Only three spins remaining. Tyler pushes his malformed body back to the Wheel, lifting a hoof to spin it as best he can. Since he no longer had human parts remaining, any parts he got now had a chance to be misplaced on other parts of his body, as per Madame Illusia's earlier rule. He could really ruin his body in these last spins.
Cat Breasts - Tail
He felt 8 pinches along his kangaroo tail, but it could've been worse. Those are pretty unnoticeable, all things considered. He considered immediately spinning again, but perhaps his bad luck was through not waiting for Madame Illusia. He twisted his serpentine neck to determine
Sow Breasts - Chest
What was with all these breasts? Row after row appeared on his broad chest, distressingly close to each other. How many breasts did a sow have? The nipples traveled from his breastbone clear down to just in front of his udder, each a few inches apart.
"My, my. With that result, our dear Tyler now has more teats than any animal alive. 18 from the sow, 8 from the cat, and 4 from the cow!" The crowd made various jeering remarks. "And with that, Tyler gets one final spin before he's cut off for good."
Tyler hesitated. He needed to get his original body back now, or he was stuck like this. The weight of being stuck like this for the rest of his life was hitting him hard, and he was already beginning to barter with whatever god would listen. He'd never jeer at old ladies again. He'd do whatever his parents told him. He'd stop bullying Robert into doing his homework for him. Anything, just give him his body back. He held his breath, then spun the Wheel.
Cow udder - Breasts
Tyler looked on in horror as the crowd exploded in applause. Even Madame Illusia looked shocked. He'd just gained... And now they're...
His tail nearly tripled in size as 8 full-grown cow udders formed along it. It was now more udder than tail, and it was barely able to support itself. His body began to lengthen to make space for the growing buds along his chest, but it was nowhere near long enough. As the udders reached their full size, the pile of breastflesh that now lined his underside pressed outward to make space.
Madame Illusia looked at her creation. She was right, Tyler was most certainly the one to break her stint of boredom. She never knew the Wheel of Change could turn someone into a walking milk factory like this. "And there you have it! Tyler is now a one-man herd of dairy cows! One body, 27 udders!" She walked up to Tyler, who was now well over 10 feet long from head to tail. Each udder was dense, filled to the brim with milk. She walked along his side, squishing into each udder as she walked along one side.
Tyler flinched from the sensual pressure as she slowly made her way up to his face. His thoughts were delirious, this couldn't be how he ends up! He had to get back to normal! As Madame Illusia continued to grandstand to the crowd, a thought crossed his mind. Perhaps, if she died, he would return to normal. Slowly, Tyler moved his fangs within his mouth. He'd never dealt with folding fangs before, but he was pretty sure cobras were venomous. With his over-sized cobra head, she'd surely die.
As he went to strike, he found himself paralyzed once more. Madame Illusia walked to his side, whispering into his ear, "I will forgive this one because I'm still happy with the way you turned out. Disobey again, and there's plenty of space on your neck." She turned back to the crowd. "Now, what shall we do with dear Tyler?"
"Play a new game with him!" "Send him home!" "Give him to a farmer!" There were numerous other suggestions, but Madame Illusia considered other options. Perhaps she should keep Tyler for her personal menagerie.