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Pokémon Maid Origins
🕑 Added 2024-12-19 02:28:30 +0000 UTC
WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Male and Female Fat, Anthro Pokémon TF
WORDS: 5000
Following the invitation to a strange mansion, Sandy along with three other people are given the opportunity to be the maids and butlers of the estate. The catch: they'll need to change into plump, anthro versions of Pokémon first to properly fit their new career.
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Shifting her gaze back and forth through the elaborately decorated dining room, Sandy still felt like this was all part of an elaborate prank. The antique, wooden table covered in fine cloth and flanked by pieces of high class art on the walls were a far cry from the meager barmaid’s usual workplace. Looking at the antique rug beneath her feet and realizing it was far fancier than her modest blouse and skirt, she couldn’t prevent herself from fidgeting with her bangs of black hair. At any moment she was expecting this mystery employer to kick her out once they realized how ill-fit she was for the position.
To her left, Sandy could see a woman with spiky blonde hair that was adorned in a tank top and shorts. Soon after arriving at the estate, the energetic woman had introduced herself as Blair. While Sandy was able to get along with the upbeat blonde for the time being, she had a feeling that they would butt heads more than once if they started working together.
Turning her head to the right, Sandy hat to tilt her neck up to take in the full size of Troy. The tanned man with curly, red hair was packed into a button up, floral pattern shirt that only partially obscured his bulky arms and chubby belly. Despite his size, the man was very gentle and had no problem speaking of his desire to explore the mansion’s lush gardens.
Stepping back a bit, Sandy was able to see a person with soft features and long, pink hair. It was those very same attributes that had made it hard to identify Milo when he first introduced himself. Still clad in a shirt and gym shorts from his time volunteering at the local pool, the young man twirled his follicles with his dainty fingers as he waited alongside the others for their interview.
Just before Sandy could consider giving up and going to the exit, she and the rest of the potential hires were drawn to the sound of a pair of doors swinging open. At first glance, she appeared to be just an overly plump woman adorned in an elegant, dark purple gown. That was until they took notice of her red eyes, pointed ears, and the purple fur covering her body. Waddling her way towards the front of the group, she gave them a chance to recognize her as resembling a fictional creature known as a Gengar. Reveling in their stares, the Pokémon woman put on a wide grin.
“My name is Griselda,” the Gengar woman said. “Allow me to welcome you to the Pokémon Maid Mansion.”
Blair raised her hand. “Are you talking about that game I used to play as a kid?”
“Same,” Troy added, with Milo nodding alongside him.
“Correct,” Griselda explained. “The master of this house is quite the fan of the franchise. So much so that he has invested in the technology to bring the creatures to life… albeit to fit into his personal preferences,” she added, showing pride in the way her plump body jiggled with a single step.
“Where is this master?” Sandy called out. “I’m assuming that he’s the one that gave us all these vague job offers.”
“He’s dealing with an… injury from the previous evening’s events,” Griselda replied, unable to stop her fingers from tapping against her hips. “In the meantime, I’ll be taking care of your orientation.” Stepping over to the side of the table, she pushed forth a cart containing four vials of differently colored liquids. “The first step will be for you all to drink the elixir necessary to change your bodies into human and Pokémon hybrids.”
“Is this safe?” Troy asked, being given a green vial with specks of yellow throughout.
“Of course,” Griselda replied, giving a milky white elixir to Milo. “You have my utmost assurance that you will not be harmed.” Moving over to Blair, the Gengar woman handed off a bright red vial. “Should you wish to return to your normal body, that is also easily accomplished.”
“And if we refuse?” Sandy asked, shifting her gaze between Griselda and the black elixir being offered to her.
“That is entirely possible,” Griselda said, giving the mixture a soft shake to reveal the hints of purple and pink inside. “However, it does mean you will miss out on the job opportunity. I’ve done extensive research on all of you, so it would be a great loss, not only for you, but for this upstart business.”
Keeping up her glare of suspicion, Sandy relented in accepting the vial. Knowing that anything would be better than her last job, she put the bottle to her lips and chugged it down before she could have any second thoughts. “Now what?”
“Oh, how daring,” Griselda replied, accepting the emptied vial while the others took their drink. “You have big things ahead of you. I can already see it.”
“I’m with her though,” Blair replied, wiping her lips clean. “When do these things kick in?”
“The elixir doesn’t work on its own,” the Gengar woman explained as she took the empty containers from Troy and Milo. “You’ll need extra mass to fuel the transformation process. Luckily, we just managed to get our kitchen staff put together for this occasion.”
Stowing away the empty vials in her cleavage, Griselda went along the table to lift off the covers of several trays. Each movement of her pudgy fingers heralded the appearance of various plates of party food. The quality ranged from high class looking deviled eggs to a simple sampling of miniature sandwiches. What was common amongst the various platters was that they all looked delicious.
“By all means,” Griselda said, stepping to the side to gesture towards the spread, “eat to your hearts’ content. Think of it as a way to properly acquaint yourself with the mansion’s exquisite food offerings.”
“Don’t have to ask me twice,” Blair said, stepping up to help herself to a plate of hot wings.
“Oooh, those mini quiches look tasty,” Milo said as he joined in.
“Those fresh fruits are pretty impressive,” Troy added, leaving only Sandy behind to consider what was going on.
Sandy’s cautious behavior of the situation waned as she felt her stomach begin to rumble. Convinced that it was all a side effect of the vial she had drunk, she relented in walking over to the table. Grabbing a helping of shrimp, she dipped it into a cocktail sauce and took a bite before she could second guess herself. That became easier once she experienced the delicious flavor that danced around on her tongue.
Spurred by the taste of the well-prepared shellfish, Sandy began to scarf them down. Finishing off the tray and moving on to another helping of appetizers, she was aware that her haste came at the cost of any semblance of manners. Glancing to the side between bites, she could see her fellow coworkers going through similar feeding frenzies as they emptied the table of every last morsel. Casting her eyes over to Griselda revealed a satisfied grin on the Gengar’s face that showed no ill will towards their uncivilized eating techniques. Hunger overriding any concerns about her potential boss’s behavior, Sandy pushed on to grab every last bite that she could.
Coming back up from clearing a plate of its last pizza roll, Sandy searched around the table for any remaining food. Finding only empty platters, she turned to her companions to see if they had anything to share. However, all she found were distended bellies sticking out from their mid-sections along with some other additions that had been made to their forms during their feast.
Milo’s already soft body took on a new light thanks to the cream colored scales beginning to form on his skin, in addition to the elongation of his eyebrows. Troy developing similar scales of brown was contrasted against the way his hair had begun to resemble a set of leaves. Turning over to Blair revealed that the energetic woman’s mouth had begun to jut forward in the shape of a beak and white feathers were peeking out from her scalp.
In Sandy’s stunned state, she felt herself bump against the table. Looking down, she was met with her own gut having turned into a sizable bulge thanks to her feasting. What stood out to her were the black scales she saw around the center of her belly button and the way her fingers seemed to have stretched out to resemble a set of claws.
“Splendid,” Griselda commented as she took the empty platter away from Sandy. “The transformation process is going as planned.”
“How much fatter am I going to get?” Blair asked, pinching at her mid-section. “Won’t this thing get in the way of me running around?”
“Your modified forms should be more than enough to make up for the added bulk,” the Gengar replied, waiting until Milo was finished with a platter of fancy cheeses before taking it away.
“I still have my doubts,” Troy commented, with one hand squeezing against his mid-section while the other examined his leaf-like hair.
“All will be understood shortly,” Griselda said as she wheeled in another collection of plates. “For now though, it’s time for the second course.”
Troy’s concerns became overridden by his own wonder as the covers were pulled away to reveal a smorgasbord of fruits and vegetables. The fresh produce looked appetizing to the entire group, but for him the collection was his specialty. Letting his belly sink between his legs, he made his way over to a salad bowl. He only managed to use a fork for a single bite before the taste made him toss away his utensil and dive face first into the spread.
Enamored by the sound of Troy’s eating and his thickening backside starting to peek through his shorts, Blair was the next to step up. Showing little concern, she helped herself to a collection of peppers. The spicy taste mixed with the feathers appearing along her swelling bosom did little to stop her as she joined in with Troy to savor each bite.
By now, Sandy was fully aware of the effects of the food. Sure enough, watching Milo help himself to a cherry salad of questionable nutrition gifted him with a set of blubbery arms. The pudgy limbs being eclipsed by his plump tail let it sink in the sheer absurdity of what was being asked of her. Better judgement told her to turn away from the sight of Milo’s finned tail. However, a hungry growl from her still distended stomach urged her that at least a few more bites wouldn’t hurt.
Giving into her hunger, Sandy focused her attention on a vegetable tray. Any health benefits she could obtain from the platter were made non-existent as her claws dipped each one into a thick, creamy sauce. Making her way through the collection, she could feel her mouth start to push out from a combination of her developing maw and chubby cheeks. As she chomped down on her last carrot, she could feel her skirt get lifted up. Looking over her shoulder and noticing her nub of a tail waving about, she realized that she had hit the point of no return.
Helping herself to more fruits and veggies, Sandy continuously kept peeking over at her fellow employees. She managed to catch the very moment when Blair developed her own tail. While the appendage was rather small compared to Milo’s, it nonetheless fulfilled the purpose of highlighting just how large her backside had become. The only thing doing a better job were the pair of long palm leaves hanging off of Troy’s hips to emphasize his own, chunky rear.
Just as Sandy heard her skirt strain against her widening hips, she managed to swallow up the final piece of melon on the table. By the time she was done chewing, she took notice of the scales that had continued to spread out from her belly. Before she could properly examine what her thicker hide was doing to her enlarged bosom, her attention was drawn back to the table by the clang of silverware.
“Sorry for rushing you,” Griselda said, taking out the empty trays and putting large pots in their place. “But we still have quite a lot to go through. On to the third course.”
Any lingering sense of fullness amongst the group was undone the moment that the cover was pulled off of the first pot. Enraptured by the scent of the stew that wafted out, the group tried to grab it first, only for Blair to claim it as her own. Troy was the next one in line, getting a hearty, vegetable stew to eat up and put his extended neck to good use. Much to Sandy’s surprise, she ended up bumping her engorged hips into Milo’s equally wide waist in her rush to obtain her own nourishment. Thankfully, Griselda was nearby to prevent Sandy’s introspection about what she was doing by offering her a bowl of spicy gumbo to allow Milo full access to the clam chowder.
Sandy’s struggle to eat up the bottom half of her pot became aided by her mouth fully stretching out into a muzzle complete with slitted nostrils. As she drew closer and closer to the end, it was only through the use of a serpent-like tongue that she was able to lap up the last few morsels. Even with her modifications, it took some considerable effort to stretch her fattened neck far enough to finish off the last of the gumbo.
Pulling her head back out, Sandy used the back of her pudgy hand to wipe her maw clean. Aside from staring at the strained seams of her fabric trying to contain her girth, she let her gaze shift towards the others. Just like her, a good portion of Milo’s weight was going towards giving him a bottom heavy figure. While her mass was focused on her backside, for him the extra blubber was packed on to his legs, thighs, and the tail currently showing off the shimmering, blue and pink scales of his fin.
Considering how much weight she was putting on, Sandy was a little disappointed to see that her chest had only gained a moderate boost. However, her main point of comparison were the heaving orbs of flesh that were barely contained by Troy’s shirt. Even now, each step of his elephant-like, hooved feet threatened to rip apart the strained top and unleash the massive man boobs contained within.
Turning her gaze over to Blair, Sandy was able to see that the energetic woman was developing a more balanced distribution of weight. This meant that the entirety of her outfit was starting to rip apart thanks to the red feather coated blubber she was putting on with each gulp. Tips of the woman’s nipples mimicked the shade of the yellow, down feathers adorning her lower legs. In spite of her belly folds having completely overtaken her once slim mid-section, she contently continued to slurp up her soup with her beak.
A further survey of the group’s features was put on hold as they all realized that only four pots remained. Charging towards the collection, they tossed off the tops and began to drink. Chugging down a delicious and hearty beef stew, they paid little attention to the rush of extra fat that added onto their bodies. That was until the chance to savor their final bites was cut short by the complete destruction of their clothes.
“Oh dear,” Griselda said, watching the group pull their heads out from their pots. “I suppose we should have told you to remove your clothes beforehand.”
“No big deal,” Blair said, uncaring of her nude form being put on full display as she gave a thumbs up with her talon-like fingers.
“Yeah, I think I’m starting to like this,” Milo commented, swaying about his hips as he gave his tail a few, experimental swishes against his bare bottom.
“Not like that was my best outfit anyway,” Troy added, scratching at a strange, yellow bud beneath his chin with his hoof-like fingers.
“Mind if you add the replacement fee to our first pay checks?” Sandy asked, taking note of the pink heart pattern that had appeared on her chest.
“Of course, of course,” the Gengar woman replied. “I have something to replace your outfits while you work here, but I think it’s best to wait until we’re completely finished. For now, let’s move on to the fourth course.”
While the Gengar set about laying out the next serving of food, Sandy took a moment to get a better look at her companions. With how far along they were with the transformations, it was easy to guess what they were becoming. For Milo, he seemed to enjoy the added beauty of the Mylotic genes spliced into his form. Troy’s development as a Tropius man was equally easy to guess, especially when a flex of his back muscles revealed four, leaf-shaped wings. As for Blair, Sandy was admittedly a little fuzzy. She swore that she recognized the feathers and beak, but the actual name was hanging on the tip of her tongue.
“Blaziken.”
“Excuse me?” Sandy asked.
“Blaziken,” Blair repeated as she flexed her plump, talon-like hands. “You seemed to be struggling to figure out what I was.”
“Yeah, thanks,” Sandy replied, sliding a nervous hand along her plump cheek.
“Now, do you know what you are?” Blair asked. “I’m not too familiar with the later gens.”
“Pretty safe to assume that I’m a Salazzle,” she replied, waving about her tail to let it slide against her rear.
“Yeah, no clue what that is,” Blair said, not so subtly gazing over the heart pattern on Sandy’s chest. “But it looks really cool.”
“Thank you,” Sandy replied, unsure of why she was blushing at the minor compliment.
When Sandy turned back around, it was just in time to see the last plate get put on the table. Before the group of Pokémon people was a bevy of different dishes that could make up a main course. Steaks, prim ribs, whole roasted chickens, meatballs, and so much more were there to tantalize the group. Spurred forth by the rumbling in their guts, the group descended on the feast like a pack of rabid animals.
Milo’s eating habits were the more reserved of the bunch, but that wasn’t saying much. He still chomped his way through platters of food in record time in order to provide ample blubber for his drooping belly and rear. Swishing about his tail, he used the added length of his thick neck to properly survey the table for more food. Seeing how his fellow employees were rapidly going through the spread, he brushed a hand through his long eyelashes before diving back in.
By the third helping of meat, Troy had managed to fully grow out his wings. The large leaves still seemed a bit too small to properly hoist up his hefty figure. That didn’t stop him from momentarily hovering over the table to allow his elongated neck to search for his next course and show off the bananas hanging from below his chins. Setting his sights on a honey baked ham, he brought himself crashing to the ground to make the most of his meal.
Rather than stay in one spot, Blair’s method of keeping up with the others was done by zipping through the room upon her thick legs. Owing to her more evened out figure, she was able to dip in and out of the eating area to grab what she wanted. The feat of her chowing down on hunks of meat with her beak was made all the more impressive considering her sizable belly bulge and meaty breasts. Deliberately standing still just long enough to tease Sandy by waving her red, feathered tail against her ample rear, she moved on to rush towards her next serving of food.
Thrown out of rhythm by Blair’s teasing left Sandy well behind the others. Not wanting to let a single crumb go to waste, she opened up her maw as wide as possible to allow her claws to shovel food in. At some point she could feel her hair falling out to give a better look at her scaley head and purple eyes, but that didn’t matter. Nor did she seem to mind when she kept bumping her hips up against the table. All she cared about was picking off the remnants of food from her heart-shaped bosom in order to give her blubbery belly as much sustenance as possible.
Using her long, serpentine tongue, Sandy the Salazzle managed to devour the last few bits of steak on her plate. Lifting her head up, her eyes seemed to move on their own to take in the unparalleled beauty of Milo the Mylotic and his sizable hips. The soft boy’s figure was cast under a great shadow; getting her to crane her head upwards to see Troy the Tropius flapping about his new wings to mimic a blimp. A warm, feathery hug brought Sandy’s attention back to the table where she saw a very fat and friendly Blaziken woman by the name of Blair doing her best to show off a smile with her beak.
“We look amazing, right?” Blair asked.
“That’s putting it lightly,” Sandy replied, letting her hand slide across the expanse of her own, plump rear.
“Mmmm, these should be excellent for the pool,” Milo said allowed as he caressed his legs. “Both for swimming and… other things.”
“I’m not sure what you mean by these other things you speak of,” Griselda commented, the look in her eye letting them know of her feigned ignorance, “but I’m glad to hear you’re ready for your duties as the mansion’s pool caretaker.”
“Guess these mean that I’m in charge of the garden?” Troy asked, landing to the ground with a powerful stomp as his thick fingers jostled the bananas nestled in his row of chins.
“Exactly,” the Gengar woman replied, giving his thick back a proud pat. “As for you,” she continued, turning her attention towards Blair, “you’re going to be a more generalized position. Those legs should make you an excellent runner for various duties throughout the mansion.”
“You can count on me,” Blair replied, puffing out her prominent chest and incidentally letting crumbs tumble down her belly folds and onto the floor.
“Now, all that leaves is you,” Griselda said, stepping up and purposefully bumping her belly into Sandy’s.
“Am I going to be some kind of food server?” the Salazzle replied, unsure of if she could stop herself from gobbling down the guests’ delicious meals. “I’m not much of a cook, so that’s out of the question.”
“No, no, I have something much grander for you,” Griselda said, taking Sandy’s hand. “I want you to be one of the head maids here.”
A husky laugh left the Salazzle’s maw. “Sorry about that. I appreciate it, really, but I’m not exactly the right material for this.”
“Nonsense,” Griselda replied. “I could tell from your work history that you’ve always been good at helping others. The only problem is that you haven’t had the right environment to fully develop your skills. The Pokémon Maid Mansion should be the perfect place for you.”
“Well if you’re willing to put that much confidence in me, I’ll accept,” Sandy said, mimicking the smile on the Gengar woman’s face.
“Splendid,” Griselda said, clapping her hands together. “I’m so glad to see that the four of you are well on your way to getting settled into both your new bodies and job positions. I say this calls for a celebration in the form of the last course: dessert.”
Another clap of the Gengar woman’s hands brought forth one last barrage of trays into the dining area. Forcing themselves to hold back, the group of recently transformed Pokémon people let their gazes linger on the various cakes, pies, and other treats brought before them. Just as their mouths were starting to salivate and their bellies were growling in protest once more, that was when Griselda mercifully gestured for them to go forth.
Diving into the sweet feast, the group managed to revel in each bite as they quickly made their way through the spread. Though they had already each surpassed the threshold of 600 pounds during their last course, they didn’t slow down. After all, this was the victory lap they had earned from going through the mansion’s hiring process. With each new sweet flavor that danced across the Pokémon people’s tongues, they got a sugar rush that would be a more than welcome energy boost for what was to come. The enthusiasm with which they devoured each bite made the fact that they were covering themselves in icing and crumbs an issue they would only address once they had cleaned off each tray.
“Hmm, perhaps I should have waited until your appetites had settled down a bit,” Griselda commented.
“We could always lick each other clean,” Blair suggested, only half-joking.
“No, the showers should do fine,” the Gengar woman replied, gesturing down one of the hallways. “Please, right this way. Ms. Sandy, would you kindly lead the way?”
“Of course, Ms. Griselda,” the Salazzle taking charge as she and her coworkers waddled single file out of the room.
The heavy stomps of the Pokémon people eventually brought them to the mansion’s luxurious bathing area. Letting the warm water cascade down their bountiful flesh, they began the task of washing off the remnants of their exquisite feast. As the icing was scrubbed away, it finally dawned on Sandy that she was standing naked with three people she had only just met that day. Rather dwell on the sight of Blair’s exposed bosom, Milo’s ample rear, or the girthy thing sticking out from beneath Troy’s belly, she merely focused on cleaning herself. The only exception being whenever she or any of the others required assistance reaching certain areas there thick limbs couldn’t get to.
Wrapped in towels as they exited the showers, Sandy and the others were greeted with their new uniforms in the adjacent changing room. Holding up the leathery garments, they didn’t seem a proper fit for the mansion. That didn’t stop Blair from letting out an excited chuckle as she began to squeeze herself into the garment.
“Come on,” the Blaziken woman called out as she pulled the clothes past her doughy mid-section. “Or are you all part Slowpoke too?”
The friendly jab managed to get Sandy to join in putting on the skin-tight, black and white outfit. Slipping her clawed feet into the fabric, it took a bit of effort for her to get past her bottom heavy figure. Getting the maid styled outfit past her sizable hips, she paused right below her breasts to check on the others’ progress.
Troy was a bit slow going to get his uniform on, but Milo was nearby to assist. Through their combined efforts, the two men were able to adorn themselves in the tight butler outfits. Though the two of them seem pleased with their appearances, the uniforms left very little to the imagination about the bulges of their bellies and undercarriage.
Managing to snugly fit her outfit over her bosom, Sandy paused to take a look in the mirror. In spite of looking like it was painted on, the uniform had a certain charm to it that she couldn’t deny. Doing a twirl revealed how little of her backside was covered up by the rubber skirt thanks to her thick tail. The risqué nature of the uniform gave her more than enough opportunity to fully appreciate the curves and eccentric beauty she had been gifted by the master of the mansion. Satisfied with both her and the others’ appearances, she once more took the lead as they stepped back out.
“My, oh my,” Griselda commented as the four employees spread out to show off their forms. “You’ve truly exceeded the expectations of both me and the master of the mansion. I see bright things in your future.” Turning on her heels, Griselda waved her hand as she waddled off. “Come along now, we still have much work to do before we open for business.”
“Of course, Ms. Griselda,” Sandy said with a deep bow that left the peak of her belly mere inches above the ground. “Let’s ensure that our future guests will feel welcome in our magnificent mansion.”
