Jon reached up to adjust the shower head. Having lost a few inches of height, he found that the most mundane things such as adjusting the angle of the flow of a shower head were now almost totally new experiences. Only 48 hours ago, in the same shower this feat was simple and required little thought. Now, barely able to reach the showerhead, even on tip toes it was a frustratingly almost impossible task and after nearly slipping and breaking his neck, he gave up, but not without slightly altering the flow so it shot over his head, blasting the back wall. "I'll fine tune it later" he thought.
"Are you all right in there?" he heard is ex wife's voice asking from outside the bathroom door.
"Yes, I'm fine, just a little trouble with the hot water." He lied. It killed him to be honest about this.
He looked down and had to admit to himself that he was glad she was there. He wiggled his now bare toes, still feeling disbelieve that the toes and the feet, legs and hips they were connected to were on him. "At least they are not red anymore" he thought.
He grabbed the soap bar and began to lather his arms and chest. The warm water felt good. Out of habit he soaped his hand and ran it down his crotch. His stomach fell as just for a moment everything had seemed normal that is until he reached down and was reminded of what had happened. The pubic hair was soft, and finer than his was. Careful not to harm any of the healing flesh down there he gently rubbed the area with the soapy hand. The nurse had said not to scrub the area but to gently massage with warm water and soap to keep the lesions clean and reduce the chance of infection. Bending over to wash his legs he noticed how the stubble had grown over the last day. But even feeling a little "prickly", the legs were much smoother than his could have ever been. He reached around and washed his now fleshy backside. It too was very smooth and soft but he winced as he got a little too aggressive when washing between the cheeks. Moving toward the back of the shower he turned so the water hit the back of his head and ran down his back. Gently spreading his butt cheeks, he arched his back as the warm water ran down his back and over his tender anus rinsing the soapy water. Curious, he touched it with his finger tip and. It was still swollen, and compared to what his anus felt like, it felt huge and with little effort at all he could slip the tip of his finger inside. Jon thought of a picture he had seen in a porno magazine of a woman with her partner's foot stuffed to the ankle in her ass. What that type of shit Joy was into? Reaching further past the anus, his fingers came into contact with the outer lips of the vagina. They too felt swollen and even with his legs almost together they were parted, as if ready for anything to enter. He thought again of the porno magazines with the women and their worn out parts. How they seemingly effortlessly inserted beer bottles and other objects like bowling pins. He was repulsed at the thought of what depravity Joy had subjected her body to for it to be in this condition.
A knock on the door startled him. "Jon, can I get you anything, I'm heading to the cafeteria" His ex wife asked
"Get me a soda and some chips" he said.
He was glad she was here, but she cannot stay. It was too dangerous. Von Crucial had him marked; it was only a matter of time before he came to claim his property. All he had to do was set the perfect trap.
