Without a word, the Witch placed Steph and the remaining potions on the table nearest to the rest of the captives. She rooted around through some of her chests, tossing aside old clothes and tools before coming back with a fairly large funnel. Sticking the tube end inside yet another glass jar, Steph wiggled in vain as the witch placed her on the upper end and tilted metal lip so as to provide the audience with as much of a view of her naked, round body as possible.
"My little pets," the witch began, "you just saw what can happen when one STUPID Elf allows herself to be transformed by Goblins. But believe me, becoming a frog isn't the worst outcome. Just watch what happens when I subject this inflated little Orc with enough potions to overwhelm her DNA!"
Popping the corks out of both vials, the witch wasted no time in feeding them to poor Steph. One she administered orally, shoving the lid past her cartoonishly swollen lips while the other was forced right up her tight little asshole. The poor girl could hardly even scream as the creamy liquid drained down her throat and into her colon.
To Ty's surprise, Steph's body grew neither stronger nor more horse-like. In their place, Steph's taut skin began to bubble. First in mere trickles, but after only a few moments her skin had erupted into a storm of violent bubbling. With each burst, a small part of her body splattered off as an off-white goo and drained down the funnel to the waiting jar below. For Ty it felt like an eternity, but in reality it took only about 30 seconds for the entirely of Steph to melt away into nothing more than mere goo. Though "mere" was not the best way to put it, as Steph's voice echoed from within.
"W-what happened to me?!" she yelled, her voice surprisingly clear.
"Weren't you listening from your little hiding spot, you stupid Orc?" The witch taunted. "I overloaded your DNA with the combined potions and it broke down into its most basic form: Goblin cum! You may have your soul, but you're nothing more that a formless Goo-girl now!"
"No, please, turn me back!" Steph pleaded, her Orcish bravado completely gone.
"You really weren't listening. I already told you, I can't! Not that I would, even if I could. Helping an Elf is one thing, but an ORC?!"
The witch removed the funnel and stuck the cork on to Steph's own cage. Leaving her on the table, the witch made for the door before turning to the others.
"I've got a few more things to do before our little contest begins. Prepare yourselves!"
With that, the witch departed, leaving Ty and his friends in the worst position they'd been in yet. Aaron and Steph had been rendered useless and he and Eric were about to be subjected to some kind of contest. All he could do was wait in quiet agony as...