Meeting the Boss

One million subscribers.

	Rubbing elbows with the right guys, and doing the sickest of collabs you've somehow made it to the top. You are nearly Youtube elite. You got your plaque in the mail. Super sick. You're parents would be proud for once.

	Now you have a meeting with the higher up. They saying they're going to push you to the top and will be giving what I need to do it. More money, more connections, and more incentives. How enticing. You can only imagine what that is.

	New clothes? Access to celebrity parties? Being part of the inner circles? Orgies?

	You knock on the big boss's door. It cracks open ever so slowly. Step in. Just an unusually large office with a desk with a creature laying ever so adorably on the pillow, and a chair on each side of the desk. A small white kitten, no bigger than your head. You walk over to it.

	"So cute..." you whisper as you begin petting the animal. The thin black stripes almost like a guide to the cats most sensitive areas. You stroke its back and scratch its ears. It purrs as you scratch under its chin. The kitten stands. Stretching it's body and licking its leg as you pull back. It curls back into a ball. The kitten pokes her head out and turns it as if saying "Keep going." So you did. Scratching behind it's ear. It purrs. This is satisfying. You've earned this cat's trust. As if it was directly speaking to you the cat opened one if its eyes, telling you to stop. You do just that.

	You take a seat in the chair sitting in front of the cat. You lean back as you wait for the CEO or the boss or whoever to start the meeting. You wait there.

	It's been about five or six minutes. You begin to wonder if you're early.

	"No. You're right on time," a strange voice said. The voice isn't exactly masculine or feminine. It walks a fine line down the androgynous scale. It's freaky.

	You turn in your chair to see who it is. No one. You look around. It's no one but you and the cat.

	"Must be hearing things," you say to yourself.

	"Not current, Mister Anonymous."

	You're shocked as the cat stares directly at you.

	"Excuse me?"

	"And thank you for the massage. I really appreciate it," the small kitten says as it walks adorably to the end of the desk. It stands there staring at the wall. It's weird. Each passing second feels like a millennia of awkwardness. You just watch as it stares blankly at the wall, pupils changing size and all. Before you have the thought of saying something the cat interrupts.

	"What are you doing here again, Mr Anonymous?"

	"I believe the boss wanted to see me to discuss my content..." you words stretch as the sentence goes on. Your eyes wander as the cat walks slowly and cautiously to the other side of the desk.

	"Ah yes," the kitten goes on. "About. You're. channel." The cat stands at the edge of the desk. Front lowered and back heightened  as if positioned to attack. Tail wagging back and forth. It's scary but it's not looking your way. You notice it's upper hind legs are a bit on the large side, soft looking as well. You think about motioning to pet it just to cop a feel at those gams but you decide not to, because that is all kinds of wrong. It turns it's head towards you still in position. You're scared now.

	It pounces onto your lap. You jump a little, throwing it off balance for a little while, until it conveniently and unfortunately takes it's position. Three feet on your legs, one foot on your ever-scared penis. You try to adjust yourself so things could get more comfortable but you feel the claws coming and you accept your fate.

	"And what kind of content do you do?" it says while stretching its neck closer to your face. You haven't the heart to say vlogs and voice-overs, so you lie.

	"A variety of things. I try not to put labels on my work and I wouldn't know how to anyway," you give a fake laugh as you speak. It gives nuzzling adorably on your neck.

	"Mhmmm, and what do you think your target demographic is?"

	Stupid teenage girls.

	"Teenagers and young adults."

	It purrs and you notice your lap get lighter and then heavier. The kitten has seemed to grow as it's front paws chest. Claws deep in your shirt as it seems to be getting comfortable. You notice her front legs become more arm-like and it's hind legs become more human. You stare the body of the cat anthropomorphized body sit down on your lap. It's legs furry and soft. It gives you a look as if to say to pet it again. You scratch the top of it's head. It's face appearing more feminine than before. It rubs it's head onto you, signalling you to find another spot.

	You rub the cat's back. You try to stay in your designated safe zone. The creature began slowly grinding forward and you almost lost your will. This may be your bosses pet, wife, or daughter but it's so tempting. It's ass looked so round and soft. But you have to stay strong. You could get in major trouble for this. You stop petting the kitten and it looks a little annoyed by this.

	"Alright Anon, this is what you need," it said as it faced me. "You need to do a collaboration with these content creators." It gave me a long list of names. None of them very good. The cat also rattled off some available celebrities but, you're not sure your audience would like that. You try to keep the content pure. You're usual collaborations are done with local channels, people you trust. If it weren't for your will power you'd cave to anything.

	"I don't know. Let's hear what the boss has to say." The grinding stopped.

	"But Mr. Anon," it's eyes began to glow. "I am the boss."

	What? Come on. This is ridiculous. A magical morphing cat the boss of dozens of youtubers and yourself. That's absurd. You laugh it off. The creature grabbed you by the chin and turned your head to face it.

	"I've seen your content, and I have to say it's a big hit." The eyes of the cat shined as bright as stoplights. You couldn't look away from it. At all. You couldn't turn your head. Or your body for that matter. You're stuck. You're stuck in a situation where a anthropomorphic cat is sitting so ever sexually on your lap, giving you advice on your youtube channel. You try to open your mouth to speak but even that wouldn't move. All your focus was on the feminine eyes of your "boss".

	"But like most of your kind, you die out when you choose not to evolve. But I won't let that happen to someone with such a LARGE appeal," it says as it begins grinding ever so slightly again. "Now, you'll do as I say and you will be the face of this company. Do you understand, boy."

	You wanted to say this was weird, or wrong even but, you couldn't. All you could do was nod and agree, and that wasn't you. That was your body moving on it's on. Somehow you were helpless to stop yourself from agreeing.

	"Good boy," the creature said seductively. "Now... Pet my bottom."

	You're hand moved on its on as it brushed the cat's firm, round booty. It was warm and pleasant to touch but you didn't want this. This goes against your moral code. You thought about getting a real job like your friend who works at MTV. It purred.

	"Now stick a few fingers in my hole and listen to what I have to say."

	As if I had a choice? Your fingers moved on their own as they find her way to your boss's brown eye. Your finger teases the entrance. You could feel the heat as your fingers danced around it anus. It purred as you entered, clawing into your chest. The pain was strong. You're fingers moved on their own as they slide in and out of the kitten's ass. Tight, and moist.

	"Nyaawr~!"

	This felt wrong and right. You're pretty much standing tall as the cat purrs on your lap. You can feel it's warm liquid heating up your jeans. You're erection throbs hard.

	"Ah, what have we hear?" it says backing up. Your zipper broke. You're solider is checking for enemies. Without hesitation the cat wraps it's paw-like hands on the tip. "I can see why those girls subscribe," it says playing with your tip. The cat looks you in the face. It bumps it's head onto yours. Purrs a little as it raises it's body. For a second you have freedom and you choose to close your eyes.

	USELESS.

	You're eyes open. It's looking you direct in the face. The air is tense with a mixture of anger, smugness, and sexual energies.

	"You can't resist me, boy. Now. Pull out your penis."

	Your body knows the drill. It pulls out your erect cock. Steaming as if it was waiting and training for this day. The cat plants its anus right on the tip. Pleasant to the touch. You let out a small moan. You can't help but feel that. It purrs.

	"Now rise."

	You're lower body shoots upwards as your cock pierces her cave. It felt as if you were a train forcing it's way into hole too small for it. The deeper you go the more the creatures hole expands to shape it. Her fluids covering your rod. The pleasure on it's face was astounding. You were free but as if it knew you were back to no control.

	"Now fuck me."

	You did. You thrust your cock into her small body. Every fuck shapes and reshapes her hole. You grab her soft cheeks. Pounding away. It looked to the ceiling purring and nya-ing over and over.

	"Don't stop. Ever."

	You kept going. Each thrust into this small hole brought you closer and closer to exploding. Hopefully after that this day will be over. The kitten wrapped it's arms around your back. The cat grew even more human as you fucked it. It's neck longer as wings sprouted from it's back. It began to over power you. Your chair broke and you fell, but it did not let you go. Picking you up it nuzzled you to her newly acquired breasts. Warm and welcoming. The opposite of feeling you get as you fuck this creature. You feel it's body vibrate with moan.

	As if knowing you were about to blow it squeezed down on your cock. You pounded and pounded and finally you came. You fill her hole.

	"Don't stop. Nyawr~!" the sphinx-like creature says as it begins milking your cock with her hole. You couldn't stop. You kept fucking as you blew your load. As pathetically as you could anyway. You were empty. You felt like your hose was losing it's stiffness, but you kept on fucking.

	You couldn't stop.

	You didn't.

	You are trapped by youtube. Nowhere else to go.