Concerned about June, Ty went back to the living room. He'd left June sitting upright on the sofa, but was startled to find that she had now undressed herself, and was lying down. Her clothed were haphazardly strewn around. Her eyes were rolled back, and she was writhing and moaning. She had transformed herself to have four arms. Four breasts with pussies in place of nipples, four pussies at her now extra wide crotch, and a toungue coming out of each pussy. Her hands were massaging her breasts, and her many tongues were madly working her clits.
"June, I think you'd better transform back," Ty said. "Being washer and dryer and human, all at once, is too much for you. Mark will be home soon, and we can't let him see you like this."
"Mark?" June said. Her eyes were still rolled back. She suddenly grew much taller, with four more arms, breasts, and pussies. "Come to me, Mark. I need you. Right now! Take me! Make love to me, Mark! Fuck me!"
"Mom, snap out of it!" Ty yelled. "I'm not Mark! I'm your son Ty!"
"Ty? June asked. "Fuck me, Ty!"
She's totally lost it, Ty realized. He knew she would never ask that, if she were in her right mind. "Mom, you've got to transform back, before Mark gets here!"
"Mmmm, transform!" June said, sensuously. "Yes! More!" She abruptly became taller still, with another four arms, breasts, and pussies, and her already enormous crotch doubled in width, forming four more pussies. All still masturbating with their tongues like there was no tomorrow.
"No, mom!" Ty yelled. "You have to transform back to normal! You have to stop being the washer and dryer!"
He apparently got through to her just a tiny bit, as she said, "Stop? No, I have to finish my cycles!"
Ty tried to get June into a standing position, to get her back to the laundry room, but he couldn't do it. In her normal form, she was a few inches taller than him, and about the same weight, but in her current transformed state, she was significantly taller and heavier. She wasn't putting up any resistance to his efforts, but she wasn't helping at all, either. She was still just masturbating furiously, and moaning. He couldn't even get her back into a sitting position.
Ty willed himself to increase in size. He became taller, even taller than transformed June, and more muscular. Now he was able to pick her up from the sofa. He carried her into the laundry room, and held her upright, despite her not even trying to stand. It was like handling a sack of potatoes, but if the potatoes were being actively uncooperative.
"JUNE!" he ordered, trying to project as much authority with his voice as possible. "TRANSFORM YOURSELF! NOW!"
"Right now, Mark?" she asked. "Can't it wait until I've finished?"
"NO, JUNE!" Ty commanded. "TRANSFORM YOURSELF NOW!"
"Oh, fine," June said. "You always did know how to rain on my parade." June transformed.
Perhaps I should have been more specific, Ty suddenly realized. The laundry machines were back in place, seemingly running just as usual. But June was gone!