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CONTENT WARNING: Public vore, Anal Vore, Unwilling Prey, Implied Perma, Digestion

There he was, sitting in front of the boss's office, waiting for a chance to read off his presentation to the boss.

My notes, My research, Toby thought. The black-cat's tail thrashed at the thought as he watched the big tiger looking over his queue cards. Hendrik was always taking his research and using his hard work to garner promotions from the boss. When they had the same role Henrik would partner up with the smaller cat, have him do all the work, then change the meeting at the last minute and take Toby's notes for his own. Once he'd become Toby's superior, it only got worse. Toby suddenly was inundated with research requests and no chance to display them to the head-honcho himself.

Today was going to be the end of that. Toby hadn't planned his revenge so much as all the pieces fell before him. He was wearing his favourite jock strap and had stretched out the night before. With Henrik sitting there, Toby was going to waltz by, strike up a conversation, and bend over so his jock showed. The tiger couldn't keep his hands off him at the best of times, so he'd take the bait, then drop his pants, shove his co-worker into his butt, and walk away. When he was ready, he'd present to the boss and get the promotion he deserved.

Toby's hands shook with nervousness. It was either now or never, he thought. He took a breath and walked resolutely forward, making sure to give his hips an extra sway and keep his tail extra perky.

"Hey, Henrik," Toby said when he got closer. He tried to sound natural, but couldn't help think he sounded stupid and forced.

"Housecat! Great work on the research! I was about to present to the boss. It's going to be amazing," Henrik said. He didn't seem to at all notice Toby's nervousness. He barely seemed to register Toby at all.

"Uh... huh. Well, I was wondering if you could help me with something in return."

Henrik raised his eyebrow. "I'll see what I can do," He said in a way that meant 'I will make some excuse and not do anything, then say I tried.'

Toby quickly thumbed down his pants, just enough, twirled, and bent over. "I'm having some problems with my pants today. I think I felt them rip, can you check?"

'Stupid, stupid, stupid!' Toby thought immediately. 'What sort of excuse is that? Henrik will know what's up for sure and send me on my way. What am I even doing?'

Henrik growled a soft, hungry sound in his throat. Those big, heavy paws came up and groped at the black-cat's rump without hesitation. A throb of pleasure ran through Toby's groin in spite of himself.

"Now, now, housecat," Henrik said, giving his subordinate a good feel through his trousers. "If you wanted some extra work to help rise up the ranks, you should have asked earlier! Of course, I've got an important meeting. So maybe see me in my office after and we can talk," Henrik paused to lick his lips, "Business."

Of course, the big lug would think he was trying to sleep his way to the top. Toby couldn't believe he hadn't tried that sooner. He was already here, and he had the momentum, so he figured he needed to push forward. His thumbs hooked onto the pants and he slid them most of the way down his cheeks. The new moon filled Henrik's vision and the tiger's own tail lashed. The scent of arousal was obvious to both of them.

"Please?" Toby asked. He tried to sound needy. It must have worked because those big paws came back to grope his bare rump.

"Well, maybe just a little mentoring before my meeting."

'This is it,' thought Toby, 'Just lean back and-'

The door to the office clicked open and the boss walked out.

"Sorry it took so long, Mr Ashar. Negotiations were hard for some parties to swallow." Mr Stoyer, the usually trim, massive panther padded out of his office. His fingers tapped over a still-squirming gut. He paused to take in the scene in front of him.

Toby's ears flicked back and his face flushed hot with embarrassment. Not only was Henrik groping his butt, the boss was watching him attempt to at least seduce his superior.

"Not to worry, boss! I was just helping Toby with his pants here. The poor lad got a rip." Mr Miska's eyes flicked from Toby to those orange hands lingering on his cheeks in silence.

'Fuck it,' Toby thought, eyeing the boss's gut. Henrik began to withdraw his hands. As he did so, the rump followed. It took the tiger a moment to realize it was approaching. By the time he did, those cheeks were eclipsing his vision, and that tight, pink donut was pressing against his nose. Using the wall to prevent his meal's escape, Toby scooched his hips up and, with a grunt, relaxed to spread his sphincter over the tiger's muzzle. He tried to squirm and push Toby off, but that black tail wrapped around his chest and pinned those arms. They were surprisingly weak considering how buff the tiger looked. Or maybe Toby's determination to get him canned was enough to overpower Henrik. In either case, without any other escape, the tiger looked pitifully at his boss while those fuzzy black orbs absorbed his face.

"Mr Ashar, if you are looking to me for help, I'll just call Miss Ahmed to start your termination papers now," Mr Miska said. His fingers thumbed over his own squirming occupant impatiently. "Now, Mr Smith, if you could get your bum over his head so I don't have to watch him try to guilt me into helping, I would be most appreciative."

Henrik started squirming madly, trying to dislodge himself from those kitty bowels he was about to slip into. This only made it easier for Toby to worm his anus over the tiger's face and collar around his neck. The black-cat let out a rumbling purr as the shouted swears began tingling his prostate. His jock tented painfully against his work pants. Silently he wished he had undone them fully.

"S-sorry for the indecency, sir," Toby said, realizing the boss was still watching him with intent eyes.

"Nonsense, it's a ravenous world here. I suspect if you got too uppity, Henrik would have added you to his menu in turn. Likewise, I was considering making Henrik my lunch as well, until negotiations went well." The squirming in Mr Stoyer's belly got quicker and more frantic. With a role of his eyes, the panther let out a light belch into his fist and clenched his stomach. The squirms and shouts got even more frantic for a moment before the grumbling of that stomach grew even louder. In an instant that squirming, shouting mass melted to nothing but a couple of inches on the boss's waistline.

Inspired, or perhaps terrified by that instant ingestion, Toby squirmed his cheeks over Henrik's broad shoulders. That tight ring strained, but after a moment, he was able to properly slip one shoulder, then the next, into his rectum with the rest of the tiger. From there it was just a gentle slide down the tiger's body as gravity did its thing. With Mr Stoyer watching and waiting, Toby tried his best to speed things along, breathing deep, and wiggling his hips to take in an extra inch or so of the tiger's body.

"It is about time you've shown some initiative, Mr Smith," Mr Stoyer continued. "Your skills in research and preparing papers is clear, even if Mr Ashar here claimed the work was his. I was worried you'd end up on the wrong side of this equation and your progress and talents would be flushed away, as it were." Mr Stoyer's usually blank face allowed a slight smirk at the pun. Even Toby had to smile. Henrik was likely not enjoying the humor so much as he himself was ending up in Toby's wrong end.

There was a grunt as Henrik rounded another bend within his subordinate. Toby was lowering himself enough that his own rump was about to take in Henrik's and sit on that seat himself. He smiled and put his hands down to brace himself.

"I-I don't suppose there will be a position opening up I might be able to apply for?" Toby asked. He felt cheek doing so, especially when Henrik's hands gripped and squeezed his cheeks in a last-ditch effort to save himself from being demoted to butt-snack.

"Assuming Mr Ashar's transfer onto your hips is permanent, yes, there is certainly a role for someone with your talent and initiative."

Yes! Toby grinned and internally congratulated himself. He should have turned Henrik into butt-stuffing a long time ago! As he rolled onto his back to better take in the tiger's kicking legs, the phone in the office began to ring.

"Oh, I, uh, appreciate your overview Mr Stoyer, but I imagine you're busy and don't need to watch Henrik- I mean- Mr Ashar turn into kitty litter?" The cat asked. Inch by inch Henrik was disappearing from the fast-paced office life to a retirement in Toby's rectum.

"Mr Ashar had a presentation, and I intend to watch the whole thing." The gaze from the boss was unwavering and focused on Toby's ass. The cat was suddenly aware of just how much Mr Stoyer was staring at his pulsing, winking rectum. Henrik's feet were slowly being tugged in by that tight, pink hole. Toby wasn't sure whether he or his meal was being judged. The gaze alone made his clenching hole feel cold and attempt to tuck in Henriks toes as fast as he could.

Once it was feasible, Toby stood up. Henrik disappeared between his dark cheeks before the cat pulled up his pants and properly re-did his belt. His belly was massive, full of squirming, angry tiger. It felt amazing, if disorienting, to have such a massive piece of meat stewing inside of him. He looked to the boss who nodded in approval. His tail flicked once, then Mr Stoyer turned to his office.

"I'm still expecting that presentation, and you now have half the time Mr Ashar did."

Toby gulped. Maybe he should have thought this through more.