As Dustin and Ty walked down the hall toward the library, Stephanie Rogers stepped out of a classroom, and grabbed Ty's arm.
"Ty, I desparately need a volunteer to help with my stain removal project in Home Ec. I'm so glad you spilled your lasagna at lunch. Now take off that stained shirt," Stephanie ordered.
Dustin smirked to see all-powerful Ty meekly following Stephanie's commands. Dustin recalled in grade school how Stephanie (who at the time was tall for her age) came to Ty's rescue, and fought off a group of three bullies. That had set the tone for their entire relationship ever since that time. Dustin thought Ty behaved liked a whipped puppy.
Inside his mind, Dustin heard Ty snarl like a dog. He'd forgotten that his bro could read minds, Dustin swallowed hard. He could feel an odd pinching in his groin, and managed to look down to watch his healthy bulge deflated and completely vanished. In his mind, he could feel Ty's mouth widen into a smile, and Ty's voice boomed in Dustin's mind, "Who's pussy whipped?"
"I never said--" Dustin caught himself, he'd spoken aloud.
"What, Dustin?" Stephanie asked.
Unspoken mentally Dustin continued thinking to Ty, I never said that, I thought PUPPY not Pussy! Please, Ty, please? he begged.
"Dustin?" Stephanie asked again.
Ty answered for him, "Stef, Dustin's got a stain he'd like you to try to get out too, but he's embarrassed to ask."
"Is that all? He sounded so panicked," she shook her head leaned in and whispered, "Your step brother is so cute, Ty, do you think he likes me?" Then loudly, she said to Dustin, "Take off the stained article of clothing, Dustin, so I can clean it."
"It's his jeans," Ty volunteered. Dustin watched as grass stains appeared on the knees of his jeans, and big oily stain on his crotch. He was relieved to see his bulge return with the oil spot.
Stephanie was soaking Ty's shirt in a bowl of white colored liquid. Ty rested his hand against the wringer of an old fashioned style electric washing machine, as he watched Stephanie attend to his stained shirt. His elbow brushed against the machine's flip on/off switch. The red light came on, and the motor began to whir. Ty gasped as the wringer rollers started to turn drawing his hand through them.
Dustin had just struggle out of his jeans, and was emptying his pockets, when Ty's pressed arm drifted down from the wringer to the floor, and it hadn't even reached Ty's rubberized elbow yet. Ty looked to Dustin for help, and back to Stephanie whose back was to them. Dustin set his pants down on the counter, and went over to the machine. He'd never seen one of this type before with dials and switches instead of buttons. He reached over to the dial on the wringer thinking that would turn it off. Instead the engine whirred louder, and Ty was sucked through the high speed rollers with such speed that in less than 10 seconds his shoes popped off his feet falling into the washing machine tub with a clank, clump. Dustin turned the machine off, and looked down at the rubber sheet that was Ty. The expression frozen on Ty's face was a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. Dustin grinned, and tented his boxers.
"Dustin, where did Ty go?" Stephanie asked holding Ty's wet shirt in her hands.
Dustin grabbed his jeans, and thrust them toward Stephanie to keep her from coming any closer to where she might notice the heap of pressed flesh that was Ty.
"Here are my jeans, Stephanie. Ty stepped out for a minute, I think he wanted to use the john," Dustin said nervously.
Stephanie glanced down at Dustin's boxers, and smiled. She said, "I was going to ask if that was a banana in your pocket or if you were just happy to see me, but I'm holding yout pants pockets," she giggled and leaned forward kissing Dustin on the lips, and nipping his lower lip. Dustin blushed, as she turned back to her work station with his jeans.
"This may take a few minutes, Dustin, why don't you have a seat," she said.
Thanks, Dustin, Ty's voice whispered thinly in Dustin's head, that machine caught me totally off guard. I don't want Stef to see me like this. Man, it's harder to shift back to my normal self, I wonder if it's because the flattening was done to me instead of by me?
Dustin hopped up on to the washing machine, not noticing that it was on wheels. The heavy machine rolled over Ty's thickening body like a rolling pin through cookie dough making a disgusting squishy sound. Dustin felt the machine move, and looked down to see Ty's right eye peering out from under the machine.