"My friends came here a few days ago," Sorhafe explained. "They were a human male, a human female, and a girl made of goo."
The robed man almost buckled over in laughter at her explanation. Annoyed and still irritable from her blue balling, she angrily demanded he tell her what was so funny.
"I should have guessed!" he said, laughing. "Not many Elves in these parts. It only makes sense you were part of those other interlopers group. In any case, it's too late for your friends, girl. After they tried to assassinate the Lady, my mistress gave them the ultimate punishment. She'll give it to you, too, if you don't leave now!"
That last part came across more as a warning than a threat, but Sorhafe was still undeterred. She demanded further explanation and, acquiescing to her, the robed man took her from the barn and guided her to another one located just behind the manor itself. It was smaller and had fewer pens, but it was the contents of the pens that was truly shocking. One contained an incredibly bloated sow with a feeding tube jammed down its throat. Another to its right held an exhausted stallion with a semen-milking device pumping away. The device itself was connected to what looked like a 10 foot tall storage container labeled "SEMEN".
"Here are your friends," the man explained. "Or rather, what's left of them."
"Guys, I'm here to get you out!" she said triumphantly. The two didn't seemed to respond to her gusto. In fact, they didn't seem to recognize her at all.
"What's wrong with my friends?" She questioned.
"Tsk, don't they teach you Elves about the Law of Change?" he mocked. "The longer a person stays in another form, the more their mind changes to fit their new body. Stay as a pig for too long and, well, your mind becomes pig-like. Further, the more pig-like things you do in your new body, the fast the change happens."
"So my friends are..." Sorhafe asked in horror.
"Mentally gone? Most likely. A few days straight of force feeding and cock milking has eroded whatever human remained in their souls. They maaaaay not be past the point of no return, but I'd doubt it," he continued. "The Lady has special plans for each: the pig is to be served at next month's feast, the horse is to be sent to a breeding farm, and the goo girl is to be sold to an alchemist as material components."
"Steph!" Sorhafe cried. "My goo girl friend, where is she?"
The man didn't bother to respond, instead walking over to the semen tank and undoing its man latch. Swinging its door open, Sorhafe was greeted by the sight of a bloated and exhausted Steph. Her body was bubbling and struggling to maintain its humanoid form as it constantly shifted, melted, and reformed.
"Unfortunately for your friend here, while she was able to absorb a few of our guards, she cannot absorb semen. Her body recognizes it as already being part of herself, so it takes it in without converting it. Which means she gets more mass that she can't directly control and leads to, well, this."
Another load, freshly squeezed from the horse Aaron was inhabiting, shot from the hose and splattered into her body, causing her mass to swell even (slightly) larger.
"So you see, your friends are either mind-wiped or on the road to helplessness. If I were you, I would get out of here while you still can. The Lady doesn't even know you exist," the man cautioned.
Sorhafe considered her options for what felt like an eternity. Her friends weren't definitely gone, but rescuing them might very well wind up with her suffering the same sort of punishment. In the end, she...