Jeff woke up to a gurgling sound from deep inside. At first, he thought he was hungry. Then he realized he was still in the bathroom. He was still a toilet. No, must be dreaming. He tried to wake up. He realized he was still awake. Why was he still a toilet?
His father's need? Or maybe the time limit? One day might mean 24 hours or until midnight the next day? Today was Saturday? His father was always complaining that he needed an extra toilet on Poker Night. Tonight was Poker Night. Dad wouldn't even notice Jeff was missing because he always disappeared Poker Night Day to avoid getting roped in to his Dad's schemes. One time his dad had Jeff re-paint the game room in a psychedelic pattern for a 60's themed poker night. But it took Jeff six coats of paint the following Sunday, Monday and Tuesday to finally get the room back to its original color. "You painted it, you re-paint it." Sometimes his dad could be a jerk.
Okay, who were dad's current poker buddies, and would they all be using him tonight? He hoped not.
Jeff's brother entered with two other guys carrying boxes.
"We're decorating the bathroom too?"
"Cinco de mayo," laughed Keith, "With all those bean burritos, and tequila that dad's ordered for tonight, the loo will get lots of use."
"Uh, speaking of using the loo. You mind if we decorate, after I use it?" asked Gordo.
"Uh, depends on how much you stink the place up, Gordo. How about you use the jeff, and then decorate the room. We'll leave the boxes. Besides we gotta make the special dessert," Keith snickered.
"You mean "John" use the "John" right?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, what'd I say?"
"You said Jeff."
"Ah, probably cause he ditched out again on helping decorate for poker night," Keith said, "And set his box down on the sink. Kevin did the same. Gordo set his down on the floor, and closed the door behind them. He sighed, and unbuckled his pants. He sat down. He was a lot heavier than dad. Gordo was supposed to be short of Gordan, but Jeff knew it was a play on words because Gordo means fat in Spanish, and Gordan was fat. Three hundred pounds at least.
Phfbbt! Gordo farted. Then he started to piss. It was hot, and sweet. Dude, probably has diabetes thought Jeff. Still after yesterday, it wasn't so bad. At midnight, he was sure he'd change back, or after the party, at least. He wondered whether he'd become human or something else his father needed. He really should have - wait, Keith had called the toilet Jeff. Did he somehow know that Jeff was the toilet. Keith was a computer geek, but he wouldn't have hacked the Chronivac? Did his dad really need a toilet or was that Keith's handiwork? Jeff had a sinking feeling.
PFFFBBBBT!
Plop. Plop. Plop. Plop.
He filled up quickly with Gordo's stinking shit.
FLUSH.
What the fuck? Gordo didn't wipe? Gordo wasn't done. PLOP. plop, plop, plop, drip, plop, drip, drip, plop.
Another FLUSH.
At least, he was getting the taste out of his mouth, and wasn't looking at another plunging. Now, Gordo, farted loudly, and began to wipe. He used a lot of toilet tissue. Finally, he flushed. He was still sitting on Jeff with his pants around his ankles. He opened one of the boxes, and began attaching red, white and green streamers around the edge of the sink, and over the towel bar, after knocking the towel on the floor.
The bathroom reeked.
At last, Gordo stood. There was a gurgling sound, only this time it didn't come from Jeff. Gordo sat down quickly, and began to go again.
PLOP, plop, plop. Phft!
He wiped and flushed again.
"Ah, that's better. He stood, and dressed. He now turned his attention to Jeff. He pulled out some washable markers, and started drawing on Jeff. Jeff wasn't sure what he was drawing, he could make out some letters. "VIVA MEXICO!" And some rectangles (Mexican flag?). There was something that felt like a happy face, and then "Llame El Jefe @" then Gordo looked at a piece of paper and wrote Jeff's cell phone number.
"Bet one of the drunk bastards calls Jeff. Keith must really be pissed at Jeff for something?" Gordo said with a shrug. He blew up some balloons and taped them around the room. Put a Cinco de Mayo poster on the back of the door, and then turned his attentions back to Jeff.