Carrie was about to run after John again, but there was no way she was going to catch up, and... apparently this world had decided this was where he- well, she, lived now, so if she just waited inside, eventually John would just come strolling in the door, right? Probably with another cartoon guy to get railed by of course, but still.
So in she went, shutting the door behind her, grabbing the towel off the floor, and made her way to the bathroom to hang it back up. She was a bit shocked when she caught her reflection in the mirror. That dress she'd ended up in really did change her shape. She wasn't as ridiculously proportioned as her husband of course, but her waist looked about as wide as her wrist in this thing, and it really made her ass look huge. She was almost tempted to get out of the thing and shower off while she was in here, she had been trampled after all, but she still wasn't entirely sure if someone else owned this house and she'd hate be caught in such a compromising position.
The bedroom was easy enough to find, and if Carrie were a full toon like everyone here, her jaw would have hit the floor at the sight of it. There was a great big heart shaped bed front and center, with fuzzy handcuffs permanently affixed to the headboard, and surrounding that was... accessories. Whips, flails, giant feathers, gags... suddenly it made more sense what a hard time walking that pig had had. There was also a big walk in closet, and inside Carrie found... a whole lot of a whole little. More copies of that red dress, and absurd heels, really frilly lingerie... a G-string that was literally just a string... she didn't really have the stomach to keep looking.
The rest of the house didn't have much to it. The bedroom was clearly the main event, as it were. There was a couch and a TV... really an old one at that, with the big tube and even a set of rabbit ears. An endtable with an old corded phone, and a little black book next to it. That had Carrie a bit curious. Opening it up, there was full page of names... well, not names, really. "Brown rabbit with huge carrot." "Horse who's hung like one." "Beefcake bull." And after each of these was a phone number, and some number of little hearts. Had John really hooked up with this many guys since being changed!? She started flipping through the pages. For such a tiny little thing there shouldn't have been that many but thumbing through faster it seemed like there were hundreds of pages each with dozens of names, and even when she sped up she never seemed to reach the halfway mark.
Telling herself it had to be a prop, and there was no way John had really hooked up with the population of a small country in the past couple hours, she noticed she was getting hungry. Opening the fridge across from the TV, a single moth came flying out, and her tiny toon belly made a horrible rumbling sound.