Chapter 2: Teaching the Cat (Kid)

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AN: Ah yes, got dared into the Loli one.

You are Tammy and your parents suck.

Sure, all kids say that, but considering that they always skip town and not even check on you for the holidays always bums you out.

Some kids at school used to bully you for that but... They kind of started to feel sorry as they realized how sucky it was.

But it was alright as the holidays always cheered you up.

"Still with the cat girl costume?" A most traitorous best friend of yours ask and you groan.

"Says the one that always wear the ghost duck costume," You retort and Duckie rolls her eyes as you are getting ready for the trick or treating.

"Well, not always. Like now."

You roll your eyes. Once again, Duckie skipped on Halloween tradition of trick or treating for some silly parties.

'You are a girl too, you should know.'

And yet you don't get it. Why being a girl should make trick or treating any less fun?

You decided against spoiling your mood.

You have taken steps to make it memorable as you have been waiting to use the magic book Mrs. Brickman gave you last Halloween.

You were never too old to believe in magic and the one spell that the Witch Sheep suggested was perfect: for a full night you would become you costume - a cat kid!

The delightful idea worked perfectly without Duckie, especially since you wanted to surprise everyone with her cool costume.

You went back home, finished all chores, and then waited for the late afternoon. Soon you were fishing out all the needed items and notes to the backyard.

The ritual was flashy and yet the most important bit was that it worked.

You were now a cat kid with purple fur, green eyes and a fangy smile.

Picking your hat, jacket and pumpkin-shaped bag, you are off to make big candy gains. Although you feel like it's a bit windier than usual...

Of course, nothing prepared you to turn this innocent and cool adventure into something quite big for your growth.

Your name is Rachel Brickman and you are finally a proud mama.

Of course, going from a murderous voodoo rabbit husband to Jerome was indeed a big change.

Starting with your decision to cremate Jack's decaying body in the basement (same for his victims) and eventually facing your mother-in-law once you figured out a way to temporarily go back to be a human.

Jerome's mother set up a big standard, or should have been if she hadn't told you that everyone has their own paces after listening to your backstory.

She was a bit puzzled about the voodoo bit, but understood how damning love can be at times.

The woman was nonetheless a lifesaving saint, and you are glad that you can enjoy Halloween with your three baby boys at their grandma's place.

So now you are ready to have your hubby give you another proper rut and put three more cuties in your womb.

All was shaping wonderfully despite some irritating matters about your form causing you to limit the times you leave the house.

At least your kids were born humans...

Now, the biggest bit to start your plan centered around presentation.

You have been getting more comfortable to walk at home in the nude. Your obsidian hunk made the chore pleasant by praising you and... Well, tasting you.

Thus you were going to give him a surprise as you knew he would turn up early for the trick or treating.

You had married quite the big man child when it comes to Halloween.

As you hear the door ring, you get ready to surprise your chocolate husband, a smile crossing your lips as you open the door and-

"Trick or treat, big boy~?"

You realize a bit too late that it is not your hubby. In fact, your little flash caused the one visiting to help and trip on herself.

You look down as you realize:

1) it's that sweet girl Tammy;

2) she actually used the partial transformation spell;

Then you remember what just happened and panic returns.

"Everything's alright, dear?" You ask out of concern, yet you are puzzled as Tammy is just staring at you... "You almost seem mesmerized!"

You slowly notice her gaze is aimed at-

At your groin!

You have been getting wet and sweaty down there, and thus the child was staring right at your womanly folds.

The blushing Tammy seems to snap back before you could apologize.

"M-Mrs. Brickman! I-I am sorry-"

"None of that child, I should be the one apologize and..." You stop as you realize that she is... "Oh dear, did you forget to put more things on your costume? You are completely exposed!"

A silly mistake for a first-trier, but still dangerous as she was a child wandering with her cunny out in the open.

Tammy looked down, shock doubling on her feline features.

"Come inside, now!"

The child nodded, covering herself as she bolted inside.

Trick or treating had definitely gotten a whole lot more interesting compared to the usual years.

You are still Tammy the Cat-Kid, and you are still recoiling from the fact you didn't notice you just went outside with a big smile and your flower out.

You feel very shocked but overall comforted by Mrs. Brickman, who explains she had planned to trick her husband by being nude.

Still, you are glad she gave you chocolate cookies and some sheets to cover yourself. Looking down at your fur, you realize your nipples show just slightly, while your cunny is on full display for anyone watching to see.

Thankfully it was dark and you didn't cross path with anyone until checking this house.

You should feel very ashamed to have shown all of that to Mrs. Brickman but... You kind of don't.

The sheep lady is such a nice woman and treats you...

Well, she is like another mom.

A nice mom that is always there when needed. And she bakes you snacks, help you with clothes' advice and even help you comb your hair.

And now, as you look at her nude frame, you are kind of awed by how she didn't feel ashamed about it.

You feel awkward at being so exposed but, as you look at Mrs. Brickman, the shame doesn't feel too difficult to handle.

And then you notice it.

A thin drop of white trickling from her left nipple, soon descending down her breasts much to her discomfort.

You are not a baby, and yet the sight of that drop of breast milk awakens in you a sudden thirst. You don't know how long you have been staring at her breasts, but the sheep woman notices.

"Tammy?"

You felt slightly upset about being pulled from the ogling but-

"N-Nothing!"

Or course, the woman's gaze turn downwards and she cup her leaking breast. She looks thoughtful at first, but then-

"Do you want some?"

The offer makes your mouth water despite your mind conjuring a rebuttal.

"I-I am not a baby."

"You are not a baby, sweetie, but since you are a kitty cat and you are thirsty, I wanted to ask you to help me. It kind of hurts to be so swollen."

It does? It hurts? You are not familiar with the topic, but the woman doesn't seem to be lying. Thus, against your own principles of not being a baby, you slip out of the couch and comply in sitting by Mrs. Brickman's lap.

Your nose is instantly assaulted by the scent of milk, her mind further deafened by your thirst.

You are not fully sold in the way you are set half-lying on the woman's lap, but then your mouth finds her leaky nipples.

Nothing else matter as you start suckling, your throat warmed by sweet nectar pouring in. You feel truly at ease with the world, sighing as your mind gets a bit sleepy.

Then, as you are distracted, you feel a jolt pass your whole body.

"Oh dear, your cunny is so swollen, hun. Do you want me to help you back?"

You are not fully sure how the help was meant to work, but the mere feeling of her fingers rubbing your tiny slit makes you interested enough.

And thus you nod.

The next minutes are the best ever for you. You are drinking the best sweet milk ever, all the while Mrs. Brickman is teasing your flower until you pee yourself.

'Cumming', that's how the woman corrected you.

"Was that nice?"

You nod, lips still stained white with creamy milk.

"Do you want to help me with the other?"

You nod again, with greater vigor. "Yes, mama!"

You don't realize the mistake until later, but Mrs. Brickman smiles at this as she finds it a lovely evolution for the situation.

You are soon slurping more milk, all the while the woman take care of your plump cunny.

Then, after that's done, the nice woman offers you an idea.

"Do you want to help me trick my hubby, Hun?"

You are a tired black man known as Jerome Brickman.

You are pissed off because you were meant to go back home early for Halloween to spend solo with the wifey.

Of course, some criminals thought they could rob the bank with knives. You gave them a needed ass-whooping.

You were not injured, the people were safe. But the cops wanted a thorough profile.

You were almost arrested due to racial profiling, but the bank owner is a fellow black man and ripped a new hole on the skinny assholes that tried to haul you in jail for no reason.

You are soon home to enjoy Halloween. You expected your sheep lady to answer the door, but she doesn't.

Maybe she is planning a prank. Thus you check around until...

You find her in the master bedroom. Same for an unplanned visitor. Which is a cat Tammy.

Both the ladies are in bed, both wearing Halloween-themed panties, socks and arm-sleeves.

"Surprise, big guy. Today we are having a unplanned baby making sex ed session!"

She sounds serious and so is Tammy despite the kid looking a bit tense.

You weren't sticking your dick in her, this much you resolved, but your wifey seemed aware of this as Tammy was here to look at most and barely touch.

Turns out that Rachel was serious about the lesson as she mixes moans with advices about having sex.

The girl watches with awed eyes as you plow your lady. You are as rough as usual, but you tone down the dirty talking since you don't want to outright scare the girl.

Despite all of that, you see Tammy molesting herself, sexually aroused by what she was witnessing while also eyeing your wifey with some jealousy.

At the end of the lesson, Tammy got to 'clean up'.

You would have thought the kid would have backed off, but she was quite intense in sucking the tip of your meaty dick.

And she kept the same enthusiasm when she sloppily drank cum out of your wifey's honey pot.

It was indeed a memorable experience for you, but for more reasons than getting intimate with Tammy.

First, you dig about her parents. Her being alone so long at home with limited supplies sounded fishy, so you get some old buddies from school to help you find out what is going on.

Tammy's parents were arrested for being involved in some strange drug business involving the Colombian cartel.

And the girl ended up adopted by you and your wife.

If there were any sexual interactions those were few and rare, with the biggest one being Tammy's 18th birthday when. She wanted to pop her cherry with some rawdogging.

In the end, following her mommy's experience, Tammy decided to buy a nice house near the hood and ended up finding love in the nice fellow known as Demetrius Roark.

Nonetheless, she still hosts silly pranks for Halloween in her old costume.

She lived a happy life with her future husband and loving adoptive family.

Your name is Felix Kranken and you feel embarrassed in relaying this strange dream to your therapist.

You changed to this one a month ago, and you have to admit the nightmares have gotten significantly easier to manage.

Then again, Dr. Jamal Brickwall was tough with and outside. He knew how to tackle your guilt and traumas, and never shamed you for your mistakes.

His medical therapy also felt much less hurting to your mind, and you can't help but think that 'Jerome' is your own mind's way to see the therapist as a real problem fixer.

"Not gonna lie, this isn't the first time my patients dreamed of me like that. A saviour from the pain, but it's quite rare for it to go sexual," Jamal pointed out. "Maybe the sexual turn is more about your own unfulfilled self, and how you shaped the need of a resolution through sexual repression. You told me you haven't seen anyone after your wife left you years ago."

You nod, the memory too distant to matter now but it kind of explained why those dreams are so weirdly erotic.

"Should- Should I got back to dating?"

Jamal scrouched his face. "As your specialist and fellow man, you need just to find self gratification."

You don't get it, and your face shows as much.

"You need to fap, brother. Here's some websites. If you want some Anthro stuff, here's a specific place where you can dig your niche genres."

You leave the therapist's office with a stranger resolve but... An equally weird idea.

What if this was a sign you needed to find where Sha was and hook her up with your therapist?

Food for thoughts, but first... You decide to try porn.

AN

A dream! But... It doesn't need to be!