Lady Grey's Costume Buffet (Patreon)

Hey folks!

Man, we're well into the time of the year where it gets dark super early now. It always messes with my routines - apparently, I'm solar powered as well as nocturnal. Not sure who to blame for this, but it certainly can't be me, right?

Ah well. This week, enjoy the return of a familiar pair of heroines, as they investigate an abandoned fast food joint that deeefinitely isn't familiar at all, don't know what you're talking about. I'm sure nothing sinister or transformative is stalking these halls at al!

Have fun!

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“I can’t believe this place was ever successful. How did people not look at it and run screaming?”

“Well, old chum, it didn’t always look like such a ruin. I’m sure it was a lot cleaner when the restaurant was in full operation. Probably much less rust, and I’m sure they kept the roof mostly intact.”

“Well, yeah…”

Grey’s was one of the biggest fast-food chains in the country, promising ‘out of this world food at light speed’. Each franchise was a ‘restaurant’ inspired entirely around science fiction, aliens, starships, cyber space, all of that kind of stuff. They really went in on their theming, too. The lights were all shaped like flying saucers, and the booths were supposed to be themed like you were on the bridge of some alien fighter (which apparently translated into ‘shaped like triangles’, which couldn’t be very convenient for you to balance your food on them).

‘Abducting the finest fast food in the universe straight to your plate’ was a cringy tagline at best, and they’d slapped it on everything, the posters, the walls, the menus… Of course, said menus revealed a fairly standard selection of food, mostly pizza and milkshakes, though a lot of it had been coloured green.

To Mimic Gimmick, shapeshifting sidekick extraordinaire, it looked disgusting, but hey, people still bought it, so what did she know? The mighty alien heroine Blue Blazer, her proud mentor, certainly didn’t seem to mind the stuff.

Of course, that had been before this particular branch had been revealed as the hidden lair of the supervillain Costumed Criminal (which was, quite possibly, the worst name of all time) and the ensuing super hero battle had utterly wrecked the place. Now the floor was cracked, the roof had a massive hole in it, the counter had been smashed, and the power had been cut. The place was a wreck, and it had been for a while.

“But even before it looked like this, it was still gross, y’know?” The brown-haired shapeshifter gestured around as she picked and squeezed her way around the obstacles covering the floor. “And we’ve met aliens now. Aren’t places like this kind of… y’know?”

Blue Blazer blinked at her, her antennae twitching in confusion. “Kind of what?”

Mimic stared at her mentor - the towering blue, four-armed, blonde beauty. For a long moment, she considered various ways of trying to clarify her point, before settling for an awkward “Never mind. Do you see anything? I know your senses are a bit sharper than mine…”

The alien avenger shook her head. “Nothing too suspicious. Some signs of people having come through here recently, but that’s to be expected. I think most of the traces indicate they all headed deeper in.”

“Of course they did.” The brunette in orange rolled her eyes. “Why wouldn’t you go poking about in an old supervillain lair? What could possibly go wrong? Urban explorers, I swear…”

That was why they were out here. This entire building had been cordoned off for months after Costume Criminal’s arrest (his new costume had a bright orange vibe. Mimic approved!) but actually cleaning out old lairs was a difficult and highly specialised job. One with a long waiting list. It could be years before a proper team could deal with it. Until then, there had been some quick inspections to for anything dangerous looking, and then it had just been sealed off.

Entering places like this was a criminal offense, obviously, but to determined explorers and parkour experts, that meant as much as saying downloading music was illegal. They didn’t care they were breaking the law – not until they started disappearing, anyway. Then, suddenly, it was a big concern.

Sometimes the worst part of the hero job was the fact that you couldn’t just leave people to lay in the beds that they themselves had made. Saving them was kind of non-optional. Oh well.

So far, four people had been reported as missing inside this building. Blue Blazer and Mimic Gimmick had been the ones sent to investigate, and hopefully find them alive. With any luck, they were just stuck somewhere harmless, or maybe cowering from some scary bit of old tech. But if they’d activated some old traps or security systems, then things might be dangerous. And there was always the possibility that there might be something more sinister afoot…

Well, that was why the superheroes were here! Between the two of them, Mimic had absolutely no doubts that they could handle anything a two-bit criminal ‘mastermind’ could have cooked up.

“Let’s head deeper, then,” the shapeshifter sighed. “We won’t be finding them out here.”

“No, it seems not.” Blue Blazer shook her head. “Their curiosity must have pulled them further in. I can only hope they fared better than earth’s felines in such situations…”

Mimic paused for a moment to process what her mentor had just said, before rolling her eyes. “Uh, sure thing, BB. I think I saw a way further in that wasn’t blocked by rubble over there…”

Unsurprisingly for a supervillain’s former lair, the place was a lot bigger than the front implied. The ‘Employees Only’ doors led to metal staircases down, and those led to lengthy underground tunnels that could only be the first sections of an entire underground complex.

It was dark, lit up only by the torches that the duo had brought with them. The power had long been cut. Lights, doors, even the ventilation was inactive. That hopefully wouldn’t be too much of a concern…

No, the real concern was how quiet it was. The tunnels were dead silent as the two heroes climbed down into their depths. There should have been some noise, the scurrying of rats, the settling of stone, but no, not a sound.

“Anything?” Mimic looked to her mentor, trying not to sound too concerned – but the blue woman just sighed.

“Nothing,” she admitted, her antennae twitching. “Costume Criminal must have designed this place with sound proofing in mind.”

“Mm.” Well, that made sense for an evil lair. “Well, hopefully this isn’t a bad sign for our missing people.”

“Hopefully.” BB nodded, but increased her pace all the same. “Let’s move quickly.”

It wasn’t long before they found their next obstacle. With the power out, the doors down here were sealed tight – and they were thick, metal doors, at that. There was only one doorway that stood open, so, that was the first one they investigated.

Well, it was half open, at least. It still needed a helping hand from BB, but fortunately she had four of those. Soon, it slid aside to reveal a small room, almost claustrophobic room, mostly consisting of a wall of small television screens, as well as a few lockers on the back wall, and a single seat placed in the middle of it all.

“A security station, maybe?” BB pondered as she looked it all over. “Seems a little out-dated, but functional enough. It’s a shame that the power is out. If the cameras were actually working, then we could use them to try and find our missing explorers. It would save us a great deal of time…”

Mimic nodded, still looking around – and then her eyes were drawn to a poster on the back wall. “Oh, hey, is that a map of the place?”

It was. The entire secret facility, documented completely on the wall of the first room they thought to check. Yep, Costume Criminal was absolutely living up to his name, wasn’t he? But the map wasn’t just a good excuse to mock an idiot – it also gave the shapeshifter an interesting idea.

“Huh,” she said, stretching her neck over to examine the poster closely. “You know, the generators aren’t too far away. We could probably turn them back on, if we wanted. Then we could use the cameras as much as we want.”

Her mentor raised an eyebrow, studying the map as well. “Interesting. It might be dangerous, though. We could reactivate whatever defences Costume Criminal left down here as well, and who knows what kinds of fiendish traps the villain may have left for us?”

The two looked at each other for a long moment, straight faced, before they both burst into laughter.

“Oh, but seriously,” BB continued, wiping at her eyes. “You stay here. I’ll go see if I can find those generators, and once I get them turned on you let me know if all of these monitors boot up.”

“Can do, boss!” The sidekick saluted, and waited politely for her mentor to leave, before jumping into the swivel chair and kicking her feet up. Hey, if she was going to be on overwatch for this job, she may as well get comfy, right? “Ahhh, this is the life…”

“You do know I can still hear you, right old friend?”

“Gah!” Mimic almost jolted out of her chair, wobbling unsteadily for a few moments before stretching her arms out and bracing against the walls to rebalance. “I mean, uh, of course I do, boss, don’t be silly!”

This far underground their communicators were a bit crackly, but they still functioned. Whoops, she’d forgotten she had that turned on. It was a good thing, definitely, but ahah, man, she’d nearly jumped out of her skin…

“Well good,” her mentor’s static-brushed voice continued, “because I believe I have found the generators. Hold on a second, they may need a few zaps to get them going again…”

There was a lengthy pause, during which the shapeshifting sidekick tried to get her heartrate under control, and then the lights began to flicker back on. There was a whir from above as the ventilation fans began to spin once more. And in front of her, right before her very eyes, one by one the monitors started to snap on, a spreading wave of pixels and static spreading across the stacks, slowly building to a view of the whole facility.

“Wow, yeah, we’re in business!” Mimic clapped as she leaned forward to scan through the screens. “I can see everything from here. Even you, Boss!”

Yep, there was Blue Blazer, on the screen in the middle right. She was stood next to what must have been the generator control panel, looking up towards the camera. Her mentor grinned, her lower left-hand waving, before she turned towards the door.

“Excellent,” BB’s voice crackled over the comm. “Then do you see any sign of our unfortunate explorers?”

“Hmm…” Well that was the million-dollar question, wasn’t it? Mimic frowned as she browsed through the various monitors. Despite her claims, she couldn’t literally see everything on these cameras – most of the corridors weren’t monitored (nor was this security officed, now that she thought of it) but a lot of the various rooms were.

And man, there were a lot of rooms down here. There was the armoury, the minion barracks, the cafeteria, three separate kitchens, four labs, and, like, five different ones labelled ‘Costume Storage’, which… Well, was pretty on brand for someone called Costume Criminal, she had to admit.

Searching through them all was going to take a lot of-

“Ah!” Mimic’s head shot up to one of the monitors in the third row. “I see something! Looks like a hiker’s backpack on the floor of the cafeteria. I think it was dropped recently – it doesn’t fit with anything else down there, and it looks like it’s disturbed the dust on the floor.”

“I see.” The amazonian alien nodded on the screen. “Unfortunate that it’s not one of the missing themselves, but perhaps we can find a trail. I believe I remember the way there from the map. I’ll head over and start searching. You keep looking for any other signs.”

The shapeshifter was already looking through more of the screens, trying to give each one the benefit of a keen-eyed examination. “Way ahead of you, boss. I’ll let you know if I see anything else.”

Another nod, and then BB was off. Mimic could track some of her progress through the underground lair whenever she passed through a camera’s field of view, but that wasn’t as often as you’d expect. God, this place had so many blind spots. What kind of person thought this was an acceptable level of security?

Probably the same kind of person who thought Costume Criminal was a good name. Yeah, no, actually this did make a certain amount of sense, didn’t it? Well that was just-

Huh?

“Hey, BB?” Mimic tapped her communicator, peering at one of the screens. “Are you anywhere near the east lab?”

“The east lab? No, I don’t believe so. Did you see something?”

“Hm.” The sidekick squinted, before shaking her head. “No, probably nothing…”

For a second, she’d thought she’d seen movement, a quick blur as she was looking somewhere else. But now there was nothing in there, just some weird science equipment, a couple of big machines she couldn’t hope to guess the purpose of, and a rack filled with costumes, because those were very much this supervillain’s thing. And this collection was particularly stupid looking, since…

Hey, hold on a second. Had that costume been there before?

The hero leaned in, peering at the screen. There, on the end of the rack, was a costume she didn’t recognise. It was one of those full body ones, as most of them were, that you were supposed to zip yourself into. She thought she recognised it, actually – the mascot of Grey’s, the human-looking alien scientist ‘dedicated to finding the most delicious meal in every quadrant’, Lady Grey herself. She’d always seemed like a pretty spooky design, honestly – those big black eyes, fuzzy grey skin, wore a big white lab coat, weirdly curvy, always holding a ray gun or something… Those things could be pretty threatening in this line of work!

Well, no big deal.

She wasn’t sure why it stood out to her. It must have been there before. It must have been.

Mimic shook her head, finally dismissing her discomfort as paranoia, and returned to looking through all the security feeds. But now all she could see was more paranoia fuel! Movement out of the corner of her eye, shapes that always seemed to vanish as she spun around to look. Costumes appearing or disappearing whenever she looked away. Cameras flickering, lights spluttering…

She was starting to feel unsettled.

It was a relief when she finally saw Blue Blazer return to her view, walking into the cafeteria and looking around. “Is this the place?”

“That’s the one, BB,” the sidekick replied. “The backpack’s just behind that table over there. And, uh, hey, have you seen anything… weird, out there?”

“Weird?” The mighty maiden stepped around the table and knelt to examine the fallen bag. “You mean, beyond the norm for a defeated villain’s lair?”

“Mm, not that weird, no.” Mimic shrugged. “But I keep thinking I see- Look out!”

Her warning came just in time. The handy hero spun around at the last moment, jumping back and barely managing to evade a grab from the shadow that Mimic had spotted. The strange, shambling creature had been hiding under one of the tables, using the bag as bait. And now it was out, illuminated by the flickering lights of the cafeteria, both women could see it was a…

“C-costume…?!?”

Yes, looming out of the darkness was an empty robot costume, its zipper hanging open and its body unfilled. It had buttons on its silver chest, a whisk for an arm, and square glowing red eyes that looked particularly malicious in the shadows.

Oh. Oh! OH!

Damnit, of course that was what Costume Criminal had left behind! Animated costume minions were entirely on brand. Did they work by magic? Advanced tech? Gah, who cared, the stupid things were alive and trying to ambush BB!

“There’s more!” Mimic called as she watched other shadows slide out from under the tables, with more starting to lurch in through the doors. There must have been dozens of the things, robots, cyber demons, weird spiky virus things, and more than a few suits that had to be copyright infringements… All of them empty, their zippers stretching like open maws.

Blue Blazer hissed, rising up to float in the air, power gathering around her hands. “Can you see where they’re coming from?”

Mimic’s gaze zipped through dozens of monitors. The costume in the lab was gone, of course, she’d need to keep an eye out for that one – but now it looked like these things had abandoned all subtlety. They were everywhere! Crawling along the walls, shambling over the floors, hanging from the ceilings… And all of them seemed to be closing in on BB’s location.

“Uh – god there’s so many… Hold on.” She bit her lip, trying to go as quickly as she could. Ah! There! “I see something! At the back of the third costume storage room. Looks like an industrial sewing machine? Someone’s turned it back on and it’s pumping these guys out…”

Honestly, it looked more like someone had smashed four looms together and added a dozen mechanical arms to the whole thing. It was a monstrosity of engineering, and it was going full tilt, new costumes crawling out every few seconds. Yeah, this was the kind of thing you’d expect from Costume Criminal.

“Very well.” Blue Blazer thrust out her hand, firing an energy blast that knocked the costume horde back. “I shall make my way there and destroy it. Then we’ll work out how to contain these creatures. Mimic, you make sure you stay safe.” Her eyes flicked to the camera. “I’ll need your guidance to tell me how to avoid as many of them as I can.”

“Got it, boss!” The shapeshifter nodded, glancing over her shoulder. The door to her security office was sealed tight. According to the sign next to it, the lock would only open if she hit the switch, or if the power went out (for safety reasons) so unless something happened to the generators she’d be fine. “Looks like you can head through the kitchens, I don’t think there’s many in there.”

“Understood.” BB nodded, already moving. A hero of her calibre wasn’t going to be threatened by a bunch of fuzz lined binbags, no matter how many of them there were! Mimic was already looking for the best route through the building to her destination. It was tricky, given how she didn’t have any eyes on the corridors of the facility, but as long as she didn’t have any other blind spots then it shouldn’t be too much trouble…

There was a clunk from overhead. Huh? Wait, was something in the ven-?

She looked up, only to find a giant round shadow dropping straight down onto her head. “Wha-Mmph!”

Something grey and fuzzy slammed down onto her shoulders, enveloping her head completely. Startled, her communicator slipped from her fingers as she lifted her hands to protect herself, and went clattering over the floor. She had slightly more important things to focus on than that, though, because the instant darkness closed over her, something snapped down around her face – some kind of eye mask? A visor, maybe?

She got her answer a moment later, when bright purple light lit up in front of her, filling her vision. A twisting, swirling, spiralling pattern that felt all too familiar to the heroine.

Visor it was, then.

Headphones too, as they clamped down around her ears a moment later, bombarding her brain with a jaunty advertising jingle for fast food – laden with crackling subliminals, of course. She could feel them battering her brain, softening it up…

But Mimic Gimmick was no dainty damsel – she was a hero! Sure, she may have only been a sidekick, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t kick plenty of ass. Her shapeshifting powers gave her no end of strength and flexibility. If anything, she was the worst one to pick a fight with between her and Blue Blazer!

She went into action immediately, trying to rip whatever was on her head off. Her hands found soft felt – a hood? A helmet? Didn’t matter – she needed it off! Mimic’s muscles bulged as she pumped them up, her body stretching as she tried to pull herself free. But the fabric was latched on tight, refusing to let her go, almost as if… a-as if…

Her thoughts stumbled, tripping over themselves as another blast of purple light pumped in through her eyes. Her grip loosened for a second, before tightening again. N-no! She needed to get this thing off of her, right now, before-! B-before… Uh… Before something, um…

Static crackled in her ears before the jingle started playing again. “To the galaxy’s favourite diner, you’d best make tracks! Lady Grey’s got you covered, so just relax~”

Relax relax relax… Ugh, n-no, she-

Pulse!

Ooohhh…

The brunette’s eyes spun with reflected purple light, her jaw starting to drop. Weakly, she continued to struggle, but her body was slipping back into regular human form as her concentration wavered. Soft, fuzzy arms wrapped around her, something metallic sliding over her shoulder. Something with a bumpy surface, with lots of little gaps…

… A zipper?

Oh no. No no no n-!

Pulse!

Mmn… Ah, what had she just been… thinking about… again….?

Mimic’s body slackened, her arms falling limp, just in time for them to gently be scooped up and threaded into the waiting arms of the costume wrapping itself around her, its head already planted over her own. She startled a little as her legs were pulled in, lifted over the zipper cusp, but another round of the jingle got her settled again. “To the galaxy’s favourite diner, you’d best make tracks! Lady Grey’s got you covered, so just relax~”

“Lady… gry’s... go’me… cuvured…” The brunette drunkenly giggled as the grey alien costume wrapped around her, zipper slowly sliding closed. “So… jus’…”

Zzzzzip!

Mimic Gimmick vanished from the world as the costume sealed her in, the zipper vanishing as it closed up. The grey felt shrank inwards, becoming skin tight. Inside it all, the mindless Mimic felt like she was melting. If she’d been more aware, she might have wondered where all of this heat was coming from, why she felt so fluid and flexible, why she couldn’t tell anymore where she ended and the costume began…

But it didn’t really look like a costume anymore. Fuzzy felt was becoming smooth grey skin. A stitched on lab coat shimmered as it became a real item of clothing. Curves jiggled as they inflated up, becoming round and bouncy. Black eyes blinked as they shifted from plastic to optical organ.

And Lady Grey stretched, flicking her silver hair back over her shoulder and adjusting her lab coat. Ah, it was good to be herself, at last. And just in time, too! Oh dear, her galactic restaurant was in a terrible state. Oh, those rotten heroes had clearly gone far too far this time.

Well, Lady Grey had it covered. She’d fix this place right up, ready for Master Costume to return! Juuuust as soon as she dealt with this intruder she was watching on the screens…

“Mimic?” The blue buffoon’s voice called over the communicator on the floor. “I’ve reached the kitchens. Where should I head next?”

The alien scientist scanned the security feed for a moment, and then smirked. Bending down to pluck the communicator off the floor, she reached into one of her lab-coat pockets and pulled out a small phone-like device with a touch screen, which she tapped with her thumb.

“I see a path through the food storage area!” Mimic Gimmick’s voice played out, synthesised with perfect accuracy thanks to advanced alien tech. “Head that way.”

“Understood.” The multi-armed menace nodded to the cameras, and then, like a fool, did exactly as she was bidden, flying off towards food storage. Never considered for even a moment that she might be floating right into a trap. Ah, heroes. Why did they have to make it so easy? Ah well.

A sway in her hips, the lab-coat wearing alien mascot opened the door and strutted out of the security office. This wouldn’t take long.

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Blue Blazer was confused. The further she got into food storage, the further it seemed to take her away from her destination. She’d gotten a pretty good idea of the layout of this lair from the map, and she’d thought that the costume room she was heading to was in the other direction. But obviously, she trusted her sidekick wholeheartedly. Mimic was a smart woman, she knew what she was doing – even if the evidence was starting to mount that she’d given some bad advice on this occasion…

Maybe there’d be a passage or something through this next set of doors…

But instead, the mighty maiden found herself in a dead end. A bizarre one, filled with a tall metal machine that stretched from floor to ceiling. It was a long device, easily big enough to walk a crowd through, in a form that kind of reminded her of a car wash, though without any of the scrubbers. Instead, it contained a massive web of transparent plastic tube, filled with a mysterious white liquid…

Frowning, BB’s eyes followed one line of tubes back to their origin – they led to some kind of stall towards the back of the machine. Cautiously, she floated in, getting just close enough to peer inside. Her eyes widened.

“Mimic, I think I may have found what happened to our missing explorers,” she muttered into her communicator. “Hopefully we can find a way to undo this…”

In the stall, she could see a human sized figure, bent over, with her arms bound by restraints, held up over her head. But humans, as far as she knew, didn’t have breasts that big, twice, or perhaps even three times the size of the woman’s head, nor did they have four of them like this figure seemed to. The black and white patterned fur was also something of a giveaway, as were the tail and horns.

No, this creature reminded her more of those animals humans were so fond of. What were they called? Bovines? Something like that. This person looked as if they’d been turned into some sort of bovine-woman hybrid of some sort – and, judging by the woman’s blissed out expression, she didn’t seem to mind. Perhaps that had something to do with the pumps suctioned tightly onto her teats, currently drawing that white, creamy fluid out and sending it off down the tubes…

The sound of movement caught her ear, and the hued heroine spun around. Another costume had slithered out of whatever corner it had been hiding in - A black and white bovine one. Perhaps one like it was responsible for whatever had happened to the poor woman in the machine.

Well, unfortunately for this one, Blue Blazer wasn’t such an easy catch. Glaring, she raised one hand, charging up another energy blast…

Zzzaap!

… Only to be struck from the side by a shot of green light! Energy crackled around her, locking her muscles and stealing her momentum. She was frozen in place. The power around her palm fizzled out.

Her antennae twitched. Footsteps, coming from the door. Out of the corner of her eye, BB could just about make out a busty woman with grey skin and a white coat. An alien, like her? But she didn’t recognise her as a member of any species she’d ever encountered out amongst the stars (well, maybe those weirdos from the Orion nebula…)

“Now now,” the new arrival giggled, spinning her ray gun around her fingers before holstering it. “I’m afraid I can’t let you damage any more of the merchandise.”

The frozen female glared, straining her muscles with all of her considerable might to move even slightly. “You’re-!”

“Oop!” A grey finger pressed against her lips, silencing her. “Sorry, intruder – I don’t make conversation with livestock~”

And then the grey woman bent down, and hoisted the empty black and white costume up Blue Blazer’s legs.

The helpless heroine surprised herself with a moan as a pleasant warm tingling sensation rose up her thighs wherever the strange fabric touched. The costume wrapped tightly around her, squeezing her in below while massaging her out above.

The warm tingling intensified, and then suddenly she felt a strange coolness in the soles of her feet. Or, that was what it seemed like, from where the sensation was coming from. But something was odd – the shape of the feeling was all wrong. It was round and uneven, instead of long and flat.

Straining, she managed to look down – and her eyes widened.

There, down below incredibly thick Holstein thighs that she didn’t remember possessing, was not her familiar blue feet, but rather a pair of thick brown cloven hooves, resting on the metal floor. She could feel the cold radiating up through them and into her. Twitching, she could even see them jostle.

“You dare-Ah!”

The costume rose higher, hungrily enveloping her hips and hugging in tight. Warmth surged inside her, and the half-covered heroine could only watch, biting her lip, as her ass swelled outwards to an incredibly hearty thickness. Her cheeks bounced firmly with extra fat – and, judging by the odd swishing sensation she felt behind her, she had just sprouted a tail.

The warmth brewing inside her now made her gasp, just in time for her to feel it rise up over her lungs as the black and white costume rose up over her chest. The grey woman was behind her now, steering her arms around to slide them under the wave of fabric. Much as she wanted to resist, her muscles still refused to move, and she was force to feel as her four arms were delightfully melded into two as the costume curled around them, capping them off with clumsy, thick fingered hands.

But that was nothing compared to the feeling as the zipper began to rise, tightening around her belly and abs. It was like she was a tube of toothpaste, being squished in around the middle, and all of her mass had to go somewhere…

Zzzzzip!

… Which it did, as her chest surged outwards, a long, wailing moan parting from her lips as she felt herself grow. Her breasts puffed up beneath the suit, easily growing to fill the space that had been provided for them with generously sized udder sacks – four of them. And it seemed her flesh had no problem complying with the new doubling of demand.

Soon, the fuzz of the costume was feeling a lot like her skin, and the not-so-Blue Blazer was finding herself weighed down by the four heavy breasts on her chest, each as large as her head. The costume had risen to her neck, its hood resting around her shoulders, very little of her original self left.

But she still had plenty of defiance left in her. “You’ll never get… away with this….!” She gasped, glaring at the grey woman who’d done this to her.

If the restaurant mascot cared at all, she didn’t show it. “My, that’s quite the vocabulary for a cow. There’s only one word you need to know from now on, dear. Care to give it a try?”

She grabbed the hood before BB could respond, yanking it up over her head. Purple light slammed into her eyes, her ears flooding with subliminals as the last of the alien amazon’s form began to merge with her costume…

Fwump!

And her udders immediately doubling in size as the helpless heroine’s brain liquified, turning to milk in an instant and plunging down to drip from her teats. BB’s jaw went slack, her head going empty, before the costume head became her true face, a cute little blonde cow girl with small horns poking up through her hair, and the most vapid eyes one could imaging staring out of her face.

“MMMMOOOOOOO!!!” She bellowed as milk squirted from all four breasts. Her eyes rolled up in her head, tongue lolling helplessly, utterly lost in the pleasant, mindless delight of what she’d become.

Lady Grey smiled, petting her head and jingling the cowbell that formed on her collar.

“That’s a good girl~” she said, leading the blonde into the machine, towards an empty milking slot. “Let’s get you properly hooked up so you can keep pumping out milkshakes, hm?”

“Mmooooo~”

“I thought you’d say that.”

It was always fun to abduct another cow. But now that the intruder was taken care of, she couldn’t just hang around. She had a restaurant to tidy up. What would her master say if she left it looking like a ruin, hm? But not to worry – she was on the case now.

“To the galaxy’s favourite diner, you’d best make tracks! Lady Grey’s got you covered, so just relax~”