(Wh... what did you do to me?) Michelle thinks, unable to speak.
(Us, honey. I've merged with your body now, and I have no intention of ever separating, so you'd best start thinking of us as one unit.)
(Okay, fine. What did you do to us?)
(I felt my control over our body waning, so I put us in a position to be found. Shh! Listen, do you hear it? Somebody's coming!)
Sure enough, heavy, plodding footsteps lumber toward the changing room. In their peripheral vision, Michelle/Cynthia can see a fairly large man, but something's off about him. Beside from the fact that he's incredibly hairy and mostly naked, there are small horns protruding from his forehead and his feet are definitely hooves. They'd imagine that his large, wide nose and thick lips were normal, but judging by his noticeably bovine features, they figure it's part of whatever happened to him in the Milk Bar.
"Can't believe I already gotta get a new pair of pants, damn cow waitresses and their... helLO, what have we here?" he stops muttering as he drops a handful of clothes onto the hanger and examines Michelle/Cynthia closely. "I think I recognize you. You were the girl whose friend blew up all over her! You're pretty..."
His lips turn up in a wide grin as he disrobes the rest of the way and lifts the nearly weightless girl up. "And you can't do a thing to stop me, can you?"
(Cynthia, do something! Save us! I can't move!) Michelle thinks, in a panic as the young man slobbers with his bovine tongue all over their face.
(Can't... too exhausted... we're not strong enough anyway...)
(No, no, no I do not want to be raped by a bull man, I do... not...)
It's too late. He plunges into them with vigor, and their rubber body squeaks in protest. Were they more sensitive a material, they'd probably feel pain, but they do not. They just feel discomfort.
"Yeah, that's right, I'm the big bull now and you can't... can't... what..." The bull pauses, and looks down at the girls confusedly. "What are you doing to me?"
(Doing? We're doing nothing! Get off) Michelle wants to scream, but she has no voice. Cynthia remains silent, but Michelle gets the impression that her consciousness has passed out.
The bull man shudders, and soon wrinkles appear on his face.
"Aghh!" he writhes in pain, and the wrinkles spread across his body. Desperately, he tries to pull out, but to no avail, he's firmly stuck. His massive body slowly begins to shrivel and what would be screams of agony are harsh raspings.
Only now do Michelle/Cynthia feel anything. An intake of warmth, of vitality. A soft pink liquid fills their hollow body up partially, and after some time, the withered, mummified husk of the bull man collapses to the floor, dead.
Michelle/Cynthia stand now, staring down at their unintended victim with satisfaction. To test out, they move their right arm, and it waves about with ease.
"Did we just...? Yes we did, Michelle. Oh, glad to see you've woken up, finally. Well, I was exhausted. And while you were exhausted, Cynthia, we just killed a man. He brought it upon himself, I say. Whatever, we feel so wonderful, don't we? We can move! Freely!"
They step out of the dressing room, and look about the store. The shoppers don't as shocked as they'd expect a bunch of people looking at a naked rubber woman would be, but the girls shrug it off and walk along out of the store and into the night air. They're sure that the corpse will be found soon, but they don't care. It wasn't their fault.
"Ah, we can feel again," they say as the cool night air whisps across their body. "So, do you think we should do that again? Yes, we absolutely have to. We need more. We must have more. We must be full. I agree, Cynthia. So... where shall we find our next lover? Victim, you mean, or maybe prey. Ooh, prey. Yes, I like that. Where do we go to find our next prey?"