ROYAL REWARD: Chair of the Meeting (Latex, Furniture TF) (Patreon)

CFO Christi Cake marched through the corridors of BigBiz like an empress, the swollen globes of her oversized ass bouncing beneath her pencil skirt like they were spring-loaded.

Things had been going well for BigBiz this quarter: profits were up, expenses were down, and everything seemed to be going sideways for their competitors. All in all, she had a lot of reason to be confident as she approached the executive meeting room. At 24, she was already the youngest CFO in BigBiz history, and at this rate, she’d be the youngest CEO as well.

Reaching the meeting room, she paused. What was she hearing? It sounded like squeaking. Two different kinds of it: one was the squeak of skin against rubber, and the other was the squeak of a high-pitched voice. No-one’s she knew, either.

Intruders? She chewed her lip, frozen in indecision. What should she do? The sensible thing would be to retreat and fetch security, but Christi had never been the kind of high-powered young businesswoman who went to other people for help. Steeling herself, she kicked open the door, stepped inside–

–and froze as she realized she’d doomed herself.

The chairs were gone – that was the first thing she noticed. In their place stood two rows of colorful sculptures, works of modern art halfway between the contents of lava lamps and seats, all coated in a slick latex. 

Stranger by far, however, were the people sitting in them:

“Oh, wight, nya! Let’s take a peek at the quawterly weports!” Halfway down the table, a cat-eared young woman in a very tight-fitting blouse adjusted her glasses and squinted at the sheets in her hands. “It says that pwofits are over the Moon, nya! Wow!” She read on. “Ship cawwying the money lost in Lunar orbit?!” 

On the other side of the table, another catgirl held a comically-large cell phone to her ear. “Nyeah, nyeah. 100 shares of Edison. 150 shares of GameGo. Then put all my chips on black, nya.”

“Nyou’re fired!” cried the one at the end of the table, thrusting her finger seemingly at random. “Nyou’re fired! Nyou’re fired! Nyou’re fired! Nyou’re– Nyo, nyot nyou, Fera, nyou’re going to be my nyew secretary.” 

Christi swore. Bakeneko.

Sweating, she took a step backward, wondering if she could close the door and get out before any of them noticed her. But the instant her heel touched the floor, every eye in the room snapped to her. “Oh, look!” cried the one with the reports, “it’s the nyew intern, nya! Bring her in! Bring her in! Snap snap!” 

Crap! 

Two of the nearest ‘neko leapt to their feet and grabbed her, dragging her bodily across the room to the table, where they pressed her into the empty spot at the end. Trembling, she struggled to face her captors. “L-let me go!” 

The catgirl with the reports giggled. “Sorry, nya, but if nyou wanna make it in the big hard world of business, nyou’ve gotta get under the desk and start sucking some big hard cock. Metaphorically speaking.” She cleared her throat. “But also, like, literally.” 

What the hell is she–? A strange smacking sound caught Christie’s ears. Blinking, she traced it to its source: one of the strange latex chairs. And squealed as she realized what it was.

“Gluck! Gluckgluck!” What she’d taken to be a strange chair was actually a woman like herself, lying curled up on her back in a shell of tight latex, her legs up in the air to serve as a backrest, her arms raised for her user to rest their own on, and her mouth wrapped around the throbbing cock of a Bakeneko.

Staring at its pulsing veins, Christi paled. “Oh Mom! Mom, help me!” 

Giggling, the Bakeneko with the reports produced her pointer. 

Zzzap! 

Christi jerked back, squealing, as her business casualwear exploded in a shower of thick pink goop. Swirling around her, it snapped taut and, like a living thing, spread across her, spilling swiftly over her torso and her thighs and hurrying to reach the ends of her limbs, to cover every gap of her exposed skin. She squealed one final time as it lapped at her chin, and the stuff took the change to force its way through her lips and down her throat, cutting her off with one last muffled squeak. A second later, it crossed her eyes, and everything became very tight and very pink. 

Everything became dark. She squirmed, but the latex was tight, too tight to fight against. Squeezing her, it moved her, bending her pliant body like she was a figurine. Lowering her to her knees, it rolled her onto her back, curled her, raised her legs, and pushed her head forward till her neck hurt. Finally, it lifted her into the air on a pillar of itself, bringing her latex-clad front up to the level of a proper seat. 

Her vision returned, as if the latex had turned translucent. Christi had just enough time to see her own latex-clad crotch before–

Squeak! “Mmmmphf!” 

A Bakeneko in a tight pencil skirt dropped onto her stomach, her big butt knocking all the air out of her. “Oooh,” she said, making herself comfy. “This one’s soft, nya. Let’s see how good she is at the weally important part though…”

Spreading her legs, she raised her skirt, and as Christi stared in terror, guided a throbbing, arm-sized cock out of her straining panties. It landed on Christi’s boobs with a plop, squirting a big glob of precum at her lips. She squealed at the taste. Ew! 

“Ooo, I think she likes it, nya!” With a laugh, the Bakeneko shuffled forward and, without mercy, thrust all ten inches of her shaft straight down Christi’s throat. 

Her jaws strained, struggling to accept it. She squealed at its immense size and awful taste. Ew! Ew! Ew! Get it out! Get it out! 

“Nyow,” continued the catgirl in charge, “let’s discuss firing that useless IT department…”