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"And that's when I realized something was wrong with me," said Roger as he turned to face the therapist. The burrow's ears gave a little flop as he twisted in his seat. The donkey's boney ass had plenty of room to spare as the diminutive five foot two equine only took up about half the seat. His lank tail slid off one side as he looked forlornly at his hooves.

"I mean I would look at girls at school, and we had some real lookers, but I never felt attracted to them or anything.

"What did you do then?" asked the smartly dressed pantheress as she scribbled something down.

"Well I... You're gonna laugh. I sorta thought I was gay." To Roger's surprise the attractive doctor kept the same serious but caring expression she had maintained since they he first walked in.

"What led you to that conclusion?" asked the cat.

"I thought, you know, since girls didn't do anything for me I must like guys. What else was there?"

"How did that turn out? Did you have a sexual experience with another male classmate?" Roger flushed crimson as his eyes dipped again. "It is nothing to be ashamed of Roger, it's quite normal for young males too-"

"No that's not it, it was worse than that Dr. Smith and really embarrassing."

"Roger, I assure you that it is not the most embarrassing thing I have heard or even the most embarrassing thing I will hear today. You can tell me, and please, call me Linda."

"Oh ok Dr. Linda it's just I had a friend who was, you know, gay and he was one of the first people I told. He got really excited and started talking about how proud he was and surprised he was because he had never picked me out. Well I was hanging out at his house one day, junior year I think, when he calls me over to his computer to show me something. There on the screen, he had an uh..."

"A porno?" smiled the doctor.

"Uh yeah, to huge dudes just going at it. A horse and a bull I think. I stared at it for about a minute and then I get this pinch in my gut and well long story short I vomited all over his keyboard.

Linda's pen stopped as she fought to keep a straight face and turned to look a bit harder at her newest patient.

"So the images they, repulsed you?

"No not really, well maybe some, but it was more like a shock. You aren't going to believe me but that was the first time I ever saw, you know, real sex." A frown formed on the big cats face as she put down her pad and looked at the tiny donkey sitting across from her.

"How old were you at the time?"

"I was 17 I think," said Roger.

"It's not too unusual for even a seventeen year old to be so sheltered. But this was your first exposure to any type of pornography? Did you parents disapprove of such material and monitor your internet browsing habits?

"No, I mean my dad was always real casual about that kind of thing, but that's not the problem. Nothing does it for me. Not males, not females, nobody. I mean I thought I was gay because I didn't get what the rest of my friends saw in women, but guys did nothing for me either. I mean after I threw up on his key board my friend thought it was because gays disgusted me. He thought it had all been some joke I was been playing. He kicked me out and we didn't talk much after that."

"So you put all your time into schoolwork after that?" asked Linda.

"Yeah I guess," said Roger as he began worrying his tail with his paws.

"And it appears that you did quite well. Valedictorian of you class. Outstanding ACT scores, and earning a full ride scholarship to Vandersluit University. All accomplishments that any underclassman should be proud of, but I talked to your professors and your hall's RA and they all say they are worried about you Roger. I had a talk with your parents and they seem worried too. They all say that lately you seem said and distant. We are very concerned about the health of our students, both physical and mental, here at the university and that's why you are in my office today.

"I-I'm glad I came it. It feels good to talk, but I just feel like something is wrong with me. My freshman year everything was great and I made friends and stuff, but lately I see couples everywhere and I just don't get it. I mean my friends even set me up with a girl and it just... I don't know. I didn't ever feel anything. We went on a date and I didn't know what to do. She was really pretty and she kind of expected me to think so too. I tried to fake it but it just doesn't work. I mean I've never even had a real relationship before."

Linda frowned again as one paw slowly scratched her chin and she took another look at Roger. He was an adorable little thing and probably the smallest male donkey she had ever seen. She was a rather large and voluptuous woman herself and stood at least a foot taller than Roger. His shirt and pants looked a bit large but it might have been because of his rail thin frame. Both his tail and ears however were huge and looked almost comically large due to his small stature.

"Roger can you tell me a little bit about your parents please?"

"My fokes? Oh we always get along. I love my mom and dad."

"No, I mean more specifically how they look. What do they look like, and which one do you favor?"

"Well everyone says I look just like my dad. He has sort of brown black coat like me. Mom has a much lighter coat but I have her green eyes."

"Are your parents around your size?"

"My size? Heck no. Both my parents are mammoth donkeys. My dad is almost six eight and my mother is as tall as you. They are both pretty huge actually. My dad even played college football till he tore up his leg."

"Really?" said Linda as an idea rapidly took shape in her head. "It never struck you as odd that you were so much smaller than them?" asked the panther.

"Well I didn't like it when I was little but I kinda got over it. I mean I would love to be big like my dad but it's just not in the cards you know. Besides, according to my dad it runs in the family. He had an uncle that was my size."

"Roger I have a few more questions for you and I need you to be honest with me. They might seem embarrassing but I assure you they are medically relevant. How many times would you say that you masturbate per week?" The donkey's face lit up again and Linda had to suppress another smile. It just made him look too damn cute.

"Well I err... I have been really busy lately, and I study a lot so I haven't really gotten around to it lately.

"When was the last time?" asked Linda in full professional mode.

"Well I don't exactly remember," said Roger as he tried to find something interesting on the celling to look at.

"Could you give me a best guess?" said Linda as she leaned forward.

"Um, sometime last year maybe?" Linda slid back into her seat with a rather incredulous look on her pretty muzzle.

"So you are telling me you haven't masturbated any time in the last year?"

"I guess not," said Roger in a very quiet voice.

"Well do you remember to first time you ever tried it?" Roger looked downright guilty at this point as eyes tried to avoid to panther's.

"One time that friend of mine tried to, um, you know, help me out put nothing really happened, and his arm got tired."

"Wow," said Linda quietly so Roger couldn't hear. "So you have never successfully masturbated then?"

"I guess not," said Roger as his face fell further. It almost broke Linda's hear to set her cute patient so down.

"Cheer up Roger, I may have some good news. As far as I can tell nothing is wrong with your mind. You are just suffering from a mild bout of depression brought about by social maladaptation."

"I don't know doc that sounds kind of bad. Could you give it to me in English?

"It means you are feeling like shit because you are different, but you're not crazy. I have a friend who's a professor and works in the Student Health Center. I want her to have a look at you just to make sure you're healthy because I think part of your problem could be medical which is outside my field.

"So that's that then? asked Roger as he stood up.

"That's that. I'll set up an appointment for you and after we see what she thinks we can schedule some follow up visits."

"Well that makes me feel better," shrugged Roger as he extended his paw. "Thanks for helping me out Dr. Linda."

"No problem Roger," said the doctor as she shook his paw. "It's my job after all."

With that Roger quietly left the office feeling better as Linda slid over to her desk and picked up her phone. After dialing a familiar extension another phone in a dusty office began to ring before a feline paw picked up the receiver.

"Dana, its Linda," said the pantheress as she twilled the cord in her fingers. "I may have found you the perfect subject for your project.

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The next day Roger was sitting in the lobby of the student health center feeling good about what was shaping up to be a pretty great day. He had gone to his nine o'clock Calculus class but was able to skip his least favorite class, Econ 201 due to the appointment. Better yet his English professor was out this week with the flu so his afternoon was wide open. He was alone in lobby except for a very large and healthy looking female bear. She was wearing baggy sweats with the school logo and Roger was pretty sure he recognized her as the starting center for the women's basket ball team. She had a rather fierce scowl on her face that probably had something to do with the massive leg brace she was wearing. It looked quite heavy and didn't appear to let her leg bend much.

Roger had wanted to say something friendly but the bear had sat there rather stoically apparently obvious to his presence. Before he could think anymore on the subject a rabbit in a nurse's uniform stepped into the lobby and called his name. After that it was almost like every other doctor visit he had. She took his, height, weight, and blood pressure before leading him to a sterile looking examination room.

"Here you go," said the nurse as she handed Roger a paper gown.

"What is this for?" asked the donkey as he unfolded the flimsy thing.

"You will need to strip down and put that on for the duration of the examination," said the rabbit as she picked up a clip board and handed it to Roger. "Also please fill this out to the best of your ability." With that she was gone, slipping out the door. Roger quickly shucked off his pants and shirt and slowly slid his briefs down his legs before looking at himself in the small mirror the room had.

He was a gangly thing, all skin and bones. At home his mother was forever trying to get him to eat more and put on a little weight but he never seemed to gain any. His coat was a splotchy brown black on his legs and back but shifted toward an even light brown on his belly. His hooves were not very large, but on him they looked rather big. As he slipped on the flimsy gown he found it was quite breezy and about two sizes two large. He was still trying to tie the back together when a cough spun him around.

A some point during his struggles a very large and extra curvy cougar in a white suit had walked in. She was holding the clip board that Roger had put down earlier and buttoned atop her large bosom was a small white name tag with the words 'Dr. Dana Cravy'. Roger's face hit a record setting shade of red as the blond cougar hit him with a very toothy smile.

"Mr. Roger Plowshair I presume," said the cougar as she grinned down at him.

"Y-yes ma' am," said Roger as he spun and tried to cover as much of his ass with the gown as possible.

"Well Linda was right about you. You are adorable," she said looking down at the clip board. She slid a small stool out from under a table and motioned for Roger to sit down on the examination table. He did so as gracefully as he could but still had to do a little hop to get his ass up on the table.

"Mr. Plowshair I have been reading the information you gave us and the thoughts of my colleague and agree with her that you may suffer from a developmental disorder."

"Is that dangerous?" asked the donkey as his face grew grim.

"It depends. Sometimes they can be quite serious, however your symptoms don't point towards any of the more dangerous conditions. I will have to conduct some tests to be sure but you physical condition points toward delayed puberty. Tell me how often do you shave?" Roger thought back to the still new in box razor his dad bought him as he rubbed his stubble free chin.

"I don't really shave at all.

That's one of the tale tell signs. By height and weight you are in the bottom five percent of your species yet both parents are nowhere near your size, am I correct?

"Pretty much," said Roger as he thought about his parents.

"Lets proceed with the examination then shall we. I can't determine if I am correct till I have had a look and run some blood tests but I assure that if you have it, it's treatable."

The doctor then proceeded to slip on a pair of latex gloves and give Roger the most though examination of his life. She looked in his ears, down his throat. She checked his spine and neck. She looked at both his hooves and made him stand then bend and stretch in several different directions. Roger was sure his face was going to explode when she even went over every inch of his cock and balls, even going so far as to measure each. Finally she drew some blood and let the thoroughly embarrassed burro slip back into his clothes. She wrote him an excuse for class and informed him to show up the same time tomorrow to discuss the results of the tests and plan treatments if necessary.

"Don't feel too bad if the tests confirm the diagnosis," said Dana. "I didn't mention it earlier but I actually specialize in developmental disorders. I'm actually running a clinical trial at the university right on a possible treatment."

"Really?" asked Roger feeling slightly better.

"Yep," said the cougar. "but don't put the wagon before the horse. We'll talk about your test results tomorrow." She patted him on the head and followed him out the door, and as soon as he left walked to her research lab in the basement of the health center. She extracted several drops of his blood and fed them into a rather expensive looking machine. She let it go to work as she busied herself with other tasks before the machine dinged and printed out several sheets of data.

As her eyes scanned the pages, she began to smile before slipping the documents into a folder.

"Well Roger, I think you just the one I'm looking for," said Dana with a grin as she flicked off the lights in the lab.

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Friday was Roger's only day without class and he found himself sitting in a rather dusty leather chair in an equally dusty office, belonging to Dr. Dana. It looked more like a some kind of cave with stacks of books everywhere along with folders and various other trash. The cougar was leafing through his folder on top of a very cluttered desk before closing it and looking up.

"Roger I am afraid my suspensions were correct. You appear to have a severe case of male late onset puberty.

"Is that bad?" asked the wide eyed donkey.

"Well no, but it means that your body has never experienced puberty and is not as developed as it otherwise might be. Your testosterone levels are very very low, and so are you FGH and other growth hormones. Even at nineteen your body should still be growing and you show no signs of that.

"So what do I do?" asked Roger. "Are there drugs to fix the problem? Do I need surgery or something?

"No no," chucked Dana. "The standard treatment is often growth hormone injections coupled with testosterone therapy for several years. Basically giving you what your body can't or won't make so you can grow."

"I won't look like some roided out monster will I?

"Oh no," said Dana as her ear twitched, "but with the proper therapy you will do a good bit of growing. Treatment is covered by almost all major insurance companies so it should be no problem for you to-"

"Actually that is sort of a problem," said Roger as he rubbed at his knees. "My fokes aren't the wealthiest. They had to take me off their insurance when I moved away. I have the school policy by it doesn't cover very much."

"Well I may have a solution for you then. You remember the clinical trial I told you the college is participating in? Well I am one of the lead researchers and was able to pull a few strings and get you into it."

"That's really nice of you Dr. Cravy but is that what I really need? Didn't you just say that there is already treatment for my condition. What if I just wait till after college when I can afford to do the treatments?"

"Well Roger the treatments have much less affect after age twenty. As it is, if you went on them right now they would put you on very aggressive treatment schedule because of your age. The new methods we are working with now are much more effective and actually cause your body to produce the hormones instead of introducing synthetic ones into your body.

"Still though, it sounds kind of dangerous," said the donkey.

"Roger I promise you that nothing bad will happen. I do checkups every week and the participants only have to provide fluids for testing. The college also grants a stipend of $200 a month to participants."

"Well if you think its best," said Roger as dollar signs danced in front of his eyes.

"Good then we can start today," said the cougar as she ripped open a desk drawer and pulled out a small back satchel." She quickly unzipped it reveling a small and a syringe.

"Tt-today?" wheezed Roger as his eyes widened.

"Oh yes," said Dana with a smile. "You aren't getting any younger. Besides we want to start treatment as soon as we can." She then plunged the needle into the vile and slowly filled the syringe as she moved around the desk. "Arm please," said the cougar as Roger carefully rolled his sleeve. He looked away right before he felt a small prick and then a slight burning. The doctor withdrew and Roger looked at his arm. A small red dot was the only sign that anything had happened. Dana returned with a band aid and carefully pressed it into his arm.

"So that's it then?" asked Roger.

"Yep, it's just one small shot every week. You don't need to change your diet or anything. Just do what you do and the treatment should do its thing.

"And that's all I have to do? asked Roger?

"Well there is one more thing," said the cougar as her ear gave another flick. ==================================================================

Roger clutched the bag tightly to his chest as his eyes searched for anyone he knew. The thought of anyone stopping him and asking what was inside terrified the burro as he raced back to his dorm room. He tried to look casual as he flashed his ID at the fur behind the desk in his hall but it seemed there were eyes everywhere. As soon as he hit the stairwell he was taking them two at a time. Luckily he was on in room 222 so he only had to go up two flights of stairs.

One of his floor mates shouted "Where's the fire?" as he whizzed past but he didn't stop till he was safely locked in his room. Only then did he dump out the contents of the sack on his bed. When Dr. Dana mentioned samples Roger was sure she meant blood or urine. Only after did she mention that they would need a sample of semen from him every week. After he had calmed down a little bit, the doctor had assured him that it was essential for continued testing. When he asked how he was supposed to collect such a sample she had produced from that bag the thing that now lay on the bed. She had used some medical term for the device but Roger could clearly see that it was a penis pump.

It had a clear acrylic cylinder eight inches long with a flared opening about two inches wide. The other end was closed save for a fitting that attached to a vacuum line. On the end of the line was a small mechanical pump with a vacuum gage that you squeezed with your paw. Roger had received spam advertising such items promising huge gains in length and girth, but he never expected to be the owner of one. This particular one looked quite well made and had some medical company's name slapped on the side.

Dana had explained with a straight face that the device would ensure he maintained an erection and produced sufficient semen for a sample. She had been iffy on what constituted sufficient but Roger was sure he would find out IF he ever decided to use the thing. He shoved the contraption deep under his bed as his stomach rumbled. That meant it was supper time so Roger wandered down to the cafeteria to get some chow.

The donkey clearly had underestimated how hungry he was and went back for seconds and even thirds as he ate like a starving animal. The crowds were thinning out, and Roger was polishing off his last sloppy joe when a group of fems walked in. It was the varsity volleyball team; hot, sweaty, and hungry straight from practice. All of them had toned athletic bodies and many were still in there rather skimpy practice uniforms. All in all they put on an innocent but still rather gratuitous display that caught the eye of every male in the place, including Roger. The donkey was wiping his paws on a napkin when his eyes caught a doe just as she bent forward over the counter to reach something towards the back of the cooler.

Her tight powder blue shorts gripped an even tighter doe ass as they rode up slightly giving Roger a perfect view. His mouth started to water all over again as something stirred in his loins. Even after she bent back over Roger's brain was still a little fogged as the donkey watched the noisy group sit down across the hall. He finally woke up when his paw bumped his drink sending soda spilling all over his tray He frantically worked to mop it and was mostly successful before reaching down to adjust his pants. What his hand met was a rock hard donkey cock that had no intention of cooperating.

Never in his life could Roger remember such an occurrence, and just the brush of his own paw against his stiff member brought a surprised bray from his lips. A few furs in the area swung around and gave Roger a strange look as he froze. There were several snickers before he realized that his paw was still at his crotch and he quickly removed it. When everyone else had finally stopped staring or at least lost interest, Roger quietly picked up his soggy tray and dumped it all while trying to hide his rather glaring erection.

For the second time in one day he beat hooves back to his dorm room. As soon as the door closed his pants were flung across the room as he slipped the waist band of his briefs under his balls. He breathed a sigh of relief as his cock stood out proudly in front of him. Like the rest of him it was a splotchy brown and black but a slightly lighter shade that the rest of his body. It was a rather new sight for the equine who couldn't remember a time he had been this hard. He wrapped his paw tentatively around it as he gave a stroke and the sensation drew another soft bray from him as his hips jerked forward. It took a minute of two before he could finally stop himself and even then he didn't want to.

"Gods is this what I've been missing all these years?" panted Roger as he looked down at his pre slick paw. Hormones raged thought the donkey's body as his adolescent inheritance came crashing down him, and soon he was bucking into his own paw again as the doe from the cafeteria bent over and stretched in front of him again. Her pants were so tight as her tuft of a tail twitched slowly displaying the perfect curve of her ass. The speed and intensity of his strokes increased as she turned and slowly peeled off her shirt revealing a pert chest capped with light pink nipples. Roger brayed again, louder this time, as his cock throbbed and the doe bent and gave the tip of his cock a long slow lick before beginning to suck.

That was as far as Roger's fantasy got as his cock exploded spraying his floor and recently shed pants with his seed. It was all Roger could do not to bray at the top of his lungs as his hips jerked and his eyes rolled back. His only thought was how had he ever lived without this as he hit the first orgasmic high of his life. His paw continued to stroke as the last of his seed dibbled out, and his thin frame sagged against his door. His body felt heavy and lethargic as he moved slowly toward his bed and flopped down on the nice cool sheets. Almost immediately he began to doze as lewd half formed dreams floated through his head.

About an hour later Roger came to with a snort and slowly sat up. There was a drool spot on his shirt and his paw was still wrapped around his semi-hard cock as the other paw rubbed sleep from his eyes. It took him a minute to realize what had happened before Roger stood and looked at himself in his small bedside mirror. His hair was matted in a odd way and he was naked for the waist down. His paw still gripped his cock and still felt slightly sticky from his last cum, but all he could think about was doing it again.

An Idea hit Roger's hormone addled brain as he ripped off his shirt and dived under his bed and grabbed the bag Dr. Cravy had given him. His paw warped around the pump as he pulled it out of the bag and slowly reexamined it. He now noted that the cylinder had inch markings etched on the outside and Roger couldn't help but wonder just how he stacked up. The whole thing seemed suddenly important as he placed his hardening cock beside the tube and it reached nearly to the five inch mark. It seemed that this had not escaped his lack of puberty either as his ears and tail sagged slightly before another idea hit him. If these things were suppose to make you bigger that what the hell was he waiting for. He had a lot of catching up to do.

A brief image of himself unzipping and reveling his knee length monster in front of the doe from earlier while she gasped. Roger gave a soft nicker as he shivered and the vision slipped away

"Damn it," swore Roger as realized he was lightyears behind his peers, what he needed was more juicy material to make up for all the years spent in his celibate state. The more he thought about it more he wasn't even sure what he really considered sexy or even what he liked. He needed inspiration. Something to guild and teach him the inns and outs of sex so he would know exactly what to do to his fantasy fem. He needed the INTERNET!

Roger slid over to his desk and wiggled the mouse as his computer flared to life. His fingers were a blur on the key board and soon his desk top was filled with images of furs furiously fornicating. It was like a kid's first trip into a candy store and Roger wanted to taste them all as he zoomed down the information super highway. He saw fat furs, skinny furs, furs in leather, furs in chains, rubber furs, shaved furs, and everything in between. But it wasn't until Roger saw a word he didn't recognize that he found what he was truly looking for.

"What the hell is a Milf? wondered the donkey as he clicked on the link. His cock bucked in his paws as an older tigress graced the screen. Wearing nothing but hair curlers and a see though apron her body was all curves and all woman. The next image was a lioness who was just as curvy with tits that made Rogers mouth water. They hung low as she bent over a wet kitchen floor with a sponge. The next photo had her leaning against the sink as she squeezed the soapy sponge over her chest.

The rest of the pictures were all similar. All of them slightly older females, most in their thirties. Many of the cats where quite built and nearly all extra helpings of tits and ass. Roger cock was drooling as he clicked on the next link Milfhunter.com. He was slightly let down when it was mostly camera phone shots of milf's in the wild, and sadly most of the shots were fully clothed. Still Roger kept scrolling till one photo made his heart stop. It was a photo of a pantheress in a gym doing a tricep extension right as the weight reached its peak above her shoulders. Who ever had taken the photo had aimed the camera at the mirror wall in front of the panther while she exercised and had done an amazing job for a stealth shot.

Every muscle in her body was tensed as sweat glistened on her dark fur. Her toned hips stretched her short gym pants tight, and her toned six pack was very visible. Her sports bar was stretched tight over the perfect orbs that sat high on her chest as her arms framed a face that was more than pretty. A face that Roger recognized because the panther in the picture was Dr. Linda Smith. A rather funny feeling came over Roger as a small squirt of pre hit the bottom of his key board. He suddenly felt very guilty as he stared at the image on the screen and remembered his meeting with the cat. She had been so kind, so nice, and so HOT. Gods he could remember it now only it was like he was remembering it though different eyes. Sitting slightly reclined in her desk chair as her voluptuous body filled out her suit. One knee crossed over the other while she looked down at him though thin rimmed glasses with those golden eyes.

Roger bit his lip as he jumped up from his desk as desperately tried not to cum. His cock gave a few violent twitches but soon the burro was able to breathe again as he looked down at the pump. Maybe it was a good idea to use it since the donkey didn't want to clean cum off his screen and keyboard. He picked it up holding the tube in one paw and the pump in the other as he slipped it over his member. The tube looked quite large around his dick as he gave the pump a squeeze. The suction quickly pulled it flush with his groin as cock seemed to stand straighter in the tube just crossing the five inch mark. This made him feel better somehow as he switched the pump to his right paw so he could click with his left.

How a picture of Dr. Smith had ended up on the internet was anyone's guess but Roger was glad they did as he gave the pump another few squeezes. The suction quickly grew and every time he squeezed the handle his cock would jump a bit in the tube. It felt quite good actually as the pump seemed to force more blood into his cock than was otherwise possible. His member was already quite red and every vein seemed big and angry. He pumped till it started to hurt then backed off before putting the pump down and gripping the tube. He ran his paw lightly up and down it before gripping it and giving it a tug.

Roger gave a soft bray as his cock stretched a bit and the pressure grew before he let the tube snap back. He began milking the tube as it gently tugged at his cock and soon it felt quite like he was jerking off but more intense. Roger kept milking the tube and jerking himself for almost thirty minutes and was surprised that his organism kept eluding him. While jerking himself in the tube felt REALLY good he wasn't actually touching himself, and couldn't seem to send himself over the edge. But as he eyed his own pumped maleness what he saw gave him a start. It was now visibly thicker that before and his flare had never been wider. The tube now had him at almost six inches in length making him longer and thicker.

"This thing is awesome!" exclaimed Roger as he gave it a few more pumps. "Maybe I ought to wear it a bit longer." He went back to his computer and the image of Linda was still there as he began to milk the tube again. The photographer had several more pictures of her as she worked out. Linda doing preacher curls. Again doing leg lifts, and even one of her doing situps.

Slowly Roger's room began to fade and he was back in her office.

"Mr. Plowshair it's good to see you again," said the pantheress from behind her desk. She was wearing the same suit as last time but it seemed tighter this time and shorter.

"Good to see you too Linda," said Roger with a cocky grin. "I'm having a problem that only you are qualified to take care of."

No problem Roger," said the doctor as she leaned over her desk pushing her chest out. "It's my job after all." Roger's paw slowly moved down to his jeans as he patted the outline of his cock as it snaked down his leg. "Oh dear," said Linda as she put her glasses on. "I'm so glad you came to me. I know just how to handle it." Her fingers busied themselves with the buttons on her front as she undid her shirt. Roger's cock grew painfully tight as Linda's heavy breasts bounced free. She stalked around the desk before bending in front of him and even then her head was just below his.

" We are very concerned about the health of our students, both physical and mental, here at the university and that's why you are in my office today," said Linda as she stared up into Roger's eye's while her paws quickly unbuckled his jeans and slid them down his ass. His cock popped free and it was so hard it almost hurt. It was even bigger than before as it filled her paw. She looked down at it a minute and gave it a stroke before looking back up at him. Oh gods! His cock sat there aching with that beautiful mouth just inches from him.

"Linda..." moaned Roger

"It is nothing to be ashamed of Roger," said the cat, "it's quite normal for young males too- MMMPPHH!" Roger's paw grabbed the back of her head as he thrust and buried himself in her mouth. Just like that she was licking and sucking on his cock, and gods could she SUCK. Her nose was buried in Rogers crotch as she sucked harder and harder and HARDER. It felt like she was trying to rip his dick off with her mouth. Soon though it was a bit too much of a good thing as a bit of pain began to creep in with the pleasure.

"Ms. Linda cc-could you ease up you're hutting my-"

The Pantheress let lose a growl that shook Rogers thin frame as her eyes flicked to his and she sucked harder still. The donkey's legs shook as his balls tried to pull up into his groin but something was holding them back while Linda kept sucking. Finally both Roger's paw went to her muzzle to try and pry the cat off before his dick exploded.

His room came flashing back as Roger gave a herculean grunt and pulled. With champagne cork like 'POP' the vacuum tube flew off his dick , but the momentum toppled him backward as fell out of his char. The poor donkey landed flat on his back and the fall stung, but his climax washed everything else away as his super pumped dong erupted, sending thick streamers of equine spunk skyward. Roger was only a passenger as his body whole body clenched tight, while his cock continued to spew. Soon his entire chest and thighs were covered in seed and yet his cock didn't look done yet.

After nearly three minutes of nonstop cumming his cock finally stopped. The donkey felt like he had run three miles as he panted and his abs felt almost as sore as his cock. The heavy afterglow quickly came and brought a smile and a short giggle to his lips as that tired heaviness fell over him and his aches seemed far away. Soon it was all he could he could do to keep his eyes open as he shifted a bit.

"I think I found a new hobby," mumbled Roger as he curled one arm under his head and drifted off on his floor tired, sticky, and spent.