Steph was restrained at the far end of camp, held in a stockade. Beneath her bent form were three rows of unnaturally massive tits, swollen with milk. A pair of goblin attendants were knelt beside her, squeezing her swollen nipples and draining them of rivers of her milk. It flowed thickly, almost more like cream than pure milk; even Ty, horrified at the fate his friend had endured, couldn't help but admit how delicious it looked.
Pushing those thoughts aside, Ty started to formulate a rescue plan. A straight-up attack would've been pointless; even if he could have killed them all, the slug in his brain meant that all it would take was one yelling "STOP" for his rescue attempt to end. Instead, his mind turned towards the thing stuffed up Sorhafe's fat ass. Eric's fate, forced transformation, was probably his best bet to cause a distraction. Luckily for him, there seemed to be an alchemist of down there, helping himself to some of Steph's recently-squeezed milk. His alchemy set was wide-open and no one managed to spot the Elf as they made there way down towards it.
"You did it girl!" he thought to himself, before quickly correcting. "Dude! You did it dude..."
The camp's alchemy set lacked the variety of the previous lab's, but it would probably prove enough. From here, the plan was simple: toss a few of these potions at a group of goblins near the fire and hope their change was drastic enough to distract the crowd. In the end, the potions he chose were...