You look at the man with a lopsided grin, "Pal, one day ago I was a young man, now I'm a gorgeous woman with the apparent ability to turn men into animals. I'd like a little information."
The man dismisses his assistant, who takes the dog away, then sits down on a chair. "I don't know everything. I'm not even sure what I think I know is true. What I'm pretty sure of is that this place isn't a... place in the traditional sense."
"Come again?" you ask.
"Pleasure Island moves, both in time and space. I suspect between dimensions, too. You'll see it from time to time. The patrons will change, come from earlier eras. Their language and accents, too."
"They all get changed?"
He nods, "Unless you end up on staff, yes. Perhaps a few have escaped, that this place exists seems to be common knowledge, but almost all end up as animals."
"What happens to them after that?"
He shrugs, "Not sure with all of them. Some we sell to the local populace where ever or whenever we are. The donkey you made earlier is already working a grinding stone in a medieval mill. The dog you just made will probably be sold to a breeder or sheep farmer. Some, we keep around."
"Like..." you start to say, then you look out over the midway. "Burgers, sausage."
The man nods. "Some. We breed a lot of stock and even buy supplies wherever we are." He shrugs, "That's pretty much all I know."
"How do you escape?" you ask.
The man shakes his head, "You don't. If you curry enough favor with the bosses, you'll stay here forever. Never grow older, never get sick. You can turn men into beasts until the end of time. If you want out, they'll let you out, but only as a beast yourself. If they like you enough, you might be something prized, long lived. If not... they can always use more ham."
You shudder at the thought. "Thanks." Before he can stop you, you kiss him hard on the lips. He struggles for a moment before his resistance drops to nothing. You deftly undo his pants, then you switch and start to suckle on his penis, hard.
"Noooo..." he moans, unable to stop himself. He struggles to get out of the chair, but you never let go of your mouths grip. He falls over onto all fours, unable to move.
You feel the rock hard penis begin to go flacid in your mouth even as you hear the tearing of his clothes. You suckle harder and harder, until you actually feel something flow from the teat. By the time you drank your fill, the man is now just another cow.
You release your grip and stand up next to her, rubbing her on the neck. "Sorry about that, but I was curious what would happen if I did that, and I didn't want you to tell anyone that you talked to me. They might have done this to me instead."
The young assistant came in later to see where his boss was, but finding the cow and his bosses torn up clothes he did a double-take. He led the reluctant cow away, giving you a wide berth and nary a glance in the eye.