As Jamal gets up from his Mochair to exit, Deena knocks on his door and reminds him, "Don't forget that the garbage truck comes tomorrow; you're supposed to put your old chair out for it so we can get you a new one." Gritting his teeth, Jamal makes sure he has the gloves on and touches the chair, unfusing it from his mother. She has returned on the floor, normal and fully clothed. "Ugh, I've got such a headache." She complains, standing up, not realizing the bit of cum dribble out of her pussy into her panties. Jamal does not know his family members still have his genetic fluid inside them from when they were fused, but he's certainly glad to have fixed things for now. Letting his mother leave, he takes out the old chair that influenced his fused family too much, leaving it by the garbage bin. Wiping his hands free of dust, Jamal leaves the gloves in his pocket and makes his way toward town.
Armed with newfound knowledge, Jamal runs over the facts in his mind. Fusing people with objects leaves them mostly inanimate and seen as normal property. Fusing an object person with another person makes a sapient entity, possibly seen as normal object, but the usage of the object practically manifests as a personality trait. "Perhaps fusing like minded things together would be the smartest thing for now." He pondered, knowing full well eventually he'd snap and forgo his own decision.
Thankfully, he stuck with that reasoning for now, as he spotted something ahead of him. Up the sidewalk was a rather attractive female officer taking a voluptuous stripper into custody. Although dressed in street legal clothes, the stripper still pleasantly showed an absurd amount of skin. He dark skin glistening with sweat, as her E cup breasts and wide hips sensually swayed with her provocative movements. Intrigued to see what comes about from combining people of such opposite professions, Jamal cracks his knuckles and slips the gloves on. Sneaking up behind, since both victims have their backs to him, Jamal reaches up and touches their bare necks.
The end result was a truly stunning sight, combined, the stripper and officer had grown in height to almost 7 ft tall. With curves twice the size of the stripper's her assets strained against her fused outfit. Which seemed to be a tight, sexy officer uniform strippers where on stage. Twirling around on heeled flip flops, she licked her lips upon seeing Jamal. "So, you touched me in such a place, little guy." She sultrily said, bending down to eye level, giving a splendid view of her bountiful sweaty cleavage. "You realize that's assault of an officer. I'm gonna have to take you somewhere for an interrogation." She grabbed Jamal's arms, after he had slipped the gloves off and into his pockets, and placed cuffs on them. "Come with me, or you'll be punished even further, naughty boy." Unbeknownst to Jamal, the police officer was a nymphomaniac, and now that she was fused with someone let her that side of her be exposed, it took prevalence in this fused person's personality. Jamal gulped as he felt his groin strain against his pants.