Though either girl would have made for an appetizing target of the newly transformed Kyle, Michelle won out. The allure of her hefty bosom had unconsciously appealed to the still-human part of Kyle's mind. He flew towards her chest like a moth to a flame, drawn in by its brilliance. He went unnoticed as he landed on the exposed skin of her left breast.
The warmth of her breast flesh was a welcome, comforting sensation. Kyle had forgotten entirely about receiving help from his sisters; at this point, all he cared about was getting a nice meal. He dug his proboscis through her flesh, squeezing a small hole into her flesh. He was greeted with the delicious taste of her blood and drank it up greedily. The rhythmic beating of her heart throbbed with each suck of his. It was invigorating, in an odd way. Invigorating enough that Kyle failed to listen to his step-sisters' increasingly relevant conversation.
"Ah, it's so nice out!" Kimberly said, rubbing her tummy.
"Yeah, the sun feels sooo good on my skin," Michelle replied.
"He he, looks like that's not the only thing on your skin, sis," Kim replied, nodding towards her sister's bosom. Michelle looked down, locking her eyes on Kyle.
"Ew, gross! Time to die, you piece of trash," she whined, raising her fist to smash Kyle out of existence.
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