"For now, I'll be using you as bait!" Steph said with a grin. "I lost all my equipment, so we'll use you to distract some other adventurers and take their stuff! Great plan, eh?"
"I-I'm not sure," Ty replied, freed from his silence, "Why don't we just head to the nearest village and buy some?"
The Orc rolled her eyes, gave the Elf a staggering slap on the ass, and motioned forward down the hall before replying. The slug in Ty's brain seemed to respond to this nonverbal command as his legs took to motion.
"Even 'IF' we make it out of here, I don't think we got a single coin between us and nothing worth selling except that fat-ass of yours. So unless you want me to pimp you out in the nearest tavern, listen to my damn orders and play along."
Compelled to silence, the two made their journey upwards towards the safer and well-travelled upper halls. Ty's distraction had continued to pay off; they encountered no Goblin patrols or search parties. It was a peaceful journey, though the sloshing of milk in his gut and the subtle jiggle of his cheeks kept him from enjoying the quiet. Disgust welled in his Elven heart at his increasingly curvy figure and he felt he'd never relax until he was able to thin back out.
Half an hour later and the pair found themselves at a crossroads towards the upper part of the dungeon. There was a lot more junk up here: rusted armor, broken weapons, and other signs of passing adventurers. Steph ignored the trash, however, and turned her attention to something much more mundane: a small spring of water spouting from one of the walls. She took a whiff of the sulfur-smelling stuff and turned to her thrall with a satisfied look.
"Just as I thought, its metamagic water! Pure transformative magic in liquid form! It's what us Greenskins use for our potions. Well, that and cum, if you're a Goblin. I can use this for our ambush. Get on all fours and make yourself sexy, thrall! We'll strike here!"
Following her command, Ty descended onto all fours and pressed his thick ass into the air like a cat in heat. His bit down on his lower lip and gave his best "fuck me" stare to the hall ahead, awaiting whoever came. Steph ducked into a nearby alcove, ready to strike. It would take another boring hour and a half before...