Cream Dream - Chapter 1: Creamy, Dreamy

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Chapter 1: Creamy, Dreamy

The waitress’s bubbly and buttery smooth breasts bounced their way around this minuscule café from one table to the next during another morning rush. 

She was Cammy. 

A deeply shy young woman who desperately tried to make ends meet.  

The tiny local café was barely large enough to contain her 34M cup-sized tits and a handful of customers simultaneously.

[Cammy wetted her lips during work.] 

However, it was important to mention that most of these customers weren’t exactly there for coffee and tea. They were, but the main reason these men and women (yes, and women, too) chose to come to have their morning coffee and tea here was her. They were so jiggly and gorgeous that they were all their customer base would stare at as they enjoyed their caffeinated beverage.   

Don’t stare at me like that! 

Okay… 

You know what? You can stare a little.

There’s nothing I can do about it. It is, but it is. A lot of people often look at them. Stare at them. I mean, I can’t blame them. Look at this uniform. 

Cammy thought to herself as she constantly bounced from one side of the café to the next, so she could serve all these customers as fast as she possibly could. 

[She cleared her throat as she served so many cups of coffee.] 

It’s pretty hard to believe, but my breasts weren’t as huge as they are now a couple of weeks ago.

They were not. 

I promise.

It’s sort of new. 

“Cammy! Wake up! There are more coffees to serve, and they're getting cold by the minute!” her boss behind the counter shouted at her, waking her up and snapping her out of this trance she was in as she flew from table to table. Her gigantic and creamy breasts bounced and jiggled around with every step she made. 

…! 

“Um! I’m coming right away!” 

After everyone had been served, and it was a tad bit quieter in the modest café as far as orders were concerned, Cammy’s first break of the day came by.

[She sighed, glad she survived that morning rush.] 

Oof! Break time! Finally! 

Cammy circled the front counter and undid the straps of the white and black apron she wore, which constituted her entire work uniform, revealing her actual and personal clothes underneath it. 

Today, Cammy wore a lemonade pink, low-cut sweater, which showed a regal amount of cleavage, a lavender ultra-mini skirt, and purple-lilac high-heels. 

She adorably readjusted her thick glasses after slipping that work apron at the top of her head and hanging it. 

Cammy was two seconds away from traversing to the other side of the café and picking an empty table where she hoped to sit during her short break before she was abruptly intercepted near the counter.

Her boss suddenly stopped her and awkwardly shoved a short and young man between the two of them. 

“Cammy!” 

“Yes?”

“We will be taking on a new temporary employee. His name’s Dacre. I want you to show him the ropes. Now,” she was swiftly and roughly tasked to do. 

“But, boss, I was just about to go on my break…” she shyly and nervously reminded her superior. 

“Then, bring him along with you.”

What? That’s it?

[Cammy smacked her lips together as she realized that there was nothing she could do about it.]         

***

Not too long after receiving this demand, Cammy still pursued the plan of taking her break as usual, except that she was bringing this new employee, Dacre, along for the ride.

Dacre was only one year younger than she was.

She was twenty-six years old and he was twenty-five. 

Dacre had beautiful peridot-green-colored eyes and slightly long dark brown hair that reached his ears.  

Dacre didn’t have wide shoulders, and he wasn’t muscular, however, there was something about him that Cammy immediately found interesting the first moment she laid eyes on him… He was rather skinny and he had this strangely acrobatic presence to him and  his movements  were always rather slow and controlled, like all of his movements had a purpose.     

He followed her to the empty booth in the café that she picked.

He sat with her as she placed a bag on the seat next to her at her left. 

“What’s that?” the curious man asked her.

“Everything,” she explained simply and mysteriously to him as she opened the bag and pulled a large and rectangular item out of it—an old, vintage typewriter—hers was cream-colored. 

Finally, some time for me to do my real work. I’m excited just thinking about it. Thankfully, it’s not too late for me.  

So, without wasting another second of her short and precious break, she placed the typewriter on the table of the booth and… 

Click! Click! Click! Click!

… She began typing away!   

[Cammy purred as she relished in the fact that she could finally write once more.] 

“Is this some sort of old keyboard?” Dacre asked her. 

“Something like that.” 

“Okay. So, you’re doing some writing work during your break instead of teaching me what I’ll have to do here. Boring.” 

“Hey. It’s my break. I’ll show you everything you have to do right after I’m done,” Cammy was in her right to want to spend her pause any way she wished to. 

“Never mind that! I’m not the kind of guy who enjoys patiently waiting too much!” Dacre then suddenly stood up in the café, “I’ll start working right now and learn on the fly on my own!” and just like that, Dacre began running into the small establishment, rushing to serve some customers their orders.

What is he doing? Why is he running in the first place? 

“Hold on, Dacre! Be careful! Don’t run so fast in here, otherwise, you’ll—” 

—Thud! 

But it was already too late. 

Despite her warning, Dacre accidentally ran into a table! 

A table that had a couple of iced coffees on it, resulting in everything catastrophically falling all over the floor! 

[She audibly gasped when she saw him fall.] 

“Dacre!” 

“Ouch!” 

Pulled out of her break, Cammy jumped into action to the young man’s aid! 

…

Meanwhile, as the old cream-colored typewriter was left alone, sitting on the table, the vintage device suddenly began to glow without any explanation.

No one saw it glowing and glaring as it only lasted for a brief moment, but it did.  

… 

Ting! 

The machine soon surprisingly generated a metallic sound without anyone touching it.

…

“Told you to be careful around here.” 

But he wouldn’t listen to me. I don’t even know him yet, but he’s pretty hotheaded. I know that much. 

“I didn’t see that table…” Meanwhile, as Cammy was completely distracted and no longer paying any attention to her abandoned typewriter, helping the untrained employee, something else would happen…

Ting! 

The same sound as earlier would be heard.

This time, it would be a pair of bells crafted in the shape of claws, which were dangling on the side of her mini-skirt that would make that sound as they swung.

“...” Cammy heard it immediately. 

[Cammy would gasp once more, nervously this time.] 

Eyes wide open, she froze.

“Are you alright? You look weird.” 

Shaking as she squatted, hovering over to Dacre, her sweater soon became a lot tighter than it was mere seconds ago. 

“Uh…” 

[Cammy moaned intensely as she was shaking.] 

Cammy’s breasts slowly enlarged, growing before Dacre’s eyes.

No! Not now! That means I’m too late! 

The young man saw everything.  

Breasts turning bigger. Nipples become thicker and a lot more visibly under the fabric of her top. 

[Cammy moaned much louder as her breasts expanded under her sweater.] 

…

“Cammy?” 

Seconds later, cat ears appeared on both sides of her head! 

“What are those?”

Then, the cat ears became even longer and wider!  

“Ears? Cat ears?” Dacre was still down on the ground as Cammy transformed before his eyes. 

Her breasts were much heavier now. 

Oh, no, I need to be milked!

Cammy realized.