Alice continued to rub her chin in thought while you sat, half-paralyzed and holding your new, weighty breasts in place. "Ah-hah! I know how you can help!" She walked away, and you could hear her going through your fridge. When she returned, she had your carton of milk. However, she put it down. "You're free to move about your house while I get something from home." You toppled forward as your legs suddenly came back under your control. You were fortunate enough to twist your body to prevent landing on the over-sized balloons attached to your chest. It still hurt like nothing you'd felt before, but you were pretty sure it would be worse if you landed on them with full force.
By the time you got up, your door was closed and Alice was gone. She would surely be back soon, and who knows what horrible things she was going to do to you when she did? You briefly considered trying to run away, but you knew that would only lead to something worse. You could feel the mark on your neck burn at even the thought of leaving.
Instead, you moved to your bathroom to get a better look at yourself. As expected, your breasts were inhumanly over-sized, each being larger than your head. Your body still had all the telltale marking of being a man, but the breasts really threw off the look. As you turned to the side, Alice's mark became apparent. It was some weird pattern of black tattoo, but you couldn't discern its meaning. Maybe it was a fingerprint, or other witches could understand it?
With that, you heard Alice open your door. Inside your head, you heard her voice, demanding that you come to her. Your body ceased to be your own, and you walked from the bathroom back to the living room. Once you were there, control was returned to you.
"Ah, there you are. It's good that you didn't wander in from the outside, or that you had knocked over the milk. You can guess how that would've turned out." She paused, as if waiting for you to say something, then she set down a rather large bag that seemed to be full. "Regardless, I've got what I need, now." She pulled out a piece of leather. "My colleagues have argued for some time that different types of milk elicit different results, and I'm interested in seeing how this turns out."
"Uh, what kind of leather is that?" You weren't sure you wanted to know, but it was apparent that you'd be growing something soon.
"Let's keep it a surprise, now stand still." You body locked once more, and Alice began to whisper something as she disappeared below your breasts. You felt her press the leather to your gut, and you felt a resonance from within you. It felt like your intestines were coiling on their own, then pulling outward more than they ever should. You could feel flesh balloon outward, touching the underside of your breasts and pushing further past.
"What did you do to me?"
She laughed. "Take a guess. You're free to take a feel."
Your arms became your own once more, and they immediately sought your gut. It pushed out far further than it should, but it was the same squishy material as your breasts. As you felt further outward, there was a twinge as your hands revealed a fleshy tube on each side. Exploring further down, you found another pair of them. After considering the leather once more, you realized it was most likely cowhide. "Is this an udder?!"
"Very astute!" She leaned back into your breast-induced blind spot. "And good news, you've got enough space down here for just a little more!" Alice was back in her bag.
"Uh, I don't think that's a good-"
"Nonsense!" This time she had some sort of small hoof in her hand, which is something you'd definitely associate with a witch more than the other implements she's had so far. "You'll probably even like this one." She once again began whispering something, after which she touched the cold hoof dangerously close to your genitals, practically on the underside of your udder. The heat once again squirmed its way forward, but this time the fleshy growth moved more downward than outward. It pushed for space between your legs, but mostly lay on top.
"What have you done to me now?!"
"I doubt you'd guess this one, so I might as well say it. You've now got a goat's udder. All together, you'll be churning out around 14 gallons of various kinds of milk per day. I'll see how each one ends up affecting the final product of some various spells, and then we'll see how it works out. On a separate note: congratulations, you're now an abomination. A tame one, but technically meets the criteria." She paused. "Let's see how you handle the weight. You may move freely."
You once again topple forward, but unlike the previous time, you couldn't pick yourself up from the floor. When you rolled over, the weight of all the breast flesh covering your front pressed into you, like someone was laying on top of you. When you tried to force yourself into a seated position, the flesh pressed against each other, causing you pain. After some time struggling and groaning, Alice seemed to grow tired.
"As I expected, too much weight on the front." With a whisk of her hands, you were lifted off the floor and forced into a standing position once more. "Fortunately, I have some solutions in mind."