In his testing his stronger frog legs, Ty had noticed something during his trip into the air: not far from the current pen looked to be some sort of communal pot. A corpulent little goblin in a chef's hat was dutifully stirring away at the glowing brew. The rest of the camp was also quite visible and it was a clear Ty's enemies were too busy fighting, fucking, and sleeping to notice the frog-Elf leaping so high into the air. Landing back into the mud with a muffled splat, he decided that there was no time like the present.
He leapt once again, this time landing soft on Steph's big gut. He sank a foot or so into her flabby physique, forcing his Orc companion to expel some air from her lungs. Muttering a small apology, Ty used his friend as a further launching pad, pouncing an incredible thirty feet forward, sailing over the pen's gate and on to the roof of one of the ram-shackle buildings. Creeping along, he hopped from roof to roof, sometimes jumping directly over a Goblin or two, but they were none the wiser as he made his way towards his target.
The chef was too engaged in cooking to notice the humanoid shadow looming just a few feet over head. Ty readied his bow to strike but the sight of a wooden barrel on the opposite side of the pot changed his plans completely. Cocking his jaw, Ty shot out his tongue, whizzing the appendage past the chef's ahead. The Goblin grunted in surprise, spinning around to meet Ty's gaze, but the encounter was over before anything could be done. His tongue, having latched onto the barrel, snapped back, pulling the container back at a speed even he hadn't expected. It slammed into the back of the chef's head, knocking him out cold and coming to rest at the base of the shack Ty was standing on.
He wasted not a moment; Ty hopped down, grabbed the Goblin's body and, lacking a better hiding place, dumped it into the mixture. The purple goo glowed with a greater intensity, greedily dragging the body below the surface. A few moments later, Ty prodded the mixture with the chef's paddle, but alas: the Goblin had been absorbed completely. He had no idea what this mixture was, but a small phial laying beside the pot told enough: the symbol was of an engorged cock and judging by the stopped he hadn't had a chance to add any.
"No worry," Ty thought as he exchanged one of his own potions for the cock one. "Let me take care of this."
Ty poured one of the few mixtures into the pot and took his spot back on the roof. Not long after, the Alchemist called the disjointed tribe together and ordered them to drag Steph from her holding pen. Climbing up to the top of her mountainous gut, he addressed the assembled crowd. The laughed and cheered his indecipherable speech before he turned Steph, who had been slapped into partial contentiousness.
"Hope yer ready to be bred, you fat sow!" he taunted. "You're gonna be a good brood mother for me and my boys!"
Reaching into his pocket, the leader pulled out a potion very similar to the one Ty had collected near the pot. Taking a swig, it only took a few seconds for the Goblin's cock to burst from his tattered pants. It swelled and fattened not unlike Steph had and in the end the Goblin was sporting a hog large enough to please even the haughtiest of size queens. He almost lost his balance as he swung to address his men.
"Boys, drink that shite and let's fill this pig with Goblin seed!"
The Goblins turned and drank deep of the mixture. Some used their hands, wiser ones used spoons and ladles, but in the end...