By the time you come to, your breasts have returned back to their original size- before they were squeezed by your tongue that is. As you look around your room, you notice that everything is not as it was before. You're a bit concerned at first at how your tongue acted without your will, but you were already thinking of doing something like this anyways. Perhaps your subconscious was capable of perceiving and fulfilling your desires?
Your attention is taken away from your thoughts, as a low grumble fills the room. You're hungry. Very hungry. And you're all out of food- food you'd want to eat anyways. You were actually planning on going out to get something tonight, although that doesn't seem like an option at this point.
You pick up the phone and order for a couple boxes of extra meaty pizza. It seems that your tastes have become more carnivorous since your transformation.
After a few minutes of exploring your body, playing with your tail, and generally doing nothing, you hear your doorbell ring. It MUST be the pizzaman.
You make your way to the front door. But how will you collect the cheesy goodness that awaits you?