Chloe has to fuse with Kim

It took a moment, but then the answer came to you. "Here's the deal. You want to be Kim? Fine. But Kim needs to be present too. She can't be **** all the time while you're walking around, and you can't just take her life away from her. She needs total agency still."

Chloe grimaced a little. "We can't both be in charge at the same time without... hmm."

You nodded, as Chloe seemed to come to the same epiphany as you, but you needed to form the words to be sure. "You and Kim need to be the same person. Whatever that means. Your life and hers has to blend and merge together. There needs to be a perfect fusion between you two."

Chloe huffs a bit, making Kim look a little less thrilled about the idea. It wasn't a perfect solution by far, but Chloe realized you weren't outright saying no. Chloe just needed to influence Kim in just the right ways to make this work... it required careful planning on her part. This was not something she could easily fake, either. She could poke around in Kim's brain, but recalling memories isn't the same without the context, and Kim had the context. But... an even share of the new existence in the body definitely offered good potential to make things work.

"Fine. I'm going to need some time to do this though. And I'm not going to wake her up to ask politely... she'll realize things soon enough, or rather this new mixed consciousness will. And we're going to look a little different... so you're going to need to take us clothes shopping."

Her attempts to add a little humor to the situation didn't seem to resonate. With a shrug, Chloe guided Kim's body to the couch, lying down. "You'll know when I'm done, but before that, don't interfere."

Chloe seemed to fall asleep on the couch, and you watched her for a few minutes. Eventually you stepped off to the kitchen, to cook yourself a meal.

You heard noises coming from the couch, grunts and moans, the occasional word. Sometimes it briefly sounded agonizing, other times like Kim was in ecstacy. The pain and pleasure that flowed from her mouth were irregular, you had no idea what to expect. Since the back of the couch hid her from your view, you couldn't see what was happening, but you did as Chloe asked, you stayed put in the kitchen, toying with your phone.

With no warning, Kim's body sat up, wide-eyed. "Logan!"

You looked up, and hurried over to Kim. Or, Chloe. Or... this stranger on your couch. Kim was clearly a frame for the work of art before you, but her facial features had changed. You'd not seen much of Chloe's face as a slime, but you recognized features of hers in the mix, especially in the eyes. The eyes were even her particular color of emerald green. Her hair was still half orange, but the other half was a blonde that tended toward green in just the right light, but otherwise looked like a fairly normal hair color, like highlights.

As your gaze went lower, however, you saw considerable adjustments to her form. Her breasts had grown a few cup sizes, pushing far beyond her average-sized C cups. Her waist tapered in a little further, only to flare out in a delicious-looking bubble butt resting on the couch, as her legs stretched out.

"Logan..." Kim's arms wrapped around your body, as she hugged close to you. Her fingers dug deep into your shoulders, like she was holding onto you.

"Kim?" you asked.

She shook her head. "No, not quite... and not quite Chloe either. I kind of want to be mad that you let this happen to me, but... mostly, I just want to apologize. I'm going to make this work, I promise. I'm going to earn your love, once I figure out just... how to do that. God, my head hurts... there's a lot of thoughts, but surprisingly not a lot of conflict. I'm feeling fairly... at ease, overall." She leaned a little closer into you, pressing those large breasts against you.

You shook your head a bit, amazed that this worked at all. "So, what do I call you now?"

"Not Chloe, not Kim... but, maybe we mix and match some of the letters to get something out. How about... Michelle?"

Michelle smiled at you, running her hands up and down your body. You had a lot you wanted to figure out with who exactly Michelle now was, but with how her hands were roaming along your back, down to your waist, and tugging at the hem of your pants, you're not sure Michelle was going to tell you anything until you two had a little intimate time together.