Cream Dream: Prologue

Greetings fellow readers and friends,

As I updated you and told you guys yesterday, I am currently editing and polishing Cream Dream to make it even better and more coherent with the newer stories.

This is the prologue that you read before but with a few changes and lots of improvements.

I will let you read for yourself if you wish to, but basically, I am working on developing Cammy and Dacre a lot more as characters, which is important to me.  

I'm excited to receive your feedback, comments, and suggestions if you have any for me, as always. Thank you so much and stay awesome!

Cream Dream. By Camille Juteau. 

Prologue

My dream was always to be a writer.

There is nothing else in the entire world that attracts me more than writing stories. 

This was something that was always rooted in me, yet, recently, there was a darker period during which I was not able to accomplish the work I was supposed to and everything was re-energized when I uncovered something in my old mother’s basement…

What she found was a vintage typewriter. 

At first, the antique machine appeared to be harmless, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. 

Feeling more inspired than ever, she sat down in her mother’s basement at a dusty desk and began typing away on that ancient typewriter.

[She hummed curiously when she first saw it.] 

What followed was not what this shy woman, who was originally supposed to be cleaning up her mother’s basement for her, predicted would happen. As she began typing away on the typewriter and listened to the beautiful clicking sounds that it made as she used it, she felt great. She felt creative for once. Her creative juices were flowing for once, and that encouraged her to write more. She still had a few more hours left to clean the basement, so there was no rush, she could type on the typewriter for a while longer if she truly wished to.

Hey. This is a lot of fun.  

However, as she originally settled on beginning to write an innocent story about a lady human cat person which was originally meant to be serious and straightforward, the story soon turned into something else entirely…

Before she knew it, the innocent and down-to-earth tale turned… Slightly different. 

Whatever she was typing on that piece of paper became a lot more erotic and perverted than she originally wished for it to be.

[So much so that it made her moan at that moment.] 

She never hoped or tried to write anything erotic, but the lady human with the adorable cat ears and cat tail she was writing about began having sex with her love interest, and that was when she stopped everything! 

The young woman finally shook herself out of this erotic and creative trance, and she pulled back from the typewriter. She stood up in the basement and looked around to make sure no one saw this, as if someone was in here and interested enough in reading the perversions she had unwillingly typed away.                

[She audibly gasped erotically when she first realized what she was doing.] 

“What the hell am I doing?” she asked herself out loud 

I never meant to write any of this. What’s wrong with me? 

Shaking her head a few more times, she ultimately decided to not think too much of it and pulled back from the desk a bit more, and it was at that moment that she noticed that she had turned wet. 

What’s this? Um… I guess I was a little friskier than I thought I was. 

Then, as she once again pulled back a bit more from the desk, she saw something that was dangling on the knob on the left side of the typewriter. 

It was a pair of bells. 

What’s that? 

However, they weren’t exactly bells.

They were, but they were made in the shape of claws.  

The bells were of a blush pink-orange color. 

A color that attracted her.

So much so, that the beautiful color lured her back to the desk and the typewriter. 

She touched the bells. Held them in her hand as she felt the surprising weight of them. Barely touching them for five seconds the bells in the shape of claws broke off from the knob, the strings being too old, so it was unattached from the typewriter, and they fell right into her palms. She slowly pulled back from the desk again and took a closer look at the bells. 

They are bells, but they're miniature claws at the same time? So unique. It’s a symbol of ferocity. That’s perfect. I wish I was a bit fiercer in my life from time to time, it seems like everyone is constantly threading on me for some reason…  

[She hummed in wonder.] 

So, the distracted woman finally snapped out of it and remembered that she was originally supposed to do some work around here. Planning on continuing to clean the basement, she took the unique and fascinating bells with her, hoping to show them to her mother later on and learn about them, interested to find out if they were special or not. Perhaps her mother would want to have them again or something. So, she quickly attached the pink-orange bells to the side of her lavender-purple skirt, leaving them to dangle on the side of her leg. 

She finally continued cleaning up the basement again until… 

… Ding-ding! 

The two pink-orange bells suddenly jiggled by themselves while she was not even moving. 

Um? 

Then, she noticed the ancient and dusty typewriter glaring from the corner of her eye, mere seconds after the bells had been rung when they shouldn’t be moving or ringing.

She fully turned to the desk, and she now felt like the typewriter was staring right at her. Even if it didn’t possess any eyes, to begin with. 

[She cleared her throat as she felt watched.]  

What’s going on here? 

Progressively feeling too wet and horny to stay here any longer, she walked back to the desk in the hope of ultimately placing the bells back where they originally were. However, when she touched the warm-colored claw bells again, everything changed for her…

She froze!     

Then, her flat chest began vibrating. Shaking. Her nipples trembled as she changed. 

Her non-existent breasts began growing before her very own eyes.

Tits were given to her.

Her breasts increased in volume.

Growing as she still couldn’t move at all.

Then, not too long after she went from flat-chested to huge-breasted, cat ears were summoned on the top of her head.

They were real cat ears. Straight-up point cat ears. 

It wasn’t exactly clear what color they were at first, however, once Cammy rose and stepped out of the shadows of the basement where she was, their color was finally revealed… 

The cat ears were pink on the outside with a bright orange tone inside.

Her ears were adorable.    

Then, finally, something came out of her back right above her ass…

It was a tail.

She could see it coming.

It was a long cat’s tail.           

This has to be a dream. What’s happening to me? I’m becoming a cat? 

The next step in her transformation was to have milk leak out of both of her nipples.

Which happened only a few seconds after she had been changed into a human with moderate cat features with the natural ability to produce lots of milk… 

[The human cat moaned as she leaked milk out of her big tit.]