In spite of your current state, you gather your wits and charge the shaman with a warcry that comes out as more of a high pitched shriek. Both the shaman and the goblin you were fighting before enjoy another hearty laugh as your now smaller feet slip out of your boots and you trip, falling flat on your face and clumsily dropping your sword. You try to get up again, but a net is cast over you by the excited goblins, more of whom are now showing up. Before you can react, your shield is pulled away, and you are wrapped tightly in the crude net with stubby little goblin hands groping all about your attractive new form. The shaman stays behind to finish whatever he was doing with Heinric while several goblins seize your net, dragging you on the ground in another direction. You twist about, alternately attempting to escape and shift your now ample breasts into a more comfortable position.
You arrive at their primitive village with many new bumps and bruises from your uncomfortable ride on the ground. As you are dragged in, dozens of the ugly little creatures show up to jeer and gawk at you. You are taken to a large tree in the centre of the village and released from your net. All thoughts of escape are quashed, as you survey all the goblins around you. Four of them are immediately on you, pinning you as their little hands grasp all about you, dislodging your knives and tools, then stripping you of your armour and clothing. The assembled goblins hoot and laugh at your naked state, as the ones who pinned you attach a leather collar and leash to your neck. You can't help but be humiliated, having been so thoroughly beaten by mere goblins. The largest of the goblins in the crowd suddenly shouts and walks forward, lecherously appraising you...
In the following months you manage to learn a few things: One is that there apparently are no female goblins. Another is that the spell that was cast on you doesn't usually work unless the victim was particularly weak-willed in the first place. That doesn't do much for your pride. You also learn that as a woman, you are far more attractive that what breeding stock goblins can usually capture. Finally, you learn that the goblin chief gets the right to choose personal wives from the breeding stock. You are quickly taught to serve his every whim - that is until one of his underlings usurps him and takes you as his prize. This occurs all to often in goblin society, and you become highly sought-after, causing many of the disgusting creatures to fight for the title of chief on a regular basis. So it is that you are passed about the village like a prize, constantly forced to perform menial, humiliating tasks for your masters, and bearing many little goblin children.
Over the course of your years of servitude, you see many young women captured, and almost all of them are eventually able to overpower their guards and escape. You, however, are either too inept, too weak, or too prized to get away. You simply grow used to living under the foot of whatever goblin happens to be in charge at the time. Your long-gone masculinity and dreams of becoming an adventurer become a faded memory as you accept your new lifestyle.
Your tale is at an end. Guess you weren't cut out to be a hero after all.
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