Where was all the crap coming from? His appetite had grown smaller in accordance with his size; he simply wasn’t ingesting enough food to produce all the waste that was coming out of his body. His stools were firmer than they had been in the preceding weeks, but he was still voiding prodigious amounts of feces. Howard couldn’t imagine how the little bit of food that he ate was being turned into so much shit. He spent at least two hours a day on the toilet relieving himself.
The next Saturday Anita took Howard to the Mall to go shopping. She parked the car in the parking lot and walked in the Mall with him at her side. Howard didn’t look like he was more than thirteen years old. The shorts she had bought to fit his sixteen-year-old body were loose on him and the other clothes she had bought were too tight. He was going through a phase were nothing he had to wear really fit. In a week, if his regression continued, he would have clothes that fit properly again.