Rick let go of his friends forehead, propelling Jim backwards on to the floor where he landed with a thud. Rick's eyes returned to normal as the air around him lost it's charge. With a giant grin plastered across his face he yelled out "Ta-da" and let out a belly laugh.
"What did you do to me," asked Jim in bewilderment. He examined his body to see that he looked perfectly normal, despite the fact that he felt odd and different somehow, different in a way that he had never felt before.
"Why should I explain what I did to you when I can show you." Rick walked up to Jim and grabbed his arm. Jim thought that he was simply trying to help him up off the floor but to his surprise his friend pushed his arm into the trunk of his body and pressed down on it with great force. Jim's arm was pushed into his body where it merged with the rest of his stomach and love handle as well as his t-shirt. Before the astonished Jim could resist Rick grabbed his other arm and proceeded to smoosh it into his body as well.
"What are you doing to me?!?!"
"Just relax and let me show you," said Rick who scrunched Jim's legs together forming a single appendage out of them and then pressed it into his body like he did with his arms. Jim looked at his altered midsection to see that the mass from his extremities was accumulating to give him a bloated looking belly. He could see that the colors from his shirts, blue jeans and shoes were mixing and intertwining with his own flesh tone. It was if his body and clothes were made out of different colors of play-doh that was being mixed together.
"Holy shit, Rick! Did you turn me into play-doh?"
"Kinda sorta. I made your body and clothes malleable like play-doh but you aren't as sticky or soft so I don't have to worry about getting you stuck in the carpet," replied Rick jokingly. He folded Jim's limbless body up and stretched his neck over the crevice it made. Rick then wobbled his friends oblong body around on the floor. Jim was about to ask his friend why he was doing this when he realized that he was molding his body into a smooth, spherical shape. Sure enough, Rick started to roll Jim around the floor to work out imperfections and lumps out of his shape. As he was rolled around, his exposed face was introduced to the floor which smooshed his features flat. He felt himself rolled every which way around the room, a feeling that made him slightly nauseous as he was turned upside down and around over and over again. Rick rolled his friend around the room until he was satisfied with his shape and smooth texture.
Rick rolled the ball over to his full length mirror sitting in the corner of his room and sat Jim upright so that his flattend face was looking directly at the mirror. Jim was astonished to see his distorted and smeared face looking back at him from a multicolored ball that was formerly his body. He tried to move himself but found that he no longer had control over his body in this shape. He realized that he was totally at his friends mercy, a thought that troubled him even though he trusted his friend Rick.
"So Jim, is this proof enough for you?"
