Josh took the creme with him as AdobeFats stood and watched an elated new customer run to his car and spin the tires, heading home as fast as he could, just to give the remedy a quick try.
"There goes another future asset, almost all of the enhancement creme users tend to use too much or use it too often and end up here looking for an antidote!" AdobeFats said with a chuckle and a grin, he retuning to his small store-laboratory to begin blending another jar of Clydesdale enhancement creme.
Josh drove so fast he almost ran into a tree when turning into his street. Cars passed, their drivers honking car horn trying to tell the idiot driver to take it slower in rush hour traffic.
Josh rushed inside his house and went directly to the bathroom, a place what offered excellent privacy and good too for some time of personal reflecting. As he sat on the Jon with his pants pulled down around his ankles, Josh read the small label with the simple directions and a warning.
"For the best results from this fine product be sure to clean the skin well, pat it dry, and apply using a glove. WARNING, do not apply liberally or too often, not more than one application every forty-eight hours"
Josh had no glove, so he took a wad of toilet paper and dabbed some creme on it, smearing it about, around, under, over, coating his complete maleness, top to bottom!
Excited, Josh let go a true Dutch fart, one with a plotcher, (A lump) to which with a hand full of toilet paper he wiped, smearing some of the creme where it did not belong.
Josh stood up and poised himself in front of the big bathroom counter, he eying as waiting for something to happen.
Just then the house phone rang and Josh hoisted up his pants and rushed to check who was calling him.
"Oh damn," Josh grumbled it was his model railroading friend Mike, and Mike could talk a blue-streak when he had some great news about his favorite subject, Amtrak.
Josh answered the phone and Mike began talking about the news of Indiana and Michigan beginning their high speed passenger service renovation of the track from Porter Indiana to Dearborn, Michigan. Mike had a flood of information he found as had sent to him from links on the Internet.
Josh listened, though his mind and hopes were not for what Amtrak would do with track speeds of 110 mph, considering they were a government quasi company. As Mike rambled onward, Josh began to fee very warm, and not his maleness but his behind. The creme went active as soon as it touched skin, but doubled its productivity if applied to anything more than the penis. Josh had creamed his penis and testicles, when then he dabbed his butt clean using the same T.P.
A triple dose of the creme used on soft skin would do far more than just enlarge.
Finally, Mike slowed with his ranting of train news for Josh to ask to be excused to go use the bathroom. Once he hung up the phone receiver, he dashed toward the bathroom, walking rather oddly, his butt feeling swollen as was his package.
Dropping his pants as he entered the bathroom, Josh saw a big problem getting plainly huge.