You stumble over to the machine. You still aren't used to walking with hooves, and you haven't fully recovered from the experience of laying that egg. Fortunately, the size of what you've birthed means the woman should be occupied for quite a while.
Your tongues writhe and slap across the machine. You eventually get them coiled around the dials and begin turning them one by one. It doesn't look like you can turn all the way back into a human, but you can at least make things easier for yourself.
With your left arm tongue, you pull the lever and shut your eyes. This time you don't fight the machine. You allow the tendrils to wrap around you, the funnels to latch onto you, and the hoses to penetrate you. Surprisingly, the machine seems to be going gentler on you. You wonder if it's because you're not struggling. In fact, the conversion process is immensely pleasurable.
When every last tendril has disappeared back into the machine, you walk on human feet to the nearest mirror and inspect your changes. Gone are the clumsy tentacle tongues from your arms. Gone is the hideous animal muzzle. You still have no hair, figuring that chocolate hair will only be difficult to manage. As a consolation, you kept the horns so your scalp would at least have something. Your hands are back, as are your legs. Your tail is gone. Your pussy is no longer stuffed with caramel. You've changed it so that it will secrete chocolate syrup if aroused. Your breasts are still full of delicious syrup, and your five-foot tongue still protrudes obnoxiously from your mouth, dripping with the stuff. "Purfec," you say. You can't talk too well, but you're grateful to be speaking at all. You plan to get rid of that freakish tongue eventually, but right now you need it for what you're about to do.
You walk with swaying hips toward the woman, whose belly is becoming almost as big as yours was. You flex your fingers as you approach. Your tongue writhes hungrily. Your chocolate saliva drips across your body. The woman licks the last vestiges of the cream from your once bountiful egg. She looks up at you with wild eyes.
"More. Must have more." Her voice isn't the soothing, seductive voice from before. It's more bestial and wild.
"Yoo wan more?" you say as your tongue slowly rises toward her.