The waitress smiled and walked between Jon and Alexis. Being taller than Jon, she got the pleasure of looking down on him. Jon being a man and being eye level with larger breasts was a thrill, even if they were white, nipples free, and spotted black. The waitress giggled and gently rubbed Jon’s shoulder, “why are you worrying about her?” She gently began to guide him out of the stall. “You’re on Pleasure Island. Your pleasure should always come first. I’m Bessie by the way. Why don’t you meet the rest of the herd?” she already had Jon outside of the stall and away from Alexis. “Hey, Elise, Gabby. Can you show Jon here a good time while I finish up in stall there?”
Two more anthropomorphic cow waitresses came over and pulled Jon away. They took him to the center of the room where a crowd formed around them. The two slowly began to undress Jon. The crowd cheered and even Jon was getting into it. He began to feel Elise’s breasts before she stopped him and giggled, “It feels so much better when you rub these.” She took his hand and placed it on her udder. The crowd cheered. A few of the topless chics even began to take their pants off and let some of the boys so they nicely showered give them a good fucking on the tables.
Meanwhile in stall three, Bessie returned to deal with Alexis. “You are forming nicely,” she said while she checked the machine connected to her udders, “and you are a top producer, very nice.” Alexis was changing faster and faster. Her feet were now hooves, and her fingers hand turned hard and black, but still were not formed together into a hoof, her tail was fully formed and wagging. Alexis’s left hand had found its way into her pussy. “Oh, they are great when they are like that. Harder than any bull’s cock. Just be careful when they merge,” Bessie giggled and kept watching.
Alexis let out a groan that quickly turned into a moo. She pulled her hand away from her pussy. She stretched her arms in the air one last time before falling onto all fours. Her back let out a larger crack and her hooves hit the hay just as the five hard, black fingers merged into hooves. She stumbled for a moment on her hooves before settling. A few more loud moos as her face contorted into a snout and she was down. The white and black balloon was still tied to her front leg, bobbing up and down.
Bessie knocked the balloon once, “you’re fur coat will grown in over the next few days. Welcome to stall three.” She ran her hand over Alexis’s back. It will still smooth thanks to the human skin. Bessie left stall three and went back to waiting tables, although most of the customers were busy.