Jamal, starting to feel a burst of adrenaline, realized that he only had one chance. If he was gonna have enough energy to break free, it was now or never. His only hope was to grab the gloves, and pray to God that they had the power to defuse things along with fusing. With all his might, he managed to force his arms up, quickly pulling out of the strange beast that used to be his family.
"Ugh! Great, you pulled out!" It yelled angrily. "Come on doofus, I got chores to do so use me already!"
Jamal backed away from it, stumbling down onto his clothes. He felt around for a moment and practically cried in relief upon feeling the gloves. He slid them on as Monachair climbed on top of him. Monachair was just about to slide his hard dick into her wet pussy, but Jamal was able to place his gloved hands on her. He shut his eyes and tried with all his might to think of defusing, and suddenly there was a very loud "PSHWOOP!"
Jamal opened his eyes and sighed in relief as there was no longer the Monachair over him. He looked up at saw that their was, however, still things to work out. Deena was back, sitting carelessly on the side of Jamal's bed. She glanced away from her phone and covered her mouth with her manicured hand.
"Like, EW Jamal! You're disgusting!" She yelled strutting out of the room. "Put some damned clothes on before you call me in here!"
Jamal watched from the floor as Deena angrily shut the door. He was amazed that she apparently had no memory as her time as a Dechair or as a Monachair. "Man, I gotta get better at naming things." He thought to himself with a grumble. he stood back up and wondered where his mother was. His answer was quickly answered when he looked at his desk chair.
It was his mother fused with the chair now. her face was stretched to replace the headrest of the chair, her eyes permanently wide open and staring forward, her lips stretched into an involuntary smile. Her torso had replaced the main body so that her breasts were now changed into back-cushions, and were even larger than Deena's had. Her seat cushion of a lap was now stretched and thickened into less than a simple cocoa colored pad which was a little flabbier than Dechair was. He strange legs were just as odd as Deena's had been, and the body was still clearly naked.
He walked over, and gave a large pinch on her mother-chair's breasts. The chair managed an odd, slurred moan as it seemed to shutter in joy. He reached his hand between the thigh cushions and felt her pussy getting extremely moist. He sighed, turned around, and plopped down onto the chair. He was a little too tired and freaked out to do anything, no matter how hot it was.
"Damn, this is actually pretty comfy." He chuckled to himself as he shimmed in place. "Phew, I gotta be more careful in the future. That thing could've kept me hostage forever."
After a few more minutes of relaxation on his thick thighed cushion, he finally decided to throw his clothes back on. He figured that it'd be best to leave his family alone for now. He could put his mother back, but that'd be more trouble than it would be worth. She'd just have to enjoy being essentially a chair for a bit.
He grabbed his backpack, put his hands into his pocket, and slipped outside.