"Perfect huh? What do you mean by-"
Veronica's question is quickly cut off by a ruckus from outside the tent. Cart peeks outside and quickly gestures you over.
"What the fuck did you do to my brother, you bitch! I'll tear you apart!"
The bull you met earlier has returned... Or at least what he turned into has. A massively muscled minotaur, you assume the other brother, Bernard, is brandishing a battle ax and roaring with rage, but his movements are severely hampered by one very voluptuous cowmorph clinging to his waist while giggling.
Cliff's face has flattened from its previously bullish muzzle into a delicate face with pouting lips and framed by a pair of slanting bovine ears. His-her hips have widened to perfect breeder proportions, supporting a mouthwatering ass from which sprouts a cute little cow tail. Her legs, you note, retained their hoofed taxonomy, but they now sashay with a feminine sway that fully exhibit every asset the new cliff now possesses...
And speaking of assets... Those tits. Practically spilling out of the confines of Cliff's male-tailored tunic are a two mountains of boobflesh. Their enormous teats are leaking copious amounts of milk, slickening Cliffs chest and rendering her garments practically see-through.
Bernard is obviously a little upset at his brother's transformation, and knows exactly who to blame. He would likely have already charged the tent, weapon swinging if not for his brother-turned-sister clinging to his bulky body.
"Beeeerny, I'm just so horny, honey. Come on, take that cock of yours and plow it into my tight, little pussy..." Cliff lets out a feminine little moo as Bernard tries to jostle himself free. This only makes his curvy baggage cling all the harder.
"Put a baby in me Berny, you know you want to!.. Why are you yelling!? I'll help you calm down..."
It doesn't take you long to realize that Bernard is an inch away from abandoning his attempted assault and giving into his animalistic instincts. Minotaurs are fuckers first, fighters second after all. Not only that, but several bandits have emerged from their tents to survey the bizarre scene. Judging from their fidgeting, you figure they wouldn't mind turning Cliff into the new camp bicycle. And if that milk is as corrupt as you think it is...