The Goblin alchemist turned back on his men as he stroked his massive member, making sure to rub the glans along the ring of her belly button. Precum eagerly dribbled from his cock as he swelled with excitement and had it not been for the shrieks of pain from behind it's likely he would have plunged his member straight into her cavernous navel.
Turning to face the commotion, the leader let out a howl of shock as he was greeted by a horrible sight: almost his entire tribe was doubled over in pain. Some were crouched into balls while others did their best to remain standing, but in the end it mattered little. Before he could even descend the mound of lard his men had began to change: their bipedal figures rapidly bent and twisted into four-legged ones. Their skin, various shades of green, bleached into a creamy white with patches of black. Udders burst from their midsections, some squirting out milk as they emerged. Tails grew from above their asses and their hands and feet solidified into hardy hooves, but those were not the worst of the changes: to cap it all off, the rough Goblin visages lengthened into bovine heads. They were unrecognizable.
The Goblin alchemist looked down in awe at the village of cows that stood below him. He hardly noticed as a small, humanoid figure rocketed from one of the nearby roofs, landing at Steph's side once more. He did notice, however, as a frog's tongue shot out, wrapped itself around his monster cock, and pulled him painfully from his perch. He landed with a dull thud into the mud and, pulling himself up, uttered an explosion of insults and expletives. So focused on insulting the frog-Elf standing before him, he paid no attention to the the fact that her tongue had gone elsewhere. Nor had he noticed the looming shadow of the girl he had fattened getting closer and closer.
Ty pulled Steph forward, slamming her gut down onto his puny body. He was crushed utterly; not even the mud could cushion him from the force had had brought into this world. The alchemist was dead and his tribe was nothing more than common cows.
Ty took a few moments to bask in the glow of victory, but his thoughts soon returned to Steph. His tongue had been strong enough to flip her over, but drag her through the dungeon? No, he still needed to deal with that. He still had the muscle, horse, and balloon (and now cock) potions on hand but Ty wondered if it was not worth searching the camp for another solution. In the end...