Let Michelle take the lead

"Well, Michelle..." You looked at her sexy body, seeing just enough of Kim to be recognizable even with all of Chloe's influence on her form. "I suppose I'll defer to you on what to do next. I'm not really sure what you--"

Michelle didn't wait, as she leaned in for a big, long, loving kiss. It felt familiar as she locked lips with you, wrapping her arms around your body. This was how Kim used to kiss you when you first met, when everything was fresh and energetic. It wasn't something Chloe could simply replicate, you just could tell in the subtle movements that Chloe wasn't using another trick to only pretend like they had fused.

As you broke away and looked into Michelle's eyes, you studied her carefully. She smiled at you, a hopeful expression. "You're really just okay with all this? It's just that easy after you two combined?"

"There's nothing easy about this," Michelle said, as she slipped out of your grip, strolling away toward the kitchen as her hips swayed a bit. "I'm still a flurry of emotions at the moment, I'm not fully sure what thoughts are coming from where. Everything's pretty dulled, however... I can say that it's not really like two minds are fighting it out, like what I expected. It's not oil and water up here." She tapped her head. "It's more like my brain went through a blender. I could tell you for sure that my thoughts about you a day ago, from Kim's side, were just about how she was content but unexcited, and it's not that she didn't love you, she just didn't prioritize you. And then the other side, what a rush, Chloe just could not stop thinking about you, she was absolutely obsessed with this idea of being a part of Kim for you since you turned her down. Which, by the way, was the right move, I'll say that right now, at least half of me appreciates that you weren't in on the scheme."

You waited patiently as Michelle dug into the pantry, pulling out a bag of dried apricots for a snack, one of her usual healthy choices. "Now, though, it's like... both sides have been brought together, not averaging out but mixing in unique ways to influence the other side. I'm not so infatuated by you that I think of nothing else--sorry to say." She winks at you. "But also, I'm not indifferent toward the path our relationship takes. I'm in fact feeling really invested now, like I realize there has been a lot of neglect for our closeness and intimacy... and I think I now have all the tools to fix it."

She clearly demonstrated what she meant by 'tools' when she strolled back to you, pushing her newly-crafted body against yours, so her breasts were on clear display pressed against you when you looked down. She eats another apricot, but then she smiles. "I'm also a mixture of artist and scientist now, so I think I can develop creative, yet practical, solutions to our needs. I'm sort of superhuman this way, you know, the slime still lets me do things other people aren't capable of. I don't have to only look like this, but I think this makes sense for my new normal, yeah?"

She leans into kiss you again, remnants of her fruity meal left on her lips as you kissed. Her hands slid around behind you, lifting your shirt up and over you as much as she could muster until you two had to break the kiss for her to continue. "I'm going to show you a good time, Logan, and I'm going to show myself a good time. You and I are going to have an exciting evening together." Michelle smiled up at you, a mixture of delight and mischief in her expression. "And then tomorrow, I need to figure out what to do about going into work, since there's no more Dr. Walker..."

You didn't even realize that you were asking Chloe to make such a big change when you demanded the fusion, thinking only about how Kim would be affected. But Kim stayed at home, painted her art to sell--usually it just sat, even though you thought she was plenty talented--or roamed outdoors, finding new spots to explore but not earning much income at all. Chloe, however, had a doctorate, a career, a reputation. Everything was altered solely so she could have this chance to be with you.

Michelle didn't seem to mind any of that, though. The way she described the problem at hand made it sound like it was any run of the mill issue to troubleshoot later. For now, though, she grabbed you by the hem of your pants, and began to tug you toward the bedroom, taking the initiative to have a little fun while you tagged along for whatever Michelle had in mind.