The College Skinsuit Gun

David is a college student, mostly just there because he had the option, not because he was genuinely serious about studying a specific field. Regardless though, he still tries his best in classes, especially chemistry, where Samantha sits next to him. Samantha is a shy girl who doesn't speak much, but when she does, her voice is soft and cute. Her small stature made her seem even more **** too, but this didn't limit her growth in other areas. If anything, her ass and chest were quite large for a girl her size. This was all in contradiction to David, who was very bland, very generic, and very likely unnoticed by Samantha. Still though, this didn't stop David from crushing on her. Even the smallest details made his heart flutter, like the way she pushed up her glasses after looking down at her notebook too long. Or her cute sneezes she tried to suppress.

David had just gotten out of that chemistry class, and was now walking back to his dorm room, once again feeling empty. He always sought out opportunities to talk to Samantha, but nothing ever came up! She was either too busy with class, other outside forces limited David's chances, or David just flat out pussied out. Today was the latter of those options. It was just him and her in the room, and she was even distracted, **** to pack her stuff up after the bell rang. But David couldn't do it; he couldn't talk. So he left, hastening his pace as if even just that mere action were some moral sin.

David's thoughts were soon interrupted though as he saw an unfamiliar sight. In the bushes next to his dorm building, he saw something lodged into them, something definitely foreign. He went to grab the gray object, realizing it was some sort of gun, but he wasn't alarmed, instead he was almost amused. See, this gun wasn't actually a threatening one, it looked cartoonish. Like someone bought it from a prop store. Like Rick Sanchez himself left it here on accident. He scoffed as he handled it, deciding to keep it and bring it up to show his roommate, Seth. Not for any actual reason, just because. It was kind of in David's nature to intentionally annoy Seth with arbitrary stuff like this.

He went inside and went up the stairs to his room. With where the stairs, his room, and the elevator were, it was actually easier for him to just walk up the stairs, so that's what he did, just like he did for many months prior. Upon entering his dorm room, he saw Seth on the couch, which was not an unfamiliar sight for David either. Seth looked up at him, quickly turning his gaze back to his phone.

"Hey Seth," David said.
"What?"
David pulled the gun out, pointing it at him. "This is what."
Seth scoffed, very similarly to how David did earlier. "The hell is that?"
"What, you can't tell?" David asked.
"Well yeah, it's... a gun," Seth responded, hesitating briefly. "What are you gonna do, shoot me?"
"Maybe..."

David and Seth stared at each other briefly, almost as if they were both exchanging the same thought to each other: What happened when you pressed the trigger? Seeing the tension, David pressed the trigger with no hesitation, expecting something lackluster, but to his surprise it seemed to actually power on. Neither of them even had the chance to react to this sudden power surge as it suddenly shot out a ray toward Seth, hitting him in the chest. David's eyes followed the beam in surprise, and Seth slightly jumped, but it seemed like the beam didn't actually hurt.

"What the hell?" Seth asked rhetorically, laughing to himself. David was still alarmed though, wondering if he had actually hurt Seth or not. Seth's amused face was soon replaced though, with confusion. He looked at his hand, feeling a tingling feeling in it, and he watched as his hand lost its mass, turning into a flat version of itself. His panic only rose more as he realized this sensation wasn't just in his hands, but his feet. Then, his arms and legs, eventually taking over his entire body. Physically, this didn't hurt him at all, but it was still beyond terrifying to him. "David, what the fuck did you do?"

"I don't know! I just... Found this... I..." David frantically tried to explain himself, realizing his reasoning was pretty pathetic in hindsight. All David could do now was watch as his roommate deflated slowly, even falling onto the floor in an attempt to crawl towards David, but Seth lost all control of his body before even getting remotely close to David, still standing near the entrance to their dorm. Seth let out one **** cry, asking "Why?" as his head caved in and fell onto the carpet floor with a soft thud. Seth was now completely flat, laid out like a sick Halloween costume on the ground, clothes still covering his body but definitely loose.