In his last bout of magical wish fulfillment, Ty had unknowingly summoned his father to rescue him.
A double edged wish; on one hand- he was saved! Ty relished the thought of safety upon feeling his father's calloused hands wrap around and push into his so tender form. Ty could only produce grunts and moans in the place of words, but he let out the most pleases sounds his donut hole mouth was able to produce as his puff ball of a body was slowly, meticulously pulled from the still steaming dryer.
On the other hand- he was deeply embarrassed to have been found in such a state. This was Ty. The Ty, who played basketball and ragged on Dustin and stayed out late with girls. And to be cradled, like a massive, shapeless baby in his fathers arms.
Something about that just wasn't right.
To make matters worse, Ty's father has yet to speak a word. He carried his boy close to his body, silently through the halls of the school, looking down at him with an empathetic expression every so often.
It was confusing to say the least. Had the wish inadvertently revealed Ty's powers to his dad?
And more importantly, what was he going to do with Ty? The boy let out a muffled, deep moan as he felt the rough hands poking and prodding his bulbous body. His father pushed him into the passengers seat, wrapping the constrictive seat belt around the teen's mass a few times before finally buckling Ty in.
It was the touch, and the consoling looks that made the boy feel uncomfortable. Something was so off about them. They were too much, too intimate.
As the car started, Ty's eyes bulged from the pressure of the belt. They darted over to hos dad, and then to the retreating school. Would Dustin know what happened to him? Would he worry? Would his dad tell the school Ty had fallen ill and he had pulled him from class?
The blob bristled, wiggling all available appendages. He would have to wait and find out- the most pressing matter was how to change himself back into a relatively human shape.
Try as he might, Ty's body and mind were spent. It looked like he was stuck as a dough ball until his dad decided his fate. Ty didn't like having someone control him, even someone he trusted like his dad. He just didn't want anyone to have power over him in such a compromised state. The image of his father working him on the table with a rolling popped into his mind's eye. Weakened whimpers were pushed from his abused, squashed lips with every roll, but we're paid no mind. His body elongated with each push, spreading Ty into a rectangular, misshapen sprawl- the wide remnants of his hands and feet still visible and fighting for mobility. Daddy wouldn't do that. Would be?
Ty didn't want to find out.