"It's okay, honey. You don't have to say anything. I know what you want.", Madame continued. As Damon continued to drool, Madame touched Damon's shirt and swiped her finger to the left causing the shirt to vanish and leaving Damon's chest exposed. "Does that feel good?", Madame Illusia asked as she started to circle around Damon's nipples and tug at them. Damon tried to say something to Madame, but he could only gasp and stammer feeling the pleasure of Madame's touch. She continued to tug at Damon's nipples making them bigger before moving on to the other parts of Damon's breasts. Kneading his breasts, she pulled them out and shaped them causing them to grow larger and larger and larger until they were size K women's breasts. Afterwards, Madame Illusia then went back to pinching and squeezing and tugging Damon's nipples until they started dibbling milk of their own. She then repeated the processes two more times kneading the skin below Damon's breasts to form another pair of breasts and then again under the second set of breasts to produce a third set of breasts. However, Madame wasn't through with Damon yet. On either side of Damon, below his armpits, she then manipulated the skin and arranged two more breasts, one below the other culminating in a total of five pairs of size K breasts, all ready to be milked. Waving her hand to the left, Madame Illusia caused the rest of Damon's clothes to vanish leaving him naked. She then started to rub and eventually stroke Damon's penis causing it to get hard. "I bet you like that, don't you?", Madame asked Damon. "Uh huh.", was Damon's only reply. Madame continued to stroke Damon's penis until it turned from flesh to rubber. She kept stroking Damon until his penis slipped in and out of him. Eventually, Madame Illusia pulled out Damon's penis turned double dildo, held it up to the crowd, and then dropped it onto the floor where it disappeared once landing. Madame continued to mold Damon's body. She pulled on Damon's ball sack removing it from his body and dropped it onto the floor to disappear. She stuck her finger inside Damon where the dildo came out moved the hole into position and molded it into a fully functioning vagina with ovaries. She also made sure to rewire Damon's nerves so that when ever someone touched or milked Damon's breasts that the sensations would not only be erogenous in his breasts, but also in his vagina. She tugged on his hair making it longer and softer. She sculpted his face so that it was more feminine, making sure to also rub his throat to make his voice box feminine, before squeezing his waist smaller and tugging on his hips and butt making them bigger. By the time Madame Illusia was finished, Damon was a full fledged woman with ten breasts in need of milking. Madame Illusia spoke up again. "Damon, you clearly were never meant to be treated like a human. You will still be human, but you will be treated like live stock in need of being milked everyday. Because of that and because you clearly display a lack of intelligence on your part, I'm going to take away your intelligence. You won't know how to read, write, or speak any language. Since you won't be needing to do math anymore, I'm taking away everything including number recognition. When I get done with your brain, you'll be about as smart as a nine month old human except you'll have animal like intelligence and instincts instead of human like intelligence. Heck, you won't even be potty trained since livestock doesn't know what a toilet is anyway. Instead you'll just helplessly urinate and defecate onto the ground like an animal." Madame Illusia then magicked in and placed a black ripstop nylon harness with chain leash around Damon's torso before using a segufix lock to secure it on him so that he can't get out of it. "Damon, listen to me. If this is really what you want, you will get on your hands and knees and beg to me like an animal for me to tap my finger on your forehead. When I tap your forehead, you will no longer remember your old life. Your memories and intelligence will slowly slip away leaving you with the mind that I described earlier. You won't remember Monica as your girlfriend and she won't remember you as he boyfriend. When I touch your forehead, you'll be nothing more than human livestock. You will be incapable of learning any human language leaving you to only grunt, moan, scream, and make basic human noises to communicate your emotions wants and needs. Everyday you will spend most of your time in a cage like contraption that will have a clamp that goes around your neck so that you can't get your head free from it. The cage like device is designed to keep you from moving as much as possible and your hands and feet will be firmly secured to the floor of the cage like device. Each day, the milking machine's breast cups will be attached to your breasts and a vibrator will be slipped into your vagina to increase milk production. You will still eat a human diet, but that diet could be anything from second rate raw vegetables, human nutrition pellets, or even left over dinner scraps that would otherwise go into the garbage that you eat from a feeding trough. Your only drink will be water that comes out of a large nipple attached to a pole above the feeding trough. Once you become unproductive, you will be euthanized and your remains will be disposed of just like any other unwanted livestock on a farm. You are nothing more than livestock and you will be treated as such. No one really cares about you and you will rarely see kindness and compassion from your handlers. They only care about the profits that they can extract from you. On the plus side, when you are milked or have your breasts manipulated, you will derive erotic pleasure from it since your breasts are linked to your vagina. Furthermore, just as you will feel erotic sensations from your vagina, you will feel erotic sensations from each of your breasts similar to when you used to masturbate as a guy when you had a penis. Your breasts and nipples will stand tall and ache with pleasure each time they are touched, massaged, or milked. But, you will never be able to orgasm. That way, you'll always be ready and willing to be milked at anytime and as often as possible. Again, if this is what you want, I need you to go down onto your hands and knees and beg to me like an animal to let me know that you want this change. Otherwise, I will restore you and your girlfriend and send you home. But be warned, once I place my finger on your forehead, your transformation into this new creature will be permanent with no way to restore you to who you were before you entered this tent. Do you understand?" Damon, in his lack of judgement only nodded before getting on his hands and knees. He didn't know what to do, but thinking back to his dog a home, he licked Madame's hand before rubbing one of her legs with his head and body before trying to get his head under Madame's arm for pats on the head. Madame Illusia was pleased with Damon's performance and so she touched the tip of her finger onto Damon's forehead as promised. In the background and on stage, a milking machine and holding pen cage like device for the milking machine appeared on stage. After the deed was done, she called Stephen to collect Damon so that he could get settled into his new contraption so that he could begin his new life. There was still more work to be done with Damon, though. After all, he and the equipment needed a new owner. Damon also needed to be branded, ear tagged, and artificially inseminated or bred by a good strong human stud. Once Stephen came on stage to take Damon's leash from Madame Illusia, she then turned her attention over to Monica who was still a mannequin. As a mannequin, Monica wasn't aware or even cared about what happened to Damon. But, Madame Illusia didn't want a mannequin on stage for the rest of eternity and so she restored Monica to her normal self except that Monica never knew Damon as her boyfriend instead seeing him as the female human livestock that he now is. Madame Illusia wanted to punish Monica for being outspoken earlier and planned for Monica's punishment to be tied to Damon's transformation, but how? Madame Illusia needed a couple of seconds to think. The crowd visibly gasped as Damon lost his intelligence in order to become just another dumb animal even if in human form. Madame Illusia inwardly wondered what it was like for Damon to lose his intelligence. Unfortunately no one would know, not even Damon.