"What do you mean by that statement. You have taken away my family." says King Garon as he tries to keep his composure.
"I am a firm believer in family values. You, as their father and husband, have always taken care of your family. I dare not break that bond that you have with them. You shall be able to take care of them. Someone has to feed slops to Princess, milk Buttercup and harvest the bees' honey. That shall be you."
"What do you mean by that! I demand that..."
"Silence!"
Against King Garon's will, he shuts up.
"As the milk maid of this castle, you shall never address me unless you are called upon to speak. Do you understand, maid?"
"Yes, your majesty." is the only thing that King Garon could make himself say.
"Now I shall give you a new form that will better suit your status and occupation, maid."
King Garon loses a foot and a half in height but still gains weight. His hips expands, stomach bulges and heavy, drooping breasts pulls down his chest. His hair grows long and changes to a chestnut brown with streaks of grey. Soon his hair is waist long and forms into a long braid. The hair ends up being half grey. The king's face becomes round with a double chin and jowls hanging from his jaws. After a few minutes, what was once a grand royal figure is now a short, plump middle aged milk maid dressed in a tattered dress.
"Gayla, you are here to report to your duties. Tell me what you duties are."
The stout milk maid relies, "Your majesty, I am to slop my daughter, Princess and harvest and slaughter her piglets when she give birth. I am to feed and milk my daughter, Buttercup and care for her calves until it is time to slaughter or sell them. I am also to harvest the honey that my wife and son's colony makes. And when you are to feed upon the labors of my family, I am to put on a fine maid's outfit and serve you personally, my Queen."
"You are correct about your services. Do you remember who you were, maid?"
Gayla replies, "Yes, mistress. I was the lord of this land. The cow, sow and bees in my care were my royal family. We displeased and you were the more powerful entity. Now it is my duty and pleasure to care for my family, such as you made us."
"Come now, maid. You still have a purpose. While Princess is too stupid to remember her human life, the others still remember. Just that the bees are not able to communicate with you. But you still have Buttercup. You used to be worried able her being able to find happiness. Now, you will find that she is happy to be in her field, chewing her cud. And you should find contentment as a plump, old milk maid. Perhaps you can find a husband with your considerable charms. I shall be happy be feed by the fruits of my conquered foes. Go now, peasant. Your children needs your care."
"Yes, my Queen."