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This is a soft reboot of a storyline from my YouTube channel. I lost interest in it a while ago, but now I have a better idea for it.

You didn’t join the army to conquer the world.

That’s what you told the general when you revolted against the experiment. You used to be a lieutenant in the United States Armed Forces. Then you had a thing with a scientist overseeing Project Armband. You didn’t propose after the third date and the petty bitch voluntold you as a guinea pig for the project. A device surgically implanted in your arm has given you the ability to fuse others. There appears to be no limit on how many people you can fuse, or even the range as individuals can be targeted through pictures.

At first you accidentally fused a general to Ellie the Empress while checking her Instagram. He was surprisingly pleased with the results, rambling over how the world would be in his grasp. You couldn’t stand for that and absorbed him before making yourself scarce. You don’t think the military knows you look like Ellie so you’re currently on your way to her home in Orlando. The implant gave you her wallet and you have her address.

Days later, you ditch your third stolen car outside city limits before heading into town on foot. The trek wears on you in no time at all. You’re no stranger to a march and Ellie’s no couch potato. You could still do without the tremendous tits weighing on your new dainty back, moist with sweat seeping into your cleavage. It’s already clear you’ll need to move on as fast as possible. You just need to get out of the sun (ideally the humid air as well) for the time being.

It’s not too long until your clothes are soaked in sweat. It’d be one thing if you could just wrap your shirt around your head. Instead you’re stuck in a tightass dress stuck to your supple, curvy flesh like glue. Not that you can quite peel it off without getting arrested, even if relatively few bystanders would mind. Maybe you should go for a swim? Orlando is packed with ponds. A rather scenic one comes into view around the corner.

You limp to the water’s edge with a weary sigh, “So this is Orlando. My boobs are so sweaty...”

“Tell me about it,” a woman says behind you.

You spin in place (over the protest of your lower back) ready for a fight. The purple-haired woman doesn’t appear to be a soldier or much of a fighter. Somehow she has the waist of a willow with curves even bigger than yours. You know her from somewhere and you’re pretty sure you know where.

If you’re right then she knows Ellie, “What brings you here?”

“You missed the meeting. I came to check up on you.” She definitely knows Ellie.

“Sorry. I was visiting a friend in the hospital,” you lie.

The purple-haired stranger purses her lips. She isn’t wearing any obvious makeup (not that she needs it) yet you can’t shake the feeling she’d wear a lot in a more temperate climate. “Funny you mention that. You warped away in the middle of the meeting.”

“I suppose I owe you an explanation...”

Turns out the stranger before you is Ravengriim. You fess up to everything you’ve done since you got the implant. A minute passes as she clearly considers whether to believe you or not. “We’d be happy to help you if you released Ellie.”

“Who’s we?”

Ravengriim puffs her impressive chest “Separately, we’re quite famous. Together, we’re a shadow. We’re the Troupe of Hoes Inclusive Commerce Collective.”

“You’re THICC?”

She smiles at you, “We just lucked into that name.”

On that note, you follow her to Ellie’s house to defuse off the streets. It’d be dangerous to release the General out in the open or Ellie with no recollection of the past few days. Ravengriim pulls a key out of her pocket to unlock the door. The cool air within beckons to you along with the sweet scents of different gel beads. Nothing like living on the road for days to make you appreciate AC inside a real building.

“You need to take a shower before you defuse.” Ravengriim says. “Ellie will be in a much more forgiving mood if she’s clean.”

“I... Can’t argue with that after living out of a car for a week.”

The sweat-drenched dress doesn’t come off fast enough. You quickly noticed Ellie wore nothing underneath though you didn’t dare to explore until now. The showerhead beckons to you like a siren and the serenade is cleansing hot water. Your delicate hands attack the shampoo, rubbing the viscous surfactant into your beautiful black hair. Then you dump a big glomp of body wash into your hands prior to exploring each inch of your borrowed body. You’re extra sure to wash between your beautiful sweaty breasts; those gorgeous jugs that weighed on your back all week; blocking any view of your feet; commanding the attention of anyone you came into contact with, either out of desire or jealousy. You’re more loath to part with them than you care to admit.

You roam Ellie’s bedroom after drying off in search of something to wear. Naturally, you take your time trying on different clothes until you settle on a deep blue dress. Ravengriim has been waiting long enough and it’s time to cut Ellie loose. You walk outside and point at the center of the room. Ellie and the General stand side to side looking around confused.

The General lets out a sigh of relief, “I’m back to normal.”

“Not for long!” Ravengriim yells. “Hip Attack!”

Ellie jumps in, “Titty Tackle!”

“I die slightly aroused...” The General succumbs to his massive injuries.

Ellie composes herself quickly, “Sup, girl? Who’s your friend?”

Ravengriim lays out the progression of events as well as your unfortunate involvement.

“I’m sorry for the trouble-”

Ellie seemingly doesn’t notice your apology. “An implant that fuses two or more people. Definitely can’t let that fall into the wrong hands. Actually, I feel pretty well rested. You’re welcome to crash here if you fuse with me to do livestreams in my place when I’m asleep.”

“Wait.” Ravengriim says. “I never thought of that. I get him next.”

Description

This is a soft reboot of a storyline from my YouTube channel. I lost interest in it a while ago, but now I have a better idea for it.

You didn’t join the army to conquer the world.

That’s what you told the general when you revolted against the experiment. You used to be a lieutenant in the United States Armed Forces. Then you had a thing with a scientist overseeing Project Armband. You didn’t propose after the third date and the petty bitch voluntold you as a guinea pig for the project. A device surgically implanted in your arm has given you the ability to fuse others. There appears to be no limit on how many people you can fuse, or even the range as individuals can be targeted through pictures.

At first you accidentally fused a general to Ellie the Empress while checking her Instagram. He was surprisingly pleased with the results, rambling over how the world would be in his grasp. You couldn’t stand for that and absorbed him before making yourself scarce. You don’t think the military knows you look like Ellie so you’re currently on your way to her home in Orlando. The implant gave you her wallet and you have her address.

Days later, you ditch your third stolen car outside city limits before heading into town on foot. The trek wears on you in no time at all. You’re no stranger to a march and Ellie’s no couch potato. You could still do without the tremendous tits weighing on your new dainty back, moist with sweat seeping into your cleavage. It’s already clear you’ll need to move on as fast as possible. You just need to get out of the sun (ideally the humid air as well) for the time being.

It’s not too long until your clothes are soaked in sweat. It’d be one thing if you could just wrap your shirt around your head. Instead you’re stuck in a tightass dress stuck to your supple, curvy flesh like glue. Not that you can quite peel it off without getting arrested, even if relatively few bystanders would mind. Maybe you should go for a swim? Orlando is packed with ponds. A rather scenic one comes into view around the corner.

You limp to the water’s edge with a weary sigh, “So this is Orlando. My boobs are so sweaty...”

“Tell me about it,” a woman says behind you.

You spin in place (over the protest of your lower back) ready for a fight. The purple-haired woman doesn’t appear to be a soldier or much of a fighter. Somehow she has the waist of a willow with curves even bigger than yours. You know her from somewhere and you’re pretty sure you know where.

If you’re right then she knows Ellie, “What brings you here?”

“You missed the meeting. I came to check up on you.” She definitely knows Ellie.

“Sorry. I was visiting a friend in the hospital,” you lie.

The purple-haired stranger purses her lips. She isn’t wearing any obvious makeup (not that she needs it) yet you can’t shake the feeling she’d wear a lot in a more temperate climate. “Funny you mention that. You warped away in the middle of the meeting.”

“I suppose I owe you an explanation...”

Turns out the stranger before you is Ravengriim. You fess up to everything you’ve done since you got the implant. A minute passes as she clearly considers whether to believe you or not. “We’d be happy to help you if you released Ellie.”

“Who’s we?”

Ravengriim puffs her impressive chest “Separately, we’re quite famous. Together, we’re a shadow. We’re the Troupe of Hoes Inclusive Commerce Collective.”

“You’re THICC?”

She smiles at you, “We just lucked into that name.”

On that note, you follow her to Ellie’s house to defuse off the streets. It’d be dangerous to release the General out in the open or Ellie with no recollection of the past few days. Ravengriim pulls a key out of her pocket to unlock the door. The cool air within beckons to you along with the sweet scents of different gel beads. Nothing like living on the road for days to make you appreciate AC inside a real building.

“You need to take a shower before you defuse.” Ravengriim says. “Ellie will be in a much more forgiving mood if she’s clean.”

“I... Can’t argue with that after living out of a car for a week.”

The sweat-drenched dress doesn’t come off fast enough. You quickly noticed Ellie wore nothing underneath though you didn’t dare to explore until now. The showerhead beckons to you like a siren and the serenade is cleansing hot water. Your delicate hands attack the shampoo, rubbing the viscous surfactant into your beautiful black hair. Then you dump a big glomp of body wash into your hands prior to exploring each inch of your borrowed body. You’re extra sure to wash between your beautiful sweaty breasts; those gorgeous jugs that weighed on your back all week; blocking any view of your feet; commanding the attention of anyone you came into contact with, either out of desire or jealousy. You’re more loath to part with them than you care to admit.

You roam Ellie’s bedroom after drying off in search of something to wear. Naturally, you take your time trying on different clothes until you settle on a deep blue dress. Ravengriim has been waiting long enough and it’s time to cut Ellie loose. You walk outside and point at the center of the room. Ellie and the General stand side to side looking around confused.

The General lets out a sigh of relief, “I’m back to normal.”

“Not for long!” Ravengriim yells. “Hip Attack!”

Ellie jumps in, “Titty Tackle!”

“I die slightly aroused...” The General succumbs to his massive injuries.

Ellie composes herself quickly, “Sup, girl? Who’s your friend?”

Ravengriim lays out the progression of events as well as your unfortunate involvement.

“I’m sorry for the trouble-”

Ellie seemingly doesn’t notice your apology. “An implant that fuses two or more people. Definitely can’t let that fall into the wrong hands. Actually, I feel pretty well rested. You’re welcome to crash here if you fuse with me to do livestreams in my place when I’m asleep.”

“Wait.” Ravengriim says. “I never thought of that. I get him next.”