The mouse can barely process the immense growth, he just knows he needs to get it unstuck from its fabric confines before it cuts off his circulation. As he plucks it free he’s suddenly faced with a the full length of his huge, soft third leg.
He tries to get control of it, his hands sinking into the plush, pliable flesh as it wobbles freely. Can he really let himself be seen like this!? What will his girlfriend think...but it’s not like he can run away.... What even happened to him anyway?
It’s then that he notices his girlfriend might have some issues of her own to be concerned with.