Ty went back to his room. He realized that he was erect, again. Even knowing that he didn't lust after his mother, the fact that transforming her got him aroused made him feel like quite a pervert. He undressed and lay down on his bed again, and wished Lisa was here. In her absence, he decided that he'd have to rub one out again.
There wasn't anything specific about a clothes dryer that excited him. It was just transforming people into unusual forms that seemed to arouse him. Adding or changing human body parts was exciting enough, but transforming people into entirely non-human forms... such that they could only perform the functions of those forms, but they would get great enjoyment and satisfaction from doing so... That, he realized, was what got him off.
He started fantasizing about other things around the house being transformed humans. Except that he imagined that each one of them was not June, but Lisa. The microwave oven. The painting over the fireplace. The vacuum cleaner. The dining room table. The television. A board game. The car, he thought. Now that would be fucking amazing. He grew his cock again, and duplicated it, as before, and started stroking himself with both hands, like there was no tomorrow. He continued thinking about Lisa becoming common household items. His clothing. His desk chair, or desk. His toothbrush. The house itself! The options seemed limitless!
He reached orgasm quickly, and shot his load all over everywhere again. While he slowed down stroking himself, the action becoming more languorous than urgent, he continued to think about possible transformations for Lisa.
Before long, he realized that he was running out of ideas. That's OK, he thought to himself. I'll have more ideas later. And Lisa will have ideas, too. He waved his hand, cleaning away the mess. He considered showering again, but settled for just using his power to freshen himself up. He restored his body to normal, got dressed, and started reading.
As before, he found it hard to focus on reading, his mind repeatedly straying to thoughts of Lisa. I'm never going to get anywhere with this book, he thought. I may as well do something mindless, instead. He went downstairs to watch TV. As he passed the laundry room, he heard the normal sound of the clothes dryer, which he never would have given a second thought to before. But now it was June. He considered going into the laundry room, and just watching the clothes tumble inside her. Shit, he thought! I'm getting aroused again! He resisted the urge, went into the living room, sat down on the sofa (maybe another thing to turn Lisa into, he thought), and picked up the TV remote.
Nothing particularly good was on TV, but he didn't care, since all he'd been after was mindless distraction.
A little later he heard the garage door open. Mark's home, he thought. And June's not done yet. Will this be a problem?
Mark walked in, said hello to Ty, and asked, "Where's June?"
"Oh, I think she's still doing laundry," Ty casually replied.
Mark went into the kitchen, got himself a beer, and came back and sat in his recliner. After a few minutes, he asked Ty, "How can you watch this shit? Isn't there anything better on?"
"Sorry, Dad," Ty said, and handed him the remote. "I wasn't actually paying any attention to it." Mark changed channels a few times, and found a sports recap show to watch.
Dustin walked in, and sat next to Ty. "Where's Mom," he asked. "Isn't it dinner time?"
"She's finishing up the laundry," Ty said. "I'm sure that she'll be here momentarily."
Nearly that exact moment, Ty heard the clothes dryer buzzer, and a moment later, June walked into the room. "Hi honey," she said to Mark, and kissed him. "I apologize that dinner will be a bit late. I intended to order us some Chinese food, but I was busy doing laundry and didn't notice the time. I'll order it now, and it should be here shortly."
"That's fine," said Mark, engrossed in the sports program, and Dustin seemed fine with it too. Ty certainly didn't feel any need to complain.
Ty was amazed by Mark's nonchalance over the mentions of June's doing the laundry. Did June really tell him? Ty wondered. She must have, Ty thought. Surely she wouldn't lie to me about that. But in the old days, Mark would have blown up over dinner not being ready. Yet here he was seemingly unconcerned. If he knew, why wasn't he mad about it delaying dinner?
"Ty," June said. "Would you mind folding some more clothes? The dryer just finished."
"Sure, Mom," he replied. "Glad to." He went to the laundry room, saw the clothes dryer there exactly as it always had been, opened the door, and started pulling out and folding the warm clothes. "Whew! It all worked fine this time," he thought to himself.