Over the next two weeks his body continued to diminish in size. The weather had become wet again, increasing his despondence over his physical condition. Howard was starting to get a severe case of cabin fever. He felt trapped by the monotony of an empty house, the nearly continuous drizzle, and his constant need to run to the toilet. He had been right about having repeated nightmares. He had dreamed of becoming a helpless infant almost every night since he had seen the “Big Baby” movie with Anita. He was still waking in the morning with a full bladder and had begun routinely dribbling in his briefs on his way to the bathroom. Howard was thankful that Anita never said a word about the yellow stains on the fly of his briefs when she washed them.  The awful case of diarrhea he had earlier abated and his bottom was beginning to heal. His stools continued to be as abundant as they had been before, perhaps even more so. Every time Howard looked in the toilet bowl after he had finished his business on the pot, he felt like he was shitting his body away.

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