Changes were spreading throughout the dining area.
Two young couples on a double-date were feeling the consequences of their choice of restaurant. Melissa and Jim had asked friends David and Rachel out to this "new place that sounds kinda nice"; they wouldn't be leaving here tonight satisfied, but rather a whole different species.
Rachel squawked loudly, before leaning into to a small tray of feed that had recently replaced her cajun chicken by way of the waiters, who were scurrying around tending to their new stock. Her boyfriend was enveloping his face in a trough of pig feed, loudly chomping on his food and occasionally rising to burp.
"David!" Rachel said. "Have some manners!"
Melissa and Jim had decided on the same main course, which meant that they were enduring rather uncomfortable transformations into sheep. They munched on a plate of grass before them, animal instincts clouding their receeding human judgement, but passively realised what was happening.
"I kinda regret choosing the mint lamb chop," Melissa baa'd.
"What do you think they're going to do to us?" Jim replied.
"Take a wild guess," Melissa said, before returning to her grass.