Eventually Candace had worked out how to move around quite well, and stood next to Rick facing the others. Rick put her arm around Candace's shoulders, and the brunette stared at Jim and Brad in horrified amazement. She had been so caught up in her own changes that until now she hadn't really paid much attention to the other two.
She looked Brad up and down, noticing the wet shirt and the smell of milk, as well as the lack of arms. Turning her attention to Jim she stared again, this was even weirder than Brad. Moving over to his she said to him, "What are you supposed to be?" He shrugged.
"I have no idea. All you guys seem to have changed in a peculiar way, but at least you're still mammalian." He looked at the total of ten large breasts visible on the three other people in the room, and smirked a little. "VERY mammalian. But I have no idea what my body is supposed to be based on, or even how it's possible for it to function like this. But I feel fine, other than the obvious."
She bent over and inspected his inanimate lower half, gently prodding it with one forehoof. "Can you feel this?" she asked curiously. He nodded.
"Yes, it just feels like you're touching my skin, although kind of weird at the same time." He noticed she, like Rick, could only bend at the hips due to the saddle growing out of her back. He wondered if she had noticed yet. She straightened up, and looked puzzled. "Very strange." Then she got a slightly mischievous look and pushed firmly against his shoulder, laughing when he began rocking wildly from side to side.
"For god's sake, why does everyone keep DOING that!" he yelled, waving his arms frantically. She nearly fell over she was laughing so hard, and Brad and Rick joined in after a couple of seconds of surprise. Jim folded his arms over his breasts and glared daggers at them all, waiting for the movements to damp out. He reflected sourly that at least it seemed to have improved her mood. When he finally stopped moving and their laughter had subsided to an occasional snicker, he said "So now what? We still need to find Sharon and Brenda. Plus try and find some explanation for all this and a way to get back to normal." The others glanced at each other.
"Well, I for one still think that we should stay together, whatever we do", piped up Rick after a moment. Candace nodded silently and moved to stand next to him, and she put one arm around her waist.
"Brenda next, guys. I'm getting really worried", said Brad firmly. Rick and Jim exchanged glances, then Jim nodded.
"OK. I guess Sharon is more likely to be able to take care of herself." Brad looked a little offended, but agreed after a moment. Brenda was, while a nice and quite bright girl, a little needy and prone to panic in unexpected situations. He pushed himself up to stand on all four hooves, and visibly winced as his overfull breasts slapped audibly together at the sudden motion. The other looked at him, and Candace took a step forward.
"Um, Brad, I think you really need to get rid of some of that milk. It doesn't look very comfortable." He appeared embarrassed at the reminder that he even had breasts never mind that they were lactating, but was forced to agree.
"How, though?" he asked, wondering what he could do without arms. She looked around the room, and back at him, slightly at a loss.
Rick noticed the only other door to the room, and wandered over to it. It was shut but not latched, as she found out when she pushed on it. Looking inside her eyebrows went up, and she turned back to her friends. "Guys, there's a bathroom in here. Maybe we could milk Brad into the sink?"
Jim said "That sounds like an idea, but how? Brad doesn't have arms, and neither of you guys have hands. That leaves me, I guess."
After some effort, Rick managed to drag Jim into the bathroom via her rings, which caused Candace to laugh, until she noticed that she too had built-in rings growing from her hips. This led to the discovery of her saddle as well, and she had another attack of hysteria which made Rick have to comfort her again. Brad clopped into the bathroom leaving them sitting on the bed with their arms around each other, and looked at Jim.
"OK, what now, dude?" he asked.
"Well, come closer, and let me take your shirt off for a start."
He stepped up next to Jim, who pulled the soaking wet clothing over his head, having some trouble with Brad's long mane of blonde hair. "OW! Mind the ears, man!" said Brad.
"Sorry." Jim replied, dropping the wet cloth into the bathtub with a splat. "Yuck. That's pretty gross." Brad looked at his nude torso in the mirror on the wall over the sink, his body illuminated by the flashlight that Jim had put on a shelf next to it. His breasts stuck out firmly, tight with milk, and swung back and forth with any tiny movement of his body. The nipples were MUCH larger than one would expect to find on a human woman, but then he wasn't exactly a normal human woman, was he?
Turning his attention to the sink, Jim curiously tried the taps. They resisted for a moment, then turned with a squeak. There was a long pause during which nothing happened except for the faint hiss of escaping air, then a dribble of rusty water came from the cold tap. It coughed a few times, made a farting noise, and the dribble quickly increased to a more or less normal flow of water which rapidly cleared.
"Hmm. That's lucky. At least we have something to drink" said Brad.
Jim laughed. "Looking at you, I'd say having something to drink was the least of our worries!" He reached out and prodded Brad's left breast. Brad scowled.
"That's not really very funny, dude." He sighed. "Right, what next?"
"Stand closer to the sink, and bend over it a little", Jim instructed. When Brad was positioned to his satisfaction, he reached out with both hands and grasped one of the deertaurs' breasts, and gently squeezed. Brad jumped at the sensation but didn't pull away. A thin jet of milk began to stream from the nipple which rapidly came erect under the stimulation, the jet growing stronger as Jim squeezed harder.
Eventually Brad said "Ow. Not so hard, that hurts", and Jim apologized, backing off on the pressure. It took a good five minutes for the stream of milk to die down to a dribble, at which point Jim repeated the process with the other breast. When they were finished Brad's massive breasts were much jigglier than before, no longer swollen tight with liquid. But at least they weren't actually uncomfortable any more.
Looking at Brad's nude torso glistening with slowly drying milk, Jim turned to the shelves next to him and found a very dusty towel. Shaking the dust off it as much as he could, he dampened one end of it and wiped the milk from Brad's breasts and chest, then dried him off. The armless deertaur looked embarrassed but said nothing, nodding his thanks when Jim had finished. He trotted out into the bedroom once they were done, and Rick came in to pull Jim back to the bedroom.
Candace was looking at Brad's exposed breasts with amazement, they were considerably larger than she had realized when they were covered up. When Brad moved the way that they slid about and tugged his torso around made her wince. "Doesn't that hurt, Brad?" she asked. He shook his head, looking down at the things with a scowl.
"No, not really. It's a bit uncomfortable and fucking embarrassing, but it's not painful. I wish I could hold the things still though. No, scratch that, I wish I didn't even HAVE the fucking things!" She looked sympathetic, and looked down at her own strange body.
"I know what you mean", she replied, lifting her lower set with her forearms.
Brad looked away for a moment, and noticed something a slight reflection glinting from something shiny on the floor by the bed. Lifting a foreleg he pointed with it and asked, "What's that thing over there?" They all looked in the indicated direction.
Rick replied, "That's the weird pony thing that got us into this situation. Don't touch it for god's sake, there's no telling what would happen." Brad had taken a step in the direction of the thing but stopped when she said that.
Abruptly, Rick asked, "What time is it?" Jim looked at her and shrugged.
"No idea," he replied. "My watch and phone disappeared when I changed."
Rick nodded, and said "So did mine." Candace said likewise. Brad lifted his right foreleg and held it out.
"Mine is there, but I can't read it like this." Jim motioned him closer, rocked over far enough and unstrapped the watch from around the furry leg. He put it on his own wrist for safekeeping, and looked at it. Then looked again.
"What on earth? That can't be right..." He prodded a button on the watch to see if it was working, the time displayed not making any sense. "Um, guys? What time did we come into the house?"
The others exchanged glances, then Candace slowly said, "I think it was about 10PM, or something like that. Yes, I'm sure it was just after ten." Brad nodded in agreement. Jim raised the watch and shook it a little, and stared at it again. Yes, the second indicator was blinking away nicely, the thing was running OK.
After a few seconds, he looked up and said, "Well, according to this thing, it's 9AM now on the 31st. We've been here nearly 11 hours!" They stared at each other in shock.
"11 HOURS?" gasped Candace, raising a hoof to her mouth in shock. "How can it have been that long?"
"That's what it says, and it seems to be working."
Rick looked at him in disbelief. "It should be light outside. But all the windows we passed were dark!" Jim looked back helplessly.
"I know, but that's what it says."
There was a moments pause as they all reflected on the situation. Then the four changed people discussed what the next step was. There didn't seem to be much they could do about the time issue, and as they had decided to look for Brenda, the only real issue was how to go about that. The impossibly large house would take forever to search room by room, especially as Jim was the only one with hands available to open doors. Given his limited mobility, that meant that he would need to be transported to every door in turn by Rick, a very slow process.
That was assuming the oddly inconsistent internal space of the house didn't play even more tricks on them. Comparing notes, it became apparent that Brad, Rick and Candace, and Jim and Sharon (wherever she had gotten to) had all taken different amounts of stairs to get to the same floor, which was on the face of it impossible, starting from the same point on the ground floor as they had done. That said, they certainly had a different value for 'impossible' than they had become used to, since entering this crazy place.
Added to that was the problem that there were only two usable flashlights, Rick having his head mounted one, and Jim having the only hands to hold the other three that they'd had between them. He'd recovered the one that Candace had had with her, which had been on the bed, and turned it off to save the battery. It ended up stuck in his cleavage with Brad's one. Luckily both of them were pretty small. Candace giggled when she saw where he put it, and he grinned back at her. The situation was surreal.
After a short discussion, Jim reattached Rick to the cart, which made Candace stare in amazement. She hadn't realized how Jim had gotten into the room until she saw this, having been asleep at the time they entered. Rick offered to let her pull the cart instead, but she shook her head and backed away, her tail swishing frantically. "Not a chance. This is bad enough without being used like a draft animal!" Rick grinned at her and said no more about it.
Heaving himself back into the cart webbing by the same method he had used to get out of it, Jim prodded Rick and said "OK, driver, let's go", smiling at her. Rick looked over her shoulder and frowned slightly, but began moving towards the door. Just before getting there, she stopped dead and cocked her head, her horses' ears suddenly pointing forward as she listened intently.
"Hey, do you guys hear that?" she asked. Brad and Candace also pointed their ears in the direction of the door, while Jim watched them with private amusement. He thought it looked like a pack of hunting dogs coming alert. He could hear nothing at first.
Candace nodded. "Yes, what IS that?" Brad could also hear something. After a moment, Jim also heard the strange noise. It was slowly and erratically moving closer, somewhere off down the hall in the direction they'd come from.
He and Brad exchanged glances, then he said quietly, "Rick, CAREFULLY stick your head out and have a look what that is, will you?" Rick glared over her shoulder.
"Screw THAT! YOU have a look!" He shrugged.
"Not all that easy for me, is it? Anyway, you're the one with the headtorch." Rick sighed, and very cautiously stepped forward until she could just stick her head around the doorway. She took a quick look and pulled her head back inside, an odd expression on her face. After a moment, she took a longer look, then turned her head to look back at the others.
"Umm, you guys HAVE to see this", she said slowly. Brad and Candace stepped closer to the doorway as Rick moved out into the corridor, and each peeked out side by side. They stared for a long moment, then stepped out into the passageway, joining Rick and Jim in watching what was slowly and awkwardly approaching.
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