You can't help but ponder the question. You were so sure when you came in here that you just wanted a burger, but now...? You were leaning a very particular way now, with a craving you couldn't deny. The more you thought about it, the more you realized you needed it. That was the one exact food that was the right dish. Anything else was just... wrong.
"I uh..." You start with an unsure stammer, fidgeting a bit in your seat a bit. And that's when it hits you, and hits you hard. "Whatever you can bring me, and as much of it as you can. I'm STARVING all of a sudden."
Dot smirked, and nodded her bovine head slowly, almost as if she knew more than you did. Well - no almost about it. She definitely knew more than you did.
"I have just the thing," she said, and quickly left for the kitchen. You watched as she went, curious. Surely, an order as vague as that wasn't going to...
The cow-woman was back faster than you had expected, pushing out a big wheeled cart full of all kinds of foods, scraps, leftovers, throwaways, all tossed together in one big... No, this wasn't a cart, it was a trough.
"Ta-daaaaa!" She stepped back with a flourish and a flick of her tail, and you stated in disbelief.
You didn't know what to say. But you found yourself staring at the trough with hungry eyes to match that hungry stomach.
"It's exactly what you were craving, right?" she asked, waiting for you. No utensils, no napkins, not even a garnish. Just a... a...
"YES," you groan with gusto, diving for the trough and digging in face first, uncaring about politeness or table manners or even your own cleanliness. You were just plain starving, and no matter how much of the trough's contents you consume in your ravenous glut, you don't feel anywhere near satisfied.
"Knew you'd like it!" Dot proclaimed triumphantly as you licked your lips clean. That was so good. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I want more," you find yourself saying, forcefully and with conviction. You're no dummy. The way this place seems to work was explained to you, and you feel very certain that you know what you are now. It doesn't even occur to you to ponder if you should be horrified or not. If the realization should disturb you.
No, you feel... incomplete, actually. Like now that you know, you want to get there all the faster. There's an inexplicable excitement within you, a tingling electrical energy that's urges through you, and you like it. You want more of it.
"This little piggy is far too little, so fatten me up!" you proudly exclaim. And Dot, she just gives you a smirk.
"Figured that one out all on your own, huh?" she teases. "Doesn't happen often, I'm impressed. You might wanna undress. Next round of food is gonna kick-start your changes."
"Hell yes!" you gasp. You wonder if you've ever wanted anything as badly as you want to be a pig right now. How strange was that?