You'd taken a seat to think things through after talking to Dwezzo. Having someone, one of your roommates even, who was both immune to, and aware of all these little pranks and plans of yours really made it hard to have fun with this incredible power source. If you'd ever wanted to have to consider the consequences of your actions, you certainly never would have become a wizard!
So rather than turn yourself back from that little backfire just yet, you were sitting on the couch, scrying on Bopkin. Turned out he didn't turn himself into a nymph, and got himself arrested for... your stunt. You weren't super sympathetic to his plight, but they might, you know, investigate and find out what you did. What to do about that? You could probably force him to confess? Turn him into something to cause more chaos and buy time? Disguise yourself and get away from the scene of the crime a bit?
Then you realized that you'd already accidentally disguised yourself! You could just hang out as this big-tiddy redhead you'd tried to turn Dwezzo into until some guards came by to investigate, claim he did this to you or they had the wrong address or something, and then get yourself back to normal. Or maybe try that thing where you turn yourself into a big orc stud?
While you pondered those options, it struck you that you did at least have access to a giant set of breasts. Sure, they were attached to you, but you could bounce them around a bit while you thought about this. They really were weirdly bouncy and jiggly. Not something you wanted to keep full time or anything, but you'd earned yourself a bit of time squishing them up and shaking them around, right?
And that was when Eldrakha slammed the door open, strode right over, lifted you right off the couch, and before you could do or say anything, tossed you roughly onto her bed and started getting real hands-y herself.
So here you are, big green hands feeling up your big jiggly boobs, and big piggy snout snorting and sniffing at that red hair, tusks dragging scrapes along your neck, and now one of those big green hands leaving your chest to uh, wow. You're pretty certain you are not one of those guys who wants to be a girl, like seems to pretty clearly have been the case with your formally elven roommate here, but you can't deny that rough lesbian sex between some huge orc and your dream girl isn't hot as all hell, even if you happen to be stuck as the dream girl at the moment. Her slipping those big rough fingers way down the front of your robe and slipping them up...
You lose your train of thought, because the sex is pretty great. You'd heard of "world-shaking experiences" and thought that was an exaggeration, but this really feels like the whole room is shaking violently as this orc ravages your temporarily transformed body.
Suddenly, it turns out that no, the room actually was shaking. The wall behind the headboard comes crashing down as a huge oak tree just bursts right out of the floor, and suddenly you're face to face with... well, you're face to breast with Eldrakha, but craning your neck a bit you also see all those nymphs you're sort of responsible for, riding around on the backs of the owlbears they were formerly responsible for, who seem to have been rampaging around.
One of them says, "we know this is where the alchemist lives! Surrender the rest of this potion he brewed!"
Of all the things they could be demanding, that was probably the least personally damning. You'd breathe a sigh of relief at that, if you weren't already breathing hard from Eldrakha apparently being more turned on if anything by this suddenly becoming a public performance.