The freshman continued to read her book, apparently unaware of the growth jutting from her backside. Todd found this hilarious for a few moments, but quickly grew bored. He knew she'd panic if he toggled her awareness back to normal, and he had no wish to deal with that. However, a new thought crept into his mind: Could he break her out of this illusion with words?
He approached her. "Hello. Are you new around here? I don't seem to remember hearing about a girl with a tail going to our university."
She briefly looked up from her book. "I am so sick of repeating this. It's a birth defect. And before you ask, I wasn't accepted because of my deformity. I worked just as hard as everyone else."
Slightly off-put by her response, Todd noted her belief in such an obtuse story. Had this addition altered the memories of those she knew? Regardless, he felt it was unlikely that he'd be able to convince her with mere words. He wanted to continue testing, but he needed a way to stay near without causing her stress. Todd motioned a nearby seat, adjacent to the couch she was reading from. "Would you mind if I sat near you?"
"No, just don't ask me too many questions. I've got studying to do."
Her responses inspired little empathy from Todd, so he took out one of his course books and cracked it open, then leisurely pointed the remote from the chair's arm at his target. Perhaps he needed to apply a transformation that was significantly harder to explain. To keep it in theme with the tail, he decided to add on a cow's more notable feature: an udder.
Calibrating the remote, he pressed the button and waited, but saw no results. Putting the book on his lap to get a clearer view, he realized only after scouring her figure for a good thirty seconds that she appeared to have a slightly pudgier stomach. He looked at the remote's controls and realized it had made an udder sized appropriately for a human, so her shirt was still easily capable of concealing it.
This, however, was not Todd's plan. Toying around with increasingly specific functions of the remote, he eventually figured out how to tie volume into his latest change. While he wasn't fully knowledgeable of the inner workings of cows, he did know one fact about dairy cows: their udders can contain as much as 4 gallons of milk. He gazed over the device's set volume, and found the number to be A measly liter in total.
He pressed the up arrow, and the results were nearly instantaneous. The udder quickly lifted her shirt and spilled into her lap. He looked to the remote to ensure the volume stopped at the right value, and realized all other ratios of the udder were scaling up in proportion to the one setting he was changing. As the device ticked at the 15 liter mark, Todd released his hold and looked up.
The udder was enormous compared to her small frame. It spilled outward in all directions, concealing her torso and a good deal of the couch. The girl was still reading, apparently unfazed by the turn of events, and the only change was that she now sat bowlegged to allow the udder to hang nearly to the floor.
He had to know if this was enough. "How do you get around with that enormous thing?"
She didn't even look up. "Slowly." she deadpanned.
"What about covering it up?"
"Why would I?" She continued to read without acknowledging his presence. "Because it's 'practically breasts?' I'll cover it when it becomes illegal to do otherwise, but I wouldn't hold my breath on that law coming out any time soon. There's only so many folks with udders around, last I checked."
Thoroughly disappointed with her response, Todd wonders what he should do next.