After a not-very-comfortable but thankfully short drive, the Butlers made it to a small diner where they could have some breakfast, having been recommended to them by the morning receptionist, Jim. There weren’t that many in at this time, but those that did reacted with a mixture of fear, shock, and confusion at the moment they spotted the anthropomorphic horses entering, and having no meaning of the term modesty it seemed as only Suzanne had anything one that could suggest it, the torn skirt that still hung around her waist with a handbag and a necklace for decoration. Nathan, on the other hand had only bothered with a belt to hold the keys for their RV and his wallet.
The emotions running through the other patrons did, like at the Motel, fade away after a few moments, and while some did continue to stare at them a moment longer, they all returned to their own business by the time the Butlers had seated themselves by the counter, not trusting that they could squeeze themselves into the booths that they knew to be too small for their enlarged frames.
“Poth of coffee, and two bowls of porridge.” Nathan made their order a minute later, now becoming used to speaking through his equine mouth, the slurring far less than before.
“Coming right up.” The waitress, Denise on her nametag attached to her apron replied, preparing their breakfast even as she became taller, a light brown coating of fur sprouting over her body.
As they waited for their breakfast to be made, they unfolded a map of the area that was on the counter as they searched out possible routes to take.
“Thay? Where should we go?” Suzanne asked as she ran one finger (with a hoof-like ending to it) over the roads from where they were.
“Perhapsh, thish way?” Nathan pondered, while there was little in the way of civilisation along it, it would take them to a few places of interest. “But perhaps thish route if you want?” A different grouping that was actually longer, but let them enter a few small towns along the way.
“Hmmm. I think, we have time, to decide.” Suzanne said slowly as she debated the matter in her head.
“Yeah, I supposhe so.” Nathan agreed as the coffee came, Denise now very much like them in that she was a mix between human and horse, only her apron surviving her transformation as she retied it which provided her with miniscule cover.
This was also the case throughout the Diner, as the patrons inside, and those who entered too, experienced their own transformations. The sound of fabric shredding, and hooves clopping the tiled floor intersecting the morning conversations that became increasingly slurred as the speakers spoke through mouths they were no longer used to using.
With Denise having entered and left the kitchen, the same was occurring to the chefs, uniforms sloughing off larger and more muscular forms save for the odd chef’s hat and aprons that could be retied if they hadn’t snapped. Wide manes that could pass off as the hair it replaced had it not run down their necks growing with tails that flicked around as they went about their work.
The types of anthropomorphic horses now being catered for, and serving in the Diner were quite varied. Some, like Nathan, were resembling Draught breeds, in that they were a little taller than the others, but far broader and more muscular. Thick limbs supporting a heavy torso and wide necks that spoke volumes of both their power and endurance. The others were more like Suzanne, leaner but faster, their appearance being that of the Riding Horses which lent them a more delicate look which in the case of Suzanne herself, with her exposed breasts that on a human would resemble FF-Cups augmented her form.
But even they found the same issue as their larger brethren. The booths were now too small for their comfort as they were forced to find ways of squeezing themselves into them to fit. Some turned to the side a bit, letting one leg rest over the seats which they found to be sufficient to keep the worst of the feelings of confinement at bay. Though none were willing to openly complain about it, believing that doing so would be as being rude to their family.
By now the Butlers had finished their breakfast and were ready to leave, leaving their payment alongside a very generous tip as they clopped out of the Diner, passing a police officer (who was getting something to eat before his shift began) who had bent down to retrieve his badge which had fallen off with his uniform before attaching it to his belt where it could stay.
Nathan and Suzanne squeezed into their RV, Suzanne taking her turn to drive, though she needed the seat as far back as Nathan did, her slimmer frame did mean that she was at least a little more comfortable and believed she could drive it for the next couple of hours, once they’d filled the tank up of course, which was showing the red warning light now.
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As the Butlers had eaten their fill, the three who were looking for them finally arrived at the Motel where they had spent the night.
“Do you really think they are still here?” The youngest of the group spoke through a deep yawn.
“They’d better be, or finding them will be at best, extremely difficult.” The other of the younger men replied.
“And you had best hope that it will only be them you affected.” The eldest reminded them sternly as they came close enough for a good look.
And what greeted them was the site of over a dozen guests looking like the Butlers they sought. Naked Anthro-Horses who clearly didn’t give their lack of attire any notice as they went about their business with no awareness of what had happened to them.
“We, are so, dead.” The first of them gulped.
“How are we to find them now?” The second asked, fear evident in his shaking voice.
“Start asking around, someone here must have seen them.” The eldest instructed them, already moving towards the reception to start getting some answers.