SHORTS - DYLAN - 2 - THE CHECK UP
 
Dylan was playing basketball with the other multiab boys when his mum came down to speak to him. It was time for him to do his annual check up, so the Doctor was on his way in. "Ok mum. I'll go get showered before he gets here."
 
Dylan heads back into the mansion, entering his room via the balcony rather than the going through the ground floor, and takes his shorts off. He heads into his special circular shower, making sure to wash every inch of his nearly 20 foot frame. He then comes out of the shower room and gets dried, puts on some nice deodorant and a respectable t-shirt and shorts and heads down to meet Dr MacNeill. Dr MacNeill has been the family doctor since before Dylan was born, so nothing surprised him about the boys. Seeing Dylan walking into the room, the Dr just said "Ah, good morning Dylan. Time for your check up. If you just want to take your shirt off and lay down on the examination bed, that'd be grand." Dylan did as he was told and lay down on the specially made examination bed.
 
Dr MacNeill - "Now then, how have you been since I saw you last year?"
Dylan - "Well Doc, I'm actually glad you're here. I haven't been feeling too great recently."
Dr MacNeill - "Oh really. You boys seem to be quite invincible normally, makes my job very easy. What seems to be the problem then?"
Dylan - "Well, for about the past week or so I've been vomiting every morning. Nothing serious mind, no blood or anything, but yesterday and this morning I'm feeling kind of bloated, although I haven't vomited today."
Dr MacNeill - "Hmmm... When was that last time you, ahem, ate?"
Dylan - "I actually haven't eaten since the first time I vomited. Lost my appetite and haven't really got it back."
Dr MacNeill - "Well, you do look like you have a bit of a bloated section about 10 foot below your chest. Do you mind if I do a quick check?"
Dylan - "No problem Doc. Knock yourself out."
Dr MacNeill - "Ok, let's just have a little look-see..." "Hmm..., this is interesting. It looks like it is moving very slowly towards your chest. The surface is hard to the touch, but then all your abs tend to be hard to the touch even when you aren't flexing."
Dylan - "Ha, you know me. It's definitely feeling different this time, like it's getting bigger as it's moving."
Dr MacNeill - "If you don't mind, I'm just going to mark on your torso where it currently is so we can see how fast it is moving. It'll wash off, honest." "I'm just going to have a little listen to your pulses and your breathing to see if there might be anything else. Your hearts are racing a little bit, sounds like all 12 are nearly in unison. Can you take a big breath in and hold it please?"
Dylan - [breathes in and fills his lungs, all 30 of them, causing his torso to bulge slightly, and taking over two minutes to fill them all to capacity]
Dr MacNeill - "Nothing there that's worrying me. Now if you can breath out slowly and then breath in again" [5 minutes pass] "Nope, definitely nothing there to cause me panic" [He checks the bulge] "Hmmm... that has travelled almost two foot in that time. It looks bigger from the outside. How does it feel to you?"
Dylan - "It's definitely feeling bigger to me. I think I could try to make myself sick if that would move it along quicker?"
Dr MacNeill - "Well, it does sound as if it's going through your digestive system rather than anything else. I might get in trouble for saying this, but let's give it a go and see if it gives you some relief."
 
Dylan raises himself up on his arms and starts to strain his abs, pushing the bulge along. The effort is clearly great, as beads of sweat form over his perfect skin, giving a shine and definition to his muscles that even someone as straight-laced as Doctor MacNeill notices, catching his breath. Eventually, the bulge reaches Dylan's chest, now the size of a fully grown man. Dylan turns his head and opens his mouth wide, wider than almost any other person (other than a certain 6 armed Naga) could. With a horrible splat, the vomit hits the floor, followed by a grown man, much to Dylan's surprise and Doctor MacNeill's horror.
 
The man, coughs and splutters, before opening his eyes and asking "Where am I?" Doctor MacNeill, ignoring all the vomit, helps the man up and into a chair. He starts to notice that there are differences about the young man. The man, in his early twenties, appears to have an extra pair of arms, and a third leg. Being completely naked, the Doctor also notes that he has an extra penis, extra ball sack and extra anus, giving his waist a symmetry that his feet appear not to have - it looks as though he has two right legs and a left leg. "Now young man, can you hear me ok? Can you tell me your name?", the Doctor asks. Dylan coughs and says "Hey, he's one of the guys I ate last week. I think his name was Ezra, or something like that. Man he was tasty and hot..." Dylan drifted off. "Ahem, well yes", the Doc says, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the thought of someone eating another human. "Ezra, can you hear me?", he asks. "Yeah, although can you talk quieter, my head is killing me", Ezra says holding it with two right hands.
 
Suddenly his eyes burst wide open in panic. "What the ...", he says. He looks at the two right hands, slowly realising that both are his, before bringing his left hands up to join them. Touching one hand, then another, then another, then another, he is mesmerised by the feeling, each touch sending a signal to his brain, letting him know that they are all part of him. As he puts his lower arms down, he find that his lap doesn't feel the same. Looking down with trepidation, he notices his new leg. He tries to move it, and it obeys his mental command, touching his two outer legs and sending signals to his brain. All of this is starting to arouse his penises, which grew prodigiously, stiffening to almost 2 feet in length. As Ezra continues to 'examine' his body, Doctor MacNeill turns to Dylan and asks him "have you ever experienced this before? Also, I thought you didn't eat other multi-humans?" "First time for me Doc, but I can say that he was a norm when I swallowed him." "What?! How is that possible?", the Doctor asks. "Search me Doc. It's all new to me..."
 
"Ezra, do you mind if I take you back to my surgery to do a few checks? Nothing worrying, I promise, and you won't be there long, hopefully..." "Yeah, sure. Can I ask a question though?" Ezra asks. "Of course, young man" the Doctor replies. "What am I meant to do now? I don't have any family, and don't have any possessions, money, friends, anything. I got rid of everything when I signed up to join Dylan's food group." The Doctor glares at Dylan, "your 'food group'?" Dylan just shrugs, "a guy's gotta eat." "Well, until we can figure this out I suggest you stick to a more 'normal' diet." "Awww. C'mon Doc - they're so tasty." "Look Dylan, I'm the Doctor here and I'm telling you no humans until I figure this out." "Oh alright then. How about livestock?" "You really just like eating big things, don't you?..."
 
The Doctor helped Ezra on to his three legs and started walking him, unsteadily to the door. "Hey, Doc. You might want to cover him up? Don't want you getting a reputation for bringing naked hotties into your surgery", Dylan laughed. "Ah, do you have anything that might help?" Dylan started thinking, but as usual Fergusson the Butler was already standing by with a towel for Ezra's waist and one of Grant's t-shirts, cut short, for his body.
 
As the Doctor walked Ezra to his car and headed back to his surgery, Fergusson turned to Dylan and said "Am I to take it that young sir will not be dining in his usual fashion this evening?" "No Fergusson, not until the Doctor figures out what is happening." "Very good sir. I shall speak to the farmer and have him send up some fresh livestock instead." Dylan just licked his lips. "Thank you Fergusson."