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It was a weird feeling, waking up a little after two in the afternoon. Especially when I went to bed around eight AM. I've gotten by on less than six hours of sleep in my life though. All I knew was I had to be ready for the first day of my new job, night security at Afton's FazFest.
I didn't think much of the place at first, it basically just rented out party supplies on top of being a Chuck E Cheese knock-off. Although I will admit that when I looked into it, I found that a good number of the supplies, at least the ones that weren't the basics, were pretty extravagant. I'm talking arcade machines, personal cooks, and even "live" entertainment in the form of honest-to-god robots, though they were branded as animatronics. After learning that, I was pretty excited. I'd probably get to meet some interesting people and see some interesting things at least. Then I found out that the security job wasn't for any of the parties, it was just a night job. I had to sigh at that but I needed to make the rent so I kept my complaints to a minimum.
I had read the employee manual backwards and forwards a couple of times in the week leading up to my first night. Some things didn't seem right, though. For whatever reason, the robots just wandered through the halls of the building at night. The book said this was "Keeping the joints clean" or something to that effect. They played arcade machines to test reflexes as well.
I was reflecting on the "how" of that as I drove in after dark. My purple "Security" shirt and hat were at least comfortable, not so much for the black "Tactical" pants I was forced to wear. They rode up the ass something fierce. My ex probably would have liked them, though. I pulled in, parked, and started for the front door. Rather than the sort of thing you might expect, a host at a podium, these people actually had a receptionist. Makes sense if someone is trying to lodge a formal complaint or something, I think.
I waved at the blonde lady working the desk idly, Vanesa, I think the plate said, and marched into the back. Around halfway to the part of the building with my office, I realized I'd left something in my car but I was cutting it close as was so I didn't bother turning around and figured if I had to, I could leave to grab whatever it was, having honestly forgotten at the time. Behind the receptionist's desk was a rather large dining room with a healthy number of arcade machines lining the walls. I pondered playing any of them on my way out as I passed Joust, but I decided to just see how an at least eight-hour shift would work out for me when I was already kinda beat. I'd plan from there. Beyond the rectangular room was a hallway dividing four smaller rooms. Each had its own little symbols and titles above in little yellow signs with orange writing and iconography. For example, the second one on the right from the dining room said "Circus" and had a slightly abstract big-top tent on it.
None of these were my post though, so I just pressed on, ignoring what I saw of the colorful and strange characters inside who, for all the world, I thought I saw sitting at tables and just sort of looking at me. To be fair, in the uniform I was in, I'd stick out like a sore thumb on a hand made of sore thumbs, so I couldn't even blame them.
After what must have been about three minutes of walking, I'd finally reached the back of the building and found my office. It was smallish. Big enough to accommodate a few people but more than, I'd say six, and you'd be packed in like sardines. The doors to it were large, looking more like industrial equipment than, well... Doors. I noticed that they closed like something out of Star Trek though, coming down from the ceiling and locking into the floor, and to their sides were windows into the halls.
The office was a grayish blue above the pattern of the wallpaper which took up roughly the lower half of it. This contrasted with the yellow of the main halls. When I finally sat down, relieving the two-to-ten guy, 'Fritz' according to his nametag, I took stock of my desk. A computer with camera feeds, a phone, some decorative paperweights, and a clipboard, though it had no paper. Fritz said to just ignore the thing as it was more of a morning shift affair, so I did, stashing it under a plastic toy of a cupcake monster thing on the shelf overhead.
I took the first couple of hours to familiarize myself with the computer and how it functioned, the only program I was technically "Allowed" to use was the one that let me take a general view of the cameras or views from specific ones. I had already noticed the robots walking about, but it was only the rabbits from the "House band" rooms.
Rabbit the first, the one named Bonnie according to my file, had a purple coloration. The other one was blue with a white belly and cheeks, Betty I think her name was. Also worth noting about these two, and most of them, was that they were in the shape of absolutely stacked women. Large-ish breasts, good hips, and for whatever reason, while the place was closed, they liked to wander around without their "costumes" which, as the booklet informed me, were technically actual clothes. I'd be lying if I said I didn't find them pretty hot. It had been a while since my last girlfriend, or boyfriend for that matter, so I would appreciate a lack of judgment.
Just sitting there watching them stand and gawk at each other or play the arcades was a strange feeling. I felt like I was watching artsy porn, honestly. But alas, as the security guard, I couldn't touch them unless I paid for their more "Adult" entertainment services on my own time. Maybe after the first couple of honestly outstanding paychecks, I'd be able to afford it.
I turned my attention away from Bonnie as her breasts occasionally bounced from how quickly she was hammering buttons in some kind of fighting game and tried looking for Betty again. She wasn't on any of the cameras, which I didn't quite mind, there were only ten of the things and it was a pretty big building. It did prompt me to look away from the screen and at the doors, though. I saw her just standing at the door to the left, about two seconds from entering. I slammed on the little red button labeled "Door" quicker than I'd done a lot of things in just that day.
See, I was warned about something in the manual. If they just stood there for a moment and didn't announce or introduce themselves, it would be smart to close the door as it was a sign they had encountered some sort of glitch that may make them go berserk for a moment. This is why the doors were so heavy and only openable from one side. This was only a problem at night, however, as during the day, they were busy constantly talking to people, but being the only human here meant they may not know what to do or assume I'm an intruder. It was just safer to have something heavy between us.
I returned my gaze to the monitor before realizing two more had started wandering around. The Chickens from the house band rooms. One, Chelsey from the secondary house band's room, continued the trend of being slender and shaped like an hourglass. The other, Chica, from the main band's room, was pudgier. Not exactly fat but definitely heavier set than the others. Still, she was designed in a way that just made it work. Both had a bright yellow coloration and orange beaks but Chelsey liked to take hers off for some reason. It was an idle habit I observed as she waited for "Balloon World" to stop the death animation and let her try again.
I heard a voice come from the right door. A woman's voice. "Hey." I turned with a start and was met by another one of the robots I hadn't seen leave her room. The admittedly lovely Felicia Fazbear. Whatever they had synthesizing the voice made her sound like a black woman, which made sense as she had a brownish color to her skin, excluding a light patch like on Betty for her gut and some of her chest, and side swept bangs on top of her head that brought to mind a black girl with straightened hair. At least it did in my opinion. She also had a pair of smallish bear-like ears up top and a kind of muzzle to her face. It wasn't a whole snout, mind, but her mouth and roughly where she should have had a nose, were she human, were a little further forward. She had a small black... I don't even know, a bear nose-shaped button maybe, where the nose would be.
"You the new guy?" she asked, leaning against the inside of the door frame. Her legs and arms were crossed but she was still buck naked, so while I couldn't quite see her most intimate parts, her breasts were still on full display, I struggled not to just stare at them for a moment before finally stammering a half-coherent response.
"Y-yeah," I said. "First night," I admitted, unable to accept that I was having a conversation with a naked robot.
"Well then, welcome to the crew." She said maintaining a relatively neutral expression.
"Uh... Th-thanks." I sorta croaked with a yawn.
"So. Why this place?" She asked, taking a step forward into the office.
"They were the only ones who called back." I half-joked. The only other offer would have required I get training I just didn't have the money for.
She chuckled at that, stepping closer and closer. Her legs were still somewhat awkwardly close together, even when she was so close that she was in arm's reach. I didn't know what her plan was, getting that close. At least not until she started watching the monitors. She had leaned over, one hand on the desk, one on the back of my chair, and her breasts in my face. I admit it took willpower to return my gaze to the monitors. Cathy dumped me close to a year ago and this was a little much all at once but the memories of what I'd read in the manual assured me it was normal.
See, they'd been built for a few things. Entertaining kids, teens, and adults with a number of varied functions. Be it juggling, magic tricks, or just playing music. But while building them, they had the bright idea of sticking more "adult" functions into them as a means of expanding their potential client base. And I'll be damned if they didn't do a good job making them look good while they were at it.
"So..." I started awkwardly, letting her stand just to the side of me. "Do you... like what you do?" I asked, admittedly somewhat stupidly. She was a robot, I had to assume on some level she was programmed to.
"Could be better," she grumbled the surprisingly human response.
"Uh... How's that?" I struggled not to turn to her. It would have been polite but her breasts would have been all but in my face again.
She mulled an answer over for a few seconds before I heard her shift on her feet. I stopped feeling her leaning on the chair which let me know she was standing. "Honestly? Time with a cute little thing like you." She said flirtatiously. I froze up, not really knowing how to respond. I looked up at her in slight shock. She was leaning against the desk while looking at me, the top pressing slightly into her thigh which let me know it was indeed as soft as it looked.
"I... I uh... Uh..." I kept trying for something that sounded like what a human might say but nothing understandable came out. She eventually stopped me from making a bigger fool of myself by stepping closer and leaning down again, this time though, she pulled my head forward, letting me get a whiff of some kind of perfume she was wearing. It was a sweet smell, somewhere between lilac and strawberry. This only made the blood rush to my cheeks and... somewhere else, a lot quicker. I was dead silent though, both because I was embarrassed and because my mouth was right up against her skin. It was soft and smooth, almost feeling perfectly like actual human skin which just mystified me.
"Like what you smell?" She asked somewhat sarcastically. "Like what you feel?" She continued, rubbing herself into my face more intently. I managed a hum of approval and a shaky nod before pondering my next move fairly seriously as she pulled away.
"Look. I... I was told I couldn't--" She interrupted my explanation.
"You think Afton really cares?" She asked, referencing the guy who owned the place. "We got ways to clean ourselves out. Long as I remember to do that, he doesn't mind in the slightest." She explained before dropping to her knees at an uncomfortably slow speed. I didn't try to stop her for a number of reasons. Had I known then what I do now, I definitely would have at least tried, but she saw what she wanted and she was an absolute bombshell, all things considered. It was like something out of a bad porno but after a long dry spell, I wasn't even thinking of that.
She undid the front button of my pants delicately and then slowly unzipped them, the bulge slowly revealing itself the whole way. The only thing between her and my manhood was some fabric less than a centimeter deep. Of course, she moved that out of the way pretty quickly, revealing that I was at more-or-less full mast already. What can I say? Dry spells give me a hair trigger.
She let out a short "Oooo~" before pulling my pants further down around my ankles and laughing at a more personal wardrobe choice as it made itself apparent. "Thigh-highs?", she looked up inquisitively from the black and white striped cotton around my legs and then back down at the blue diamond pattern of my undergarments when silence and even redder cheeks made it clear I had no explanation. I gulped awkwardly as she slipped her hand under my boxers and helped free my balls from their home too. "Not too bad." She cooed. She was right. I wasn't overly endowed either way, I didn't think so at least, but they were a little bigger around than average and I had what, a half inch on most guys?
"Th-thanks?" I said, taking the compliment.
"Here's the problem though, hun. Mine's bigger." her face shifted from a lusty smile to something devious, honestly, I'd say sadistic. I just stared at her, confused and thinking she meant some kind of toy she was used to. That was until she stood up. She finally uncrossed her legs and let me get a good look at it. The thing was probably longer than the distance from my elbow to the very tip of my middle finger. "See what I mean?" she asked, swaying her hips and letting it flop slightly from side to side.
I started yammering again before slowly looking back at the monitors. About then I realized a few of them vanished into a supply closet in the Circus showroom. "What the--" I was distracted by a very sudden step forward. The thing between Felicia's legs was getting harder and standing more upright by the second. I scooted back in the chair and she started to walk slowly forward.
"Don't be shy, sugar. It won't bite," She teased as it reached half mast and I bumped into the wall. My head hit the button that shut Betty out in the first place, letting the door whiz open. I was very suddenly grabbed by the throat. Someone else was waiting. A very similar robot to Felicia, her "Twin Sister." Honey Fazbear. She was also hung like a horse. Like an actual horse with the length corresponding to her body's appropriately honey-like color. I remember reading about certain things in the manual as I eyed the tool, namely experimental dildos that felt as real as any other part of these robots could. "She might, though." Felica finished her thought as she took two steps closer.
"What the hell is going on here!?" I demanded before reaching for my company-approved taser in the event of break-ins or a defective robot... I found nothing and realized in that split second what I'd left in my car.
"We needed a product tester." Felicia grabbed the base of her cock and gently started jerking it to help stoke it to full size. I struggled impotently against Honey's grip until she grabbed one of my shoulders and threw me to the floor. I landed on my side and quickly started for the opposite door but was outsped to it by her sister, partly due to my dignity being around my ankles, limiting my crawl speed. She pressed the button, closing it.
I looked up at them both, admittedly the most scared and nervous I've ever been. "P-please. I-I've never done anything..." I started to think of reasons for them not to make me a plaything as Felicia stood at full attention and Honey's kept growing. I wasn't an expert on human anatomy, I admit, but how they'd do anything other than kill me in the process, I have no idea. "I've never even stolen a candy bar." I hated to admit what a pansy I was but I almost felt like it would convince them not to do it. Like maybe someone else would be more worth what was about to befall me.
"Well, sugar... You work for Afton. That's bad enough." Felicia's eyes turned all black, save for little white pips that took the place of her pupils between blinks. When they were back to normal, I wasn't any more relieved. I tried scrambling to my feet but only got to my knees before I had Felica's hands on my shoulders. I kept struggling against her, apparently not learning my lesson from Honey. This time, though, I tried punching and headbutting her thighs, even getting her in the balls at one point before I found my arms were being held at my side. Honey was literally bear-hugging me in a form of restraint. Her massive pecker against my back just made me wiggle more. Felica barely flinched at any of it, as if she just couldn't feel the pain.
"Are you done yet?" Felica asked as she brought her cock down on my face. It was about as thick around as a gashapon capsule in the dead middle and her balls were both close to the size of oranges. "Because if you keep it up, you really aren't gonna like what we'll have to do," she threatened.
"You don't have to do any of this!" I snapped before she flopped her member against my face again, though this time she used her hand. I felt Honey grab the back of my head and force my mouth against her sister's testes.
"That's where you're wrong," Her eyes went black with a blink again. "We have to do a lot." She said with a sinister, distorted tone of voice. "Now, get cleaning before I get mad." She demanded. Being restrained as easily as I was, I complied, letting my mouth open slowly and dragging my tongue at a hesitant, languid pace across the left side of her sack. I worked around both of them, taking in the oddly real taste for close to two minutes before being told to move up and start on the head.
I shuddered at the thought when Honey took hold of my rod in her left hand, gently pumping it as she played with my balls in her right. I was almost hypnotized at the human feel of her hands. And then I heard her whisper the first thing she'd said since I started. "See how we treat good toys?" she rasped in a voice that in no way matched her body.
Felica lined her babymaker up with my mouth which I'd closed for only a moment, trying to fight a moan at the feeling of her sister playing with me, her hands gently stimulating until she finally got a short "Ahh~" out of me. And like that, the very tip was in my mouth. It was already a little much given how out of practice I was. Slowly, though, she started easing it down my gullet. She ignored me gagging and while I considered trying to bite it, I'd remembered nothing else I'd tried worked so figured it would be pointless. I got close to halfway before I just couldn't take any more. My throat was as full as it was getting for the time being... Or so I thought.
There was a short pause in her pressing on just to adjust her leg placement. I knew what was coming next and managed a muffled "Mmm-- Mmm--!" Before she pulled most of the way out and rocketed down my throat in a single go which made me choke out even louder than my vain protests. I froze when it was done. It was that kind of freeze some people do after being hit really damn hard. I felt tears roll down my cheeks. I admit it hurt like hell but, by some miracle, it didn't feel like any real damage had been done.
She started to move back out slowly, letting me savor the taste as she looked at me somewhat praisingly. "Not bad." She said when my ability to process what was around me started coming back. I started moving my tongue back and forth and attempted to suck it to some extent. It was just too big for me to get a good seal around it with my mouth, though. I felt Honey stop playing with me as she started unbuttoning my shirt. She still had her arms and hands fairly tightly against mine as she easily undid the garment, her elbows keeping me from moving anything below mine.
I kept choking as Felicia started to more-or-less hump my face. She was surprisingly gentle, that big thrust was just to straighten my throat out, I imagined. I did my best to bring an end to what was going on quickly, making some noise to add to the stimulation my throat was giving her.
Even with my compliance and Honey's rewards in the form of gentle physical touches and almost massage-like caresses, I felt so dirty. These things clearly had the strength to kill me but for the moment, at least, were just content to violate me. What did Afton do to them that had them this angry? Before I could really continue the train of thought, Felica pulled out and let me breathe. I huffed and coughed and wheezed as I leaned off to one side, thinking I was about to throw up, though nothing came out, much to my amazement. "That's enough lube." She said, greedily.
I was confused for a moment until Honey, still with me in the awkward hug restraint, stood up, taking me with her. She adjusted her stance until she simply had me by the wrists, Felica, meanwhile, got a grip of my still-covered ankles just as my pants fell. They both had a firm grip on me, even as I started fighting back again. "What are you doing!?" I demanded as the Fazbear sisters took me back to the office chair. I noticed the other door was closed again. Probably Honey's doing after she threw me. I also noticed in the dark of the hall that I had an audience. About three on either side, their eyes glowing faintly but the finer details being lost in my panic.
"Did you know it reclines?" Felica asked as she draped my legs over the back and brought it down. Honey put my head on the seat and let me get a look at her breeding stick as she loomed over me like an executioner. It wasn't long after that I felt Felica rip my pants off. I don't mean she took them the rest of the way off like a normal person, I mean she tore them to shreds. My shoes were removed as I tried kicking her. She left my socks on though. Admiring the stripes again as she slapped her meat down on the back of the chair and my gut as a result. My attention was officially off her sister as the weighty piece lay there, the warmth against my gut palpable.
"Try anything else, ANYTHING else, and you REALLY won't like what happens next," She promised as she leaned forward over me, her now slick, wet cock moving up against my pelvic region and flat stomach until it damn near reached my chest. She planted a kiss on my cheek that felt, insane as it sounds, familiar. She planted a few more down my neck before pulling away and lining herself up. Honey, as if to remind me she was there, brought the head of her member to my lips. I was certain it was bigger both length and girth-wise.
"Ready?" Felica asked. Her sister nodded, and both started pressing in. Honey's head, flared and engorged as it was, was definitely a challenge to get in, but I think that's what she liked. Perhaps fittingly, the thing actually tasted like honey. Fresh from a bottle or jar. Not sure who came up with that or how they pulled it off, but it at least gave me something to think about as her sister slowly snaked through my ass.
From the position I was in, being skewered, I could see the camera feeds on the computer monitor. The rest of them had also shifted behavior. They were all in the process of making out, groping one another, and I saw two of them, two from the group I'd seen enter the store room, sitting on tables in one party room holding one another close like lovers. Including their fat cocks which they were gently rubbing together. The only exceptions I noticed were two. The bunnies. And they were both looking at the cameras closest to the doors of the office, holding their own impalers.
I think the sisters felt me tense up as they both reached about halfway, as I heard Felica let out a soft murmur of pleasure and Honey just kind of froze before starting to rub my throat. I started letting out gagging noises that I had no control over, despite how much easier her length was getting to handle.
After a bit, I more or less felt them pass one another inside me, their dicks reaching one another in relative location. They had to have felt each other, surely, but the scary part was neither had bottomed out yet. Honey was only about half in and Felicia was probably about five-eighths. My body started sending signals all over, as if I had to keep trying to get away. All I could do to ignore them was remember quite simply that if I tried, they likely weren't going to be this gentle much longer. Either way, I thought I was a dead man. There was just no recovering from their size. I was amazed nothing had ruptured at the point I was at, let alone when they finally bottomed out at about the same time, making my stomach bulge considerably.
"Good boy." Felica praised, exhaling before starting to pull out as I squeezed the arms of the office chair for all I was worth, the pain being beyond description. I made more gag-like noises as Honey pulled her sweet-tasting defiler from my mouth at a speed that could, itself, be considered painful.
The feeling of them only half-leaving before going back in knocked the wind out of my sails, I admit, as it was a sign that they wouldn't be giving me a chance to move away. Even as they started speeding up, pulling out slightly further with every thrust, their fat things just easing in and out, they made sure it was enough that me getting loose wasn't likely to happen.
"That's right," the stage star praised as she reached a medium speed. "Take mommy's meat a good little bitch," She cooed with a gentle-ish slap on my ass. It made me jump and let out a muffled "Mmf!" Which Honey seemed to enjoy, being as she froze mid-pull-out. I couldn't quite see around her dick but one of her hands left the back of my head and I heard her joints whir as if she were moving. Suddenly, I felt another slap on my rump. I let out the predictable response and like that, the swats became part of the rhythm of what they were doing to me.
It was about the point that they were in and out in the span of four seconds that I realized something both horrible and relieving. This wasn't going to kill me. Nothing was ripping or breaking, the pain, despite its immensity wasn't going to end but it wasn't going to end me. I'm not a hundred percent sure why that became clear to me then, it just did. And it became clearer and clearer with every tiny boost in speed.
By the time they were ramming full force into either side of me, I felt like my guts should have just started jellifying at the force, but as I said, they just wouldn't. It was like magic. A curse, more like, as this would probably never leave my brain. I stopped being able to feel my legs pretty quickly, but I felt every inch of both of them as they glided past each other inside of me. I tried sucking and flexing my tongue more and more as I grew accustomed or at least tolerant of the feeling but moving my hips in any way was out of the question as I just didn't have the ability to focus on it and Felica's speed was already plenty.
The longer this went on, the more I felt my own body starting to respond to it. Ignoring the less voluntary but very visually obvious reaction, my cheeks felt flushed, my torso muscles started to relax. I started thinking a lot of it was just sheer exhaustion but at the same time, I wasn't anywhere near passing out. When that occurred I was thankful, but we'll get there.
It was a spell before I felt them slow somewhat. Why? I had no clue until I started feeling them both discharge. Being as Honey was in my already-stretched stomach most of it pumped directly in, my stomach swelled from the immediate pressure, and I felt it start flowing out of me by the second "spurt," which felt more like a blast from a steaming-hot diet Coka-cola that had Mentos put in it.
Felica's cum was about the same, thick, hot, and plentiful. She was definitely adding to the bulge in my gut. Even as my legs wriggled and I tried to pull off, she just held me there, cumming and cumming. I lost track of time and was just hoping it would end sooner and sooner with each passing second before they both pulled out so damn quickly it felt like I was going to turn inside out.
Their last bursts of baby batter splattered on both me and themselves, sister leaving streaks of cum on sister and the last, admittedly plentiful dribbles getting on my chest, gut, and face. More of it was already pouring out of my abused ass and mouth, pooling on the floor as I lay there, feeling like I'd been torn apart from the inside.
They left out both sides of the room, leaving the doors open. As Felicia hummed, swinging her hips as she walked out. "Knock 'em dead~" I heard her chirp happily at someone else. I lay there, slowly trying to pick myself up to lock them again. Not much came of it because, by the time I'd sat up, two more were in the room with me. The chickens, Chica and Chelsey. They both had large asses and breasts but to be honest I was still horrified at their third legs, which they both walked in showing off at full, frightful mast. Luckily I didn't have to deal with that then. I passed out from exhaustion and pain. The last thing I felt was my back hitting the seat of the chair.