Pokémon Maid Masters

WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Female Weight Gain and Anthro Pokemon TF

WORDS: 5000

As part of orientation for their new job at a luxurious mansion, a trio of sorority girls feast as they transform into plump, anthro Pokémon  maids.

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   Making the long drive up the hill to the imposing mansion, the old car let out a cacophony of unsettling noises as it struggled to reach its destination. While it wasn’t the most ideal of rides, it was all the trio of college students could afford. Though their scholarly achievements had taken care of their school tuition, things such as food, rent, and various hobbies, had left them with a sizable hole in their pockets. There hopes were that this venture would both solve their money issues and give them an amazing opportunity.

   “This is the place,” Alice announced, parking near the entrance. Stepping out of the driver’s seat, she up her chin-length, blonde hair to let her red headband keep them in place. The accessory matched her ankle-length skirt and the red ribbon tied around the neck of her white blouse. Placed on her chest was an emblem bearing the signs of their sorority Rho Omicron Kappa emphasized with fire symbols. Taking a moment to ensure the Greek letters could be properly seen to spell out “POK” she turned towards her fellow sorority sister. “Sorry if the ride here was a little bumpy.”

   “No worries, Alice,” Carol replied, stepping out of the back seat, and flinging around her head of red hair. She made sure to keep the crimson flower sticking out from her locks in place, both to keep it in pristine condition for what was to come and to avoid dropping the petals along her matching version of Alice’s outfit. The only differences between their attire were her highlights of green over red and the extra flower patterns delicately painted onto her emblem instead of flames. “I’m just grateful that your dad let us borrow his car for the weekend.”

   “That’s easy to say when you weren’t in the passenger seat,” grumbled Betty as she stepped out. Stopping by the mirror to fix her straight, black hair and square-rimmed glasses, she joined the others. While her outfit was complimented with deep blues and her emblem was decorated with bubble patterns, her uniform stood out by being a few sizes smaller to coincide with her being the shortest of the trio. “Hopefully if this job goes through, we can afford to get our own ride.”

   “Better than that. We’ll have enough to buy a car for each of us,” Alice said, getting the group to march forward with a wave of her arm. “This job is our ticket to easy street.”

   “I’m honestly surprised that they’re offering it to college students,” Betty commented, looking across the imposing structure before her.

   “Perhaps it’s them being generous?” Carol suggested in an attempt to calm her friend’s nerves.

   “Doubtful,” Betty replied, fixing her glasses. “Let’s make sure we’re not falling into some kind of scheme. We should be aware of our surroundings to avoid falling into any traps or scams. Thankfully, I managed to do plenty of research on the mansion last night. Everything I found seemed to be legitimate, however that doesn’t mean we should blindly-“

   Before Betty could finish, Alice was already climbing up the steps to the front entrance. As the leader of the group began to ring the doorbell, Carol hurried to follow after her. Letting out sigh at the fact that her friends had pulled her into yet another strange situation, Betty regardless managed to ascend the stairs just as someone arrived to answer Alice’s call.

   As the front door opened, Alice had to step back to allow proper space for the large person on the other side to reveal themself. Aside from the thick heft of the woman’s bulging belly and sizable breasts, the trio couldn’t help noticing the long tail hanging over her chubby butt cheeks. The tail went alongside the purple and black scales covering her body and the claws at the ends of her blubbery limbs to give her a resemblance to a Salazzle. The wild appearance was made all the stranger thanks to the latex, black and white maid outfit stretched around her plump figure.

   “Greetings,” the Salazzle woman said, a smile on her chubby cheeks as her purple eyes surveyed the group. “My name is Sandy. Welcome to the Pokémon Maid Mansion.”

   “Please to meet you,” Alice said stepping up and offering out her hand. “My name is-“

   “Alison McGee,” Sandy said, shaking the blonde haired woman’s hand with her plump fingers. “Apologies, but I read your applications thoroughly in preparation for today.”

   “She typically likes to go by Alice,” Carol spoke up.

   “They might want her to use her full name for a place like this though,” Betty pointed out, unable to hide the way her eyes kept glancing over the Salazzle woman’s curves.

   “Alice is more than fine, I assure you,” Sandy responded, moving on to properly greet the girls by shaking their hands with her pudgy digits. “While our priority is to keep our guests comfortable, we believe that’s best done through our staff remaining in good spirits. Don’t you agree?”

   “That sounds lovely,” Carol answered, clapping her hands together.

   Sandy nodded her head, seemingly overjoyed by the redhead’s positive attitude. “Now before we continue, I must ask if you young ladies have properly reviewed the specific guidelines for this job.”

   Noticing the way Sandy turned towards her, Betty quickly fixed her glasses and cleared her throat. “Yes. I went over it in great detail.”

   “And you have no questions or complaints?”

   “A few,” Betty admitted. “However, they are negligible when considering what this job offers.”

   “Ditto,” Alice spoke up. “$1000 an hour, free rent, and getting to use the facilities of the mansion sounds like a dream job.”

   “Especially for college students like us,” Carol added.

   “Excellent,” Sandy said, gesturing for the girls to follow her inside. “Then let us begin the tour and then move right on to orientation.”

   Led on by the sight of the Salazzle woman’s tail sliding across her luscious buttocks, the girls entered the mansion. Properly in the foyer, they watched in awe as other, plump Pokémon people waddled about to accomplish their various duties. Of particular note were of a Nidoqueen woman and Nidoking man loaded down with freshly cleaned blankets. Though the Nidoqueen had a similar body shape and outfit as Sandy, the Nidoking was adorned in a latex butler uniform that properly emphasized his thick man boobs and the bulge beneath his belly. Distracted by the way the material hugged the bodies of the blue and purple Pokémon people, the sorority girls took a moment to realize that their new boss was walking away from them.

   “Come along now,” Sandy said, getting the trio’s attention again with a clap of her hands. “We have a lot to see.”

   “Sorry,” Carol said, she and the others hurrying to follow Sandy down the hall. “It’s still so surreal seeing Pokémon people in-person,” she added, watching the Nidoking and Nidoqueen waddle side by side one another.

   “It was all part of the original owner of the mansion’s vision,” Sandy said. “All of this is possible because of his research. It’s also due to his personal preferences that the Pokémon hybrids tend to be so… voluptuous,” she added, giving a quick squeeze of her bosom. “In any case, you’ll be seeing a lot more examples as we explore the grounds.”

   “Where is the owner?” Betty spoke up.

   “I’m afraid he’s recovering from an adventurous evening with two women,” Sandy said with a sigh. “It’s his own fault. We kept telling him it was a bad idea to fuse his partner with a Waillord. Despite his reassurances, there was very little his Skitty companion could do at the time to save his fractured pelvis.”

   “Go big or go home, I guess,” Alice commented.

   “Right, well he’s making a recovery so you may see him one day,” Sandy said, gesturing for them to continue walking. “Come along now. There is a lot for me to show you.”

   The trio’s first stop was a grand library where guests were intended to rest, relax, and strike up intellectual conversations over tea and pleasant company. Amongst the tall book shelves were a pair of servants walking taking care of the literature. Balanced carefully on a ladder, an Umbreon woman flicked her black, yellow ringed ears as she tried to avoid bumping her belly into the books. At the bottom, an Armaldo woman put her bulky, stone-like limbs to good use keeping her fellow maid steady as they continued their work while her side eyes watched the new arrivals wander amongst the shelves.

   Moving out onto the gardens, the sorority girls got to watch as the staff maintained the various foliage that made the grounds so beautiful. Burying his head in a batch of flowers, a Meganium man used his long, thick neck to look over to see if there were any other plants in need of attention. The girls got a good look of a Tropius man’s drooping belly and moobs as he flew above with his leafy wings to prune the trees. Noticing the group, the Tropius was more than eager to land upon his bulky legs to offer them a few bananas from his neck to give them a proper greeting to the mansion. Though Carol was eager to try out the bizarre produce, her companions were quick to pull her away to keep up with Sandy’s pace.

   When it came to the pool area, the girls were barely able to avoid a pair of large splashes erupting from the water’s surface. The first belonged to a Vaporeon woman’s whose head fins shook around in time with her blue tail as it jiggled against her butt cheeks. The second, an obese Milotic, appeared to be female at first with their silky, coral hair and elegant face, only for the group to be corrected by the sight of the bulge sticking out from their swimsuit just below the belly. After spending a few moments scolding the aquatic pair for using the pool outside of employee time, Sandy pushed along the girls towards the main focus of the day.

   Arriving at the dining hall, the girls had to be careful to avoid being knocked down by the small stampede of Pokémon people running around the room. Amidst the collection of large bellies, thick rears, and enormous chests that ranged across the gender scale, every single staff member had the commonality of carrying with them a platter of food. As soon as they finished properly setting out their course, they would swivel themselves around to start waddling off to get another. The rush of chaos ended in a matter of seconds after the girls’ arrival. However, the table was only completely set once a Blaziken woman used her pudgy fingers to daintily place three bundles of utensils in the center. Giving a bow towards the trio, the red and white feathered Pokémon woman, took her leave.

   “What’s all this for?” Alice asked, she and the other girls looking over the spread.

   “It’s for you,” Sandy said, wheeling out a cart carrying a wide selection of differently colored bottles. “Specifically, it’s to make sure the three of you are in proper condition for the job.”

   “These will change us into Pokémon women?” Betty asked, looking over the multi-colored collection.

   “Well, it’s the first step at least,” Sandy replied. “These vials contain the DNA of various species. When combined with an adequate amount of nutrition, it will allow your bodies to change to match the impressive figures you’ve seen throughout the mansion.”

   “There’s so many,” Carol said, her eyes shifting back and forth across each of the bottles. “Which ones are ours?”

   “That’s entirely up to you,” Sandy explained. “Since the three of you have passed the interview process with flying colors, you can choose whichever Pokémon suits your tastes. Keep in mind, whichever form you take will determine your role in the mansion. I would advise taking your time to carefully consider-“

   “THIS ONE!” Alice announced, holding up a vial of bright orange liquid.

   “Are you sure?” Sandy asked.

   “Positive. It’s my favorite Pokémon.”

   “That makes sense considering the kind of person you are,” Betty commented. Scratching her chin for a moment in thought, she stepped forwards to grab a blue vial with streaks of white and red. “I believe this one will do it for me.”

   “Guess it’s my turn then,” Carol said, perusing through the collection. “Let’s see… ah!” she said, carefully pulling up a red and green vial with sprinkles of yellow interspersed through the mixture.

   “Interesting choices all around,” Sandy commented. “When the three of you are ready, please drink and then we will move onto the next phase.”

   Stepping towards one another, the girls formed a circle. Thinking back to their first week of college, they held up their drink of choice. Softly clinking the vials together, they brought them to their lips and chugged down the multi-colored mixtures before their nerves could get the better of them.

   “What’s next?” Alice asked, collecting the emptied containers, and handing them over to Sandy.

   “Next we have to give your bodies the energy they need to go through with the transformation,” Sandy explained. “At the same time, this will provide you the chance to sample the various dishes the mansion offers.”

   “This is all ours?” Carol asked, she and the other girls making their way over to the table.

   “Indeed,” Sandy said, smiling as she reached over with her blubbery limbs to lift off the covers. “Enjoy to your heart’s content and if you need anything just call out.”

   Given the Salazzle’s blessing and under her watchful eyes, the trio scanned the feast to try and figure out where to start. Alice was the first to jump in on a collection of small slider sandwiches with a variety of dipping sauces on the side. Needing something sweet to put off her built up stress, Betty began picking from a platter of small cakes to sample. Trying to keep in mind what a proper feast started with, Carol made her choice in the bowl of freshly cut leaf spinach and tomatoes.

   Regardless of what the girls chose, each of them was treated to delectable flavors that kept them going in for more. Moving a little faster than they anticipated, they moved on to grab a second helping and then a third. By the time they moved onto their fourth dish of the feast, they could all feel that something was slightly off. They only figured out what that was once they devoured their fifth course and took a moment to glance around for what to eat next.

   Betty was the first to notice the extra heft that had been placed around Alice’s figure, enhancing her already impressive curves. It fell to the blonde’s own eyes to linger on how Carol had seemed to have directly migrated her fat towards her lower body to lift up part of her skirt with her new bubble butt. In the midst of wiping her face clean of some leftover dressing, the red head couldn’t stop glancing at the way that Betty’s belly had begun to peek out from the hem of her shirt. Amidst spotting the various extra pockets of fat each of them had gained, there was one similarity: the addition of tails peeking out from beneath the back of their skirts.

   “Hmm, a promising start,” Sandy commented as she waddled behind the women, inspecting the length and thickness of their developing appendages. “I’m quite eager to see how the rest of your transformation proceeds.”

   “Wow, this is amazing,” Carol commented as wagged her green tail to shake around the leaves at the tip and bounce around her buttocks’ extra heft.

   “I’m a little concerned about the side effects of what these will bring,” Betty said, poking her belly fat with one hand while the other slid across the red spikes lining her blue tail.

   “It’s fine,” Alice said, her confident grin faltering a bit as she noticed a spark momentarily form at the tip of her orange appendage. “Um, right?”

   “You have nothing to fear,” Sandy said, nodding her head as she gave a once over of Alice’s curves. “Please proceed. We have much more food and modifications to go through before we’re finished.”

   Returning to the feast, the girls took a while to reclaim their former eating speed as they couldn’t resist constantly checking on their changing forms. Alice’s hourglass figure became partially distorted by her belly plumping up to keep up with the immense amount of food she was shoving down her gullet. In spite of her tail, thickening thighs, and swelling buttocks raising her skirt higher and higher, Carol was content to chow through a collection of fresh fruit to fill up her own engorging mid-section. Betty was forced to stare at her belly considering it took on the bulk of her gain, with her eyes trained on the sound of her clothes straining against a combination of the gut’s girth and her other features.

   Betty’s top finally tore down the back to give her back fat and the row of red spikes along it room to breathe. Leaving a hunk of cake in her maw, she paused to do a more in-depth exploration of the blue coloring that had begun to cover most of her body. Being careful of the claws at the tips of her fingers, she slowly slid them across her white belly. What she discovered was that at some point her body had decided that instead of just flesh, what she needed for this new form were scales. This tougher hide reached from the bottom of her clawed feet all the way up to the tip of her head. Though she would have liked to get a better look at herself, her sight line of the swelling belly became blocked as her face morphed into a reptilian maw.

   Unable to examine herself further, Betty tossed a collection of cupcakes into her mouth to keep her fangs busy while she looked at her companions. Her attention immediately focused on the pair of draconic, orange wings that had ripped through the back of Alice’s top to show off their blue membranes. Contently flapping her wings, Alice put her clawed fingers to good use tearing through a roast. Only stopping to lick the gravy from her plump fingers, she upped her efforts to stuff her face in order to fuel the continued growth of her breasts and buttocks. Tilting her head up to down a sizable lump of food, she slid her tongue across her maw as she contently rubbed at her white underbelly. When she lowered her gaze once more to figure out what to devour next, it was only thanks to the pair of orange horns sticking out of her forehead that she was able to keep her blonde hair held back.

   Alice and Betty were forced to stop paying attention to each other’s transformed bodies as a ripping noise echoed through the room. The source soon made itself clear as they turned to see the sundered remains of Carol’s skirt slowly drifting to the floor. It only took a few more swings of her leafy, tree-limb like tail to jiggle her plump, green rear enough to pop apart her panties. Seemingly unconcerned with her lost undergarments, she leaned down her extended neck to resume chewing. It was only after the yellow orbs on her back split through her top did she bother to lift up her head again to examine the extent of her changes. Reacting to the spheres with an intrigued giggle, she turned back around to show off the red coloring of her flabby chin that contrasted against her evergreen skin.

   Looking over her tattered clothing, Carol swiveled her hips around to turn towards Sandy. “Sorry,” she said, clasping her clawed hand against her chest to partially obscure her breasts’ extra heft. “I didn’t mean to waltz around the mansion naked.”

   “No, no, that’s my fault,” the Salazzle woman replied, her reassuring nod getting Carol to release her hold to let her tits free jiggle around. “I knew I was forgetting a crucial step.”

   “Reminding us to take off our clothes?” Betty guessed, momentarily thrown off by the extra roughness her rows of sharp teeth added to her voice.

   “I’m afraid so,” Sandy answered.

   “No worries here,” Alice commented, freely flapping her wings to widen the holes in her top. “We’re all girls here anyway.”

   “Thank you for understanding,” Sandy said with a bow. “I’ll be sure to add the cost of replacing your clothes to your first paycheck. In the meantime, we’ll be providing proper uniforms for you once you’ve completed your meal. You’re nearly there, just a little more to go.”

   The Salazzle’s smile helped the girls to overcome their hang ups about taking the last few steps towards completing their metamorphosis. Looking back towards the feast, it only now dawned on them that they had gone through over half of the meals already. Even still, their fattened up bellies ravenously growled to get them to continue stuffing their faces. Eager to see their fully realized work bodies, the girls followed Alice’s lead and stomped towards the table.

   Shaking her torso about, Carol managed to shrug off the tattered remains of her outfit. This allowed the yellow orbs lining her pudgy back to fully reveal themselves to stand out against her green skin tone. Too busy stuffing her gullet with a collection of candied fruits, she was unable to stop the pair of horns from peeking out of her scalp to form a “V” shape and knock off her flower. Watching the delicate petals fall before her yellow eyes, she reached out with her pudgy fingers. Despite the massive size of her hands, she was able to grasp the flower with the very tips to avoid damaging it. Taking her time to secure the accessory back in her hair, she dove back into the meal; in the process raising up her double-wide rear to show off their heft.

   Though Betty kept glancing her yellow pupils over to watch Carol’s three-toed feet shuffle back and forth to grab at the last of the food, she had to keep her attention focused on trying to satisfy her hungry maw. This obsession with eating helped her to overcome the embarrassment of having her clothes be torn asunder piece by piece. Shuffling her bulky legs a little too far sent the tatters of her skirt drifting down to be stomped on by her clawed feet. Finishing what her blubbery, blue tail had already started, she reached back to rip apart her panties to give her cheeks room to sway about.

   Tired of having to deal with her hefty bosom pressing against her bra, Betty purposefully lifted up the hem of her shirt to snap it apart with her savage fangs. Though this did leave her breasts exposed, it provided extra room for her enormous gut to swing around. Unintentionally, she kept swinging the massive belly up against the table, forcing her to chase down a few bites of chocolate truffles in order to snatch them up with her claws before they rolled onto the floor.

   Amidst the girls finishing up their choice of foods, Alice took the initiative to try and scarf down the most. She was given a bit of assistance by constantly flapping her wings to help her deal with the strain of her overly plump, hourglass figure. While she was busy stripping the meat off a turkey leg, her free claw was more than willing to give her curvy rear and tits freedom by destroying the uniform that she used to hold so dear.

   Contently rubbing her stomach as she slid her tongue across her teeth, Alice kept her blue eyes on the lookout for any plates that had survived the binge session. Unfortunately, the only leftover morsels she could find were lodged within the folds of her companions. Taking their time to savor the sensation of licking their claws clean, the trio waddled towards one another to get a better look at their finished transformations.

   “Marvelous,” Sandy proclaimed, clapping her hands together. “An absolutely marvelous display of your vigor. That will be invaluable for the jobs I have setup for you.”

   “What did you have in mind for us?” Betty asked, her post-meal bliss helping to get over the fact that she was standing naked in the middle of the dining room.

   “As I said, your choice in Pokémon would determine your role to play at the mansion,” the Salazzle replied, reaching beneath the cart to pull out three, differently colored uniforms.

   “For you,” Sandy began, handing off the bundle of blue latex to Betty, “the form of a Feraligatr is best suited to maintain the pools and jacuzzis across the estate. Your bulky legs and powerful tail should make maneuvering through the water trivial while your buoyant belly keeps you afloat.”

   “Carol,” Sandy spoke, handing her the green outfit, “your new form as a Sceptile woman make you perfectly in-tune with the various plants decorating the grounds. Your large size betrays a gentleness that should make it easy to prune flowers as easily as you yank out weeds. Not to mention, those spore orbs on your back should prove invaluable in promoting the healthy growth of our plants.”

   “What about me?” Alice said, eagerly stepping up to accept the orange uniform. “What can a Charizard girl do around here?”

   “Besides the obvious of keeping people motivated with that attitude,” Sandy answered, handing over the outfit for Alice to slip on, “you’ll be using that excess energy to do various tasks around the mansion. Those wings will make sure you can travel the corridors at break neck speeds, even with your features. And before you ask, you have nothing to worry about considering your little spark,” she added, gesturing towards the flame at the tip of Alice’s tail. “It only gets hot under specific circumstances. Mainly, whenever we need to light a fireplace or stove.”

   With the explanations finished, Sandy took a step back to watch the girls finish getting dressed. Though each of the uniforms matched the maid outfits they had seen earlier, the girls had been given specific versions to fit their jobs and bodies. For Alice that meant a wide hole in the back to let her freely beat her wings and an opening above her butt cheeks to allow her tail to hang out. Though Betty’s outfit was skintight against her barrel sized gut, the wetsuit-like uniform would surely be invaluable to her over the course of her shift. In a matter of moments after getting her thick thighs covered up by her skirt, Carol was treated to the smell of her orbs going off to leave the fabric with a sweet fragrance.

   “How did you know our sizes so well?” Carol asked, sliding a hand across the outline of her massive butt.

   “I had the staff prepare the right uniforms as soon as you picked your vials,” Sandy explained, clapping her hands together to summon forth more servants. “They arrived shortly before you finished eating.”

   Betty cleared her throat. “If you don’t mind me asking…when is our next meal?”

   Sandy let out a small laugh that made Betty shudder a bit. “No need to be ashamed. It’s all part of your body’s natural urges. We’ll be sure to keep you well fed during your time here. For now, please follow your guides and they will help you with orientation.”

   Turning to the side, Betty nearly knocked over the Vaporeon woman with her belly; whom had been charged with escorting the Feraligatr woman to the pool area. Carol eagerly accepted both the open hand and a sampling of fruit of the Tropius man that arrived to guide her towards the garden, showing her appreciation by giving him a small bump with her hips. Rushing over to the side of the Blaziken woman and incidentally bumping their chest together, Alice walked alongside her to make their way to the kitchen. Watching the new hires go on their way, their tails eagerly waving across their plump buttocks, Sandy nodded her head in approval. She was certain that they would all make great additions to the masterful staff of the Pokémon mansion.