Cream Dream - Chapter 2: Milking Time

Chapter 2: Milking Time

The embarrassment. 

Everything unfolded so fast and swiftly that Cammy had no idea at first if anyone saw her transforming at the center of the café. 

Ahn! Did someone see me? There are over a dozen people in there, and can’t quite figure out if anyone saw me or not. The only one that I know for a fact saw me is…

Him! 

Dacre saw me.

He witnessed me transform. 

He without the shadow of a doubt saw my ears. He perhaps even saw my tail, but I’m not too positive about that yet. I mean, he was sitting on the ground under me, so he probably had to be behind me to see it, but that doesn’t matter now. Heck, I’m certain he saw my breasts enlarging under my top. 

It is so awkward.   

[Cammy bit her lower lip and played with it.] 

Cammy, the disheveled waitress, stood up and ran as soon as she could into that back area of the café, which was some kind of tiny break room. There, this was where she ran to hide. Still, in her bestial form of a human cat with cat ears, and a tail, she hid in a corner, unsure what to do next, especially as she feared that more than one person saw her. 

However, the most interesting thing about all of this was not that Cammy was frightened by this, not exactly because she was legitimately more…

… I’m frisky! 

And she was as soon as she suddenly shifted into her human cat form earlier on the floor of the café. 

My heavy and enlarged breasts are so full of milk. I can feel the milk in there. The milk is what is making them so swollen. God, it’s a miracle that my sweater holds up and continues to do so until now. The fabric of my top is so wet now. 

[She moaned as she accidentally leaked within her sweater.] 

A pair of oval wet circles were formed on her sweater where her breasts were.

Exactly where her nipples were. 

I’m leaking! 

I’m lactating so much and it’s not stopping!   

…

I need to be milked right now! 

I’ll have to milk myself… 

There’s no other option… 

…

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. 

And exactly as she thought that she’d have to pull her sweater up and milk her tits herself during her short break at work, Cammy suddenly heard footsteps in the hallway coming this way into the tiny room where she was. She was already massaging her breasts through her sweater to bring herself ready to milk herself by the time she began hearing the footsteps.  

Someone’s coming.

[A couple of milky drops were heard right before she had to stop everything so suddenly.] 

Reluctantly turning her head around and taking a look at who that was, she confirmed that it was Dacre. 

Not her boss, and not any other people, but it was the new employee of the local coffee shop. 

“It’s okay, I don’t want to make you feel worse,” he told her as he slowly entered the minuscule room.

“Ah. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Everything is going perfectly fine here. I’m just taking some time to relax before heading back there. Please leave. Don’t worry about it,” She desperately hoped to have him go back as she hid as much as possible. Her back facing him, hiding her enlarged and swollen, milky breasts just as much as her cat ears. 

The only problem was that her back was facing him, that her cat’s tail was now coming out of her lavender skirt, and that Dacre was able to take one good look at it without her knowing.

“I can see your tail.”          

[Cammy audibly and erotically gasped as she heard him saying that.] 

He can? Oh, right, my back is facing him. My tail most likely came out from under my skirt. I can’t make it stop moving, either. Ugh. This is going pretty bad.

…

Poke!         

Distracted and so heavily embarrassed, Dacre, the new employee of the café, silently walked up to her without her noticing, circling her right before poking at her left breast with his right index finger. 

“What are you doing?” she asked him as she froze. 

“You don’t have to hide from me, you know?” 

“I don’t…?”

“You know what? I sure like your cat’s costume. It’s well-made. I don’t know about bringing your costume to work, but yet again, a milky cat maid sounds pretty nice to me.” Dacre admitted to her.

He—he thinks this is a costume… He thinks I’m wearing a costume. 

“This—this cat maid needs to be milked…” Embracing the arrogant, but pretty guy more and more, opening herself more to him, she accidentally slipped and declared to him that she had to be milked, which was all natural and fair to her since this was all she could think about when she had much milk slowly leaking out of her nipples. 

Two seconds later, Dacre looked down at her breasts and noticed the pair of soaking wet circled on the fabric of her sweater, where her nipples were. 

“It’s milk?” he hesitantly asked her.

Thump! Thump!      

[So exhausted from waiting, Cammy moaned and then grunted right before liberating her tits for him.] 

Cammy agitated and sloppily pulled her sweater up and unleashed both soaking and milky tits to him! 

Leaving them to erotically bounce in the air as they were dumped out of her sweater.

Cammy wasn’t wearing any bra today.

“It is!” Cammy finally answered his most recent question, as if it wasn’t obvious already.

“They’re—they’re so big. Your breasts are so massive. And both of them are leaking.”

…

“They’re full. Do you mind helping me out?”

“Of course! But how am I supposed to do that, exactly?”

“Use your hands. Squeeze them. It should come out,” she instructed him. 

[She couldn’t stop moaning a bit more intensely as erotic tension was building up in the break room.] 

The young man then picks up my right boob and slowly begins to massage it. Squeeze it a bit. Strongly, but not too hard. And as soon as he does so, ounces and ounces of my creamy milk gushes out of my tit. Satisfying me. Support. Relief. And pleasure. 

All at the same time.  

[As she was milked by the pretty young man, Cammy pushed uncontrollable and powerful moaning out of her mouth, lusting for this moment as her breasts were slowly being emptied.]