Harold considered his options. Assuming his tormentor wanted him to become an abomination before he could gather all the runes, they'd obviously hide each rune in the most populated spots. He'd recently restocked the fridge, which tended to make it overstuffed as he hadn't yet thrown out the left-overs.
He moved over to the fridge, glancing around one last time for a glow similar to what he'd seen earlier, then carefully opened the fridge door, and his heart skipped a beat. There was a glow coming from the back, just behind the bottled milk! Without a second thought, he yanked out the milk to get a better look. Perhaps if he could weave his hand through, he'd not need to touch any other-
Harold was not a smart man. That was just the light from the back of his fridge. He'd never cared about where the fridge's light was, as long as it worked. Apparently, it was just behind the milk. His heart sank at the realization.
Looking at the milk bottle still in-hand, Harold wondered what it was possibly going to do to him. After a few moments passed without effect, he began to wonder what was taking so long. It only took a few seconds of fooling with his dick to grow the ears. Maybe some of the objects in his house weren't trapped? Or was it that the furry hadn't yet noticed the bottle? He quickly put the bottle back and closed the fridge, then waited a few seconds longer. Still nothing.
He took a deep breath, then gave a sigh of relief. He'd dodged a bullet, for sure.
At least, that was what he was thinking right until he started to feel a little bloated around the midsection. It was like he didn't fully release the air from his lungs. The blood drained from his face at the realization, and he scrambled to check his body over. Beneath his shirt, his gut was looking a bit flustered. Each time he inhaled, he seemed to become the tiniest bit wider. It was almost like he had a beer belly. His belly button seemed a little higher, and this pinkish inflammation went from the base of his dick to his hips.
He gave it an experimental prod with a finger, and it surged outward with newfound strength. It shoved his cock out of the way, bending it painfully as the pinkened sack of flesh demanded the space between his legs. Harold frantically lifted it to give his dick space, noticing small nubs appearing on this head-sized bulge as he did so.
The pulses of growth slowed as he felt even more weight flow into it, and Harold quickly recognized this as a cow udder. After a time, he started to feel a need similar to his cock emanate from this new appendage, as its four nubs elongated into fist-filling teats. He could feel the rune's power over him weaken, giving him ample time to tend to his cursed penis. Try as he might, he could not completely avoid cumming onto the underside of his own udder.
In the afterglow, he absent-mindedly experimented on his udder. It was a sloshing mass that had to weigh close to 60 pounds. He assumed the pressure it gave off was from a need to be milked. If his erect dick weren't in the way, it'd probably force him to waddle. With that said, there was no way he was going to rest this monstrosity on his penis.
He briefly considered making a joke about never needing to get milk again to distract himself from this horrible reality, but that was a loser's thought process. He was going to get those runes and fix himself. All he had to do was find them.
He considered his options. The fridge might still have the rune, or maybe he should look somewhere else. Maybe he'd only get one change per object, meaning he could shove other stuff out of the way with that milk bottle. Maybe he should try to get more information out of the bitch that got him into this mess. In some far corner of his mind, his nagging udder made him wonder if it would become light enough to hang freely if he were to empty it.