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It is hard to think with the painful protests of your abdomen complaining about being tense for so long. Everytime you falter the prey stuffed up your vagina slips down and padded toes poke back out into the open air before you hurriedly tighten back up again, either pushing the toes in subtly with your fingers or actually managing to pull them in with the contractions of your vagina. The maid outfit was the least demanding choice so you went with that one. The deer gave a happy cheer of approval before going over to a full rack of near identical uniforms and flicking through them for the closest fit.
You look around for some kind of chair. There are chairs in front of long counters with mirrors surrounded by lights. Just as you start to head towards them though, the deer lady comes back with one of the outfits and holds it up in front of you. "Hmmm, hmmmm yes this one seems close though I'll need to take measurements. Hold still please".
Barely managing to suppress a groan, you return to standing proper as she begins to measure you. It crosses your mind you really should ask what her name is. If only you could manage to really talk right now. It helps to try and distract yourself thinking what her name would even be! You are shaking all over now, having difficulty even standing properly. Suddenly a pair of massive hands land on your hips easily encircling your entire waist. Letting out a soft epp your spring back is mostly stopped by those firm hands on you. Looking up and behind you notice the deer lady's head leaning right next to yours and become slightly worried about just how much larger she is.
"I was wondering why your belly was so small. Didn't seem like the boss to make an exception for you."
It takes a bit for what she said to kick in and for you to force yourself to look down. Your breath caught as you saw the legs of your prey slipping out all the way to the shins. The feline had started shifting again, seemingly trying to wriggle out now. Panicked you tense your core but the flare of pain and fatigue is nearly unbearable and the feline slips out a bit more. Panic starts to set in until the Deer's soothing voice calms you down.
"Oh, seems you didn't have them all the way inside dear".
With a single finger, the deer lady presses against the feet of the cat and presses them back inside effortlessly. You reluctantly relax your core to let her push them back up inside, fearing you won't be able to tense them again. You hope the deer will work a miracle, because you would likely fail right now if she didn't.
She continues pressing all the way until her finger is like a cap to your sex. Her dextrous movements would likely be arousing if you weren’t so numbed from the exertion. With surprisingly gentle fingers, she massages and squeezes your abdomen, working with muscles you were hardly aware of and pressing the prey up. Steadily your belly rounded out further, getting nearly twice as large as before with the cat being forced to curl up inside. His squirms make clear ripples across your fur. A surreal thing to witness. Finally you feel almost like a pop inside of yourself. A good pop. Instinctively you know you can relax, and when the deer withdraws her digits, the cat remains secure inside, despite shifting and turning within the chamber in your lower belly.
"There you go. Now they are secure inside and you won't have to torture yourself to keep them up there. It will be difficult for them to break out too." She gives you a moment then starts taking the measurement around your newly expanded gut before going over to her station and getting to work. Although you feel great relief your body is still sore, so pull a chair up to sit down and watch the seamstress work.
The deer lady is indeed very skilled as she quickly sets about adjusting the maid outfit to fit you properly. You really should get her name, actually you can now. "Oh um sorry to be rude, but I'm Avatar, what's your name?"
The deer lady pauses for a second before continuing not looking up from the dress at all. "Oh no dear, I am the one who is sorry for not introducing myself to begin with. My name is Marigold. It's nice to meet you, Avatar."
Marigold never takes her eyes off of her work, and does not continue the conversation beyond that simple response. You want to leave her to her work but the silence felt heavy in the room. Your eyes wander and the mass of clutter that fills every corner is interesting to look at for its sheer variety of props, material, and color. You eventually come back around to Marigold.
She is a very large woman standing much taller than you, and was decently hearty too. Thinking back you hadn't seen anyone with quite as much fat on them as Marigold, and you're reminded of Valor telling you how preds basically leech the nutrients from your body. Is Marigold a predator? She is larger than other people you know are predators. Was it rude to ask such a thing? Well Marigold seems nice enough that you find the courage. "Are you a predator?"
Marigold softly chuckles, keeping her eyes transfixed on her work. "Oh no, I'm not a pred and never have been." The large deer finally looks at you and sits back in her chair. She slaps her gut softly but still sets it jiggling and sends her breasts rocking back and forth under her dress. "I've just been around for a long time, and large enough most preds don't bother me" she lets out a soft sigh, almost as if she is perhaps sad about that. Quickly Marigold pulls the maid outfit up. "It's ready! now put it on, put it on".
Despite already being less than modest, you are slightly hesitant about fully stripping in front of Marigold. But from what you’ve seen, it seems like something that is pretty normal around here you just need to get used to. Stripping your shirt off it is quite simple to just slip the maid outfit over your head. A problem immediately presents itself. Your tail, which you had barely noticed before, is strong and generally prefers to stand straight up behind you. This naturally meanw it lifts the skirt of the maid outfit right up with it exposing your rear to everyone. "Uhhhh Marigold, I can't seem to find the tail hole on this outfit?"
"Oh? Hehehe. That's because there isn't one." Marigold calmly giggles over your shocked mortified expression. “Yes, the tail lifting is an intentional feature of this outfit. The master finds it very amusing. I bet he wouldn't if he had a tail as well. Oh, and I'm sorry to say but undergarments are forbidden with the uniform, so don't try bringing your own. You will get punished for it.“
"G-Great" You stammer to yourself, the nervousness returning as you do your best trying to fiddle around with the skirt. The fit over your bulging belly is great. The frilly skirt makes the bulge stand out less. Trying to force your tail to act is difficult though, like stretching a muscle you had never used before. Slowly you got the tail to droop a bit allowing the skirt to fall far enough to cover your butt, but it was going to be a constant battle. Your tail very much liked to return to full height the moment you weren't concentrating on it. "W-Well I guess I'm ready for m-my shift then. It was nice to meet you Marigold. T-thanks for the help"
"Oh you’re welcome dear. I look forward to making some specialty outfits just for you on stage." Marigold giggles before getting back to her work. Your face is left red just thinking about getting into anything like what you heard in the back rooms earlier. Just as you are leaving, you hear her call out. “And try not to worry yourself dear, you’ll be in good hands.”
Through the hallways you make your way towards where you were told the kitchen was. The music had changed from a thumping techno vibrating the building to something quiet and subtle. It was hard to place what kind of music it was exactly but it was soft and soothing.
Cautiously stepping into the kitchen you were surprised to see it was fairly large yet mostly empty. There is just one person standing to the front over a hot sizzling grill. They look an odd sort with big fluffy hips, tail and feet clearly of a kangaroo, but their upper body is a thin mix of feathers and scales. It is a clear mismatch that leaves you staring in wonder for a bit. Beside the hot griddle was what appeared to be a large alchemist set. Many different shapes of glass vials held various liquids of many different colors, some also over the heat and emitting smoke of many different colors as well. Occasionally the mismatched person leans over with a long gangly arm and adjusts the flame or pours one liquid into another. You even watch them pluck a vial and dribble.some over the food they are preparing. It most certainly does not seem safe.
On the other side of the large kitchen is the only other person you see, who appears to be the janitor mopping the floor. They seem normal wearing the type of full body denim onesie you would expect a janitor to wear only leaving exposed their badger head. You see they are wearing headphones and bobbing their head to music while working. It is hard to tell but the hint of their physique you got through the onepiece made you suspect they are female. Until they turn around and confirm it.
The front of the badger's uniform is unzipped all the way down to the crotch and left to hang open. Underneath she wears nothing but a black lace bra and pair of panties, something that would be straight out of an adult magazine with intricate patterns and semi transparent mesh to see through most of what little was already covered. After picking your jaw off the floor and averting your gaze your checks went flush wondering what is up with this lady and who you should introduce yourself to.
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