The following is a choose-your-own-adventure styled story originally published in installments on DeviantArt. The beginning on that site can be found here. An option for you to choose the ultimate epilogue with adult content is at the end.


B.E. Tea

Original Story by Spurcell
Coding by Xodin


You punch the keyboard in frustration. The internet is down again. Ah well, probably not a bad thing, considering all the weird stuff you were just trawling through. It’s a pity there aren't more women in the world interested in the same kind of... well... 'interests' that you have, you think to yourself in a moment of self-pity.

You head downstairs to find something else to entertain yourself with and you see that your housemate Shilpa, an exchange student from Kerala, India, who has been your housemate for a few months now, is standing in the lounge room hovering over a tea pot. Shilpa had been a pleasant enough roommate these past few months, and was quite attractive in her own way, but at this point you considered her still mostly just a friend. but she had a somewhat reserved nature and was quite dedicated towards getting her degree in business management.

"Oh, there you are," she says, looking up with a smile, "Maybe you can help me. My aunt has just sent me over some tea, and has made me promise that I try some, even though I'm thoroughly sick of tea, considering we lived next to a plantation. It's very strange though, I've never heard of this brand before. I'm guessing the name's an acronym, what do you reckon?"

You inspect the name on the packet: "B.E. Tea". You block out the first response that comes to mind - clearly you've been spending way too much time on the internet.

Not that Shilpa couldn't do with a bit 'more' in the chest department. She had decent breasts, but, well, just not as large as you tended to like them. "No idea, sorry Shilpa", you say, feeling vaguely useless, as per usual.

"Never mind, I'm stumped too. Aunty is insisting it has powerful spiritual properties; she's a bit off with the fairies. Anyway, there's two flavours, and I can't decide which one to drink. What do you reckon, 'cats' or 'dogs'?"

"They're the flavours? Does that mean they've put dog hair in it or something?" you say, even more confused.

Shilpa laughs, a nice gentle little trill. "I certainly hope not. Well, I much prefer cats as pets, so let's choose that..."

Shilpa takes a sip of the tea, and an odd movement draws your eye briefly below her neckline... did... no, that was ridiculous. Although her shirt did look tighter now. Your inappropriate thought is cut short by the sudden appearance of a cat between your legs. You look up and see several more slinking about beneath Shilpa.

"Where did all these cats come from?' you ask, thoroughly befuddled.

Shilpa looks at you, equally bemused, "I thought you said when I moved in that it was okay for me to bring my cats. Have you changed your mind?"

"What? No- I mean, hang on-"

"Stop messing about, I need you to help me to decide which flavour of this tea I'm going to drink."

"We decided already, you chose cats."

Shilpa laughs at you. "Very funny smarty pants. Well the two real options are 'soft' and 'muscular', whatever that means... maybe 'muscular' is a more powerful bitter flavour..."

You think quickly. Shilpa's short term memory seems to have weirdly disappeared, but then again she was right, the labels on the tea bags were different now too. Maybe you were the one with short term memory issues: too much time on the computer clearly has a bad effect on reality perception.

"Come on slow coach, which one should I choose."

"Shilpa I think you should be a little careful, who knows what's in this stuff."

"Don't worry, aunty also sent this cake, she says it will reverse any negative effects from the tea, though I can't imagine what those would be, apart from needing to go to the toilet. Anyway, stop dilly dallying, which one should I choose?"

You sigh. Might as well go along with it then. "Soft", you suggest.

This time there is an undeniable change. You see Shilpa's belt dig into her tummy, and her formerly loose fitting skirt stretching tightly across her suddenly rather luscious thighs. Her blouse definitely fills out a little bit more, the fabric now clinging a little to the curve of her bosom making a noticeable shelf in front of her. The cats continue milling about her undisturbed, but it is clear their owner's previously subtle curves are now considerably more voluptuous.

"Right, so which flavour are we going to try?" Shilpa asks, looking at you with another sweet smile, her cheeks slightly more dimpled than before, "'Tall' or 'Short'?"

"Woah, hang on a second, you need to put down that tea and take a break for a second, there's something strange going on here", you insist, still trying to get your head around the situation.

Shilpa rolls her eyes at you and giggles again.

"Stop stalling slow coach, I've got to go to class in 10 minutes and I just need to get this stupid tea out of the way. What's it to be?"

Since Shilpa is being so obstinate, you figure you might as well go with the flow. "Err, pick short", you say. You wonder if your theory is right and the tea is having effects on Shilpa. Oh well, you think, trying to make the best of the situation, there's nothing like being able to see right into the cleavage of a short- eww, that was a bit of a creepy thought. You briefly see an image of yourself looming over Shilpa with a piece of cake, then you shake your head, disappointed in yourself for lusting after your housemate.

You cut your self-reprimanding short as you notice Shilpa visibly shrinking before your eyes. She had been quite tall, but she was rapidly diminishing while her breasts, in contrast, were definitely filling out. In fact all of her newly thickened areas seemed to appear curvier in contrast to her height. You try to hide the tenting in your pants as she loses a good foot of height before the process stops, and then looks at you with a grin.

"Well, let's try out this tea", she says cheerily, "the two options are 'bright' and 'dim', which one should I pick? They're rather odd flavours aren't they?"

To you they sound like very risky flavours, considering what's happened so far. "Forget the tea, let's watch TV or something," you say a little too desperately.

"I only have 10 minutes ‘til class starts- oh, 5 minutes- where did that time go- hurry up and help me decide, slowcoach!"

Shilpa looks at you expectantly, and you sigh and consider the options. When it came to disposition, bright and cheerful was always preferable to dim and dour. And if it was a question of intelligence, you certainly wouldn't want to be responsible for a studious young woman becoming one of the college bimbos.

"Bright," you say, and Shilpa grins and gulps down a mouthful of tea.

"Right, I better get to my..." she pauses mid sentence, her haircut shortening to a pixie-like bob, glasses appearing on her face and her taut blouse losing a button as her cleavage puffs upwards like bread in an oven, nearly causing your trousers to pop a button of their own, "... my molecular biology class."

"Your what?" you start to ask. Shilpa's parents had sent her from India to study Business Management, but then you notice the periodic table on the wall. Well , obviously not anymore: after that last sip of tea, it appeared that she was now studying some kind of high end genetics. Shilpa was looking down at her generous decolletage and blushing.

"I should really invest in a new shirt", you hear her mutter, "This one must be shrinking in the wash, but I'm accumulating my savings for that ‘Vampire Staker’ boxset..."

You notice a ‘Vampire Staker’ poster on the wall. Wow, it's quite possible that Shilpa was now more of a nerd than you. This hadn't turned out too bad at all.

"Right, we must partake in a spot of tea sipping before I go," Shilpa says with a faux British accent and a wink, 'What's the flavour to be, 'Maid' or 'Master'?"

You frown. These options just kept getting more and more cryptic, but presumably the titles referred to her. What would it mean for her to become a 'Master'? And she still had no idea what was happening. Where would this end? For now though, it was clear the new, extra brainy Shilpa would allow no dissent.

You decide the 'master' option is too much of an unknown, and potentially denigrating, whereas at its heart being a 'maid' is just a job.

"Maid", you say, and Shilpa immediately slurps down a mouthful of tea.

In the blink of an eye the posters disappear from the wall and Shilpa is standing in front of you in an achingly enticing French maid outfit, looking more alarmingly curvaceous than ever. Her breasts have swollen up even larger, becoming quite huge like two plump melons tightly confined in her dress. The little black dress is cinched in at the waist, emphasising the alarmingly fecund flair of her hips, an inch of succulent thigh flesh exposed between the top of her new stockings and the hem of her skirt. She appears to be doing a good job of multi-tasking, balancing a feather duster in one hand and that wicked little tea cup in the other.

"Well sir, what is your decision?" she asks, looking at you expectantly.

"Err, beg your pardon?" you mumble somewhat lamely, doing your best to keep your eyes focussed on her face instead of the two luscious orbs pushing up over the neckline of her outfit.

"Sir, you are always so absent minded", she admonishes, looking both amused and exasperated, "I can balance a science degree and a job cleaning your terribly messy apartment, but you can barely manage a two way conversation. My question was, which flavour should I choose..."

"Please, don't call me sir, we're housemates for goodness sake, and what do you mean my apartment?" you interrupt, and Shilpa gives you a rather worried look.

"Sir, please, I don't need you to maintain some facade of equality, the fact is you're my landlord, it was very nice for you to offer me the spare room for free, and paying me to be your cleaner as well, but let's not pretend to be 'housemates'."

You rub your head. So you're a rich landowner now. Well, at least this latest transformation hadn't reduced Shilpa's intelligence or forthrightness. Still, there was a sense of self-deprecating submissiveness in the way she viewed you. Yet you decide there's nothing you can do but roll with the changes.

"Um, okay, look, can you do this kind of work without, um, wearing that sort of, ahh, style of clothing. I don't expect you to do that." You hope she hasn't noticed your arousal. You'll certainly get none of your own work done with her dressed so provocatively. Even now, she reaches up to dust the window frame as you speak, and the hem of her skirt rides further up her lush caramel thighs.

Shilpa gives you an unexpectedly shy little smile. "Oh no sir, this is my choice, wearing this outfit and doing this work makes me feel empowered, I'm an independent woman and if I'm going to work as a maid I might as well enjoy the fun dress up side of it. Although I admit, I do seem to be outgrowing it somewhat. Oh, now look at the time; I'm late to class: so what's the flavour to be, 'sensual' or 'chaste'?"

While you feel a momentary hesitation about choosing 'sensual', it's vastly outweighed by the future frustration that would occur if you chose chaste. Having a smart, playful, buxom housekeeper living in your house who wouldn't ever be interested in.... no, you shouldn't be thinking like this, she's your housemate and friend. She shouldn't drink either option, but her attention had become increasingly focused on this tea, and it seemed unlikely she'd take no for an answer either way.

"Sir? You drifted away for a minute there." Shilpa interjects, eyes twinkling, a coy smile on her face.

"Oh I did? I was just wondering if it was appropriate for me to suggest the sensual tea, being your employer and all."

Shilpa's smile grows wider. "Of course it is silly, I asked you!"

She takes a dainty little sip of tea, and her eyes roll back as her already ample bosom strains the fabric of her dress and apron even further. You instantly feel guilty but a part of you can't help but rejoice lustfully as you watch her curves intensify further. A full-throated groan escapes her plump lips, and she drops her tea cup to the table. Her knees buckle a little and she leans on the table to support herself, accidentally knocking over a bottle of cleaning liquid in the process, which unleashes a torrent of bubbly white gloop all down her dress and stockings. The bottom hem of her apron and skirt inches upward as her hips widen a little more.

She looks at you with hooded eyes, still trembling and panting. "Um, sorry sir, my, ooh, my medical condition seems to have flared up again." she says, blushing profusely.

"Your medical condition?' you ask, wondering what you've unleashed on the poor woman now.

Shilpa turns an even darker shade of beetroot, clearly embarrassed. "I'm sure I explained it in my contract sir. I've got p-p- P.S.A.S, that is, p-persistant s-s-sexual arousal syndrome. I mean it's, ooh, fine, I can get the c-c-cleaning done-unggghh- it will just take me a-aaah-ooh- a while."

You feel horrible but how could you have guessed this? The satchel said 'sensual', not 'debilitating continuous orgasming'.

"Take a break from the cleaning Shilpa, just go... um... watch some Vampire Staker or something"

Shilpa lets out another gasp at the word 'staker', then nods, looking deeply relieved. "Thankyou sir, it's just c-c-come on really s-strong- I think I'll have to sk-skip class again- last time this happened during my oral presentation, it was so embarrassing... oh, while I'm resting, we mustn't forget to try out this t-tea- we've got 'prenatal' and 'postnatal'- what bizarre flavours, maybe this tea is meant f-for helping mothers or something- anyway, I can't think sir with these i-issues, you decide."

Your mind is whirling. Prenatal, before birth, presumably that would make Shilpa preg- woah, that was a quite full on option- and postnatal, after birth, that would probably induce a supply of mil- geez. It was a fairly narrow choice range... both options were diabolically tempting... but what kind of massive effects would it have on Shilpa's life story? What about that reverse cake, perhaps you could convince her to eat that instead, to avoid both options.

"Shilpa, what about a nice bite of that cake?"

"Please sir, I'm ahh-a-about to collapse, just tell me which flavour..."

Whatever transformative powers were at work in the tea, it certainly seemed to have installed a desperate need in Shilpa to continue with the process.

Maybe if she ate the cake alongside drinking the tea it might mitigate the effects. Why hadn't you thought of this earlier?

Shilpa waits expectantly as you ponder the options, your heart pounding. You could push the 'Reverse' cake option harder, but your mind is flooding with illicit images of milk laden breasts and swelling bellies. Your mind keeps wandering, and the temptation becomes stronger... it's apparent that all these teas are tied to you somehow... with either option, you will become the father of Shilpa's child... and, well, what kind of magic-father would you be if you weren't there for the birth? Besides, through the course of these tastings, Shilpa has become smarter, more assertive, more playful, and much, *much* more attractive. Why reverse all of that?

Further still, as far as her life outside the room is concerned, prenatal allows her (and you!) enough maternity leave time to adapt to her "condition", as well as providing her the time to ensure she's caught up on her studies. Going postnatal, well, you're skipping a lot of time, and who knows where she would be ending up without your love and support? You shiver. There, you've said it; you're falling for her, and your emotions and fetishes are determining your choices. "Prenatal," you croak, and Shilpa quickly sips down the cup. Your heart almost jumps into your mouth as you see the changes take place.

Shilpa moans in ecstasy as her rapidly expanding belly destroys the stitching of her dress. Her hips widen to bear the new weight, tearing the dress’s fabric in the process. Meanwhile her billowing bosoms put her upper apron under enormous strain, their ample flesh spreading out above the curved shelf of her enormous stomach. The tops of her obviously enlarged areolas begin to peek out over the frayed hemline of her dress. As her belly swells to what appears to be a full-term pregnancy it easily outgrows the apron and skirt, leaving the bottom of her belly and both of her thighs completely naked. The swell of her belly however prevents any downward view of her nether regions, which from the torn stitching of her dress appears to be uncovered by any undergarments. So torn in fact is the dress that large tracts of her voluminous hips and derriere are now fully exposed. If she arched her back enough you suspected the whole maid's outfit would fall offdisintegrate at once. She opens her eyes then looks down, blushing.

"Ngg, I really have to get a new dress, I'm awfully s-sorry sir, this one is getting a little indecent... " That was an understatment. She is technically naked between the knees and hips. "And my... my gravid state is impeding my cleaning abilities, but I, hrmm, I promise sir that once the baby's sent off I'll be back up to scratch with my chores."

You frown. "Sent off? Where to?” Why would she want to send off your child?

Shilpa blushes again, "To the US sir, where the parents live. I hope you don't think I just got myself in trouble with a boy sir, I would never do such a thing. I showed you the contract when I moved in, I'm a surrogate mother for a couple in Cleveland, it helps pay my tuition fees... ngggoo, woah, the pregnancy is really not helping with my PSAS either, and that's not helping my study, I can barely focus... ngg."

You grimace in frustration- now you've got an irresistibly alluring pregnant, orgasmic maid walking around your house practically bursting out of her clothes, and you're still no closer to being in a relationship.

"Anyway sir," says Shilpa, eager to return to the task at hand, "We've got 'Aware' and deoo-mm-nggg- sorry- 'Delusional'- what curious flavours... Aunty really is quite eccentric- m-maybe it's some kind of Hindu enlightenment thing."

You have other ideas. Could this make her 'Aware' of the changes? That way she might finally agree to stop or at least slow down. On the other hand, she might be angry at you, and probably justly so…, but surely you owe her the right to know what is happening... and this could be your last chance to escape the weird time/memory warp that the two of you are trapped in...

The tension is excruciating as you ponder your options, terrified your brain will short circuit and you will blurt out something before you've made a proper decision.

You think of how upset Shilpa would be if you chose 'Aware'. She would probably lose all trust in you. In a way she'd done well out of being 'delusional' so far: as of now she's got her tuition covered with the pregnancy, a pronounced increase in intelligence, though the orgasms seem to impede that a little... anyway so long as you kept that reverse cake in the freezer, you've always got an escape route if something goes *really* wrong, right? And things could go very wrong... delusional could mean straight out crazy...

You sigh... even if she becomes aware of all that has been going on and becomes enraged at you, you feel that you owe her that much at this point. In the end, you would rather the choice be with her. Awareness ensures that she understands everything that has transpired. And if she is angry at you, then you can apologise and offer anything in compensation. You're a land owner now after all... and maybe if she was aware, she might actually notice you at last... It's a difficult choice, but you know what you have to say.

"Aware," you murmur, almost under your breath. Shilpa nods.

"Enlightenment here we- ngg- sorry- c-c-come!" She sips the tea daintily, then throws her head back and groans as her breasts bloat up even further in her tattered maid costume. Her thighs thicken with more fat and muscle, presumably from having to support all the extra weight, which forces her maid's stockings to tear apart. Her pregnant belly flourishes larger. If she was already full term then she's definitely overdue now by days if not weeks. She stumbles, catches herself, then stares down at her body in shock. She lets out a shrill series of what sound like Hindi swear words, then stares at you with a look that almost breaks your heart.

"What- no- this can't be happening- Hanuman's tail, I'm-ngg-ng- e-enormous! How could you let this happen? Why didn't you stop me?"

"I tried Shilpa, I really did- but you were so insistent-"

"I was under a spell, it was your responsibility to help me!"

Bits of the dress fell off as she shook in pleasure and rage.

"You kept on making me choose! I tried to make choices that were in your best interest-"

"In my best interest?" Your chest tenses as you see a tear drop down into Shilpa's cavernous cleavage, before she continues her verbal assault. "How was it in my best interest to be turned into a short, busty, p-pregnant, p-per-perpetually orgasmmmm-nng-ing maidservant?"

"Don't forget bright! You were already smart, but now you could probably get into MENSA, and the, ahh, bustiness was just a side product, I never chose that specifically-"

"My breasts grew with each sip, you could tell that was happening!"

Even now each one was almost ready to pop free of the outfit's overburdened top, jiggling their way to freedom like two warring jellyfish trapped in a net. Another inch and her two fat nipples would be free of the fabric.

"Um, that may be so but- oh, and it was sensual, not PSAS, I didn't choose that- and as soon as I got the chance to make you aware of it all I did."

But Shilpa isn't listening to you anymore. She bursts into tears, runs into your room and slams the door. Scraps of the disintegrating maid's outfit are left behind on the floor. You knock tentatively with your heart in your socks.

"Um Shilpa, that's my room, not yo-"

"I know that! I'm getting some of your baggy t-shirts and shorts, my clothes obviously won't fit me anymore, and I don't want to wear this stupid maid costume. I'm practically naked in it. Unnnghh, ugh. I can't believe I said it was empowering before, I feel like such an idiot. I'm going to kill Aunty!"

"Kill her?"

"Well she clearly put a spell on that tea."

Half an hour ago you would have laughed at such a suggestion, but no other explanations now springs to mind for the afternoon's mad events. You see Shilpa's phone ring on the couch. She’s left it out in the lounge. You pick it up and notice the caller ID says -Aunty Parvani-.

"Shilpa I think she's calling now maybe. Do you want-"

"I don't want t-t-t- ngeorrr damnit.... to talk to her!"

You bite your lip and answer the phone yourself.

"Shilpa it's aunty, how are you feeling, did you like the tea?" an older woman says.

"It's not Shilpa," you say drily, and the woman gives a strange chortle.

"Ahh, the lucky husband- I'm sure you must be pleased with your new bride!"

"What are you talking about?" you say, thoroughly perplexed.

"Did she drink the tea, did it work out right?" Parvani asks, sounding a little concerned.

"Well yes, she drank it but- look, will you explain what all this is about?"

"Isn't it obvious? I designed a tea to make Shilpa an irresistible catch for you. Whatever your preferences, she would become them. Of course Shilpa's always been embarrassed about her skinniness, so I put a bit of, ahh, filling out in as a compulsory element, but the rest was up to you. Now, tell me, has she taken the last sip?"

Your head is spinning, "The last sip?"

'Yes, the last sip, the one that will make her your bride; it's the tenth and final option, it will complete the spell and make it final. It'll be obvious which one to choose, I only put option B in because it rhymes."

You count the changes so far and cut her off, "No, we've only done 9, and Shilpa won't want to do another, now that she's aware."

"Idiot boy," admonishes Parvani, "Why did you make her aware? She would have been perfectly pliable and happy if you'd chosen delusional."

"It's not... ethical- your whole spell is not ethical, what about Shilpa's free will?"

"She's had a crush on you for 3 months, the push had to come from somewhere... Just get her to take one sip. One drop of tea past those lips and she's all yours boy, permanent and forever."

"She... she had a crush? Really?" You turn to see Shilpa stepping out of the room, her curves now brutalising a pair of your favourite t-shirt and shorts, both her childbearing hips narrowly missing the doorframe due to their new immense proportions. Her face is tear stained, staring at the phone.

"Aunty! Shut up!" She grabs the phone off you and speaks rapidly in Hindi to her devious aunt. Once she hangs up she turns to you, her face drained of blood.

"Aunty says that she set up the spell so- ngg- I would go into labour at 5:30- in 5 minutes. There's no way I want to give birth, especially not to some yankee baby that's not even mine! We've only got one option. Since the spell isn't complete, the reverse cake can still w-w-uunng-w-work. Each bite reverses one stage, but it doesn't make me any less... full-figured- Aunty made sure of that. And it doesn't negate the other changes either, it just swaps them. So if I took one bite now, I'd go from aware to delusional, and if I took two, I'd become delusional and postnatal."

"But that means even if we skip the birth and go to postnatal you'll be delusional and you don't want to do that." Although it would make things easier for you, says a wicked voice in your head.

"That's right, but Aunty said if I wait one minute before taking another bite of cake, the whole process starts again, so I could reverse the reversal, and go back from delusional to aware."

"But you'll be too deluded to remember that's what you wanted to do."

"That's why I need your help. I'm going to take three quick bites of cake, so I become delusional, postnatal and chaste. That'll stop these- o-o-oooo-ngg-o-oorgasms- goddamnit. Then you can get me to wait a minute, then tell me to have another bite, and I'll go back to being aware. Then we can move on to minimising the various other changes."

Chaste? That didn't sound fun, but what were you thinking about fun for? Shilpa needed your help. "How do you know she's not tricking you again?"

"I made her swear by Parvarti. Parvarti's the goddess of marriage, her favourite goddess, as you might have guessed. But this is my only chance to skip childbirth." She holds up the cake, and looks to you for affirmation even as she rubs her thighs together from her arousal.

You’re dealing with a minefield of ethical questions here. One part of you is tingling at the once in a lifetime prospect of creating a dream partner, but another even larger part of you finds that idea reprehensible. You also realise that you were looking forward to being the father of Shilpa’s child, in a way that you never had thought of before. The fact that it has all gone so wrong makes you want to pick up the stupid tea and throw it out the window. To complicate things further you’re now beginning to think that Shilpa's personality when ‘deluded’ isn't invalid or less real than her aware state, and deserves a say too…

"I’ll do whatever you say Shilpa, of course, but are you sure about ‘chaste’ as an option? I mean, going by how powerful the ‘sensual’ option was, it’s possible that ‘chastity’ in this case could actually mean becoming completely sexually insensate. You could lose the chance to ever feel, erm, y’know, sexual intimacy and passion with a partner. If that’s what you, um, wanted, that is."

Shilpa blushes and averts her eyes from yours, "I, well, um, look, if that’s the consequence then I’ll deal with it, i-i-if i-i-it wwwiiiiillooooh-ugh, will put a stop to all this sinfulness inside me, then I might have to endure some punishment as well. It’s no more than I deserve." Shilpa murmurs, clutching her bulging belly as she orgasms again.

"Shilpa, you’ve done nothing wrong here, why would you deserve punishment?"

She shivers and wiggles a little on the spot, "P-p-please, I don’t want to talk about it, do you agree to my plan or not?"

"Shilpa, I’m not going to agree to ‘punish’ you when you’re completely not to blame."

Shilpa squirms again, grimaces, then suddenly overwhelms your protest with a torrential monologue: "Okay okay, you’re like a dog with a bone, if you absolutely must know, this is my punishment for sitting in bed each night since I was 13 imagining this happening; sitting in class in high school envying the other girls and their growing curves; sitting on the couch eating in a futile quest to gain weight, sitting in the rooOOoooOOmmmmng-ung, the room next to yours imagining you watching me grow- No, more than grow; I wanted to voluptify, burst out of my clothing- ngaah- sitting at my desk looking up all these weird sites on the inter- okay, I’m not going to even go there. All I’m going to say is that all my dirtiest fantasies have come to life, and it’s a nightmare."

You nod bemusedly at this revelation, your own arousal clouding your thoughts, struggling to find something sympathetic to say. "Of course, so, um, now that these, ahh, imaginings have come true, you’ve realised that you don’t like it?"

Shilpa blushes a deep crimson before moaning out loud while rubbing the underside of her belly. "Okay, you’ve caught me out once again, I like it, of course I like it! Why do you think I’m so w-w-worked up? You just chose the ‘sensual’ tea, like you said, but it was my excitement that turned it into a perpetual a-a-ahhh-arousal tea! But the point is that it’s not right that I like this. I shouldn’t want to be a submissive maid, that’s- appalling- I mean, what would the people in my feminist reading group say? And even with a sex positive feminist reading, I should only *fantasise* and *play* with the idea of being a submiss-nggg- pregnant curvaceous housemaid. They would never advocate actually *becoming* one." Shilpa's hands clutched her belly tighter as she climaxed again. "Ooof. C-can you even imagine how embarrassing this is, for me… liking you like I have… and then for you to see me transformed by my own perverted little thoughts b-b-b-before yoooOOuuur eyes? You must think I’m a freak, wanting to be like this."

You shake your head, "Not at all, never."

A slight look of relief entered Shilpa's eyes, "You don’t think I’m a disgusting sexual deviant?"

"No, certainly not a disgusting one. I mean, you’re not one at all, they’re very common fantasies. Well, maybe not common, but healthy- look, I thought you would think the same of me. I thought it was my mind creating the changes. I mean, I guess it was probably both of us. Shilpa, I, I just want to say-"

Shilpa gasps and clutches at her stomach with one hand quickly moving down the side to reach her shorts. "Oh God, I’m sorry I really want to hear what you have to say, but I think my water's just broke! O-oh no! Th-the-these aren't orgasms! Oh god, they're contractions! Quick! I need the cake!"

You give her a pleading look, "Couldn't we just talk this through just a moment long-"

Shilpa interrupts as her knees almost buckle under another contraction, "Alright! Since you insist, we’ll leave off the ‘chaste’ change for now, we’ll wooooOOooork that out later, but I am absolutely n-n-n-not giving birth! I’m going to take one bite, then you make me take ah-a-ah-oooh-ing-a-another to become postnatal, then you mmmmmmmuuUUUust promise to make me have another one a minute later to change back to being aware, and please, please do not l-l-listen to my delusional self, that’s not me."

Damn it, it’s like she can read your thoughts or something. You want to try and justify your earlier idea. You try to explain, "In a way though it’s just another part of you Shilpa, other desires that have been suppressed…"

"Okay, fine, it’s part of me, but it’s a part that I want to have some control over, okay? Unnnnnghh!! Oh, oh Oh god, the contractions are speeding up! Look, my deluded self is like my Id or somethinnnnnng, when it comes out it just wants pleasure and fantasy without social consequences- you have to promise me that you will respect m-m-m-m-mmmy-my right to control this process at least a little bit, okay?"

You nod sombrely "Of course, I promise."

Shilpa immediately takes a little bite of cake, and in the blink of an eye the shirt and shorts she's wearing morph back in to the maid's outfit again, albeit slightly sized more appropriately for her increased frame. All awareness dims from her eyes and a glazed look floats across her face.

"Shilpa? Are you okay?" you ask.

She looks at you and then leans forward trying to clutch her belly, "Oooohhh-nnnggg-god, that was a strong contraction! Oooohh!" she blurts out. "I'm so sorry sir. I didn't mean to go in to labor while performing my cl-cl-cleeeannn-ngngn-ing duties. Please, sir, we have to get me to the hospital. When we get back I swear I'll be a b-b-better m-m-maid for you sir! I'll do the cleaning, and the coo-coo-cookinnnnng, and your laundry, just take me to the hospital." Her desperate and sensual pleas distract you for a moment, then you snap into action.

"Okay, but before we go, you just need a little cake." You push the hand holding the cake back towards her mouth, and she pulls her head away.

"No sir, what are you doing? There's no time for cake, just take me to the hospit-unggh- please sir! I'll even run your errands and answer your emails and do your shopping for you sir, annnnnnyything you ask, I'll be the best servant ever!" You realize that the spell won't let her accept.

Feeling more than a little wrong, you smush the cake into her mouth as she talks, causing her to gurgle indignantly. Her body shudders, and her breasts and belly begin to wobble back and forth as she seems to either endure a particularly long orgasm or contraction- or both. You even wonder if the baby was dropping right then as her belly shifted shape.

"OoooOOoooohhhh!!!!!!!" a long and throaty moan escapes her lips as her belly begins shrinking away while her breasts billow out into an even more immense state of over abundant pulchritude. The fabric of her dress strains and strains against the new post-natal growth, a more rapid and copious expansion than the passive growth the teas so far had given her. Her tortured dress and apron finally capitulate, and her stupendously hypertrophied breasts burst free, slapping down against her torso as the shelf of her gravid belly disappears. You blush and look away at your first ever view of her uncovered mammarial splendour, creamy white milk beading and dripping from the tips of her thick nipples. Each dark brown pebbly areola was now even larger than her face and completely soaked in what looked to be delicious cream.

You wait for her to turn away and cover herself, but in her deluded state she seems completely unfazed by being half-naked in front of you. She hefts up one breast matter-of-factly, then wraps her delicate little fingers around the nipple and directs a spray of milk into a bucket between her feet. With her belly gone the skirt of her dress and apron are no longer forced above her hips, but the bottom hemline only barely reaches far enough down to obscure what must be a most engorged womanhood. If she leaned backwards much at all you're certain she'd be exposing herself, but the weight of her massive breasts seemed to keep her slouching forward.

"Ah, Shilpa," you begin tentatively, wondering how to frame your questions.

"Listening-ngg- sir," she says sweetly in between tugs, "It’s alright if I milk myself while- ahh- we talk, yes sir?"

"Err, um, sure, yes." It seemed that Shilpa’s unconscious mind and yours had even more fantasies in common than you had realised. You notice Shilpa cursing softly under her breath as some of her milk goes on the floor.

"Oh blast! I'm sorry again sir. I know I promised I'd do better sir."

"What do you mean better?" you ask.

"Well a week ago, while I was in labor I prommmmm-Mmmnn--promised I'd do everything you needed sir. Not just your cleaning but your cooking, and your shopping, and everything sir."

You blush, "Oh, no Shilpa, that's not necessary."

"Oh, that's kind of you sir, but it's what I deserve sir. I've been so slack in my duties while I've t-t-t-tried to be a ss-s-ssurrogate mother and a full time student."

"Shilpa, you're better than that."

"Please sir, you don't need to pretend. I know I've not been a good servant to you sir. I th-th-thouoooohhh-thought that I'd be able to catch up after I had the baby and given him to his parents, but now I have to milk myself so often." Her little hands begin to tug down harder on her swollen teats as she says this, and it is difficult not to watch- on top of that, the way she crosses her legs each time she orgasms causes her luscious hips to sway hypnotically, "I've been thinking sir, I should really quit my schooling. It's been interfering in my duties to you sir."

You look back up from staring at her breasts, "What? You want to quit your degree??" You doubted very much that the Aware Shilpa would have wanted that.

"Yes sir. You see, back in India I did, ooh-unng- did animal rights campaigns. I developed the belief that only consenting sentient beings should be employed as mmmmMmm-mmilk producers. The surrogate pregnancy gave me the opportunity to become one of those producers, and with the $60,000 I got from the parents, I can i-in-invest in some proper milking apparati and productivity research. I’ve realised this is my calling; I’m going to devote myself to, uh-unggg-mmm, to increasing my milk production for you. I think it's the most feminine thing in the world to be able to give milk and be so fertile in form and purpose."

Staring down at her thighs you could see trails of a viscuous opaque moisture that leads you to believe that she isn't wearing any panties to soak up her constant orgasms.

With that thought your mind is far too scattered to make a coherent response so Shilpa continues. "Anyway sir, while I produce these supplies f-f-for tonight’s ice cream sundae dessert, why don’t you chooOOoose one of Aunty’s tea flavours? I haven’t had a chance to try them yet, the options are- ngg, how odd- chattel, and c-cattle."

Your mind races. Aunty Parvarni had said one of these was the final option to make Shilpa your bride, but which was it? Chattel: that was an old term for property- wives had been counted as chattels in past centuries. That seemed to be a rather provocative choice of phrasing on Parvarni’s part but perhaps it was one of Shilpa's unsatiated desires to be owned and possessed. As for cattle, that was even more of an unknown, though looking at Shilpa as she massaged her milk into the bucket in front of you, you got the feeling it was also linked to one of her as yet unexpressed fantasies...

Upon seeing your indecision Shilpa pipes up, "Well, I like the s-s-sound of both Master- I mean, s-sir," said Shilpa, cheeks flushing, "Which onnn-nng-one is it to be? I'd ch-ch-chooose myself but my milking is c-ca-causing my PSAS to s-seriously d-d-oooonng-oooh, distract me..."

Neither you think. Shilpa should be eating the cake instead and making her own informed choice. That was the promise you’d made, but now she was looking at you so expectantly… it would be so easy to just… no, you had got this far, you had to do the right thing by her, but how can you resist temptation when it was milking itself in front of you on a pair of sex soaked thighs?

You stare at Shilpa's little fingers as they encircle the thick nipple on her round and incredibly fat breast. You knew in advance that her breasts were going to grow even bigger than usual and give milk, but seeing it first hand and in person is another experience entirely. Your libido is begging you to ignore your responsibility and take this once in a lifetime chance. It isn't even really once in a lifetime chance because women this wide hipped and big busted simply didn't come by in any man's lifetime, never mind one so casually calm about being half naked in front of you while constantly experiencing casual sexual climaxes.

"Sir, you seem distracted again." Shilpa broke you from your concentration, still awaiting your decision, and completely unaware that it was the final decision on the fate of the rest of her life.

"Shilpa, I-..I.." The bucket between her legs was almost full, and the breast she'd been working didn't seem all that drained, but her right breast was definitely still full and dripping with milk.

You take a deep breath: "I... don't think you should drink either Shilpa."

"Oh, but sir, Aunty Parvani would be so upset iiiifffnnggmmnn-if I didn't try her tea. Which sounds best to you sir? Chattel?"

"No, don't drink the chattel" you say as you reach down to pick up the cake. You break off a piece only to notice that Shilpa is now raising a tea cup to her lips. You drop the cake to steal the cup from her hands just as the edge of the tea cup is about to touch her lips. "I said don't drink the chattel!"

"Master! I'm so sorry! I swear it's not the chattel tea! I...I... thought you wanted me to drink the cattle."

It is then you realize that in your rush to snag the tea cup you've managed to push Shilpa up against the wall and yourself into the deep cleavage of Shilpa's half-nude body. Each of her breasts rest against the sides of your torso. You can feel her hips pressed against yours and she can feel...

"Oh, Oh! Oh sir, I can f-fe-feel y-your" Your hard-on is quite pronounced through your clothes as it presses against Shilpa's crotch. From within her cleavage you can feel her whole body shudder in orgasm from the sensation of feeling your manhood pressed against her. "S-sir, i-i-if it's my body you want, y-you can, can have it." Shilpa bit her lip as her face flushes red. She raises one beefy thigh and hugs your hips to her crotch with her leg. "Is that what you waa-ah-ah-ahnnnng-wa-want sir?" Her body climaxed again against yours, her breasts dripping and quaking against your sides.

It is what you want. If the fabric of your clothes hadn't been seperating your groins you'd probably be slipping your member inside of her right now. Your pelvis was already instinctively pushing against hers, and she moaned deeply as her oversized voluptuous leg tried to squeeze your hips tighter against hers. "Oh-oh yes s-sir. M-master. M-m-my body is yourrsss." Shilpa climaxes again at the mere thought of you inside of her.

You sigh deeply, knowing what you must do. With the hand that was not holding the tea you grab the piece of cake you'd broken off and stuff it into her mouth, and extricate yourself from your bosomy entrapment. Silently you lament to yourself having to give up the bliss that awaited between the pair of broodmother hips that could smother a loveseat all on their own.

The veil of ignorance lifts from her face and she looks at you in relief, then blushes deeply as she becomes aware of her own exposed state. She pulls her apron up over her bosom, though the gesture is somewhat futile as far as modesty is concerned.

"Th-thank you", she says, tears beading in her eyes, and embraces you in the loveliest hug you have ever experienced.

One Month Later...
You head over to the park just outside your house wondering why Shilpa has called you down there. You're glad that she feels confident to go out in public more now. For the first few days after the change she just wanted to stay in the house with you, exploring each other's desires, but over time she had grown used to the glances she received in the street, and had even secretly confided to you that she sometimes found the attention exciting. Of course she found most things exciting in some way. You see your intoxicatingly alluring lover sitting on a picnic rug under an old oak tree, gazing up at you adoringly.

"Happy Month-a-versary darling!" she says stretching upwards to kiss you as you sit down next to her, "I figured since it's been a month since that beautiful day when we first declared our love for one another that we should celebrate!"

You notice that she has that wicked tea pot which had started this whole adventure. For the last month you had both agreed to keep it hidden in the attic lest any temptation emerged to complete the spell and choose the last option, which you must admit had crossed your mind more than a few times when you were feeling particularly horny. "Honey what are you doing, you know how dangerous-"

"R-relax darling." she coos, clearly a little worked up, "I've been running some tests on the tea in the laboratory at the university, and I think I've worked out a way to alter the spells and make them temporary. I thought we could both try some with a little milk." She looks down at her chest and winks, but you are shaking your head, albeit reluctantly. Shilpa shivers and nods.

"I think we both know that's not a good idea Shilpa." Although your stiffening manhood betrays the sense of temptation you feel at the thought of it. "Anyway, how did you do today at university with the whole not-getting-worked-up thing? Did the new relaxation techniques help?"

Shilpa had put some of her surrogate pregnancy payment into a therapy course with a specialist doctor in Pesistent Sexual Arousal Syndrome. Alongside reinforced underwear, it seemed to be making a difference. She was nodding eagerly, "Oh yes, I didn’t touch myself or milk myself for 3 hours today, and I didn’t have any orgasms the whole time!"

You gulp. Her previous record of abstinence was 2 hours and 15 minutes, and after that she’d locked herself in the bedroom with you all night… you’d blacked out after six orgasms, while she was still powering along after 30 or so. "That’s fantastic darling!" you say, mentally preparing yourself for a marathon love making session in the park.

"And we got our results back for the first semester. I came top of the class!"

You can’t resist the pun, "In more ways than one!"

She blushes, "Haha, yeah, I might have got a little bit excited when I read my results."

"Ahh, so you were telling me a little fib before when you said you hadn't orgasmed!"

She pouts, "You said we didn’t have to count my academic achievement orgasms."

"Did we? I only remember saying we wouldn’t count classical music appreciation orgasms, art gallery orgasms, Vampire Staker season finale orgasms and chocolate flavoured dessert orgasms."

Shilpa shivers, "Stop it, you’re making me think of that delicious rich dark chocolate cake from last night with the creamy- ah-ah-ah-ahhhh-ngghhhh-ooooo."

Shilpa tosses her head back, her cascade of raven black hair arcing through the air as you notice two familiar dark patches radiate out across her shirt from each oversized nipple. She collapses against you, yielding flesh mashing against your torso. The bounty of creamy wetness drips down into your lap from her tits. Her dark lashed oryx eyes flash with faux indignation, and she plucks up a serviette, her tiny hands looking comical as she dabs vainly at the vast expanse of her soaking blouse.

"Look what you’ve done. Now we’ll have to have the drink the tea black."

"Forget about the tea," you say leaning towards her, and she gives you a knowing grin before reciprocating your kiss.

You withdraw from the kiss, and your heart skips a beat as you contemplate what you are going to ask next. "Well, I've been thinking about something actually."

Shilpa looks up at you with a big impish smile. "Oh? What about?" She gently strokes your manhood through your pants while pressing her breasts even more against you.

"Do you like this?" You ask while beginning to massage her breasts through her rapidly wetting shirt. Their supple flesh yields to your every touch.

She moans, "Y-yes." You kiss her deeply and pull her shirt up and over her head so that you can suckle her immense pouting nipples.

Speaking between slurps of her milk you ask, "I mean these changes. I love your milk filled breasts. I love your nerdy intelligence. I love your insatiable pussy. I love your inhumanly wide breeding hips." You suck her nipple in to your mouth once more while your words sink in before speaking again. "I want to know if you love it too Shilpa. Do you love what you've become and the relationship we're building?"

Shilpa shudders in pleasure and runs her fingers through your hair, further pressing your face against her engorged areola as you drink from it. "I do. I-I admit, at first I, oooh-mmm, I was scared. Really scared." She coos as her milk flows in to your mouth. "But this has bee-ee-eennn the happiest month of my life." You can feel the flesh in her breast quiver as her orgasm washes through her body, practically causing the milk to spurt faster down your throat.

You lift your head up, "Good." You remove your clothing, taking special time to watch Shilpa as she peels away the strained fabric of the clothes covering her lower body as she undresses for you as well. She pulls out a condom from the picnic bag and tosses it to you while settling down on to her voluminous ass. She hangs her astounding breasts in front of her lush lower lips, slowly arching her back to lift them up to tease you while she spreads her legs to offer you the delicious wet prize you so crave which even now is hungering to be sated.

You smile as you pick up the condom, and look at her gorgeous curvy body. "Actually, I was thinking, perhaps we're ready to step forward with our relationship."

Her eyes widen in curiosity. "What... kind of step?" She seems both nervous but eager in anticipation of what you're about to suggest. Her upper lips seem to tremble with excitement while the lips between her thighs begin dripping more from a different kind of excitement.

Choose The Epilogue
Time for you to choose Shilpa's ultimate fate! In the "Rate Me" feature where you leave comments please list which fate you'd like to befall her and it will be written up and posted here.
Option 1 – Propose to Shilpa then convince her to have sex without a condom and let you impregnate her, choosing her final fate without magic.
Option 2 - Now that Shilpa is comfortable with her body, convince her to willingly drink the chattle tea while having sex to complete the spell, fulfilling her repressed fantasy of being your slave wife.
Option 3 - Now that Shilpa is comfortable with her body, convince her to willingly drink the cattle tea while having sex, fulfilling her repressed fantasy of being your human cow.
Option 4 - Try to "break" the spell by having Shilpa eat reverse cake until she's pre-natal, give birth to become post-natal naturally, and then eat the reverse cake to make her post-natal while already post-natal, causing the spell to unravel.
Option 5 - Avoid anymore shenanigans, just have some nice relaxing month-a-versary love making in the park.
Option 6 - Any combination of the above, or something else. Feel free to comment on which fetishes you'd like the epilogue to focus on in any of these choices and how extreme you want them to be.

The option with the most enthusiastic vote will be presented next as an epilogue. If possible, please give us details on how you'd like to see your selected option play out.