ROYAL REWARD: House Cat: House of the Invaders, Part 2 (Furniture TF, Invaders of the Rokujouma)

Shivering, Dr. Ie, House Cat Extraordinaire, wrapped her blanket tighter around herself and shuffled a little closer to the burning bucket of paint thinner currently serving as her only source of warmth. It had been a hard winter here on Planet Hentai. 

Rummaging in her cleavage, she retrieved her last bean, skewered it on a claw, and held it over the fire until it started to sizzle, at which point she raised it to her lips, took a second to savor its delicious scent, and finally stuffed it into her mouth. It was the only thing she’d eaten in the last three months, and it tasted like the nectar of the gods. 

As it settled in her stomach, however, Ie slumped in despair. I can’t do this!, she thought, lying back and staring at the ceiling (which could really use a fresh coat of paint). She couldn’t go on living like this any longer! She needed to finish renovating the house and sell it before she went insane! 

“I’m nyot going to let nyou break me, nya!” she cried, leaping to her feet and thrusting her paw defiantly at the heavens (or possibly the ceiling’s paint). “I’m a Professional House Cat, nya! I can renovate anything! Nyou hear me! Anything!” She stamped her foot defiantly, which might have made her look incredibly serious, if not for the fact she’d been standing right next to the paint thinner and accidentally kicked it over in the process.

With a whoosh, the entire living room went up in flames.

“A-anything!” said Ie, a little less confidently this time. 

The ceiling collapsed on her with a crash. 

***

Afterward, once the worst of the damage had been repaired or, failing that, carefully painted over, Ie decided she needed to do something to get moving, or she’d be sent to the Retirement Homeworlds before she was finished. So, heading back to Seigu’s Store, she stumbled down the bargain aisle and happened to stumble upon two prey from the same universe (or one of its many iterations) as the ones she’d used in her bedroom. 

Standing there looking up at them in their capsules, she cocked her head in thought, tail swishing side to side. Hmm. Hmmmmm. Hmmmmmmmmm. Should she get them or not? After all, if she did, it’d mean she’d committed to a theme, wouldn’t it? She could hardly use prey from one universe for two rooms and prey from different universes for all the others. That’d be so tacky! Ah, but what if she couldn’t get any more prey from this universe? Then she’d be completely screwed. Still, it might be a risk worth taking, especially if it meant the finished house sold for more…

She grit her teeth. “Alright! I’ll do it!” she said. “I’ve always been a gambler! I’m sure I have a little luck left.” 

Turning, she slipped on a banana. 

*

Back home, she stood in the doorway over the living room and frowned. After the fire, she’d done the best she could to patch the place up, but it was still missing most of the important stuff. It had wallpaper now, sure, and a TV on a stand, and a nice lamp in the corner. And a new ceiling–don’t forget the ceiling! But it was still lacking that most obvious feature of a living room: somewhere to sit that wasn’t the floor. 

“I guess I’ll start with that, then, nya.” Grinning, she turned to face the prey she’d bought. They stood with their hands on the walls of their capsules, one in a frilly white dress and the other in a tight blue suit, looking simultaneously terrified and furious, which was pretty par for the course, though Dr. Ie always enjoyed it. “Nyow…” she said, leaning in closely. “Which one of nyou would like to be my nyew couch, nya?” 

That added a note of confusion to the mix, which she liked even more. 

As her prey struggled to process what she meant, Ie sized them up again, wondering which would be best. She wanted to use the princess-y one in the white dress, but she had a feeling she’d be better as something smaller and more luxurious. Which left… “I guess it’s got to be nyou, nya.” 

Reaching into her cleavage, she pulled out her pointer and took aim at the girl in the suit, releasing a tiny spark of juice that reduced the cage’s plasticky walls to soup. Before the woman inside–whose name was Ruth–had a chance to escape, Ie gave her pointer another furious flick, and from its tip sprang a rope of light, which coiled around her limbs and stopped her escape before it had even started. Squealing, Ruth struggled and kicked, fighting furiously, but in the end, there was nothing she could do to stop Ie pulling back her arm and planting her quite simply on the floor by the wall. In the other tank, the girl in the dress pounded against the wall–she was probably screaming as well, but it was too muffled to make out. 

“Nyow… let’s see…” said Ie, twisting her wrist a little. “I’m thinking… something like… this.” She gave her wrist a real sharp twist, and the beam of light streaming from its tip became a jagged bolt of lightning. Ruth screamed, quaking and thrashing and rubbing her legs tightly together, looking like she didn’t know if she was being electrocuted or fingered. A harsh gasp of lust burst from her lips. Her cheeks turned red. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets. Nnnnn! Oh! Please, don’t–! Nnnnnn!

And slowly, her body started to bloat, thickening fast with fresh flesh. It started first with her curves, with her less-than-generous bust and rear. In a matter of seconds, they ballooned, exploding into four fat, jiggling spheres, so large they dwarfed the rest of her. They should have torn her clothing to pieces in the process, but instead they simply stretched it tight around her. 

As Ruth screamed in even stronger pleasure, her fat new nipples hard and her pussy squirting between her thickened thighs, the girl in the princess dress stared in utter terror. 

Ie smirked. Giving her wrist a little jerk, she raised Ruth off the ground and forced her to take a seat in the air, squishing her swollen buttcheeks against an invisible chair. As Ruth moaned in fresh lust, Ie twisted her pointer again, and now the rest of Ruth’s body started to swell to match her curves, thickening fast, like dough in the oven. Soon, her cries cut out as her bloating body squished her face between its flesh. Her clothing, meanwhile, continued to stretch, refusing to let her new growth tear it. 

She didn’t grow forever, however: soon enough, Ruth’s swelling came to an abrupt stop as her bloated flesh slammed into an invisible barrier. As Ie twisted her pen again, this cage started to compress, squeezing Ruth’s fattened lower legs into two thick blocks of flesh wide enough to support her buttcheeks too, while her thighs it flattened into two plump cushions atop them. Her arms, it curled into a pair of rounded cylinders, which it melded with the sides of her cuboid new thighs, squishing them tight, to form a pair of walls. Her hands, sticking out, shook a few more times before being flattened into their ends.

In the cage, the girl in the dress threw herself back, legs trembling as if they might give away at any second. Ie smirked and gave her pointer another flick. 

Like a pair of giant hands, its beam took Ruth’s new sides in its grip and, with a great exertion, stretched her like a piece of taffy, till she was over three meters wide, yet somehow still as plump as ever. Everything except her face that is, which, though as swollen as the rest of her, found itself stretched relatively thin. Her eyes, plastered across the wall it had become, rolled back as she whined in utter pleasure. Oh…! Oh! Oh! Oh, make it stop! Make it stop! I can’t–Nnn~!

“Almost done…” said Ie, flicking an amused glance at the girl in the cage. “Nyow…” She gave her pen another thrust. 

At once, three seams split the (former) young woman, sliding down her face-turned-backrest and neatly dividing her thighs into three distinct cushions. Now her cries cut off, as her outfit, stretched so tightly over her swollen body, started to grow even farther, spreading till it covered every inch of her altered flesh. Squeezing tight, it seemed to fuse with her, become nothing more than a simple layer of dark blue polyester. Nnnnaaaaaaaah~!

With that, her nipples faded into her breasts, which promptly plumped themselves into a pair of fat blue cushions. And with that, it was over.

Smirking, Ie lowered her pen. “Nyaaah~, she came out wonderfully, nya. Don’t nyou agree?” With a smirk, she tapped the wall of the second cage, where Theiamillis Gre Fortorth sat trembling in utter terror. 

At Ie’s command, the tank wall melted, and a quick flick of the wrist sufficed to pull Theiamillis out of the cage and into the open. Holding her at head height, Ie spun her around and scratched her chin in thought. “Nyow, what should I do with nyou, nya…?” She cast her gaze around the room, wondering what she was missing. A lamp? Nyah, she already had one of those. A nice rug? It might hide the damage to the floorboards, but she wasn’t really feeling it. What was left…?

“Nyah-hah!” She snapped as a fresh idea occurred to her. “Purrfect, nya.” And with a smug grin, she twisted her wrist and slammed Theiamillis into the ground, posed on her back with her arms stretched and her legs bent, and a look of utter terror on her face. It made Ie’s nipples hard. 

She gave her pen a flick, and with a squeak from its owner, Theiamillis’s dress snapped tight to her body, as if it had been vacuumed-sealed against it. Clinging to her skin, it revealed the contours of her body in exquisite detail, from her perky little nipples to her surprisingly plump labia. The princess squirmed, her eyes wide in terror. “P-please don’t– Please don’t–!”

Ie twisted her wrist, and the pointer’s beam flared, becoming harsh and jagged. Theiamillis screamed as it struck her, making her entire body ripple and twist with the energy coursing through it. Finally, like Ruth before her, she started to inflate, her swelling body stretching her clothing even tauter around it. 

Unlike Ruth, she didn’t grow very large: soon enough, her growth slammed to an abrupt halt, caught in a tiny, invisible box. Unable to escape it, Theiamillis found herself squeezed into a cube, a thick cube of flesh draped in the tight white-blue of her dress, her pussy on an edge, her nipples in the middle of the top, and her terrified face right above them, its eyes still wide with fear. Nnah! Ah! Wh-what’s happening to me?! 

Ie snorted. 

Another twist, and Theiamillis’s hands and feet hardened into a quartet of little wooden legs to support her. Another, and clothing melted with her skin as both were transmuted into a thick faux-leather. Finally, Ie swept her arm wide, and with this simple motion, wiped Theia’s face out of existence. Her last expression, before it disappeared, was a wild, orgasmic mask of pleasure. 

Lowering her pen, Ie smirked as the special effects faded. “Nyaaaah~, nyou came out purrfectly as well, nya.” Striding forward, she leaned in close, listening to Theia and Ruth’s pleasured thoughts. For the two of them, trapped rigid in their hyper-sensitive new forms, it was taking all their efforts not to lose their minds to the pleasure. Even the slightest touch might be enough to cost them their minds. 

With this knowledge in mind, Ie smirked as she threw herself into Ruth, slamming her butt hard into the new couch’s breasts-turned-cushions. Ruth’s screams of pleasure were a delight to hear. Nnn! Ah! G-get off me! Get off! It–Nnnn! 

Wiggling her butt in a little harder, Ie raised her legs and planted her feet on Theiamillis without mercy, slamming her heel right into the patch of pleather that had formerly been the princess’s pussy. She came instantly, screaming and pleading in her head, losing her mind to the ecstasy of her new existence. Take them off me! Take them off me, please! Nnn~! It’s too much! It’s too muuuuuuuch!

With a smug laugh, Ie lay back and decided to enjoy the comfort of them for a while. She guessed she deserved a break, really. After all, what was the rush? It’s not like she was in a hurry or anything.