He didn't care who it was, but Jamal willingly fused with whoever was running. Turns out it was an attractive woman, since he found himself taller, wearing her tight sports bra and yoga pants. With her large breasts and both sets of genitals, he didn't know what to think. Moaning loudly effeminately, Joggermal (jogger+Jamal) resumed jogging, or rather running away from the playground. Now, they understood what it was like as a fused person. Joggermal's head hurt slightly, as they kept getting memories of the jogger and Jamal trying to take the lead. At times, Jamal's personality comes forth, remembering the fusion gloves and running from the offistripper, then switched over to the jogger who was running to get in shape for the summer. Thankfully, with just two minds, it was easier for Joggermal to remain focused on leaving the area for they're safety.
Unfortunately, plans don't always work out; in they're periferal vision, Joggermal notices the offistripper jumping out from the bushes, lunging at them. It happened in only a few seconds, as both of Joggermal's hands managed to touch the offistripper's neck, and their own arm. "Oh fuck!" Joggermal cried, as they fused with the offistripper, accompanied by the familiar SCHWOOP sound.
Combined, what remained of Jamal was in mental agony, as three other people now existed in their fused form. Standing at 8 feet tall, the fusion was quite a sight. J cup breasts and very wide hips, her large butt jiggled as she moaned from her plump dick sucking lips. Her crotch only sported a plump pussy, since the ratio of females to males was higher. Her clothes had morphed together, with her sports bra and yoga pants having patterns that look like a police uniform, with her running shoes having turned into high heels with patterns that make them look like heeled sneakers. Her g string dug into her pussy, as her quad colored hair flower down past her shoulders. Becoming very moist in her fused pussy, she twitches from all the minds competing for dominance.
Tears running down her cheeks, the Jamal side of her is screaming as each of the three women's thoughts and personalities move around and overwhelm him. "I gotta jog, to arrest the boy, to screw him, which I am him." She insanely mumbled, stepping forward, making her wide hips sway sensually. But all these minds force her to start groping her voluptuous body, pinching her nipples and fingering her really tight, wet cunt until climax. Except, she tried doing this act again, though whilst jogging back toward Jamal's house. Along the way, she slipped off the gloves and stuck them in her cleavage, keeping this fusion existent unless Jamal manages to control long enough to undo it. Distraught, Joffistrimal (jogger+officer+stripper+Jamal) moans loudly as she jogs, masturbating and waking up people as she travels.