A story commissioned by  WomblesFan

“Looks like they got away,” Zaron, the massive Dufflepouch Raichu, sighed as he attempted to force out Bearmon and Kent from his belly pouched connected to his tail in order to vore them. After a few minutes of trying and nothing emerging, he was able to confirm his suspicion that they were indeed gone.

“How could they do that?” wondered Chuchu, Zaron’s loyal Pikachu minion. “You sucked them into your tail right before both of our eyes. Teleport shouldn’t work since you are a Dark Type too.”

“How indeed,” he smirked, not minding their miraculous escape since they weren’t a tasty Pikachu meal eluding him. “But so long as they don’t interfere with my plans, it doesn’t really matter. Our only priority is this factory. Let’s go take a look and see what kind of damage they’ve done, both them and those pesky Alolan Raticate.”

Entering into the factory, they could see the damage done to the door to the cheese storage room. Looking inside there, they saw that every last ounce of cheese was gone, save for a dirty puddle of fondue on the ground. “Well, no surprise that they devoured every last chunk of cheese we had,” observed Chuchu as he peeked into boxes and barrels to see if anything escaped the rodents, but found that they were very thorough. “They inhaled it like, well, like you when it comes to Pikachu. Now, we don’t have any for your plan, let alone to sample for potency.”

“Maybe, but perhaps those pests were actually kind enough to show us how irresistibly delicious this special cheese recipe is, if they didn’t dare leave even a single piece of shredded mozzarella behind,” figured Zaron. “Yes, I’d say that we can probably go right ahead and use the high cal ingredients for the next batch. If we do, then how long would it take till we’d have enough for a little get together with some of the local electric mice in this town?”

“Assuming none of the machinery has been damaged before we got here, if we start now, we might be able to get a decent spread for a small party, tomorrow,” figured Chuchu.

“Then what are we waiting for?” grinned Zaron as his tail gently coiled around his follower like a snake, the pouch-like end presented to the Pikachu like a flower being offered. “Let’s get started.”

A faint pink fragrance leaked out from the pouch, a special pheromone that Zaron could use to charm Pikachu into obeying his commands, at least, for a little while. However, after encountering Chuchu, some time ago, and exposing him to a significant amount of his special scent, it had a rather intriguing and apparently permanent effect on him. Physically, the change had merely been his eyes turning pink, but the psychological changes were far more fantastic. From being timid and fearful of the large Raichu, he had suddenly become completely devoted to his every want and need.

Even after a couple of weeks since the last exposure to his pheromones, Chuchu’s state remained unchanged, much to Zaron’s delight to discover. Upon allowing him another whiff of his fragrance, Chuchu proved most eager to inhale it and even became stimulated, like it also provided him a temporary energy boost.

As the pheromones hit Chuchu’s sinuses, he inhaled deeply, taking it all in. His heart started to race as he became filled him with adrenaline, his ears standing up more, as did his tail. “Heheh,” chuckled Zaron with devious delight from this feeling of power and control he had over the little Pikachu. To him, all Pikachu belonged in his belly, though to be able to control them till they met their proper fate was icing on the cake for his ego. “All charged up?” he asked and got a nod from Chuchu.

“I am indeed, master,” he smiled, cheeks sparking to showcase his eagerness. “All ready to work.”

“Then don’t let me stop you,” Zaron smiled back and released him from his tail to do just that.

Without wasting a second, the Pikachu hurried to work, gathering the ingredients for the different cheeses and adding them to the machines. Even on his own, it was a fairly simply task that he accomplished with all his haste. Once that was done, a more difficult job awaited him as he made his way to the surge protector, that all the machines were plugged into, but its own plug was not connected to a wall socket. Holding it tightly, in his paws, as his cheeks sparked, Chuchu used his own electricity to power the numerous machines in the room, bringing them all come to life and begin processing the ingredients in them.

This was quite a feat for a single Pikachu to manage as he had to keep the electricity flowing without pause, something that would take quite a lot of focus and power to accomplish. Such a task should have been incredibly difficult to downright impossible, even for a Pikachu who trained to hone their electric abilities, but, for Chuchu, his drive to please his master made him willing to work himself to the bone without a second thought. For him, he was willing to push himself to the limits of his strength and beyond.

Still watching as Chuchu expended all his strength and energy in service of him, Zaron couldn’t help revel in the satisfaction that came with it. “That’s it,” thought Zaron this display of servitude merely wetting his appetite for more. “Serve your master. Your power is merely an extension of my own now so it should only ever be used for me.”

“Chuuuuu!” squeaked Chuchu as he continued to power the machines, his focus unbreakable as he currently was. The machines ran, mixing the different milks and other ingredients in bowls before going through a special hyper-accelerated process to turn it all into cheese in a fraction of the time it would take to make the cheese normally.

“Coming along nicely,” noted the massive Raichu as he started to walk around and get a gander at all the machines, taking sniffs of the different cheeses as they started to form bit by bit, their pungent aroma soon filling the room. “We might very well be able to have our lil Pikachu party tomorrow night, at this rate. Oh, how grand it’ll be to watch the little cheese chewers glut on it. With how fattening it is, they’ll fatten up quickly and the addictive quality will only make them eat faster, turning them into nice, round butterballs, a far better meal for me than voring them so scrawny and small. Oh, it’ll be so wonderful. How can I ever hope to wait?”


A few hours passed as the cheeses were made. Zaron took up the job of packing them away for later use as each was completed. Once the last one was finished, he looked down at his little minion, completely worn out from powering all those machines for so very long. Chuchu stopped powering the machines, though his cheeks still sparked a bit, the hue of his electricity more orange than yellow, a sign that he had practically exhausted nearly all of his power. As he dropped to his butt, panting and onto his back, the sparks soon stopped.

With a smirk, Zaron rubbed the red spots on Chuchu’s cheeks, barely able to feel even a slight tingle of electricity from them. “You used up every last bit of your energy for your master,” he chuckled. “You never fail to delight me.”

Pressing his paws to his little Pika’s cheeks, Zaron then started to build up his own electricity and sent a gentle flow of it through his body, into his arms, and into Chuchu’s cheeks to help revitalize him. He didn’t give him much, just enough to jumpstart him, but such a reward was more than enough to delight his henchie.

“Oh, thank chu, Master,” smiled Chuchu as his cheeks sparked and he gave that big Raichu belly of his a hug.

“You deserve it for being so helpful to me,” answered Zaron as he gently patted his follower’s head. Then looking at a cheese wheel he purposely left unpacked, he picked it up. “Well, now that the cheese is all made, we should give it a test to see if it is as potent as I hope it is. Oh, but where will I find a Pikachu to fatten up with it?”

“Here!” answered Chucu excitedly. “Me! I’ll do it! Feed me!”

“That’s my good, obedient, Chuchu,” smirked Zaron as he sat down and lifted his minion onto his belly. Then plucking a chunk of cheese from the wheel, he pushed it into Chuchu’s awaiting maw. Munching it up, Chuchu quickly ate it and swallowed. Zaron then watched as slowly, but noticeably his body fattened a bit. “Hmm, looks like it’s a success.” He plucked another chunk and fed it to Chuchu once more. Once again, Chuchu put on more weight, his belly swelling and softening while this limbs thickened and even his butt ballooned. “A big success.” Smirking, he dangled the cheese teasingly in front of Chuchu.

“Oh, please, gimme more, master,” he pleaded and drooled as he stared at it yearningly.

“And quickly addictive too,” he added and dropped the cheese down for Chuchu to finish up. With gluttonous glee, he started clawing up pawfuls to stuff his face with, eating without pause and plumping up further with every swallow. His figure continued to round out as his belly widened and dropped over his thighs as they kept inching closer together. A pair of moobs formed on his chest too while his tush started to cover over a bit of his tail. He even started to get a double chin while his cheeks were looking more pinchable and cute than before. “So adorable. My lil Chuchu looks more like a Chubchu now.”

“More, please,” Chuchu begged once the had devoured the entire wheel of cheese and salivated at the thought of more.

“As much as I’d love to fatten up Pikachu to epic proportions, I fear I might forget myself and devour you like any other Pikachu,” replied Zaron, licking his chops at the already temptingly fat Pikachu upon his belly. “There’s a lot of Pikachu in this town and I’m going to devour them all, but it’ll practically impossible to do that on my own.”

“And you will!” cheered Chuchu, his newly gained pudge jiggling as he bounced on Zaron’s belly. “I’ll do all I can to help you.”

“And we’ll begin with that big party that we’re going to throw,” he smirked. “But before that can happen, we’re going to need to invite some guests to the factory. And by us, I mean you since I’m still rather notorious in these parts. Even if I have obtained a new form, I cannot risk letting my presence be known or I’ll be forced to flee once more.”

“Don’t chu worry,” Chuchu told him as he hopped off his master, making his fat bounce as he landed on the floor. “I’ll get you all the Pikachu you could ever want. Just wait here and by tomorrow night you’ll be the happiest Raichu in the world.”

“Just hearing you say that, I already am,” Zaron smiled and watched his cohort waddle off.


“Party!” called out Chuchu as he walked down the streets, waving flyers in the air and ready to hand them out. “Pikachu party! It’s all going down tomorrow night!”

His shouts managed to draw a group of Pokemon, curious to hear more about what he was going on about, particularly a few Pikachu that had been in the area too. “What’s this about a party of Pikachu?” a Buizel asked. “Are other Pokemon not invited or something?”

“Well, Pikachu are the ones we’re mainly inviting,” he explained. “We’re also willing to have Pichu and I guess Raichu come over too.”

“And the rest of us?” questioned a Sneasel. “That sounds pretty discriminative to me.”

“Actually, it makes me think back to that incident when all those Pikachu were devoured,” commented a Riolu. “Some monster Raichu fed them cheese in an old factory and then ate them.”

“Well, that’s not going to happen this time,” lied Chuchu, seeing just how notorious Zaron really was in these parts. He tried to keep his cool, but he was getting more and more suspicious looks at him.

“And where is this party going to be and what are the party activities going to be?” Buizel wondered.

“Well, it’s at this factory that’s being renovated and… um, eat cheese,” he answered, trying to find some way to save it. “It’s the best cheese in the world. I had some already and… look how much… I enjoyed it.”

“You look like a Pigachu,” commented Sneasel as he gave Chuchu’s gut a slap and watched it wobble, causing a few gawkers to giggle.

“Fattened Pikachus and if we’re eating cheese can I assume that’s what the factory produces,” figured Riolu, his eyes narrowing as he gazed upon Chuchu. “Very suspect.”

“Hear that, Pikachu!” called out Buizel. “This just might be another Pikachu trap. “For all we know, that evil Raichu might even be behind this!”

“He’s back? That monstrous glutton?”

“He ate my cousins the last time he was here!”

“Didn’t the mayor order a stone wall be built around the town after he left so he couldn’t return? How could he be back?”

“This is just like all those horror movies. No matter what you do, the monster always finds a way in and all you manage to do is lock yourself in with them.”

The chatter about Zaron’s return only filled the crowd with increasing fear. The Pikachu among them trembled, many hurrying as far away from Chuchu and his party as they could get. It was clear that Zaron’s legacy was going to be trouble to work around for this party, but Chuchu refused to let that stop him. He had to find a way to sway them and with lack of a better idea, he did the one thing that came to mind. Quickly, Chuchu started to force out tears and bawled his eyes out.

“It’s nothing like that, I tell you!” he blubbered as he tried to gain everyone’s sympathy. “I am new to town and I came here to start a cheese company. I had no idea that such a thing had happened here. I only meant it as a friendly way to meet all of you. I just wasn’t sure if anyone else would be into eating lots and lots of cheese, other than other Pikachu.”

“Well, uh, who doesn’t like cheese?” admitted the Buizel a bit uncomfortable as Chuchu clung to his pelt and soaked his chest in sorrow. Petting his head, he attempted to comfort the weeping chu. “If that’s all this really is then there shouldn’t be a reason to not have your party.”

“R-Really?” he sniffled and looked up. “Then it’s okay for the Pikachu to come? And everyone else here too?”

“Uh, sure, we’ll come,” replied Riolu. “We’ll all come over if you’ll have us.”

“You all really, really mean that?” asked Chuchu, the whole lot of them just eating up his Krookodile tears.

“Uh huh. Yeah. Sure we will,” answered all the Pokemon he had gathered around him, plenty of Pikachu included.

“That’ll be great!” he cheered and a big, happy smile spread across his face. He begna to hand out flyers to everyone so they’d have all the info of where the party was being held and when it’d be. “Thank you all so much! It’ll definitely be an unforgettable night, I can promise you all that!”

“We’ll look forward to it,” the Buizel said as he and the others watched Chuchu hurry off with a spring in his step now.

As he turned the corner, he slowed to a stop and wiped his face dry. “That was at least eight Pikachu,” he counted from memory. “That makes… let’s see… twenty-six… no, twenty-seven in total so far. With all the others also coming that should be almost fifty Pokemon in total. That should be enough for Zaron.” As he thought of this, another Pikachu passed by him. “Of course, a few more wouldn’t hurt.” Going after the Pikachu, Chuchu continued to gather more delectable chus for his master.


Night soon came and with it, all the invited Pikachu, as well as any other Pokemon who foolishly got themselves invited, entered into the party. They were unaware of what awaited them as they saw the impressive assortment of cheeses that filled the room and overwhelmed the air with their strong smells.

“Glad you could make it,” greeted Chuchu at the door as he offered each of them a cheese ball upon walking in. Like all the other cheeses, they were super fattening and addictive, but their miniscule size was hardly enough for the former affect to allow any significant change to their bodies. Rather, it was the powerful addictive quality that Zaron and Chuchu were more concerned about as the hunger for the cheeses slowly grew within them and only became more intense once they came to the buffet table and began to partake in it.

“Yes, that’s it,” cackled Zaron as he spied on the party from the security room. He drooled with delight at all the many Pikachu that were already ensnared in his plot. “Keep on eating. Feed your faces and fatten up. Become an even more delicious meal for your master. You know you want to.”

Once Chuchu was certain the last party guest had arrived, he proceeded to close and lock the door to the factory behind him and then took a look around to see how things were progressing. There were a number of Pikachu conversing with one another and the other Pokemon, as well as a few playing some games, either ones Chuchu had brought to help better disguise this as a party, or ones they came up with themselves. But, no matter what they were doing, each Pokemon was happily eating cheese, some munching it absentmindedly while others were eating it like they were on an all dairy diet. But the earliest arrivals had already reached full addiction and found themselves unable to get enough. It was those that Chuchu maneuvered his way over to see first.

“Hey, there, how’s the party going?” he asked patting their guts. Chuchu might have put on a lot of weight from the fattening cheese, earlier, but, left unrestrained, this first group of Pikachu were already way fatter, almost balls of lard as round as the cheese balls they first ate.

“Chu!” they’d constantly smile and rub their chubby cheeks with delight. “This cheese is so yummy. What’s the secret?”

“If I told you that, it wouldn’t be much of a secret,” replied Chuchu as he tested them by waving a piece of cheese, a few inches from their maws, and watched them squirm to get it. When he was convinced that they were completely lost in their own gluttony, he knew they were ready for the next phase.

“How would you care to try some of our super fondue?” he offered them. “It’s even better than the stuff we have out here.”

“Oh, yes! Chu! Please let us try some!” they all pleaded, slaves to their appetite as they forced themselves off their jiggly glutes to waddle after Chuchu as he led them into a room with hoses connected to a colossal vat of warm melted cheese. A large mixer was constantly spinning in it, helping keep it a liquid along with the heating module hidden inside the vat. The scent leaking out of the hoses quickly caught their attention and like the fat piggies they were, they hurried over to grab one and shove it into their maws, attempting to suck up tasty cheese like it was a straw, but to no avail.

“Heheh,” chuckled Chuchu. “Such greedy mice you’ve become. Make sure you feed all that insatiable appetite to our master along with all that wonderful blubber of yours too.”

“Chu!” they nodded, hearts in their eyes as they were unaware that another scent was also in the air, though masked by the cheese. It was Zaron’s own special aroma, brought in through the vents as final touch to ensure there was no escape for the Pikachu.

Taking a big whiff of his master’s manipulative pheromone, Chuchu’s cheeks sparked with delight and he let out a gleeful, “CHU!!!” of his own. Turning the valve on the fondu vat, he allowed the cheese flow freely into the eager maws of the Pikachu. Greedily, they gulped down the golden liquid as fast as they could glut it, making their cheeks bulge and give their faces a chubbier appearance than they already were.

“Heheh, cheese-filled Pikas,” cackled Zaron as he watched with ever growing eagerness. “My favorite treat!”

He eyed the no longer little, electric mice as they ate. Their bellies bulged wider and rounder by the second as folds and love handles also appeared from their overbearing bulk. On their chests, a plush pair of moobs hung as an extra testament to their new morbidly obese bodies. Their rears continued to swell larger, swallowing their tails till the brown tip at the end were the only thing that was still visible. Their hands and feet quickly sank into their blobby limbs, not that they were able to even lift the heavy appendages weighed down by so much lard.

“And that should be enough,” figured Chuchu once they finished enough to end up immobile balls of pudge. He turned off the flow of fondu, much to their disappointment when they would have been content to gulp it down forever.

Then with some wires, he climbed their bulk and taped them to the electric pouches on their cheeks. “Since running this place isn’t cheap,” he instructed the Pikachu. “We’d be very grateful if you’d help juice up our battery. We can’t have the local power company wondering why an abandoned cheese factory is suddenly drawing power for no reason and I’m sadly not strong enough to be master’s battery twenty-four seven. So, give it your best Thunderbolt, please.”

Nodding, making their lard wobble, the Pikachu focused on the electricity stored in their bodies, causing their cheeks to spark. Then with a mighty, “Pika chu!!!” they unleashed all the power they could muster, their electricity flowing through the wires and into a large power bank that was also actively powering the entire factory, filled with a mix of Zaron and Chuchu’s electricity from earlier.

After a few minutes of discharging their voltage and their energy soon dropped to the point they couldn’t even muster a miniscule spark, Chuchu removed the wires and began strapping bungee cables to the first Pikachu’s body, making certain they were all securely wrapped up before connecting the cables to a hook.

“So full, so tired,” yawned the Pikachu, completely unaware of what was going on around them anymore.

“Relax,” cooed Chuchu as he activated the pulleys the hooks were connected to and lifted the blubberball up to the second floor of the factory, bringing him right to the location of the security office and all Pikachus’ final destination, Zaron.

“What do we have here now?” grinned the villainous Raichu as the first Pikachu arrived. He plucked him from the hook and removed the bungee cables before sending them back down to Chuchu so he could send the next one up. With the first obese Pikachu in his mitts, he couldn’t help but grin ear to ear. “This can’t be a Pikachu,” he cackled. “So round! So fat! A darn cute ball of lard! Pikachub is more like it with how much of a butterball you are!”

Groping and rubbing the Pikachu’s body all over, he managed a few blissfully cute “Chu!” cries out of him. The context of the situation was a blur to helpless chu as he only seemed fully aware of the rubs he was receiving. “Truly, this is a dream come true,” Zaron teared up as he maneuvered his tail towards the Pikachub and watched as it opened up big enough to fit the massive mouse into the tip and suck him up. He continued to observe the big bulge in his tail as it pumped the electric mouse all the way to the base of his tail till finally the it vanished into the pouch within his body where the Pikachub would be kept till he was ready to eat it, along with all the other Pikachu already fattened as well as the ones still in the first party room.

“I just stuffed a three hundred pound Pikachu into my tail pouch,” smiled Zaron with the greatest of bliss-filled smiles on his face. “Truly, life cannot get any better than this.”

“Here’s the next one,” Chuchu informed Zaron as the next huge blob of a Pikachu was brought up to be given the same fate as the first.”

“Then again,” he smirked as he picked this next one up and gave it a lick on his fat face to sample its unique cheesy, mouse flavor. “Life is just getting better all the time.”


After all those fattened Pikachu were safely stashed away within Zaron, Chuchu returned to the party to see how the others were doing and to his delight, the remaining party guests had been blissfully binging on the cheeses the entire time he was away. They all looking wonderfully plump, most almost ready to be brought in for the fondu, including the non-Pikachu guests.

“So, how is everyone doing?” asked Chuchu as he gave them bellyrubs and gropes to see how plump the Pokes were so far on their path to becoming more wonderful blubber on his master. “Is the food to your liking?”

“Yeah it is,” nodded the Riolu from earlier, already a big, blue ball of blubber from all the cheese he had consumed.

“I had my doubts about you, but you’re alright,” smiled the stuffed gutted Buizel as he rubbed his belly overloaded with brie and cheddar cheeses.

“Yeah,” nodded the now multi chinned Sneasel. “I can’t wait for your next party.”

“I can’t either,” smirked Chuchu as he found his own devious delight from playing around with the blissfully unaware fatties. “And the next one will probably be very soon.”

SMASH!!!

Chuchu jumped in fright as the sound of a plate shattering on the floor startled him. Looking over to where it came from, he spotted a Pikachu sneaking out from under the table. Unlike the others, he was still at his regular body weight and he didn’t appear to be addicted to the cheese. Seeing Chuchu spot him, he quickly ran for the door to try and attempt to escape.

“No you don’t!” cried Chuchu, belly flopping on the Pikachu just as he attempted to open the door, only to find it was locked. “My master would never forgive me if I let any of you tasty morsels get away.”

“Help me!” the Pikachu cried to the other party guests, but they all remained in their blissful state, eating and getting fatter. “Someone help!”

“Sorry, but all they can do now is feed,” explained Chuchu. “Themselves and my master.”

“Your master?” he gulped. “You mean, Zaron, right? H-He’s back?”

“Bigger and better than ever too,” he added. “I’m sure he’d love to eat you.”

“Don’t you mean meet-”

“I know what I said,” he smirked and carried him up to his master, but stopped to speak to the rest of his party guests for a second. “I’ll be back to bring the next group to the fondu room, in just a moment. They all cheered, so painfully oblivious even with what just transpired right in front of them.

Taking the stairs up to the second floor, Chuchu brought the Pikachu to Zaron who was already very well aware of what had happened, from the security cameras. “Seems one Pikachu didn’t partake in the cheeses like all our other guests,” he commented, not looking the least bit disappointed since no real harm was done to his plans.

“I, uh, had a big dinner,” he admitted.

“Then I guess I’ll just settle for eating you as is,” decided Zaron as he picked the Pikachu up, his lighter weight compared to the Pikachubs made him feel as weightless as a feather. Opening his maw to gulp him down, Zaron stopped when he noticed the color of his fur was slightly more orange than a regular Pikachu. “Oho, are you a shiny Pikachu?”

“Y-Yes,” he nodded. “Uh, does that make you wanna eat me any less?”

“Not really,” he chuckled. “Just curious. You’ll just have a special place in my flab. Maybe in my moob over my heart.”

“Please!” he cried. “Spare my life. You spared that Pikachu over there! What’s one more Pikachu when you probably plan to take over this whole town.”

“Say what?” questioned Zaron, the idea admittedly never occurred to him. “Placing the Pikachu on his gut he leaned his head closer to him. “What do you mean, I could take over the town?”

“W-Well, isn’t that what you want to do?” he whimpered. “You certainly seem the type to want to take over. I mean, you want to be able to eat all the Pikachu here, after all. Wouldn’t it be more efficient to have the whole town under your colossal butt than just simply luring Pikachu in with parties, a few at a time.”

“Intriguing,” admitted Zaron. “What do you think, Chuchu?”

“Any way that could give you more chub is a great idea in my book,” he nodded. “But how are we even supposed to do that?”

“I’d assume you’d use your minions to take over,” he stated.

“The only one I have is Chuchu,” admitted Zaron as he pondered this. “But I suppose I am long overdue to recruit more. After all, Chuchu has proven his worth and helped me out a lot. Now might be the time to take it to the next level.” Smirking as he eyed the little Pikachu, his hose tail started to slither closer to him, like it was stalking prey. “Tell me, little one, what is your name?”

“It’s Joule,” he answered. “Uh, does this mean you won’t eat me?”

“No,” Zaron shook his head. “I am certain you could be of use to me.”

“I could?” he asked before the pouch on the tip of Zaron’s tail affixed itself to his muzzle. Desperately, he tried to pull it off, but it was no use. It clung to him tightly and started to emit the special scent from it into his nose and mouth.

“Chu!” cried Joule as he struggled to get Zaron’s tail off of him. The scent making his head feel funny the more he was forced to inhale it. Slowly he could feel his conciousness slip away along with his strength till, finally, his body went limp and he collapsed upon Zaron’s gut.

“Did you do it?” wondered Chuchu as he climbed up his master’s belly to get a better look. “Uh, he’s not moving. Maybe you’re giving him too much.”

“I just wanna make sure he’s been exposed to enough,” explained Zaron. “He’ll only be the second minion I’ve created and I don’t know precisely how this works.” After another minute, he removed his tailpouch from the unconscious Pikachu and pressed his paws to his cheek. “Now a little jumpstart.” Zaron’s cheeks sparked as he zapped Joule for a couple seconds and then watched and waited with Chuchu.

“Ugh,” he groaned as he awoke and sat up.

“Did it work? wondered Chuchu as he moved in closer.

Opening his eyes, they could see they had changed to a pink hue just as Chuchu’s eyes had turned when he became a loyal follower of Zaron. “Master,” he smiled, all his previous worries from before vanished.

“I looks like it did,” smirked Zaron as he petted Joule on the head and gave some to Chuchu as well so he wouldn’t feel left out.

“Chu!” they cried with delight, their cheeks sparking to show how much they enjoyed their master’s affection.

“Good chus,” Zaron told them. “Now, Joule, I’m sure you’ll be a big help recruiting an army of minions I’ll need to take over this town. Tell me, do you know a lot of Raichu that live here?”

“Uh huh,” he nodded. “Tons!”

“Then we’ll be recruiting them soon, but for now, how about feeding me the rest of the Pikachubs?” he instructed them.

“Right away,” nodded Chuchu as he took his new friend by the paw. “Come on, lil bro. Let’s get to it.”

“Right,” he nodded as they hurried off. “But, uh, lil bro?”

“I always wanted one he,” he explained.

“Uh, ok, but how do we know I’m not the older one?” Joule pointed out.

“We’ll go back who was reborn thanks to Zaron and that makes me first,” stated Chuchu.

“Whatever you say,” sighed Joule as they went to bring more chubby Pikachu to be fed fondu before bringing them up to be more snacks for their master.