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I posted this to FA nearly a year ago. I hadn't realized this was the superior website for stories! Perhaps I'll get back into it. ;3 Critique and requests welcome.

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His tag said "Barris." Considering he was a bear, Sam felt rather sorry for his unfortunate name, almost as sorry as he felt for the equal misfortune of being the manager of Mike's Discount Furniture. And who was Mike, anyway? Someone who had probably moved on to better things, such as holding a managerial role at Mike's Slightly-Discounted Furniture. Regardless, Barris looked both swarthy and burly enough that it's unlikely anyone ever brought attention to the homophone within his name. He was also talented enough to manage the hole-in-the-wall store all on his lonesome on a particularly busy Friday night: A pair of customers entered willingly, and not just to use the unisex bathroom.

Katie had finally moved on from her laptop and upgraded to some kind of gaming rig - something Sam didn't much know about - and now she just needed a nice office chair since she couldn't just hunch over the coffee table to scream at her old thin piece of hardware. And while Sammy and Katie hadn't been dating long, it was still something of an obligation to go shopping with her. "Somebody must carry the chair to the trunk!" In reality, Katie was a thick, busty, wide-hipped wolf who could sweep Sammy's lithe kitty body into her arms with one hand and hold the office chair in the other.

"So, what do you think?" Katie cooed, gesturing towards a dilapidated chair. It was the only one in the whole diminutive store, and for the only option - it wasn't much of an option. The leather was tearing apart, loose springs rippled all over the cushion. And it wasn't pink. Katie never outgrew the color.

"Well, it's definitely a chair," agreed Sammy. Really, they could have just picked something up off Craigslist... He looked over his shoulder at the quiet Barris, doing a poor job at being a bad salesman. The bear didn't seem to notice. He was openly staring at Katie's derriere as she bent over the chair, pressing her paws into the padding, seemingly unaware of her own flaunting, her hips swaying from side to side. Sammy should have advised against her wearing yoga pants.

Barris' lustful stare faded when he caught Sammy scowling. But he suddenly broke into an infectious grin and rubbed his palms together.

"So, what do you think? That chair's a beaut!" The cat parted his lips to respond, but Barris continued. "Do you see that fine upholstery? It should be twice that price. You know what? You two are a cute couple--Yeah, I can tell--I can give it to you for eighty."

Sammy could've let it go, let Katie just buy the tilted chair and move on, but he'd already decided he wasn't letting Barris get his hands on a single dollar. Not after he eyed up his girlfriend like that.

"That sounds--" Katie started--

"Terrible. It's a terrible deal. We can find a better chair for twenty." Sammy put his hands on his hips and smirked, his head tilted way back as he stared up at the rugged beast. Barris was easily two feet taller, if not more.

The manager cupped his jaw and tapped at his upper lip, humming thoughtfully before breaking into a Cheshire grin. "I think I've got an extra model in the back. Never used." He dropped his dense hand on Sammy's shoulder and smiled at Katie. "I think I could use your stud here to help me bring it over? Do you mind?"

The wolf was now staring at her phone, sitting upside-down on the chair, her legs curling over the backrest as she tapped at her phone. She didn't even raise her head from the screen. Sam was hoping she'd at least offer to come with him. He wasn't looking forward to being alone with this scumbag. "Oh? You have fun back there, boys!"

Barris led the cat just past the last rows of chairs and to a doorway with plastic streamers, tagged "Employees Only." The sign was sideways. With his hand still on Sam's shoulder, he pulled him in and guided the cat into the back room, walking behind him as Sammy ambled through the doorway.

"This is a little uncomfortable," Sam stated blankly after the beast placed his other hand on the boy's shoulder, walking him deep to the back of the office, past rows of broken sofas, stained futons, and half a mattress.

"I don't want you getting lost. Kittens have a habit of doing that. Don't they?"

"What are you--" Sammy was interrupted by a thick red ballgag that Barris plunged into his open maw and then strapped tight behind his head.

As the cat pulled away, Barris pushed him on his knees, straddled his ass, and held the cat's chest against the cold, filthy linoleum floor. Sammy squeaked against the gag, the bear's bulge pressing firmly against his star. And his writhing didn't help! He could only move his arms, and that's why Barris grasped his wrists, casually tugging them behind his back with one hand, and strapping them together with a generous wad of duct tape. To be safe he worked the shiny tape upwards, not just over his wrists but also along his forearms, his elbows, until the drooling cat's arms were snugly bound behind his back.

"Katie is waiting, sweetheart, and we promised her a nice chair from the back." He reclined, sliding his palms together as he looked over his handiwork. "Now, you know I'm a team player, and that's why I'm going to make sure your girl gets everything she wants while you're... incapacitated."

Sammy rolled his hips in his struggle, and Barris pulled back from them, allowing the cat just a moment to move his legs before the bear grasped his ankles and hoisted him upwards, upside down. With another generous helping of tape around his ankle, knees, and thighs, he had an excellent squirming little base for the rest of his project.

"Office chair, right? Yeah. We can do that." He tossed his new catch on the floor, and while Sammy couldn't see him, he could hear the bear moving the furniture about. Sammy wriggled on the ground, squeaking, drool dripping off his chin. He could feel his heart beating in his stomach. Barris was trying to get him out of the picture! But how could he? Katie knew he was back here...

"What a nice little cushion I've found," Barris taunted as he stomped back over to the cat. Sammy couldn't see what he'd brought with him, but he soon felt it: The bear slid a square plastic base under him--a fairly large one considering his shoulders and hips rested on it-- and then fixed a metal bar under and between his bound legs. Barris raised Sammy's legs, higher and higher, until they were nearly straight in the air. Then he locked the bar in place. Now Sammy looked like he was frozen in place during a set of leg lifts, right before he reached the apex of a rep.

"And now it's time to get all upholstered," he grunted. Sammy squeaked out and stared up at him, wide-eyed, as the bear pressed a sheet of shiny pink latex against his face. But soon the material was covering every inch of him from head to toe - even wrapped under the base he lay on. A generous heap of padding was stuffed in all within his new second skin, from head to toe. And then it was all silent again until, just a minute later, he heard the roar of what sounded like a vacuum. The hot pink material squeezed tighter and tighter. When Barris pulled the vacuum away, Sammy was very reminiscient of a hot pink office chair: The front of his bound legs as the backrest, his pelvis, stomach, and face as a long and sizable cushion. It might have been obvious, but with the extra padding Barris stuffed in, Sammy's feline outlines seemed more like a stylistic choice, the product of an avant-garde (and expensive) furniture company.

The material just over his nostrils was removed so he could breathe, and he felt something attach to him from both sides, stuck against the sides of his thighs and his shoulders. The base he lay on was hoisted upward and set into a wheeled stand - no doubt the remnant of an old chair. Sammy thought it was finally all over, until a moment later, he felt a cold toy pressing against his star! It must have been left uncovered! He bit down on his ballgag, trying to hide his moans as the toy pressed further and further, but as the plug stretched his untouched star to his limit, he moaned out in bliss, his eyes rolling toward the back of his head. Barris patted the cat's latex-covered cock, and finally, he heard the bear sigh.

"I really outdid myself. One hot pink gaming chair, coming up!" Barris grasped the backrest, basically Sammy's ankles, and rolled the finished product into the showroom. Katie was still there playing on her phone. Whatever she was looking at may have been important, but she waited long enough that the sound caught her interest. When she glanced over, her jaw dropped and she squealed in delight.

The hot pink chair certainly looked familiar: kind of like it was styled after a cat. The cushion was mostly broad, but it did have a slight little overhang with pointy ears, and there was a noticeable bulge near where the backrest met the cushion. It was covered with a glittery heart, and a sticker denoting the chair's price: $15. On the backside of the slender backrest was just a switch that read "Max" and "Off." Barris flipped the switch, and the massive bear-shaped plug between Sammy's cheeks began to vibrate viciously.

"Massage feature," Barris grinned. "Makes the whole thing rumble. Give it a try."

Katie beamed as she strutted over, ceremoniously waggled her hips, and then dropped her thick ass directly on Sammy's chest and face. Thanks to the little nostril openings, all he could smell was his girlfriend's musk as she wriggled in deeper, making herself comfortable, the toy working him over. But when Katie leaned back against the pretty heart-covered bulge, the kitten squealed.

"It's perfect! And at such a great price!" she squeaked, and then looked around. "Where's Sammy? Wasn't he helping you back there?"

"Nhm, the kitten?" he said darkly, placing his hands on the chair's armrests, leaning in deep enough that Sammy could have smelled him - if he could smell more than the wolf's ass. Sammy always hoped for this - he would have begged for it - but he never expected to be the third wheel in his first intimate encounter with Katie... "He couldn't stop complaining about furniture shopping, so I kicked his ass out." Barris paused. "You know, you can do a lot better than him," he cooed.

Katie giggled, and Sammy could smell the lust billowing off her. "I mean, he wasn't really my type anyway. I'm into... bigger partners," she purred.

"How about we break this chair in at your place?"