked curiously, but before the options could even register in his mind, the belt was pulled over his body and secured to the other end of the bed. His torso was pushed tightly to the mattress and his arms were secured onto it, making him completely unable to move away or use his arms. Confused and suddenly startled, he stuttered, not knowing what to make of this situation. “Um… W-why did you have to… Tie me up?” “Don’t worry about it, sir!” The feline giggled and began to purr as he secured a second and a third belt onto place just to be safe, holding the skull dog’s legs and chest in place too, to completely immobilize him. “It’s just that this tube would be way too easy to remove accidentally, if a patient were to make some unfortunate movements. We’re just doing this to be safe!” “Is this really necessary though?” Raven continued to voice his skepticism, suddenly unsure if he’d made the right choice in choosing this mysterious, new method. “I could stay in place just fine on my own, I’m not like… Crazy or anything…” “Oh, I’m not sure sure of that.” The doctor shook his head knowingly, with a smug smile on his face. “I think you will understand once you see the device!” Raven nervously followed the doctor with his eyes as he took out a second tube from the same place where the first one was stored. This one, however, had a particularly strange ending to it, so strange in fact, that the skull dog had to blink his eyes rapidly to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating it from the exhaustion: At the end of the long, flexible pipe was a small, purple dildo, complete with a pair of balls, a clearly formed tip and even some veins sculpted on the side to really sell the look of a real penis. “Am I seeing this shit?” He asked, caught off guard and absolutely stumped at the bizarre solution to get food down somebody’s throat. Especially in a medical setting, where he would have expected the greatest deal of professionalism “I mean, I don’t insist on having a feeding tube at all, you know… I could just… Swallow food and water on my own, haha…” “What a funny little contraption it is, isn’t it?” The panther laughed entirely dismissive of the patient’s concerns in his tone. “Turns out, the humanoid penis is just the right shape and size to be stuck down somebody’s throat to deliver food. No need to be shy, once it’s in, you won’t even notice you have it!” “I am seriously doubting that claim, doctor! I-is this thing even food safe? How are you sure that I’m not going to choke?! This is madness, I think I’m hallucinating from the pills!” Raven snapped back in a half-threatening, half-terrified voice. “In fact, would like to be released from this thing and taken to a hospital right now! How long am I even supposed to spend in this weird little room?” “That is just way too many questions to answer right now…” The doctor drew his eyebrows together and forced the rubber cock against the patient’s mouth. Although Raven firmly resisted at first, the panther, who was a lot bigger and stronger than him, eventually managed to force it through his teeth and push it down his throat. “How lucky that people who have their mouths stuffed… Can’t ask any more questions!” “Mmmh!!” Raven fought as if he was fighting for his life against the dildo that pushed against his mouth, but the panther seemed to be able to effortlessly open up his jaw and get the cock in there, before shoving it deep just with a few pushes. The helpless skull dog gagged and choked hard on the oversized rubber cock, his vision becoming blurry from the tears that collected in them from all the straining and fighting. This was definitely breaking many, many patients’ rights, but with all methods of fighting back or calling for any kind of help stripped from him, there wasn’t much left that Raven could have done besides trying to survive. “There we go! See? It isn’t even that bad!” The tall, black feline laughed as he watched the helpless patient struggle and wiggle on the bed, desperately trying to spit out the tightly wedged dildo from his mouth. “You won’t even notice when the food starts coming!” That, along with many of his other claims, however, seemed to be massively exaggerated; Raven could not only feel as the thick, flavorless paste began to be pushed down his esophagus, it filled him with a heavy sense of discomfort that only seemed to get worse and worse as time went on, and his body started to struggle with getting the overly big quantities down into his stomach. He didn’t have to swallow at all, since the thick silicone rod was big enough to keep his throat open, but with how much paste it was pushing out, it felt like he was soon going to burst from the pressure inside. “Mmmh.. Mmmm!” The skulldog struggled, fighting the belts and trying his very best to break free from this madness to no avail. He only helplessly watched as the panther giggled at him with a smug smile and replaced his old, nearly full cum tank with a new one before rolling the old tank out of the room on its wheels. “You see, sir, life is just full of lucky coincidences!” The doctor explained once he got back with a few more empty tanks and a mop, with which he began to clean up the floor and collect all of the goo into a bucket. “My brother is actually the proud owner of a glue factory, and he’s been struggling with the rising cost of raw materials in the industry!” “Hmmh??” Raven’s eyes opened wide in disbelief; that surely couldn’t be right. He was overcome with disgust and rage before the doctor could even finish his monologue, struggling to believe that he was being taken advantage of in such a way. “Yes, I know it’s quite a strange solution…” The panther continued, smiling as he was quite amused by the situation as well. “But look! Your sperm has such a nice, thick, sticky quality to it… That it’s actually almost identical to the base chemical that the glue is made of!” “Hmf…” The skulldog shook his head, still unwilling to accept his fate as a glue producing machine, desperately trying to stop his penis from cumming, but only exciting it further as he wiggled. “Please, don’t be so closed minded… This is a great opportunity for all of us!” The doctor purred, reaching out and starting to rub Raven’s overworked, swollen cock with his soft paws, tickling his testicles and trying to increase the yield even further as he excitedly watched the cum traveling up the tube into the tank. “This is a fantastic deal for all of us! My brother and I get to make a great profit… You’ll have free food and housing for as long as that little member of yours continues to spit… And the healthcare system will pay for it all! Isn’t it nice to have social security? I might even be able to get some more pills to help extend your orgasm- I mean, aid in your recovery…” Raven, entirely helpless and unable to save himself from this situation, was overcome with frustration as he struggled and struggled to eat more of the mush that was pumped into him. He was basically turned into livestock, like a milking cow whose only purpose in life had become to eat and produce milk for his owner. His heart sunk every time he thought of how he left the house when he rushed out, already imagining his family returning the next day and finding everything soaked in cum, and their son, missing. They would have no idea that their son was being held in a spare room in the doctor’s office, hooked up to two different tanks as his job had become turning food into cum for an exploitative doctor. There was no end in sight; even if his ejaculation magically stopped one day, the panther would be ready and prepared with jars upon jars of new pills, extending the prison sentence of the desperate, unfortunate skull dog. The panther was sure however, that eventually, his patient would slowly ease into his situation. He can only put up a fight and struggle for so long, before exhaustion finally takes over him. The whole feeding and milking process is automated; he doesn’t have to do a single thing in the world, only lie on the bed as he produces money for the company while being fed for free. Isn’t that the deal of a lifetime? Eventually, his mind would succumb to the gentle, persistent pleasure of his permanent orgasm, turning him into the perfect little machine, a peaceful, blissful machine. Maybe, in a while, he’ll even start enjoying it; after all, who wouldn’t want to live a life of laziness and pleasure? Honestly speaking, the panther was almost starting to feel jealous of the struggling, desperately pleading skulldog. If only he knew how lucky he was to work for the glue factory.