You start looking for food as your eyes begin to change. Your face starts to stretch out into its more animalistic style as your sense of smell increases, your mental state focused on sustenance. Your nose turns black and your teeth reform as you track an overfilled trash can, ready to root it for food to quell your hunger pains. Your head finishes changing as your fur sprouts from your neck down, you don’t even notice as you dive through the rotten food for something edible. Your hands turn to paws as your claws grow in, tearing apart packaging to reach for half-eaten fries covered in ketchup, half-eaten burgers with soda spilled on them, slightly-warm milkshakes, and other foods most humans would consider ruined or disgusting. Yet your are treating it like the first meal you’ve had in months, and your transformation is showing no signs on slowing down. The fur spreads down your neck and chest as the once tight sports bra gives way to your new breasts, leaving you once again bra-less. You gorge yourself on trash as your fur spreads down your belly, which is becoming more noticeable the more you eat. You take a moment to belch to free up space for more food as your now distended gut makes it difficult to dig for trash. You are forced to stop after you dump the pile onto the ground and find nothing that you consider food, just in time for your transformation to finish. You are covered in trash, your fur is stained by various food items, but you are full. You bleach again as you get up and look for some water to wash the stains and food debri away, inebriated by food to the point you don’t even care that you are a raccoon right now. With your newfound belly sticking prominently over the waistband of the very tight yoga pants, you’re new figure is emphasized. You have a visible cameltoe with enlarged, moist labia prominent through your panties, your thighs seem like they could bust out if the pants at any moment despite the lack of tearing, you are currently topless (though you do still have the set of black and red lace panty and bra set from the laundromat) with bouncy DD cup breasts, your half-dollar sized black nipples poke out prominently for anyone to see. You reach an alley where it seems no one has followed you or asked questions and find a faucet to clean up. After a good rinse, you are now a wet, over-fed, topless raccoon girl with very tight yoga pants on that is feeling very horny now that she has some food in her belly. What do you do with this newfound horniness?