Not the goats!

Garris follows a trail of sex fluids, all the way back to the herd of mountain goats he had previously passed by, only to see the great beast placing its thumb over multiple goats, imbuing them with its lustful image. The goats under its influence begin to transform, with the males taking on a hind legged stance, their cocks grow until they drag on the floor and they grow rippling muscles across their now human like bodies. As for the females, the grow to fit the image of furry bimbos, with their udders turning into multiple pairs of tits, all oozing with milk, their asses fill out, giving them a ripe body of a girl in her 20s. The locust leaves immediately after spotting Garris, just after she howls at him, turning the attention of the newly sexified goats on him.