Howard couldn’t believe how much poo he was producing; from the mess in the toilet bowl, it looked like he’d been constipated for days. The copious jets of semen each ejaculation yielded was phenomenal. The wad of toilet tissue he used to collect the ejaculate as he orgasmed could barely contain the huge amounts of viscous fluid that soaked the flimsy paper and leaked over his hand into his almost hairless crotch. His sexual stamina was endless. Howard hadn’t felt so randy since he had been a teenager. The heat from his constant exercise made the small bathroom hot, causing rivulets of perspiration to roll down his face and chest. As he moved, the sweat ran over his thighs and dripped off onto the toilet seat. His bottom quickly became wet and slippery as the toilet seat transferred the moisture back to the skin of his behind.
The first time he emerged from the bathroom that afternoon was to get himself a beer when the combination of cigar smoke, heavy breathing and the diaphoresis-induced dehydration made him more thirsty than aroused. He downed three beers in quick succession and opened a forth to quaff it more slowly in the bathroom. The beer was a mistake. He had thought he was horny before he took a drink. After his body absorbed the alcohol, he was unable to control the images of buxom supine women that danced in his consciousness. All he could think about was burying his head in their vast cleavages and fucking until he dropped from exhaustion. The imaginary seductresses spread their legs for him invitingly, begging him to come and fill them with himself. Worse, the beer made him even thirstier than he had been before he drank it.
He left the security of the smoky bathroom once more to assuage his parched throat. All he could find in the refrigerator that was cold aside from beer was skim milk. Howard hated milk and couldn’t abide drinking it. He couldn’t understand how Anita could bring herself to imbibe the foul stuff. He had told her repeatedly over the years that milk was a drink that was only fit for infants. The only other drink that was available was water. Unfortunately, the water company in their area heavily chlorinated the water supply for safety’s sake, giving the water a strong chorine aftertaste. To make things worse, they were out of ice cubes in the freezer trays. If he decided to drink the water, he would have to drink it warm from the tap. The thought of drinking the foul tasting water made Howard shudder. He reluctantly poured himself a large glass of milk and downed it in a single long gulp. Within minutes the pressure of the milk in his stomach made him run to the bathroom to drain his beer distended bladder. An hour later, the lactose in the milk made his diarrhea worse and he found himself on the pot voiding the liquid contents of his bowels. His ingestion of daily products had been too infrequent for him to maintain the level of lactase necessary to digest milk sugars without consequences. Of course the effects of the beer were still working their magic on his libido. He spent the intervals between relieving either his bladder or bowels by masturbating. By the time Anita got home from work, he had abraded the skin on his penis from manual friction. The mere sight of her made him want to whimper in relief. When he ran up to wrap his arms around her and kiss her, he discovered that she had to bend over slightly to kiss him. Anita was now taller than he was!