The days passed slowly, but Jeff held on through his torture. The constant ache of his literal rock hard-on and the fullness of his bladder was something he regretted. Yes, there was a part of himself that found being a horny statue incredibly erotic. However, it was overshadowed by the worry of the circumstances he had ended up in. He didn’t consider the consequences of his parameters on the Chronivac. He had forgone being found out by his brother, and had been lucky enough to have the timer be counting down now. But if he was correct, his parents would be home before he was close to turning back.
He had no way of counting the time, and his mind was rattled anyways with his constant urge to release his piss, his constant urge to spill his seed, for something to come spitting out of his cock. To be able to move again, to be delivered from this fantasy come true. All he could do is track the sunrise/sunset.
The first sunset arrived, and after a night of immobile pain and pleasure, the sun rose. He expected his parents to arrive. He worried that they would walk into on him in the naked, erect, statue turned clothes-dryer. He was worried all day. But then the sunset arrived again.
When the sun rose once more, Jeff knew that this was the day he was to turn back. Though he was confused as to where his parents were, all he had to do was make it until the afternoon and he would be released from his stony prison.
The nearly four days Jeff had spent as a pent-up statue of a random boy had never gotten easier to deal with. But a new torture was introduce as he believe his time was coming close to over: not knowing exactly how much time he had left. Physically he felt the same, but mentally, he was almost constantly hoping that the next moment would be his moment. That he was instantly change back. That the next second was when his penis would burst. He imagined himself cumming out buckets of sperm. Orgasm like no one had ever felt before. Emptying his bladder with gallons of piss.
Once he felt that noon has past, he heard something that made his stone heart sink. The door to the house was opening, feet were shuffling, and suitcases were being brought in. His parents were home, and he hadn’t been reversed from his frozen state.
“Jeff! We’re home,” his mother yelled, probably expecting him to come barreling into the living room. But he couldn’t! There was no way! His legs had been screaming “MOVE!” for days now!
After a few moments of them scuffling about, Jeff heard his mother ask his father to check on him.
“Give me just a second, Cheryl,” he responded. “I haven’t even put my suitcases down.”
As soon as the suitcases stopped moving, Jeff heard a noise from the Chronivac.
“One minute remaining until conversion,” it said, beeping.
Jeff realized immediately the predicament that he was in. It was a race to see which happened first: would his father open the door and see him as a statue, or would he change back just in time.
The Chronivac wasn’t beeping anymore, but Jeff could hear his father’s footsteps.
“Jeff,” he called. “We are home. Are you okay?”
He knew there were seconds remaining. Unable to move, panging in horniness, desperate to pee, and vision blocked, Jeff’s brain racked himself as to what could possibly unfold in his next moments.