With no one around to help Ty, the poor boy is covered in fabric softener. The cleaning agent lathers him in a thick goop, and as he opens his widened mouth to call for help, it coats his lips and tongue. Eventually, Ty is saturated. He's too panicked to focus his powers in restoring himself. Instead, he wiggles and gyrates as much as the cramped, one inch space beneath the washer allows. He feels himself loosening, becoming more and more malleable to the point that it feels like he's melting. Ty's flesh spreads out across the floor. To an unaware onlooker, he looks like spilled pancake batter. Luckily, Ty's distended face remains out of sight, but his burgeoning belly, crotch, and pancaked feet slowly ooze from their confinement. Ty slips free of his clothes until he's completely nude. He continues to jiggle his weakened body senselessly. His freed penis sloshed back and forth beneath the fluorescent lights. Finally his lips and nose appear from the small crack.
"Dustwin!" he yells. Without much cohesion to his muscles, Ty can move his lips as well as he'd like. That, and one was about four times it's original size. "Dustwin hewp me!" Ty's incessant flapping finally moves him free of the washer. A puddle of boy, face pulled taut over his little flat patty of a deformed body remains. The pool of flesh rolls its eyes around helplessly. It's too weak and scared to pull itself together; the fabric softener seems to (hoefully) temporarily stunted it's molecular stability and mental capacities. Ty's power is useless, for now. And possibly forever. But the mass doesn't dare entertain the thought of being stuck that way for the rest of it's pathetic existence. Instead it focuses on it's rubber appendages once human lips, and tries to form the name of it's older sibling for help.
All of his gibbering eventually brings the attention of someone, but unfortunately for the amorphous pile of boy flesh, it's not his brother. A janitor walk in and stops dead. He stares at what appears to be a flattened human face, complete with ridiculously large ears, two flailing flippers that might be feet, splattered hands, a small patch of hair on top, two eyes, nostrils, a jiggling stomach, and...
"That's a penis." he mutters to himself in disbelief.
Ty's eyes shoot to the intruding voice. The janitor drops his broom in shock and takes a step back.
"Holy shit!" Without thinking, he kicks the blob. It lets out a bawl, sounding eerily similar to a crying infant, and smacks against the cinder block wall with the sound of a water balloon. The janitor picks up his broom and briskly walks out of the room, then thinks better of it and rushes back in. He shuts his eyes and scoops up the moaning mass. It's soft, warm, rubbery. He feels a bit of slime and quickly decides to dispose of the disturbing thing before anyone else has to see it.