Jamal nodded his head. If he wanted to test out his new power the best place to do this was school. Jamal glanced at his laptop's clock and sighed. It was 8:30, half an hour away from his mom's curfew. He had to keep this from her, at least for a little bit. But first...
Jamal turned to his brand new Deena-chair, which he was currently sitting in, and smiled. There was one thing he could readily test: fused objects' sensitivity. Jamal boldly reached over to Deena-chair's "back cushions" and roughly grappled them. The Deena-chair's permanently widened eyes seemed to get a little wider as a loud "Oooooo..." escaped from her smile-locked lips. Jamal arched his eyebrow and began to press his hand harder into Deena-chair's pads, eliciting an even louder "OOOOOOO!" Jamal then stood up and reached down to the Deena-chair's seat, her thighs, and squeezed them. "Ahehe..." the Deena-chair giggled lazily.
"So you're aware of what's going on?" Jamal asked. Nothing. The Deena-chair was simply reacting, nothing more. "Interesting..." Jamal muttered. "The merits of the fusions are amazing! Are the results similar each time? And if so, does-" "GO TO BED, JAMAL!" Jamal's mom yelled, effectively interrupting his reverie. Jamal squeezed Deena-chair's back cushions one last time ("OOOOO!") and slipped into his small bed.
Jamal rose from his bed, brushed his teeth, showered, got dressed, and headed school, still grumbling about having to walk there. Jamal walked into homeroom right before the bell rang. "Okay, take your seats!" the teacher, Ms, Penn, said. The class sat down and continued to talk. Of course, as a homeroom teacher, Ms. Penn didn't care how noisy they were.
Jamal glanced around the classroom for suitable "test subjects" (basically hot girls). First, his eyes alighted upon Gen, a latina chick who stood at 5' 7". She had smooth, caramel-colored skin, hazel-colored eyes, at least a C-cup in breast size, brown, long hair, a slim waist, and thick thighs. Gen knew she was the prettiest girl in the school, and she wasn't afraid to show her body off, evident in the fact that she only wore short-shorts and crop tops. Jamal had been attracted to her for a while now, and perhaps he could have her via his new power.
Next, Jamal spotted Tam: a thin black girl who stood at the same height as himself: 5' 10". Tam had dark freckled skin the color of coffee, a longish face with high cheekbones, a sharp chin, full lips, and a large nose, nearly-black eyes settled behind a pair of black-rimmed glasses, quite a flat chest, and a slim figure. She currently sported straightened black hair held back a blue headband and had her face buried in a book. Tam wasn't too outspoken, preferring to keep to herself and read rather than mingling with the other students in the class. Sadly, that made her the perfect target.
Finally, Jamal looked at his homeroom teacher, Ms. Penn. She stood just a bit shorter than Jamal at 5' 9", had wavy brownish-red hair, a palish complexion, a pretty face, green eyes, at least a D-cup in breast size, a curvy waist, and slim hips. She had only started to teach here about a month ago and still was a bit nervous about teaching teens his age. She would be a good test subject too, due to the fact that her disappearance could be easily explain: anxiety.