[Anthro TF, Weight Gain, Identity Erasure]

"Where am I?!"

That was the voice of Clair, Blackthorn City's Gym Leader, echoing out as she managed to shrug off the sluggish vibes hanging onto her after she woke up. Of course she screamed the moment that she woke up, because she simply couldn't believe what she was seeing.

It wasn't just the fact that she was stuck in what looked like a padded room with no real exit, unless one happened to be hidden incredibly well in one of the walls... But it was also the fact that she was currently wearing nothing except a collar. She had woken up in a strange place, and somebody had put their hands on her while she was sleeping...

Not fair..!

"Come on! Somebody has to be listening! I didn't just get warped here!" Clair shouted as she got up onto her feet, covering up her private areas with her arms and hands to try and preserve some sort of modesty. She didn't know if she was being watched... And it was just natural instinct to try and be modest when she was naked outside of her own home!

Initially, nobody answered. Which just served to frustrate Clair even more than she already was. But eventually...

"That voice... That's Clair, right? Clair from Johto, right?"

An excited, yet also frightened voice echoed out. One that was familiar to Clair too, as she quickly tried to identify it. There were very few that could be that excited while also a bit terrified. One that was kind of like herself in certain aspects, even if she was trying to improve on those parts of...

That's it. "Flannery, is that you?" It wasn't that she was frightened. It was a lack of confidence. And she knew exactly who that belonged to. Lavaridge Town's own Gym Leader, Flannery!

"Thank goodness!" Flannery's voice echoed from... Somewhere, as she breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm glad to know I'm not the only one here. Even if I don't know where 'here' is. Do you know, Clair?"

"How should I know? I just woke up here. What about you? Naked, wearing a collar, no idea of how you ended up here?" Clair shot back, silently crossing her fingers and hoping that her fellow Gym Leader knew anything...

A nervous laugh echoed out. "I-I didn't know you were a practicing Psychic, Clair! How could you..." Flannery's voice paused, before the laugh continued. "R-Right. You're probably going through the same..."

She was not confident. But she was quicker on the uptake than she was willing to give herself credit for. Something that Clair was thankful for, because if she had to deal with somebody like Whitney right about now...

Just as the two reached a wavelength, one of their walls lit up. And just like that, it seemingly vanished... Or, at the very least, turned transparent. Allowing the two Gym Leaders to look at one another, and simultaneously be consumed by shades of red filling up their faces from a shared sense of shame...

"Whoever's messing with us, I didn't need to see that!" Clair cried out as she turned away from the wall that had suddenly turned transparent, huffing and steaming as she tried to glare towards any of the other walls. It couldn't be that they were all stuck next to other girls like them, because they would've heard her if that was the case. But how were they going to get out!?

Flannery wanted to turn away. But she was instead stuck gazing at Clair's rather supple form. It had a slight bit of tone to it, probably due to the training that Dragon Tamers like her went through, but she never imagined that she would look so soft. Especially compared to her...

"Seems like it's your turn this time."

Another wall turned transparent, revealing yet another collared female just like Flannery and Clair. This one, however, caused both of them to be filled with a completely different kind of shame...

"C-Cynthia!?" "S-Sinnoh C-Champion Cynthia!?"

The blonde Champion nodded, not bothering to try and hide her body despite the shame that she naturally felt. Instead, she simply stared at the two girls as she got onto her feet. "It's been a while, Clair. I would've preferred to meet you under better circumstances, but it seems like you two were abducted just like I was. As well as the others that have already gone missing." She explained, before turning her attention to Flannery's gaze. Which was locked on her rather generous bust... "As for you, Flannery... If this keeps you from spiraling because of your lacking confidence, by all means keep looking."

Flannery quickly noticed what she was doing, especially after Cynthia had called her out on it, and tried to look away. She couldn't help it, Cynthia was stacked. Way more than she was. And she hadn't really noticed it the few times that the Champion had stopped by her Gym, much less during mock battles for tournament prep...

"The others? How long have you been here, Cynthia?" Clair said, before a shiver ran down her spine. "Wait a moment... I remember now... Lance had been trying to investigate a series of disappearances. But I couldn't let him be the only one on the lookout, so..."

Cynthia smiled. It was good to hear that her fellow Trainers tried their best to solve the mystery. Even if she had seen several like them come and go after she had ended up inside of this cell. "Did you hear about a Mythical Pokémon on your hunt, Clair?"

"W-Wait, Mythical? I-I think I remember a Mew showing up in Lavaridge... And then... Uh..." Flannery spoke up, blinking rapidly as she tried to remember. "It was kinda... Huge? Huge and feminine and..."

"Huge..." Clair let the word hang on her tongue. Right before her eyes started to rapidly widen. "You saw that fatso too, Flannery!? That Mew that looked way more like an obese woman!? She must be the one behind all of this!"

"Such a foul mouth on you, Clair. Though I suppose that does describe my current physique."

All three Pokémon Trainers were treated to a sight unlike any other. One that caused both Flannery and Clair to fall back due to the shock, and one that made Cynthia's eyebrow cock up incredulously...

Floating in front of each of them was a pink-hued woman. Though given the smoothness of her body combined with the hue, and the fact that she had an incredibly distinct tail when paired with how she was floating above the ground... She was a Mew. There was no doubt about it. Only a powerful Psychic-type Pokémon like Mew would be able to appear thrice in a single place...

Even though the fat that was packed onto her body made her look more like a Snorlax. It was a wonder that she was able to actually float with how much weight was on her body. Arms looking like they were just as wide as logs, with her legs looking awfully stumpy thanks to how much her fat had swallowed them. Maybe she weighed even more than a Snorlax, since even a Snorlax was eventually able to get up onto its feet. This Mew? She looked like she would struggle to walk with how much she weighed...

Yet she didn't seem overencumbered at all. If anything, her belly looked like it could easily serve as a chair, and she'd still be able to float around with no problem. That was the kind of air that she possessed... The kind of air that was enhanced by her long and elegant hair, contrasting the rest of her body completely...

"Y-You! You're the weird fat Mew that showed up when I tried to find my friends! You're the reason why I'm here, aren't you!?" Clair shouted as she quickly got back up onto her feet, clenching her fists. Even if she didn't have her Pokémon on her, she could throw down with one. Especially one as fat as her!

Flannery was struggling to find the right words. All she could do right now was simply stare as she instinctively pinched her thighs together. W-Why was she feeling this way by looking at an overweight Pokémon? M-Maybe it was the confidence... M-Maybe that fat was the key to conf- No. No no. That was a terrible idea, horrible idea!

Cynthia, compared to the other two girls, was able to piece together the puzzle in front of her. She had picked up on the strange Pokémon cries that echoed from other rooms while she was stuck in here... This Mew was probably made from that. And if that hair belonged to who she thought it did...

"What do you gain from this, Sabrina?" It was a shot in the dark. She didn't have much to go on besides that hair, and the psychic powers at the Pokémon's fingertips. But she had to guess. Because then they might still have a chance.

"SABRINA!?"

The Mew glared at Cynthia, a glare that was reflected on the other versions of her that were floating in front of both Clair and Flannery. "I am Mew. That life was in the past. Now I live to make Master happy. And Master demands more girls like me. You three will do nicely." She said, as the power pouring from her body grew stronger and stronger...

As soon as the power started to pour off her bodies, the three girls could feel themselves being pulled towards the fat Pokémon. Her psychic power was dragging them towards her flabby body. All while her power poured towards their heads as well...

"I'm not getting closer to you..! I'm-" Clair cried out, right before she locked eyes with the Psychic-type Pokémon, and her eyelids grew heavier. So did the rest of her body, as she was gradually pushed up against Mew's body. A soft body that made her feel incredibly drowsy...

Flannery tried to resist the power's pull as well. Though it didn't do her much good, as her eyes ended up drifting towards Mew's body in its entirety. How wonderfully flabby it was... So much so that she almost worked with the psychic powers' pull, pushing her face up against the pillowy belly bed...

Cynthia closed her eyes and tried to stand her ground. Out of the three of them, she was perhaps the strongest. Yet at the same time, that's exactly why she was the weakest. Because Mew knew to add a bit of physicality to her approach. Floating towards her until her victim's face met her belly... And after a few seconds, Cynthia started sinking into the flab as well. Unable to stop herself from drifting off...

Drifting off into the psychic dream that was being crafted for her...

---

"Aren't you just the cutest, Eevee?"

Clair trembled as she heard that name. One moment, she had been trying to fight back against Mew's power, the next she woke up with her head resting on some featureless man's lap, and... And...

And it felt really good to have her head there. Especially as he patted her head and praised her. Even if he called her Eevee. She wasn't an Eevee, she definitely wasn't a weak Pokémon like that. She was a Dragon Tamer..! A Gym Leader..!

"I'm not a Pokémon..!" Clair cried out, though she couldn't wrestle herself free from his lap. Not when it felt this good to just have her head there. It felt just right... Juuuust right... Mmmm...

The featureless man giggled. "That's right, Eevee. You are the cutest." He didn't hear her at all. In fact, it sounded like she was just saying Eevee to him... At least, that's what it felt like she was saying. "And you know what the cutest Pokémon get?"

Clair didn't know. But she soon understood, as a bowl full of Poffins and Pokéblocks and all sorts of other goodies for Pokémon was slid in front of her. The kind of bowl that made her mouth water, even if she definitely didn't want to acknowledge it.

"There you are. A special treat for my cute little Eevee!" Her owner... N-No, the weird man said. But it was such a comforting voice, and she... She...

She was hungry. Her tummy was growling. When was the last time that she had eaten? Well, it was about an hour ago... N-No, her mind was trying to play tricks on her...

But it still looked so... So appetizing...

Clair tried. And she failed. Her hunger and the soft vibes in the air compelled her to dig in. Forcing her face into the bowl like a pet that hadn't gotten the chance to eat in a long, long time...

With every bite, her body gradually started to compress. She was getting shorter. Stouter. Her height and her length turning into chub on her body. As she ate and ate and ate...

She was completely naked already, so she barely even noticed that something was growing along her body. Bit by bit, brown fur started to poke out. Giving her an adorable coat of wonderfully soft fur, which went together really well with the way her body grew nice and short and chubby, especially when a bit of lighter-hued fur grew out around her neck, making her look extra fluffy...

The fluffiness of her body only amplified as she kept on eating. As soon as it seemed like she had eaten everything that was in the bowl, it was like it filled up all on its own. That, or maybe the act of eating was making her lose track of what was going on. Maybe that was why she hadn't noticed the way that her belly was now pushing up against the floor... Or the way that her newly grown tail started to rapidly wag in response to more food appearing in her bowl...

Eevee's... Clair's continued feeding was just making it harder and harder to think. Which made everything feel that much better. The way she grew. The way her body felt as she was eating. And especially the way that the nice man...

The way that her Owner was petting her on the head. She was having trouble keeping track of everything. But the one thing that she could definitely keep track of was her owner. Especially the way he smiled at her when she ate. He was always there to help her. Always there to encourage her...

Always there to feed her. Her tummy grumbled happily as she panted and wagged her tail as she looked up at him. Her eyes had turned ever slightly dim from how good it felt for him to spoil her. How good it felt to be loved by him!

"You really are the cutest, Eevee." He said, his expression beaming even though all she could see was his smile. All while he reached into his pocket and pulled out a strange looking stone. One that he held out towards her...

It didn't look very tasty. But it did smell kinda nice. Which just made Eevee tremble a little more. She liked how it smelled. Maybe even more than the way that her food did...

"Don't you want to be cute forever, Eevee? With this Everstone, you'll stay the cutest butterball in the whole world. Everyone'll be so jealous when they see me walk you, because they can't ever be as cute as you!" Her owner said, ecstatic about the thought of showing her off...

There was a tiny voice in the back of Eevee's mind. A teeny, tiny voice that was trying to tell her that all of this was wrong. 'You are Clair! Not an Eevee! Blackthorn City's Clair!' The voice cried out with all its might...

But Eevee didn't really listen. Of course she didn't listen. The voice wasn't her Owner. And her Owner always knew what was right. So if her Owner wanted her to be a butterball, and the cutest one at that, who was she to try and fight back against that? She simply giggled and wagged her tail like always.

"That's my girl!" Her Owner cried out, as he attached the Everstone to Eevee's collar. Ensuring that she would never, ever be able to evolve. Despite all the love that he had for her. Despite how much he took good care of her.

Eevee would always be Eevee. The adorably weak and fat Eevee that was totally happy being short and chubby, because that was when she was at her cutest. She wasn't some big-shot Dragon Tamer who would get huffy if she was beaten.

She was just Eevee. Her Owner's adorable butterball. Just as a Pet was meant to be...

---

"There, doesn't that feel wonderful, Vulpix?"

Flannery trembled as she felt her hair being brushed. She wanted to say something, but the feeling rushing through her was making it really hard to do so...

She remembered pushing up against Mew's belly... But she didn't understand how she got there. As for where here was, it was on the lap of some strange man whose body she couldn't quite make out...

All that she could tell about him was that he had such a soft and gentle smile on his face. All while he was using that brush to very delicately groom her hair. Almost like he was grooming fur...

But she didn't have fur. And she wasn't Vulpix. Much less the Alolan Vulpix that he was trying to convince her that she was. She really, really wasn't...

"U-Uhm..." Flannery tried to speak up. Her confidence was as flaky as usual, but she had to do something. Especially since if she didn't, what was going to happen to Clair and Cynthia? The two of them were in just as much danger as she was, and she... She...

A tender whine left her lips as that brush kept on working its way through her hair. Hair that was starting to turn from a fiery red to a nice and cloudy white. All while the nice man was rubbing away at her tummy. To keep her nice and docile and happy. Something that was way more effective than she was willing to admit...

"Ssssh. I know you like this, but you have to hold still. Otherwise you'll just end up making it harder to brush you." The nice man said, before giggling slightly. "Oh, I know. You're probably hungry, aren't you?"

Flannery didn't know what he meant. She wasn't hungry. Not that hungry anyway. But as soon as he held out a single sweet looking Poffin in front of her...

She couldn't stop herself from eating it right off the palm of his hand. It felt so good to eat. Like all of that sweetness just hit the back of her throat. It felt so wonderful that she almost sank into the nice man's chest, that's how good it felt...

Although, it was a little more literal than she could imagine. The sweet taste of the food was making her unaware of what was happening to her, and one of the first few things that happened was the way her body shrunk. Leaving her nice and plump, while being so much easier to carry. Just like a proper Vulpix should...

The effects were incredibly quick. Leaving her much fatter than her Owner in a matter of mere seconds. All while an adorable pair of ears popped out of the top of her head, snow-white just like the fur that was growing across her body. Matching the cloudy tails that popped out from over her butt, tails that were starting to wrap around her Owner for extra comfort...

Her... Her Owner..? It... It felt right to think of the man that way, but she... She wasn't...

Vulpix's body started to heat up as soon as she felt her Owner's kiss on her cheek. She shouldn't feel this hot, given her icy nature. But it felt so wonderful to be loved. It was unfair that her Owner knew just how to make her feel good...

"You really beautiful, Vulpix. Even with all of that weight on your body, you still look as delicate as the day I found you in the wild. But now you're safe. You're secure. You'll never end up without love. Doesn't that sound wonderful? You don't have to worry about a thing." Her Owner's words were comforting. Inviting. He wanted nothing more than for her to be happy. At least, that's what he made it sound like...

There was this tiny voice in the back of her head. This tiny voice that was trying to tell her something. But Vulpix couldn't really hear it. Not when she was filled with this kind of heat. Not when her Owner loved her this much...

Instead, she simply cuddled up against her Owner. Letting her hefty butt really grind against his lap as the adorable blubbery fox grew even more adorable. Especially as she looked up at him...

When the two of them had met, according to the memories that now seemed so real to her, she had been afraid. She had lost her way, and didn't know where to go. But he was there to help her. And because of that, she trusted him enough to come with him. Which was why she had ended up on his lap...

Why she had gone through this routine over and over. Of having him groom her to make sure that she looked just right. Of having him spoil her with such delicious food. Over and over and over again. No matter how fat this made her. No matter how much it made her long to be with him at all times...

The only thing that mattered to Vulpix was to be with him. To be fed by him. To be groomed by him. To have his hands gently caress her while he's busy trying to make sure she looks just right. To have him make her happy....

Flannery was long gone. And her confidence issues had vanished just as hard. All that remained was a tamed Alolan Vulpix. Who loved her Owner more than anything in the whole wide world. Who loved him with every little inch of her tubby little body...

And that love only grew as he kissed her once again, spoiling her like a pet was meant to be...

---

"You've been through so much, Arcanine. I'm very proud of you. You know I am."

Cynthia was laying down. Not just because she didn't want to acknowledge what was going on. More so because she finally understood exactly what had happened. Both to Sabrina, and to all the others that she had heard while she was captive.

They had been pulled into these types of scenarios. It was probably Sabrina's fault that all of this felt so real. Even if she wasn't able to make the Man currently petting her back appear as anything more than a vague silhouette with a smile on his face. She definitely tried, given how real everything else felt. It's just that she wasn't able to make the man look more accurate...

Not that Cynthia could call it a bad job. If she were to open her eyes and look at the man, she would probably feel a certain kind of connection. The same connection that grew as she felt her back being rubbed. But she wouldn't acknowledge it. Acknowledging it would make it more real...

"Here. It's your favorite meal. Eat away and grow nice and big for me, won't you? That way, you'll end up giving birth to such a wonderful brood."

She could hear it. The sound of a bowl being pushed in front of her face. She had to ignore it. No matter how nice the smell was. No matter how much her mouth was starting to drool thanks to the smell. She had to ignore it...

And yet, no matter how determined Cynthia was, her instincts took over. Whether those instincts were truly her own or the ones that were implanted in her by the psychic powers, she couldn't know. All that she knew was that she had to open her eyes and stare straight ahead at the pokéblock filled bowl...

Slowly but surely, she got up. On all four limbs, just like the Arcanine that she was meant to be. And she gradually put her face down towards the bowl. Gradually, carefully, eating away at the treats that were meant for her...

They tasted phenomenally. So much so that she almost immediately lost track of what she was doing besides eating. Once her defenses had been cracked, the psychic influence forced their way through. Making it hard for her to fight against her most basic instincts...

Just as it was impossible for her to fight against the red and white fur that was starting to cover her body. Fur that seemed just a little aged, which fit her older body. She had been this for a while. Doing her best to serve her Owner. And she was rewarded with this wonderful diet, and this special kind of love...

Cynthia tried to shake her head, but the smell and the taste of the treats she was gouging herself on was making it harder and harder to think. Making it easier and easier for the instincts inside her to take over...

Instincts that were only amplified as the fat piled onto her body. Fat that completely contrasted her prior role as a Champion and an archaeological enthusiast. Gone were the hints of somebody that had been exploring, now only a flabby hound remained...

A hound that was growing heavier, even as her belly pushed up against the ground while she fed from the bowl. All while subtle kicks started to impact from the inside of her belly. She wasn't just fat. She was pregnant. She was expecting. Not like a normal Pokémon. An Anthro like her, a pet that was dedicated to her Owner, bore proper children just like any fertile woman would...

It was why her nethers were glistening with juices. Why she was subtly shaking her hips left and right as she ate. She was barely even aware of what she was doing beyond eating. It was all instinctual, just as everything she had done for her Owner after he had raised her into a proud battler, now a spoiled breeder...

"You really know how to excite me, don't you, Arcanine?" Her Owner's voice echoed out. Followed by the soft sound of his zipper being undone. As well as the feeling of something pressing up against her nethers...

Arcanine was very familiar with how this played out. Even the first time that he told her about her new role, she was more than willing to carry this out. That was how she had been trained. How she expected to handle her new duty. Which was why she was pushing her rump up against his crotch, beckoning him to breed her...

It didn't take long. Nor did she react much to it. Her Owner always bred her while she was eating. It was why she was so heavy. Why such a brood was growing within her. She had to eat lots, not just to satiate her hunger, but to keep her brood well fed. A brood that only grew bigger every time he did this...

But it was alright. All of it was. She loved the way that he bred her. She loved the way that she was allowed to simply eat and grow hefty, because that's what he wanted from her. She didn't need to be proud of her ability to fight. She just needed to be proud of what he wanted from her. Proud of her ability to grow big, fat, and pregnant for him...

Gone was the Champion Cynthia. Now, only Arcanine remained. And as she continued to eat from her bowl, her Owner continued to breed her...

As a pet was meant to be...

---

"You've done an excellent job, Mew."

Mew squealed in delight as she felt her nethers being parted. All while that hefty body of hers was being supported by that surprisingly small lap that she had come to love. Her Master was putting her to good use, just as he had done when he first helped her become his pet...

Three distinct scenes were being displayed on screens currently lit up behind Mew. Each depicting the females that she had trapped within wonderful dreams. Each now being just as fat and as furred as the other. Just as obedient towards her owner too...

Eevee, who had formerly been Clair, was now eagerly suckling on a tube that was being fed into her mouth by another version of Mew. Even as Mew was being bred by her owner, even as her heavy body was being forced to bounce on his lap, she was still able to maintain one of her constructs. Said construct was more than happy to keep on petting and caressing the transformed pet, just to ensure that she fully absorbed every part of the dream that transformed her. Especially as the Everstone that her owner in the dream had given her had now appeared around her neck, ensuring that the butterball Eevee would stay adorably short and plump for the foreseeable future...

The Alolan Vulpix that had once been Flannery was currently taking up a spot on her Mew's lap, just as asleep as Eevee was. Compared to her fellow fat and short pet, she was swallowing food from the tube at a much more relaxed rate. Because that was the kind of love that she had been taught within the dream. She just had to take it slow and steady. Her Owner would always be there to care for her. No matter how long it would take. And she loved it, given the way that her tails were wrapped around the Mew she was sitting on...

Arcanine, the former proud Champion Cynthia, was currently laying down. All while her belly, gorged with both her upcoming brood and the food that was currently being poured down her throat thanks to the tube in her mouth, was getting rubs from her Mew. There were only mild senses of pride left in her. None dedicated to her strength, however. Her pride came from the way that she was able to seduce her owner... And carry their children, as rearing a new generation was just right for an aged Pet like her. Even now her nethers were glistening, as she hoped to be bred once she awoke...

"My turn to be pregnant, right, Owner..?" Mew softly said as she wrapped her tubby arms around her sweet and loving Owner. Even if he had been responsible for her turning out like this. Making her use her own power on herself, transforming her from a human into the Pokémon that was most fitting for her power...

But it didn't matter. Because her Owner gave her a kiss on the lips. All while filling her as he had done many times before. It felt good... It felt really good...

So good that she barely even noticed the tube being slotted into her mouth. Or the way that he pulled out of her, leaving her to float in mid-air. Cum kept inside of her womb thanks to her own power working for his benefit....

Mew simply squirmed and let out a muffled squeal, as she suckled out more and more food from the tube. All while her owner smiled from a distance, and admired his pet's handiwork. Turning Sabrina's own power against her had been such a wonderful idea...

Another three pets to add to his collection. And many more on the way, given Mew's efforts to lure in more females like them....

What a good pet she was...