“Oh, lets go to the milk bar. It matches my balloon,” Alexis said in a cute voice as she tugged the string. Taking Jon’s hand, she pulled him toward the Milk Bar. A large building with black and white spots. On top was a huge set of udders, which would occasionally erupt with milk of course. This was Pleasure Island. Land of excess.
Jon shrunk down as he was dragged toward the door. This should be fun, he sarcastically thought as they entered. He was quickly proven wrong. Inside was much more than a milk bar. There were cows here and there being milked, but Jon quickly learned that was not the only thing that could be milked. Girls, obviously guests, were sitting on tables with milking attachments connect to their tits. Pipes took their milk up to the ceiling to be sent to the bar and served to others. Some guys were getting it straight from the tap. “This is fucking awesome!”
Alexis had other thoughts. It seemed on Pleasure Island was not going to let her have a peaceful night with her boyfriend. Before she could drag Jon away, a hostess approached. “Welcome to the Milk Bar,” she greeted them. Alexis’s eyes went wide. She was a woman, sort of. She had the female shape, covered in white with black spots. Horns and tail definitely were not human. Her nipples were bare, but she had a large pair of udders. And while she had hands, she did not need heels since she had hooves. “Oh, I see you came prepared,” she giggled as she pointed to the balloon, “that’s great. We have an opening in stall three and the guests aren’t producing enough for tonight’s quota.” She began walking them to a table along the wall. “Too many distractions,” she giggled pointing to a girl who was merely showering two men in her breast milk.
Alexis felt even more uncomfortable. She kept rubbing her belly, which felt increasingly swollen. If she paid attention, she might notice the bumps on her T-shirt. She gave the odd waitress a weak smile as she sat down, that balloon still bobbing above her head. She turned to Jon who loved the show.