You've barely got your Capri pants off by the time Dot's returned with a second trough full of all kinds of foodstuffs. You know she recommended you undress, but your stomach is too angrily hungry to be patient enough for that. And your clothes are filthy, ruined anyway by your last meal, so why bother? You certainly can't ruin your panties and tank top any further, you reason, as you lunge for the trough without a single pleasantry and begin devouring the contents heedless of what they are.
You're not so mindlessly starving, however, to not notice what is finally happening to your body. You feel yourself growing wider, broader in shoulders and hips. You feel your face stretching to help you reach the food more easily. You hear yourself reflexively grunting with each bite, and can feel your teeth repositioning, stretching out.
Your body now strains the limits of what little you're still wearing, and you hear the fabric of your panties stretching to their snapping point. It hurts a bit, and you squeal in discomfort, but can't bring yourself to stop eating.
"Here - lemme help," Dot says to you as you hear her stepping around behind you and putting two fingers into the waistband of your panties. All it takes is a little pull, and glorious freedom now belongs to your expanding backside. It feels fantastic, the cool air right on your skin, your little curly tail bobbing free and unrestricted...
Oh, you definitely have a pig tail now. And you know you're not even close to done.