Carla had to take her head up for some time to breath. She still seemed complete oblivious to the fact that she was transforming into a cow- the final stages of her transformation in effect. Her once subtle milk sack had grown considerably large like a real cow- it bulging out from her torso, her shirt pushed up to get out of its way.
Jamie took his head up too, licking his lips. Content with the salad, he tried to stir up conversation as he took his breather.
"The salad is really goOOOOOOOOOOd." He said with his now very deep voice.
"Very goOOOOOOOOOOOd." Carla agreed with a tone just slightly higher, "I see this kind of salad all the time, but this is the first time I've given it a try."
"What have we been missing?" As Jamie spoke, his new nose was ambushed by a strong scent. He instinctively knew what it was- cow feces. He couldn't tell if it was from him or Carla (or both), but he knew that one of them- if not both- had defecated.
Carla continued, seemingly unaware of the stench, "Other foOOOOOOOOOOOds just don't seem toOOOOOO compare now. I don't think I can goOOOOOOOO back toOOOOOO blander meals."
Jamie paid no mind to the pants-soiling and ducked his head back into the trough as Carla continued, "We shoOOOOOOOOuld make this salad every day! There's goOOOOOOOOOOd supplies all around toOOOOOOOOwn."
Jamie didn't comment. He was too busy digging his snout in the salad. Carla then joined him.