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The amount of pleasure was still causing his head to swim like his brain was floating in some sort of a mushy goop, the thoughts drifting around with fuzzy sensations before he finally pulled himself together. Again, he looked down at himself, this time assessing his current situation before realizing what he could do.

His clothes was in tatters. The clothes did not fit him, despite his height not changing. Though he had mostly retained some similarity in weight and height, the change in his physical composition had left his clothes unable to handle the strain. Four buttons from his shirt hung completely torn from the exposure, leaving his chest in plain view, and even as he attempted to squeeze them in again, he could definitely tell that they were being squeezed in, the way the clothes sunk a line right in the middle of them, the telltale dark circle of pigmentation showing the location of his nipples, not that there wasn't any need to show where they were anyways, considering his shirt did very little to hide where they were.

His trousers had also been torn from the seams, though the waist had survived miraculously thanks to the narrowed waist. The thighs were visible from the sides, and the exertion earlier had torn a small hole right under his groin. This was thankfully something he could hide by putting his legs together, one thing that those thighs were good for...

He wasn't well-versed with magic, and definitely not this sort of thing either. Whatever was doing on with those cupcakes, he needed assistance.