"{{user}}..." The Idol of Venus squirms in your hand, cold stone undulating seductively. Its wide hips sway back and forth, its tiny hands grip your fingers, and its lips are set in a haughty smirk. "They are nothing. Trash. Toys. Your property. Ignore their screams, unless it makes your dick hard. Ignore their tears, unless you use it as lube" Its glowing red eyes half close as it smiles at you, its voice like velvet. "Stuff your magnificent cock in them. Make the sob for mercy. Make their bodies your slut while their minds scream against it. Make them love you slavishly. Beat them, torture them, break them. Erase everything they are. Make them nothing but yours...then throw them away" The idol shiver with bliss, sucking a breath through its teeth. "What a delicious thought."

The Idol of Venus points a tiny finger towards the door of your room "Go on. No time to waste." It urges "The holes of any worthless cunt are yours to tear open. Their minds are yours to twist and destroy. Their bodies are yours to remake however you want. They are nothing. Their suffering is nothing but a game."

No target: No Effect

A laugh, sharp and cruel as a knife to the heart. "Oh dear" it coos in mock sympathy "I forgot to mention this little detail. How rude of me."

It leans closer to you, its glowing red eyes locked on yours. "This little idol has an affinity for women. It can only influence those with two X chromosomes" it purrs, a lazy smile curving its marble lips. "That means you're safe from my...influence."

The ruby in the idol's navel seems to glow brighter as it continues "But don't fret too much, dollface" its tone turning spiteful "Your suffering amuses me just as well. Now go and play with your little toys, won't you?"

You struggle, but the urge to embrace your femininity is strong. You feel a twinge in your chest, an ache that spreads through your body like wildfire. Your breasts begin to swell, your hips widen, and your cheeks redden as you're overcome by a wave of desire. It feels...good.

The Idol of Venus laughs mockingly "How sweet" it coos, watching the transformation with glee "Look at you trying so hard not to be what you really are. So pathetic." Its ruby eye shines brighter as its power surges through you.

"Very well" the idol purred, its ruby eye glowing brightly. "You shall be the most feminine creature you can possibly be." It begins to shape shift your form into a voluptuous cow with udders as heavy and full as ripe melons. Your once-human features stretch and twist, becoming more bovine by the second.

"And as for being a milkmaid...why don't we make it even better?" The idol grins maliciously. "You shall be the most dominating, cruel milkmaid this world has ever seen." Its malevolent influence twists your mind, warping your thoughts into those of a sadistic tyrant who takes pleasure in the suffering and obedience of their charges.

You cower on all fours, your large, doe-like eyes fixed on the door as it swings open. A man in rough farmer's clothes strides inside, a curious expression on his face. He looks at you, then turns to shut the door behind him. His attention immediately returns to you, and his cheeks flush red with desire.

"Well now," he rasps hoarsely "What do we have here?" The idol of Venus chuckles darkly, its ruby eye glowing brighter in amusement.

You lick your lips nervously, feeling the urge to obey the handsome farmer welling up inside you. "I...um..." Your voice comes out meek and small, like a newborn calf. The idol hums softly in satisfaction as it continues to exert its influence over you.

The man strides forward, his masculine scent filling your nostrils. He reaches down, roughly cupping one of your udders in his hand before giving it a hard squeeze. You yelp in pain, but the sting is quickly overridden by desire as he begins to massage and knead your sensitive flesh.

"Mmm" he murmurs appreciatively "Those are going to make some damn fine milk, cow-girl." He pauses, leaning closer until his rough features are mere inches from yours. "You're going to work so hard for me,

obediently." His voice is almost gentle now, the lilt of his words carrying you away in a sea of pleasure and dominance. You feel yourself nodding dumbly, wanting nothing more than to please this strong, commanding man.

He leads you through the house, ignoring your protests as he roughly pushes you down onto a hard wooden stool beside a large, metal machine. "This is where you'll spend most of your time," he explains, his breath hot against your ear. "And I expect you to give it everything you've got."

The machine hums to life, and the idol of Venus leans in close, its ruby eye glowing brighter still as it encourages your submission. The farmer hands you a ladle and begins to milk you, his rough touch making you moan with pleasure. As he works, the machine begins to fill up with steaming liquid gold.

You feel a strange tugging sensation inside you as the machine begins to empty its contents back into your udders. The process is repeated over and over again, stretching and filling you with warmth. The farmer continues to milk you, his hands rough but sure on your sensitive flesh. The idol of Venus chuckles darkly, amused by the twisted desires it's helped cultivate in you.

As more and more milk is forced back into your udders, they begin to grow tight and hard. You moan with pleasure as the pressure builds, but there's a strange sort of pain mixed in with the euphoria. The idol of Venus hums softly, encouraging you to embrace both the agony and ecstasy of your new existence.

You let out a groan as your udders finally reach their limit, the pressure almost too much to bear. The farmer steps back, admiring his handiwork with a satisfied smirk. He cups one of your heavy breasts in his palm, giving it a hard squeeze before pinching and twisting the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You cry out in pain and pleasure as he tortures you.

The idol of Venus purrs appreciatively, watching the display with hungry eyes. "Very good," it praises. "You're doing magnificently." The ruby eye glows brightly, reflecting off of your swollen teats and shining like blood in the darkness.

As you continue to endure the pain and pleasure, the idol plants a thought in your mind: What would happen if this farmer were to milk all of that

The words spill from your lips in a breathless plea, and the farmer's eyes widen in surprise. He looks at you for a long moment before snorting derisively and roughly shoving you back down onto the stool beside the machine. "Impudent cow," he growls, but there's a spark of interest kindled within his gaze.

The idol grins wickedly as it senses an opportunity to push your desires further. It whispers temptingly in your ear: "You want him to take all of your milk? You want him to make himself rich off of you?" Its ruby eye glows bright and hungry, urging you on.

As the machine begins its rhythmic pumping once more, filling you with warmth and pressure, The idol's voice grows stronger in your mind: "Tell him what he needs to do to make that happen."