You suddenly turn back to the entrance. You are racked with that same pain again, but even more intense. You need to eat more. Without thinking you head back inside. There is waiter waiting for you, and offers to lead you to a new seat. Without thinking you say yes. This time you are lead further into the back. Apparently there is another small room of seating. Or not. It is a room with large troughs lining the walls, filled with some sort of slop. Too hungry to think, you run to the food. Collapsing on all fours as you dig into the slop, face first. It it too good. As you devour more and more, the changes advance further. Your hands and feet fuse into hooves and it becomes easier to eat as your neck sees to vanish. Your clothing is ripped to shreds and your last strips of cloth fall to the ground. Your porcine dick is erect with pleasure. It feels so good to keep eating. Your mind becomes simpler. Eat. Sleep. Mud. Food.
You are nothing more than a hungry boar.