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Grow, Adapt, Overcome.	By : DebbieCync Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 53045 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Lynn had a bounce in her step as she left the bathroom. ‘Damn I feel good!’ she thought to herself, a huge smile gracing her face. ‘Today is going to be awesome!’

Slipping into her bedroom to get clothes, Lynn found Lucy awake and watching her closely.

“Hey Spooky,” Lynn greeted her before digging in her dresser for clothes.

“Morning Lynn,” Lucy replied. “Good night?”

“Yep,” the lithe brunette replied, feeling like dressing a bit girly for once and digging through her drawers to locate her red spandex jogging shorts and Miami Dolphin’s Jersey.

“I was thinking of spending some time with Lincoln this morning,” Lucy said, to see if Lynn would object.

“He’s got an appointment with Lisa, but that’s going to take… What? An hour? You should be able to snag him after that all the way up to lunch.”

“Really?” Lucy asked, surprised that Lynn actually wasn’t hogging Lincoln and was in fact being helpful.

“Sure,” Lynn replied. “He wanted to show me some place he found, but that’s not till after lunch. Don’t know if anyone else has plans of grabbing some time with him though, so you may want to grab him first.”

“I-I’ll do that,” Lucy said, a rare smile appearing on her face.

Seeing Lucy’s expression and recalling what Lincoln had said about showing affection, Lynn decided to toss her younger sister a bone. “You do know you can just hug him at any time, right?”

“What?” Lucy asked, surprised.

“Lincoln never turns down a hug,” Lynn pointed out. “All you have to do is extend your arms and ask for a hug. Lily and the twins do it all the time. Heck, even Lisa does it on rare occasions. He picks them right up and cuddles them.”

“Aren’t I a bit old for that?” Lucy asked.

“Heh,” Lynn chuckled. “Tell that to our older sisters who will literally pick him up and walk off with him at times.”

“They don’t do it all that often,” Lucy said. “Well, except for Leni.”

Lynn nodded. “Family doesn’t need a reason to hug,” she assured her. “Next time you startle him by popping out of nowhere tell him ‘two for flinching’ and hug him twice.”

“Thank you,” Lucy said, deciding she had been overthinking things and it was as simple as her sister thought.

“No big,” Lynn said, snagging her soccer ball and heading out for a little practice. She just felt really energized for some reason.

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Luan yawned and turned to look at the clock from the top bunk. She stared listlessly at it for a few seconds before actually reading it and deciding it was time to get up.

It was still pretty early for a summer morning and she didn’t feel like doing much of anything so she decided not to bother showering just yet or getting something to eat, she just didn’t feel up to it.

Boredom eventually drove her from her bed, so she climbed down from the top bunk and sat in front of her computer. Nudging the mouse, she waited for her system to wake up. “Rise and shine, sleepyhead,” she told it while wiping traces of sleep from her eyes.

“Let’s see what late night at the Loud House was like last night,” she decided, bringing up the cameras from the common areas and speeding through the footage.

She couldn’t tell if it was all boring footage or she just couldn’t find anything funny at the moment.

Luan paused and rewound to watch the scene between Lincoln, Lynn, and Lucy. Lynn had been crashing with Lincoln a lot more frequently lately, even though she was actually fighting less with Lucy.

Curious, she switched over to the camera in Lincoln’s room. She smiled briefly at the way he fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

Then Lynn came in and her shirt came off…

She paused the footage and rewound it, then she played it again… and again.

“Back and to the left,” she quipped, wondering if maybe she should be a bit more concerned, but as she let it play out, they just snuggled and went to sleep.

She hit fast forward and watched the pair sleep. “Still adorable.”

She paused and rewound when they woke up, and dropped it back into normal speed so she could hear them talk.

Luan found her eyes filling with tears from how sweet it was and then from laughter. “Harder!” she exclaimed and wiped her eyes.

“They even make incest seem sweet,” Luan said with a sigh as she turned off her computer.

“We used to be like that,” she said softly, thinking of Benny. Feeling tired once more, she climbed back into bed and pulled the covers over her head.

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“It’s on!” Lola sprang at Lana, but Lincoln slid in between the two and gently caught her, as well as Lana a split second later with his other arm.

“I see you’ve finally taken my advice on the proper use of scents,” Lola noted, “You smell really manly!” She wasn’t at all fazed by finding herself held against Lincoln’s side under his right arm like a football.

“Tastes good too,” Lana said, looking across his chest at Lola. “Sorry for biting you, I was aiming for her.”

“It’s cool,” he told her, simply standing in the kitchen holding the pair.

“Umm, are you planning on letting us down at some point?” Lola asked.

“Can you two stop fighting?” Lincoln asked.

“What, forever?!” Lana exclaimed, horrified at the idea.

“That’s insane!” Lola added, equally horrified.

“Um… I just meant till after breakfast,” Lincoln said.

“Oh,” the twins chorused.

“What’s it worth to you?” Lola asked with an evil grin.

“Yeah, what ya offering?” Lana asked eagerly.

Five minutes later…

Lisa entered the kitchen and found Lincoln standing patiently with a twin under each arm with no sign of strain, arguing about food.

“And sausages!” Lana demanded.

“That’s quite a bit of cooking,” Lincoln complained before his stomach growled loudly.

“Your stomach has voted against you!” Lola crowed.

“Yeah, it’s on our side now!” Lana chorused.

“Fine,” Lincoln said with a sigh that was obviously faked, “we shall have pancakes, sausage, toast, and juice!” He set the twins down. “And in return?”

“We shall save our fighting for outside for the next six hours,” Lola agreed. “You can’t get fairer than that.”

“It’s a bargain!” Lana agreed.

“Then we have an accord,” he said grandly.

“Thanks Lincoln!” they chorused, hugging him tightly.

Lisa watched the way the three interacted, as they helped him fix breakfast, taking notes for her social interactions study. The twins seemed to be in an unusually affectionate mood, especially Lana, she noted.

Lincoln seemed to be in rare form, not a single fumble or misstep, even catching things when the girls slipped, like when one of the plates slid out of Lola’s grasp.

It was an impressive display of agility and situational awareness, Lisa decided, one that he had never demonstrated before.

“And breakfast is served!” Lola announced regally before the three fell on the food like a pack of wolves.

While that behavior was expected from the twins, Lola doing so with her pinky out for reasons Lisa had yet to discover, Lincoln doing so was a surprise.

“Once you are done with washing up, please meet me in my bunker for the rest of your physical,” Lisa requested.

“Physical?” Lana asked curiously.

“Part of a study I’m doing on physical development of white haired males during puberty,” Lisa replied. “Of course I could always use more test subjects…”

“Ninja vanish!” Lana called out throwing a marble at the floor.

There was a flash of light, a burst of smoke, and when it had cleared the twins were nowhere to be seen.

Lincoln grinned. “I love when they do that.”

“It is rather amusing,” Lisa agreed, “and I appreciate seeing Lana making practical use of modern chemistry.”

“Is the bunker really necessary?” Lincoln asked now that they were alone.

“It’ll insure we aren’t interrupted and I can get a full body X-ray done to put your mind at ease,” Lisa explained.

“Ok, I’ll meet you down there in five minutes,” Lincoln said, collecting the plates and putting them in the sink.

Lisa nodded and headed down to her bunker where she kept her more delicate equipment. She busied herself powering up the few pieces of medical equipment she had managed to find for a decent price while she decided on a course of action. She was examining the recordings she had made of a microscopic scan of the specimen he had given her when he came in.

*SHINK*

Lincoln spun around as the bunker door locked itself behind him.

“I had it programmed to do that so we wouldn’t be interrupted,” Lisa said, noting his concern.

“Ah, ok,” Lincoln said, relaxing.

“I need you to disrobe and hop up on the table,” Lisa said, gesturing to the metal table behind her with what looked like an Imperial Interrogation Droid hanging above it.

Lincoln nodded and slowly got undressed, looking nervously at the droid until he finally had to ask, “Why does it look like an Imperial Torture Droid from Star Wars?”

“Interrogation Droid,” Lisa corrected him, “and I used a prop the college engineers made for the Christmas pageant because it has multiple points at which to integrate tools and sensors.”

“Oh,” Lincoln said, folding up his clothes and setting them to the side.

“No undergarments?” Lisa asked, even though she knew the reason, so he wouldn’t suspect she had hidden extra cameras around the house.

“They’ve either shrunk or I’ve grown,” Lincoln explained. “If not for the fact that Mom insisted on buying me clothes I would ‘grow into’, I’d have nothing that fits except my shoes.” He shivered as his bare skin hit the cold table.

Several lights came on focusing on different parts of the table as well as several red lasers that ran smoothly from left to right across his body.

“Laser pointers,” Lisa explained to help put him at ease. “By watching the recording and noting the change in light intensity and refraction rate I can have my computer create a 3D model of your body without having to manually measure everything.”

“Cool,” Lincoln said, earning a small smile from Lisa.

“I’m going to do an interlinking multifaceted X-ray of your entire body,” Lisa said. “The amount of radiation you will be exposed to is the equivalent of three X-rays at once, but if you can remain completely still for six point seven three seconds we will only need to do it once unlike standard X-rays where you would have to do a series of twelve to get anywhere close to the same results.”

“Tell me when,” Lincoln said, closing his eyes and taking slow deep breaths.

Lisa moved behind a lead curtain. “When,” she said, pressing the button on a wireless Wiimote.

Lincoln stopped breathing and held absolutely still as the droid hanging above him extended half a dozen emitters and slowly ran down his body from head to toe.

“Done,” Lisa announced, moving from behind the curtain.

Lincoln let out the breath he’d been holding and breathed deeply. “Did you get it?”

Lisa gestured to a CRT monitor with her Wiimote and it flickered on showing various X-rays of Lincoln’s skeletal system from different angles followed by weaker X-rays that penetrated just deep enough to show faint images of his organs.

“It came through perfectly,” Lisa assured him as she waved the Wiimote in a complex pattern that quickly integrated all the X-rays into a solid three dimensional picture.

“Interesting,” Lisa said as she focused the scan on his lower abdomen.

“Interesting good or interesting bad?” Lincoln asked nervously.

“Nothing indicates improper growth,” she assured him, “but rest assured I shall leave no stone unturned to insure your health.”

Lincoln let out a relieved sigh.

“Move to the gynecological chair please,” Lisa said, pointing to the medical chair in the corner. “Feet in the stirrups and try to relax.”

Lincoln moved over to the chair and winced as the cold metal touched his skin. “You really should heat these,” he said.

“It’s cold for a reason,” Lisa replied. “It’s a complicated psychological ploy relying on autonomous functions to relax the subject far more than is normally possible without pharmaceuticals.”

“What’s the ploy?” Lincoln said, after puzzling out what Lisa had said.

“The cold causes you to tense up in an already tense situation, making the muscles fatigue faster than they normally would. The doctor will talk calmly to the patient as their skin warms the metal. Thanks to the added fatigue level when the patient relaxes, the body will overcompensate for a time, allowing additional plasticity to the vaginal walls and allowing for an easier exam,” Lisa explained.

“I don’t have a vagina,” Lincoln pointed out.

“Very true,” Lisa agreed with a smirk, “but you’re more relaxed now, aren’t you?”

Lincoln chuckled as Lisa slid between his legs on a small wheeled stool, putting her head comfortably level with his groin.

Lisa cupped his balls and gently palpated them. “A bit large, but perfectly formed,” she reported.

Lincoln tried not to respond, but as she examined his shaft at close range he could feel her warm breath on his groin and he slowly began to grow hard. He was surprised to find the situation wasn’t nearly as embarrassing as he thought it would be, which he attributed to Lisa’s calm methodical handling of the situation.

“Good blood flow,” Lisa noted.

“Bulbourethal and Littre glands are functioning well,” she said as she squeezed a bead of precum out of his penis and captured it on the end of her index finger and removed her glasses to examine it closely.

“I should not be this calm during this,” Lincoln said.

Lisa looked up from between his legs, her brown eyes looking particularly vulnerable without her glasses. “You should if you trust me.”

Lincoln’s mind went into overdrive, desperate not to hurt his little sister’s feelings. “A boy my age in this situation should be nervous and tense no matter who is between his legs, just from the hormonal response alone.”

“Point,” Lisa agreed, “however you are far more mature and intelligent than most boys your age and we are fully sealed from the outside world so you need fear no interruptions.”

“True,” Lincoln agreed, relaxing in the chair.

“Viscosity is good, smell is pleasant,” Lisa reported, “I can find no flaw with this sample.” She licked her finger, causing Lincoln’s eyes to widen. “Taste within acceptable parameters according to the media I have observed.”

“Was that really necessary?” Lincoln asked.

“Lacking certain medical tools one often has to improvise,” Lisa explained. She pulled out a teal cylinder and flicked a switch on the base.

“Blue tooth enabled,” the computer announced.

“Why does that say Lincy on the side?” Lincoln asked curiously.

“Because Leni paid to have it engraved,” Lisa replied as she turned the base and it let out a little hum.

Lincoln giggled as Lisa placed it against his stomach and ran it up and down his abdomen, staring at the screen behind her rather than at what she was doing, holding his erection in her left hand so it would not get in the way.

“I see,” Lisa said with a small nod.

“See what?” Lincoln asked curiously.

“Watch the monitor,” Lisa ordered, moving the cylinder from right to left on his lower abdomen.

Lincoln watched the screen and realized the display was some sort of ultrasound Lisa had managed to create with Leni’s ‘toy’.

“Not only are the Cowper glands enlarged, they are also more numerous than are found in the standard male. In addition you have two… additions in your lower abdomen that appear to be… I’m not sure what they are just yet, but they are connected to your testes.”

“I’m a mutant?” Lincoln asked, surprised.

“Possibly, but as our parents are unusually fecund it is more likely this is simply a unique trait of our family line. I’d have to examine our parental units to see if there was any basis for that hypothesis,” Lisa explained as she turned the base of the cylinder to a higher setting, increasing the pitch and gently prodded him with the rounded point on the other end.

Lincoln shivered and bit his lip as Lisa guided the tip of it around his lower body for a minute before shutting it off.

“Currently both the additional glands and your testes are completely full,” Lisa informed him, “I will have to empty them and see what the response is.”

“I emptied them this morning… I think,” Lincoln said slowly.

“Yes, however I assume that was some hours ago as they are completely full at this time,” Lisa explained. “I’ll need to completely empty them and monitor how quickly the refill and what purpose the extra glands play.”

“It’s really necessary?” Lincoln asked.

“It really is,” Lisa assured him, handing him the teal cylinder and turning it to the highest setting. “Just keep it against your lower abdominal area, please.”

“Ok,” Lincoln said. “Um, how are you planning on emptying them?”

“Relax older sibling, I am not going to engage you in intercourse, as my body has not reached the stage of sexual development that would allow that without an excessive amount of lubrication and effort,” Lisa assured him.

“That’s a relief,” Lincoln said. “Not that I don’t love you, just… I’m not…”

“I’m not sexually desirable in your eyes, as I have not begun to approach puberty like the others have,” Lisa filled in. “It’s perfectly understandable, however once puberty has been reached I would appreciate your endorsement of my sexuality with some simple statement, preferably from the east coast pop genre.”

“Like what?” he asked.

“Yo sis, that shit tight,” Lisa said, imitating one of her favorite rappers, “if we didn’t have to worry about having a water baby, I’d be hitting it!”

Lincoln grinned. “It’s a date.”

“Thank you,” she said, blushing slightly and adjusting her glasses.

“So how are you planning on doing it?” Lincoln asked.

“I’m going to remove all the fluids from your scrotum via oral suction. Do not stress, I have studied several videos online and I believe I can easily master the skill,” Lisa replied, adjusting her stool and grabbing Lincoln’s erection with both hands.

TN: Palpate - examine (a part of the body) by touch, especially for medical purposes. Huh. Learn something new every day.
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