It was a few hours before Chase could steal away to try his experiment. Luckily the classroom he needed to sneak into was empty during midday, as most other students had lunch, breaks, or outdoor physical classes and electives.
Peering into the empty room, Chase quietly slips inside and locks the door behind him. It’s dark, but Chase remembers where the largest pot, used for special events like student run potlucks and school events is stored.
It’s heavy, but Chase manages to drag it out and put it atop the cool stove. It covers every single burner, so he turns them all on then makes several trips with a smaller pot to the sink to fill the larger one up. Once it’s halfway full, Chase pulls the Ty-stained sheets out of his backpack. Much like he discovered that morning, Ty was still leaking various fluids into the sheets, and presumably himself. Having been folded up and squashed in between books for four some hours had probably kept constant stimulation against those sensitive areas. Chase rubbed the three spots and inspected each, giving them a sniff and lick. The sheets barely shifted in his hold.
He was half tempted to keep Ty prisoner like this for a little longer; something about him being so incredibly reduced and trapped in such a way was appealing to the man. But he had done a good job of gaining Ty’s trust, despite how many times he had changed his body inadvertently, and ignored his inability to consent to being played with, so he ultimately decided to try and rescue him as soon as possible.
Chase plunged the bedsheets into the now simmering water and hoped that the various contaminants (chiefly the water itself, as well as what seemed to be sweat, piss, cum, and even a bit of milk) wouldn’t dilute Ty beyond the point of retrieval. He also worried the sound of boiling water wouldn’t attract curious students or teachers, or even a janitor to wander in on him. It wasn’t illegal to boil your own bedsheets on campus during class hours, sure, but it was odd and probably unhygienic considering he was using communal cookware, in a dark, locked classroom no less.
Looking down into the steaming water, Chase notices large bubbles emanating from the submerged sheets. As each pops, he swears he hears faint gurgling. Does Ty need air while he’s in this state? Chase doesn’t know, but it’s too late to find out. If he could survive being pumped, flattened, deflated, popped, and melted, he was fairly confident he could handle just a little more hot water.