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After a good night's rest, Donnie was digested and Chad's stomach was once again flat and muscular. A good workout down at the gym helped him remove any excess fat the beaver may have given him. The wolf went about the usual routine of reforming the young beaver, a simple enough task that Chad tended to frown upon those predators who couldn't be assed to take five seconds out of their self-important lives to will their victims back into existence. Besides, if Chad didn't reform the customers, there'd be no more familiar faces. Besides, Donnie had seemed like a nice enough guy.

Of course, Donnie remembered nothing. Like many prey before him the beaver had awoken back in his apartment near the university, naked, confused, and unable to remember how he'd gotten home. And like many others who'd joined the gym without realizing it was for vores and subsequently taken a trip down some hungry instructor's gullet, Donnie had returned the following day filled with questions.

And when those questions were answered - Chad and Trent could tell how flustered the beaver was, and so didn't bother being coy - he'd promptly fainted. After being revived and given something to calm him down, Chad had the young beaver sent to the masseur for a workdown. Chad was certain Edwin could help the poor guy relax and unwind.

Once that was settled all that was left was for Chad to make an appointment with John, which, in fact, he did right after sending Donnie away with Edwin to the gym's massage parlor. Heading into his office, he fished the business card John had given him out of the front of his speedo. Picking up the rotary-dial telephone he kept - specially customized for his large fingers and hands - Chad dialed the number for John Carnahan, DDS.

He sat in his chair, which creaked pleasantly with his weight, and listened to the ringing on the other end. After a moment her heard someone pick up and a perky female voice said, "Carnahan Family Dentistry, can I help you?"

"Hello," Chad said pleasantly, "Is this Sarah I'm speaking to?"

"Why, yes!" the voice said brightly.

"Ah, nice to speak to you. Sorry if I seem a bit familiar. It's just that John, uh, I mean, Dr. Carnahan told me about you specifically by name."

Sarah giggled. Chad grinned. He wasn't a ladies' man, being gay and all, but he still occasionally enjoyed using his charm on the fairer sex. "Why, thank you. And you must be Chad. Dr. Carnahan told me I ought to expect a phone call from you."

"Yes, I'd like to make an appointment."

"All right, for when?" asked Sarah.

Chad thought for a second. "Is today sometime okay?" he asked. Better to go ahead and get it out of the way. Besides, he thought, he was eager to see John again.

"Of course," said Sarah. "I've got you for two o'clock on the dot this afternoon."

That was fast, Chad mused. Either Sarah was the world's best receptionist or John was really anticipating Chad's visit. He glanced at the wall clock. It was half past eleven. Plenty of time, but he needed to get moving. "All right, Sarah, I'll be there in just a little bit." He grinned a little bit suddenly. "And do me a favor. Tell Dr. Carnahan I said hello."

"Sure! Goodbye!"

He said goodbye and hung up. The front of his speedo tented just a little bit at the thought of the ram dentist, and he was suddenly glad Sarah couldn't see him. God, he hoped this didn't happen in the waiting room. Or, at least, that nobody would be there if it did. Imagine having some mother having to explain to her children why the nice wolf two chairs over had a big lump in the front of his pants.

He left his office - the Monochrome Gym of course being one of the few places his cockbulge would pass for muster, even be appreciated - and sought out Trent. The white stag was getting an energy drink out of one of the vending machines over at the juice bar. Coming up behind him, Chad devilishly waited until Trent was beginning to take a sip before he slapped the stag's speedo-clad ass, making him jump and almost spill his drink.

"Damn it, Chad!" said Trent, but laughed.

Chad snuggled up to his friend and rubbed over where he'd slapped him on the rear, making the stag grunt a little in relaxation as he drank. "Hey, listen, I need you to hold the fort while I run an errand."

"Again?" Trent grumbled, taking another drink and then setting the can aside.

"For real, this time," Chad said. Trent turned and looked at him, one eyebrow raised. "I mean it. Scout's honor." He held up one hand.

"You were never in the Boy Scouts," Trent said flatly.

Chad grumbled. "Really, Trent, it's for a dentist's appointment." He saw the surprise on the stag's face. "It's just for a checkup, I think."

"You think?" Trent chuckled. "Sounds to me like you're thinking less about the appointment and more about our incredibly handsome dentist. Yeah, I know all about John. He told me about his practice once. And I've seen the way he looks at you."

"You should've been in the locker room yesterday," said Chad with a smirk. He straightened a bit. "Anyway, like I said, I have an appoint for two o'clock and I need you to run things while I'm gone. Can you do it for me?"

Trent pretended to think it over. Chad knew his answer already. The stag just liked to dick around with him. He picked up his drink can again and took a slurping sip of the contents. "Mm, fine," he said at last.

"Thanks," said Chad, and gave the stag a little kiss on the lips, which Trent returned. He and Trent hadn't been spending much time together lately, and the wolf reasoned that perhaps either later tonight or tomorrow he'd need to invite Trent out for dinner or perhaps a workout here at the gym, just the two of them.

Then it was off to the locker room. Chad changed out of his speedo and into his conventional street clothes - dark slacks, shoes, a comfortable cotton shirt and windbreaker. A quick trot down to the parking where his car was, and he was on his way.

~*~

Carnahan Family Dentistry was located on the fourteenth floor of a midtown office building, and Chad admittedly had a bit of difficulty finding it. As he entered, he found the waiting room empty and silent. Even the office beyond the receptionist's sliding glass window was completely devoid of anyone. He went over and looked in, and, seeing no one, decided to sit and wait. He took off his jacket and sat, and found the wood and leather guest chairs quite comfortable, and sat back, taking in the room around him. It was your typical waiting room. Chairs. A low table with outdated magazines. A flatscreen TV on the wall, not currently turned on. Pleasant but unremarkable framed paintings. A Glade freshener plugged into the wall outlet gave the room the sweet scent of freshly dried laundry.

Chad shifted and tried to read a magazine. Nothing interesting. He wasn't a "news guy." Didn't read many newspapers or watch talkshows, and didn't keep up with current events. Chad was content to be who he was, where he was, when we was, and had little interest in what people were doing in the bigger world. Still, it was better than nothing, so he boredly thumbed through a few pages of Time Magazine as he waited in the stillness. It was a little spooky, actually. Except for the hum of the flourescent lights and the sounds of him turning the pages, the waiting room had an eerie silence to it. For the briefest moment, Chad, who wasn't ordinarily prone to such fanciful thinking, felt as if he were the only person left in the entire world.

True to his experience with waiting rooms, the moment he found an article he felt was worth reading, he heard the glass window sliding open, and glanced up. Now in the office there was a middle-aged and pleasant-looking female sheep. She didn't stay in there. Instead, she came out through the door on the left, beyond which Chad glimpsed a gleaming tiled hallway. Then she shut the door behind herself and was in the waiting room with him. She had her purse slung over one shoulder and a clipboard in her hand.

"Chad, I take it?" she asked. It was Sarah. He recognized her voice.

"Yes," Chad replied, still holding Time.

"Welcome," she said, and handed him the clipboard. "I'm going home early today. Just fill these out and give them to Kyle when he comes out. He should be with you shortly."

Chad nodded, closing and setting aside the magazine and accepting the clipboard. He as about to ask who Kyle was but Sarah left, and Chad, again alone, sat filling out a variety of insurance forms. As if he didn't already handle enough paperwork back at the gym! Soon enough, though, he was finished, and heard the door opening again. My, how time passed. He glanced up as a young ram with brown fur and short black hair came out. He was smaller and thinner than John, and his horns weren't as large and impressive. He was wearing a blue lab coat with short sleeves and a high collar.

"Hi, you must be Chad," he said, grinning to show off gleaming braces. They gave him a sort of lisp when he spoke. "I'm Kyle. I'm Dr. Carnahan's assistant."

Chad smiled, finding it interesting that John staffed his dental practice only with fellow sheep. Some herd mentality that they possessed, he supposed. He decided it would be rude to comment on it at all and so just accepted the fact that both John's secretary and his assistant were sheep, and stood, handing the finished forms and the pen over to Kyle. The young ram looked them over, found them satisfactory, and then beckoned.

"All right, come with me," he said, and reopened the door.

Chad followed him into the narrow, white-walled hallway with a shining blue-tiled floor. On their left was the receptionist's office. There was another window with a shelf on it, and here Kyle deposited the clipboard and pen for Sarah to retrieve later. The hallway was lined with doors, and Kyle led chad into the very last one, the only one currently open, although one door they passed had the bronze nameplate "J. Carnahan" on it, so Chad guess that was John's office.

The room Kyle brought Chad into was large and had a high ceiling, dark blue carpet and dark hardwood walls. In the center was a very large and comfortable-looking dentist's chair, with attached rinsing sink and tool tray, the latter's contents covered by a thin sheet. A light on a jointed metal arm hung down from the ceiling. Behind this, a faux marble counter with another sink and dark oak cabinets. Plastic anatomical models of the jaws and teeth of various animals, herbivore and carnivore alike, decorated the counter. All in all, it was what Chad took to be a typical dentist's examination room.

Chad got into the chair, which seemed to be designed specifically for larger bodied animals such as himself, and was pleased to discovered it was just as comfortable as it looked. He wiggled and settled in with a sigh, folding his hands across his stomach. As Kyle went to the sink behind him and washed his hands, Chad made small talk.

"So, I noticed the waiting room as empty," he said, probingly. "Is business slow?"

"Oh, no," said Kyle. "Actually, Dr. Carnahan cleared all of his other appointments for today, except for yours." There was puzzlement in the young ram's voice. "He didn't say why."

Probably because he wants plenty of time alone with me, Chad mused, and almost said that aloud, but stopped himself. After drying his hands, Kyle came up behind him and put a paper bib on a thin metal chain around the wolf's thick neck, so that it hung down over his chest.

"Now, just wait here, and the doctor will be in momentarily," he said.

"Sooner than that," a familiar deep voice said. Chad glanced over.

John stood framed in the door. Like Kyle, he was wearing a blue lab coat with short sleeves, but he had on a long-sleeved dress shirt underneath that, and whereas Kyle's had a high collar up to his neck, John's was collarless, and open in front, displaying a light gray necktie the same color as his fur. His hard body was very defined underneath both layers of clothing, but didn't seem too small for him in the least. His delicate-looking glasses were perched on his muzzle. He walked in and patted his assistant's shoulder.

"Thanks, Kyle," he said, "I'll handle Chad here, myself. You can go relax for a while if you'd like."

Kyle frowned but did as he was told, walking out. John turned and shut the door after him, and he and Chad were now alone in the examination room. A sort of sultry smirk came over the tall dentist's face, and he unbuttoned and removed his lab coat, and hung it up on a hook by the door. There was a noticeable bulge in the front of the black dress pants the ram was wearing, and Chad felt his own pants tighten as he returned John's smirk and recalled how he had looked yesterday, with nothing but his glasses on. Then, John walked past Chad and Chad heard the faucet turn on. Glancing over he saw that John was washing his hands.

"Do you find the chair comfortable?" John asked as he turned the faucet off and dried his hands off with a towel. "It's custom made. In fact, this examination room is essentially just for patients like you, Chad. Big guys. Or girls, as the case may be. I try and make every accomodation possible for all of my patients' comfort, regardless of their body type. One room down the hall is made for micros!"

He got a pair of white latex gloves and very slowly pulled them on, stretching them over his large hands. He tugged until each snapped loudly around his wrist, and then flexed his knuckles to ensure the gloves fit snugly. Loosening his tie, he walked around and sat down on the stool that was next to the chair, and it creaked appreciably with his heavy weight. For a moment, he and Chad were face to face, but then the dentist's foot pressed a pedal attached to the chair's base and Chad was tilting backwards slowly, until he was completely horizontal.

In this position, the tent in his pants was impossible not to notice, and John chuckled heartily. "I see, uh, I see we still give one another the same reactions as we did the other day," he observed, reaching over and removing the cover from the instrument tray. "Good."

"Yeah," said Chad, looking up and watching as John selected a tiny mirror attached to a handle. "Call me an optimist, but I was sort of hoping maybe you and I could finish what we almost began back at the gym."

"Of course," said John, inspecting the mirror and adjusting his glasses. He looked over "But first, your teeth. Business before pleasure, as I'm fond of saying. Now, open wide for me."

Again, he'd said that in such a manner as to be obviously sexually suggestive, and Chad found himself fighting back a little giggle. He'd never considered eroticizing a dental appointment before. John scooted up and slid the little mirror inside of Chad's mouth, and examined his teeth very slowly one by one. Chad of course had no problems keeping his mouth open so wide for very long. He imagined other patients might be sore jaw muscles, but not him. In fact, he knew he could open even wider and for even longer than this. And if everything went the way he hoped, he would. But he was polite, and was going to allow his dentist to at least finish the examination and give his professional opinion on the wolf's chompers before Chad, well, chomped him.

The actual examining proceeded in silence, but, despite concentrating on his patient's teeth, John did something that Chad ordinarily figured he wouldn't have done, if this had been a different patient. John, without stopping his examination of Chad's mouth, stood up from his stool, and proceed to swing one leg over the tilted-back chair, so that he was sitting straddled across Chad's lap, his hard rear in his tightfitting dress pants pressing against the bulge of Chad's cock inside the wolf's own tight trousers. Chad ended the silence of the examination by issuing forth a gentle moan of pleasure, and John grinned and proceeded to grind his ass back against that bulge.

"Mmm, well, Chad, it seems as if your teeth look mostly decent," John said, his voice low and husky. "No cavities. Just some excess plaque and tartar. It looks like you brush, just not enough."

The mirror slid out of the wolf's mouth, with a little bit of saliva dangling off of it. John held this up to his face and look at it, then proceeded to stick it into his own mouth like a lolly pop and suck Chad's spit right off of it. Chad watched, blinking. That was a strange thing to do, but kind of hot, he thought, and as John leaned back, pushing his ass harder against his pants-bulge, Chad moaned again. Popping the mirror out of his mouth, John turned and set it aside on the instrument tray.

"And that concludes our examination, Chad," he said softly. He started pulling his gloves off, one at a time, finger by finger, very slowly, as he stared down at the wolf. "Your teeth could use a good cleaning, but I can schedule that for next week. In the meantime, seeing as how I cancelled all my other appoints for today, what say we engage in a little doctor-patient relations?"

Chad couldn't resist and chuckled. John had evidently practiced this. It sounded like something out of a really corny soap opera. But he didn't mind. He liked John and was going to enjoy this. The ram tossed the gloves aside into a trashcan sitting over by the wall. A slam dunk. Then, Chad reached up with his hands and grabbed at the pants of his dentist. John grunted in response and started undoing his tie, whilse Chad unbuckled the leather belt the ram was wearing, Unfastening the buckle, he slid the belt out of the loops and it felt to the carpet almost soundlessly. Effortlessly, he unbuttoned the pants and pulled down the zipper, and was allowed to see that today, at least, John went commando. A hard, thick sheep cock flopped out against Chad's bib.

John removed his tie and flung it aside, and then unbuttoned his shirt down to the middle so that his light gray chest fur, a contrast to his dark gray fur, could be seen through the open shirt, and then he bent down towards Chad and their lips met. As they kissed, Chad took control, and gently guided the taller but not as muscular dentist to get off of him, and followed him, both of them standing up out of the chair while still kissing. Chad undid the rest of John's buttons and the ram shrugged his shirt off. It fluttered down to the floor. Then the wolf raised his arms and John reached down, grabbing the bottom of Chad's shirt, and pulled it up over the wolf's head and off of his arms. It landed on the chair. Both of them kicked their shoes off.

With an insistent but still gentle shove, Chad made the shirtless ram sit back down on the stool, and John sat there, spread-legged and shirtless, his thick cock hanging out of his open fly, watching as Chad began to strip. The wolf smirked at his soon to be lover and meal as he unbuttoned and unzipped his dark slacks, and slid them down revealing his cotton thong underwear which bulged with Chad's maleness. Even as Chad's pants were dropping, John was off of the stool and on his knees before the wolf, his hot mouth sliding over the pulsing heat of wolfcock.

Chad leaned his head back and groaned deeply. Now they were finishing what they'd started. He stood there and leaned back, stretching and popping his joints as John's horned head moved back and forth, soft slurping noises filling the room. But this was just the warmup. Chad didn't much want his dick sucked. He wanted it inside of this big, gorgeous ram. So he held off on cumming even though he was so horny by this point he could've exploded any time, and let John just enjoy suckling on his aching wolfhood, before taking hold of the ram's horns and pulling him off of his dick, John's mouth leaving the member with a wet "pop." Still holding John by the horns Chad pulled up up into a standing position and kissed him ravenously on the mouth. So ravenously, in fact, that right then was when John knew he was going to be eaten when this was through. And he didn't resist.

Chad practically fell backwards into the dentist's chair and tugged John with him, the big ram wiggling free of his pants and kicking them away. Ram and wolf writhed on the chair together, making it creak loudly as it took twice the weight it was set for, their throbbing, drooling cocks jostling together like jousting sticks. Precum leaked everywhere and pooled in the seat underneath Chad's ass.

He directed John to sit back and lift himself up, which the ram did. Chad grabbed hold of his own thick member and guided it between John's legs and underneath his short tail. The tight anus welcomed it, and without needing to be instructed the ram used his thick fingers to spread himself wide and sat down. The two of them cried out in unison as Chad's firmness slid up inside of the hot and tight body of his dentist. It was slow going. Chad guessed that John obviously wasn't a virgin, but that either he just had really strong anal muscles, or just hadn't had sex much recently, because the ram's ass was insanely tight. Chad wondered if one wrong flex from John might pinch his dick off entirely. As more and more of the thick meat pole slid up inside of the dentist, Chad groaned and felt his knot beginning to form.

John grabbed hold of Chad's shoulders and grunted, pushing himself down until the ring of his anus touched the canid knot, which tried to shove itself in. Chad decided against tying John, considering his plans for the dentist after he'd got done with this phase. Fortunately for him, John didn't try and take the knot. Instead, he seeemed to use it as a depth gauge. For the moment he felt the knot probing at his rear, the ram lifted himself up. Then he pushed himself back down again until he touched the knot once more.

As he rode the wolf, Chad couldn't resist, and reached up to grab hold of those impressive ram horns to use as handlebars, making the dentist go up and down on him faster. John gasped and whimpered but didn't protest. As John rode him, the ram's cock flopped in the air and slapped against Chad's abs, each time spewing out more precum. Moments later, John yelled, a deep, gutteral, very masculine cry of pleasure, and his cock shot thick, virile ropes of cum all over Chad's chest, making the wolf growl in pleasure, closing his eyes as he shot his own load deep up inside of John. Unlike John he didn't cry out when he orgasmed, merely growled and shut his eyes tightly. When he opened them, he was still holding John's horns and the ram rising above him was panting and sweaty.

His stomach growled. Playtime was through and now it was time to eat. He licked his lips. John resisted very slightly in the dimming haze of the afterglow, but overall made no protest as Chad tugged him down by the horns and opened his maw, tongue lolling out like a welcome mat to greet the dentist. Somewhat greedily, for he'd spent all of yesterday, last night and today up until now craving John, Chad crammed the ram's head into his mouth. He had some difficulty fitting the horns, but once he'd conquered them, stretching his jaws wider then usual to get around them, the ram was his. As he licked over John's face his tongue dislodged the dentist's glasses, and they poked out the side of Chad's maw.

John groaned into the dark muffling space, eager for this but a bit uncertain as well. His head slid into the dark chasm of his patient's throat, his huge horns stretching the tunnel wide enough that he had the unusual luxury of having plenty of headroom in the swallowing esophagus, and his broad shoulders were soon claimed as Chad scrunched his eyes shut and shoved himself down, taking them in. With shoulders and horns now claimed, the remainder of his meal was going to be easy. He swallowed and gulped in relative comfort, using his foot to find and press the pedal that raised and lowered the chair, sitting himself up.

He gulped powerfully down over the broad and hard body of the ram. The bulge of the horned head disappeared down his throat and into his chest, to be replaced by the one of those wide shoulders and barrel chest, John's stocky arms now pinned uselessly against his sides. All the while, the wolf was drooling copiously, thick rivulets of saliva dribbling down over the naked body slowly disappearing into those hungry jaws. John's form was pulled past the slavering lips to his waistline, his legs being pulled up along Chad's body as the wolf reclined in the comfort of the chair. Chad had missed devouring bigger guys like this. It wasn't exactly much of a challenge to him, but it was somehow more rewarding.

Another loud gulp issued forth and John was sucked in past his waist. As his spent cock started entering the mouth it became erect again, and Chad slid his tongue around it and licked over it, until the body bucked and thrashed and he heard the muffled moan and John came a second time, splattering the inside of the wolf's mouth. With his upper body lodged deep in the wolf and his arms slowly wriggling against his sides, John now planted his feet firmly against the arm rests of the chair and shoved, actually trying to work himself deeper, so eager to become his patient's meal. Chad was very pleased at the dentist's eagerness, and another swallow finished off his hips, tongue curling up to tease delicately over the freshly-fucked anus as he had with Donnie previously, the tip flicking over the firm ballsac, before the wolf leaned back his head and made another swallow, slower this time, to draw the meal out a little more to his satisfaction. In the meantime he could feel his own cock stiffening again from his efforts.

Gulping more quickly now, John's hips and ass and his balls vanished into the all-consuming lupine maw leaving only the dangling thick legs which kicked and twitched weakly. Chad murred happily. It was time to finish thngs off, and so he began to take the remainder of John into himself, using a combination of powerful, wet swallows and a few backwards snaps of his head, each time yawning his mouth open wide so the thick legs of the ram are inside in only a few powerful gulps, past the knees. His stomach began to balloon outward steadily as more and more of John was added to it. He closed his eyes and curled his canine tongue up over the musky, warm soles of John's feet and opened wide, dragging them inside, closing his mouth over them. John was now gone entirely from view apart from the wolf's bulging stomach and his puffed-out cheeks filled with John's feet. With some ffort, he made a final, powerful swallow and sent John's feet down his dark throat.

The rippling bulge travelled down the thick throat and vanished behind the collar bone and Chad leaned his head forward again with a sigh and opened his eyes, his stomach quivering slightly as the very last of the ram was added. He smiled and smacked his lips, tongue down a circuit of his chops to get all of the excess drool.

He was just beginning to lean back when the door opened and Kyle returned holding his clipboard. "Sir, sorry to disturb you but I wanted to--Aahhhh!" he screamed at the sight of the very fully wolf lying in the chair. The clipboard fell from his hand

Chad hitched in suddenly and let loose a thick, wet belch that echoed through the entire office. As Kyle began backing away, Chad, holding his fully belly, got up out of the chair and came towards him. The younger ram yelped as he was seized and pulled off of his feet, and pulled into a deep, passtionate kiss, Chad's tongue forcing itself into the assistant's mouth, tasting the metallic ting of his braces. Kyle withered and submitted, and it was time for dessert. Chad pushed him against the wall and ripped open his lab coat and shirt at the same time as Kyle panted and grinned his tin grin nervously in a mixture of excitement and terror. As his shirt and coat fell away Chad saw the tent in the young assistant's pants.

At Chad's gentle but forceful insistence the ram undid and removed his pants and white briefs while Chad pinned him against the wall using his bulging gut filled with Kyle's own employer. When the assistant was nude, Chad scooped him up and drew him into another deep kiss to calm him, guiding his hard wolfcock against the presumably virginal ass. Kyle cried out as he was taken, and was made to half-sit on Chad's stomach-bulge and half-lean back against the wall as Chad fucked him nice, long and hard, Kyle's own modestly sized cock alternating between slapping against Chad's belly and his own slim tummy.

Soon Chad exploded inside the tight ass and then crammed Kyle's horned head into his mouth, belching right into his face as he did so. Kyle moaned out and went without protest. Since this ram's horns were smaller than John's and he was overall thinner and with less broad shoulders, dessert proceeded more quickly than the main course. He grabbed the smooth asscheeks and leaned back, pushing as he swallowed, shoving Kyle directly down his throat, the thin arms pinned against the assistant's sides. He felt the hard cock sliding over his tongue, and paused briefly. He owed all of his meals the same pleasure during their experience. Kyle soon squirted his thick load, which was meager compared to John's.

With that concession taken care of he resume eating. Again a combination of powerful, liquid gulps and head snaps were used to tuck the prey in, Kyle's long thing legs giving the wolf no problems whatsoever. As he sucked them in past the knees he noticed the assistant was still wearing his shoes and socks. He tugged the penny loafers off and let them thump to the floor, then peeled off the dark argyle socks one at a time before the flexing, bare feet slid inside of his jaws, and thence disappearing into the dark abyss of the throat. A final swallow and dessert was done.

He moaned happily as he felt the wonderful sensation of two bodies being smushed up against one another in the tight confines of his belly, and burped again, quieter this time. With a sigh, he closed the door again and went and once more fell back into the dentist's chair and rubbed over his swollen, food-filled belly. He could feel them wriggling in there and felt and heard the gurgle which signalled the beginnings of digestion. He closed his eyes and fell into a light doze, rubbing possessively over the gurgling bulge.

When he awoke, his stomach had shrunk considerably and he had no idea what time it was. With a yawn and a stretched, he sat up and began collecting his clothes. His pants and shoes fit fine but of course the shirt didn't quite stretch over his belly, which was still of considerable size. His thong he didn't bother with, simply stuffing it into his pants pocket. Exiting the examination room, he headed off down the long brightly lit hallway and back into the empty waiting room. As he went, he turned off all the lights in each room. In the waiting room, he collected his jacket and left, flicking off the light as he did so, and turning the lock. He pulled the door shut and tried the knob. Yup, locked all right.

He burped again as he walked down the hall, startling an elderly janitor as he approached the elevator. As he pushed the call button and waited, he probed over his teeth with his tongue and, remembering what John had said, decided that as soon as he got home, the first thing he was going to do was brush his teeth.