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.