It takes about five minutes of roiling water for Chase to notice a thick, opaque substance forming amidst the bubbles. Sometimes, the goop itself will form a fat, wobbling bubble. It seems as if it’s harder for it to pop, but when it does, he’s able to make out a distinctly Ty-sounding burble. He even pokes one of the thicker bubbles only to hear a gargled yelp.
Eventually, vague features seem to emerge, like a pair of wavering lips. More bubbles bulge behind them until they splatter and disperse the malformed mouth. In another five minutes, there’s a semi-solid film, flesh toned, covering half the surface and sticking to the pot’s side. Chases uses a ladle to scoop it out and pour into a bowl he’s set to the side. It’s impossible not to scoop some water in along with it, but it’s poured back into the pot easily enough. He waits another ten minutes before being sure that as much of Ty is out of the sheets and water as possible, then turns off the heat.
Chase pours the still steaming water down the drain. In the dark, it’s hard to tell if the water is clear or not, or if it’s taken on a pinkish, milky hue. He hopes he’s not pouring any of Ty out down the sink.
His soaked bed sheets flop out and pile into the industrial sized sink. Using his phone flash light, he pulls a corner of them upwards with a spoon handle to see if they’ve returned to their normal color.
There seems to be a vague outline of where the stain had been, only slightly darker than the rest of the sheets, but barely noticeable.
Meanwhile the basin where he’s deposited Ty continues to let off steam and errant bubbles. It’s a healthy amount of goop, and he’s fairly confident it’s enough to make most of a person up. Whatever Ty is lacking he could possibly try to restore using previous methods, such as cum, or filling him with water or air. He thinks it could also be interesting to spoon feed Ty some yeast to see if it helps him rise.