“Whoa,” the you Galactic Guardian uttered in shocked disbelief, her voice having dropped a good two or three octaves as a result of her transformation, “what’s happened to m-MOOOOOOOO?” she queried, only to clasp her now hoof-like hands over her mouth in surprise at her unexpected and involuntary bovine vocalisation.
“Yeah, a Bovinian’s milk’ll do that to you,” smiled Beatrixo knowingly.
“Huh?” said Betty, perplexed.
“Betty, meet Mavis,” said Beatrixo, gently patting the bovine-looking creature whose udder the younger Galactic Guardian had just drunk from. “She’s a Bovinian from the planet Bovinia 3. Their milk has transformative powers, you see, and can cause weight gain, especially in non-Bovinians. Guess I should’ve told you all this before, shouldn’t I?”
“It’s OK, Granny. I actually kinda like being a fat hu-OOOOOO-man-alien cow hybrid,” replied Betty, giggling slightly at her lowing asshe pulled her grandmother into a reassuring embrace. “Say, how did a Bovinian end up on Earth in the first place?”
“Oh, Mavis and I go way back,” said Beatrixo as if she were reminiscing about an old friend. “I rescued her from a ravenous Subterranean Predabeast back in the day. Her entire herd had been killed and I could hardly just leave her there, could I? She was just a calf at the time! So I took her back to Earth with me and she’s been living here on the farm with me ever since.”
It was at this point that Mavis lumbered up to Betty and gave her a long, loving, almost motherly lick across her now cow-like muzzle, prompting much giggling in delight from the blubbery human-Bovinian hybrid.
“Ooh, I think she likes you!” Beatrixo squealed in excitement, just as Betty…