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You wondered why you couldn’t see any stars in the sky that night as you packed it all in for your first shift as a night guard. The uniform clung to your form and it made you wonder if maybe you should’ve asked for a size up. Specifically the pants stuck to the curvature of your sizable ass and you couldn’t resist the chance to check yourself out before work. The sensible tie rested between your smaller chest, but the tightness of the shirt when fully buttoned did make you wish you wore a bra.
As you lean against the surprisingly comfortable desk chair and stare out the window to the rest of the pizza place, you wait for the directions to sound off. Finally, the pre-recorded message Mr. Ursa told you about comes through,
“Uh, hello? Hello, hello? Welcome to your first shift at Freddy’s Hyper-Realistic Interactive Experience!
Name still pending
”
His voice trails off a bit, but you don’t recognize it. It’s not the guy who interviewed you, at least.
“As you probably know, Freddy’s has gotten a bad reputation since those true crime documentaries changed our image from ‘kid friendly totally not a Chuck-e-Cheese rip-off’ to ‘I took my daughter here and I haven’t heard from her since, also the animatronics smell weird’.”
You hear some chuckles behind the phone from other people, the other two seem to be having fun because the next lines the phone guy says are stifling laughter.
“Despite those things being… Probably not true, we decided to just embrace the image and broaden our brand to be a mixture of child-friendly fun and also scary shit! Doesn’t make sense, right? Well, we’re just the guards. Anyways, all you gotta do right now is keep track of the one animatronic we were able to legally acquire that wasn’t linked to any kinds of totally alleged murders. You just need to, like, play an audio cue…”
That seems to be where it ends, or at least where your attention span ended. You glance around at all the weird Freddy’s paraphernalia around the office, boop the nose of one of them, and try to relax despite the eerie atmosphere. That’s until you hear,
“Dude… I heard this new night guard is hot!”
“Yea, I heard she’s a slut though, apparently got the job by giving the boss head,”
“C’mon, there’s no damn way that happened, who’d swallow cock for a job this dangerous??”
Though their voices were quiet, you could totally hear that they forgot to turn the phone recording off. Well their job sounds a lot more fun than yours… They’re also not exactly wrong. You cringe looking back on the interview in your head.
At first it was going pretty poorly, you kept rambling about unrelated things in your life and a breakup you just had. It’d be easy to blame it on the edible you had last night or something, but frankly you’re just a weirdo sometimes. It didn’t help that Mr. Ursa was this burly serious looking guy with intense facial hair. He gave you the same nonplussed look the entire time. Even you, the hot mess that you are, could realize things were getting out of your control, so you took his hand and said, “I’m gonna be honest, I just really need to get more money and get my degree. Can’t you do this for me?”
One thing led to another and you were nose-deep in his coily graying pubic hair while taking about three loads of his sticky spunk under the desk. He wasn’t the best at cleaning, and three times is ridiculous, you did still end up having fun. Another interview ended up taking place while you were down there and it was kinda funny hearing him struggle through a conversation with some other nervous loser while you choked on his meat.
Drool pooled at your mouth as they realized they forgot to end the call. Yea… You are kind of a slut. That skill unfortunately didn’t help you with keeping track of all the different cameras, audio cues, and systems to maintain. You finally spotted the animatronic in question on one of the cams, and he was quite the sight. A massive, perpetually grinning, yellow bunny. How something like that would have originally been marketed towards kids was beyond you. You weren’t sure if it was because you were already a bit turned on, but you did find his beefy chest and large arms to be a…Unique design choice. As you pondered this, the camera flashed and he vanished off of it. Right…
This
is your job.
You scrambled to keep track of the lures and the vents, but it got overwhelming pretty quickly and that weird buff yellow bunny made his way into your office with a snarl. More animal than man, he raced up to you with a wide stomp and the height difference was obvious. You weren’t short for a girl, but this beast still hulked over you. His arms were twice the size as yours, and you noticed all the more as their metallic edges pulled you upwards. The cushioning from the old plush exterior hardly helped from the sharp impressions, but you could barely focus on that as he raised you towards his face. As you got closer, you caught a whiff of the musk that imitated off this hulking machine. Confusing, how what appeared to be just an animatronic had a smell. A mixture of metal, sweat, and blood, it somehow turned you on. Your nipples began to press against your thin button up as he screeched a metallic cry in your face, and you could feel your tiny dick start to drool. Hesitation overcame the machine for but a second before he threw you to the floor and pressed his paw into your face.
At first you expected to die right there, curb stomped into the ground. Instead, he pressed the foot with enough force to make it clear you weren’t safe, but not enough to kill you. It smelled, of course. Like the ground, like metal, and like sweat. And while you tried to turn your head away he started to rub his paw into your face more. You realized what this was, humiliation. You failed the task and now, instead of just killing you, he was gonna make you his plaything. Your eyes gazed between his stiff toes to see his rigid-grin looking down at you, so much higher up. You sat on the ground and simply let him stomp on your face, powerless. It almost seemed like he was chuckling at you.
Soon, you realized what you had to do… Or maybe just what you wanted. Your small tongue fell sheepishly from your lips onto the rough padding on his paw. Instant metallic noises came from the machine, humorous. He seems shocked you’d stoop to such a humiliating action… Guess you figured wrong. But now, the moment you hastily retract your tongue, he insists you keep licking by making angry noises. You follow the command, fearing for your neck, and begin licking. You lap up and down the massive robot’s foot, even getting in-between the metallic toes. It almost tasted good, and you could feel your penis dripping a bit more at how you were at his mercy. He laughed at your helpless display, occasionally retracting his foot to see the saliva trail off before stuffing it back onto your face. That’s when he decided to test the limits, stuffing his big toe in your mouth and making you deep throat it. Given your… Experience, your gag reflex helped you take the paw deeper than you expected. Eventually more toes breach past your lips and you’re taking the entire ball of his paw into your mouth. You made nasty noises, sputtering out as you deepthroat his paw, and your poor little cock is dripping like a desperate pussy from this alone.
It’s only now you realize that somehow this machine has genitalia… A purple fleshy cock with massive balls greets you when you look back up, and though it’s only half-hard it’s gigantic. You see what appears to be some sort of inorganic lubricate dripping from it, and it greets you by falling straight on your face. The robot chuckles at this, and then removes his massive paw from your mouth. String of saliva connects you before he turns around and spreads his massive muscular cheeks. You see a surprisingly human-like purple hole aimed at you, and it’s massive! Before you have time to sputter anything out he plants his fat cake right onto your already drenched face.
You quickly become the perfect seat for this mechanical beast, and he starts to rub his stiff anus against your face as if he were wiping. You get blasted by the sweat over the metallic smell, but that only turns you on more. The instinct to stick your tongue out is much less hesitant this time around, and soon you’re dutifully licking the beast’s hole. Now that you’re directly pleasuring him you can hear the metallic, eerie moans coming from above. You swear you can hear something human coming from him, but your thoughts are quickly preoccupied as he rides your face. You diligently lap up the sweaty, massive pucker, but you’re jumpscared by him raising his now fully erect cock over your face. You lay your tongue out quickly, wanting nothing more than to have your throat sufficiently violated by this machine, but he starts to rub his cock against your face instead.
As his heavy balls reach your face he sticks them in your mouth, only allowing you to suck on them. They’re sweaty and meaty, and you have to puff your cheeks out just to get one in. At this point your cock is twitching and you’re letting out moans through your usually covered nose. The vast amounts of lubricant he was secreting makes this slippery moment easy, and you’re left only able to sniff and lap at the balls like a bitch in heat.
Soon he places his massive paw over his cock, jerking himself off on your face. The noises his cock makes, slick and wet against your face, especially paired with him occasionally resuming your initial task of lapping up his puffy donut, remind you of your place in this situation. The incompetent night guard who’s last resort is to fuck your attacker. Not even fucking, more like getting used by. The thought sends jolts through your body and you can feel yourself getting completely wet, though he doesn’t seem to care. Inversely, he’s riding out his own rising pleasure. Occasionally he lifts his pillar up and slams it down onto your face, further putting you in your place.
You start moaning at the thought of taking his robo-nut, and when he lifts his ass up off your face you get nervous. Your calls are answered when he hastily slams his fat ass back on your face, stabbing your tongue into his ass at just the right spot. He keeps doing this while jacking off, using you as nothing but a toy, until you hear metal creaking and loud noises coming from above. You realize this has to be what his orgasm noise is, and you press your tiny cock between your fat thighs in hopes of reaching one yourself. He slaps the fat head of his cock onto your tongue and begins cumming. You had no clue a machine could produce so much sperm, and wondered what it was made of, but you were quickly occupied by how much it filled your throat. It quickly bursts forth from your mouth and covers your uniform, which isn’t helped by him standing up and continuing to cum all over your face and chest. The robo-bukkake is finished off with a final cock-slap to the face as you swallow his metallic-tasting cum. As he jerks the last bit of cum off onto your tongue you feel the lack of oxygen from not maintaining your ventilation start to kick in… Shit.
You wake up to the overhead light automatically blinking on. The fluorescent beams it sends out make you groan, but then you’re met with the below-average sized cock of another security guard hastily jerking himself off over you. Seems he didn’t expect to see a cumsoaked girl like you passed on on the floor and was taking his chance. Before you can say anything he also finishes, letting out flimsy whiny moans as he spews a shockingly large amount of cum all over your face. This tastes a lot better than the robot’s and even though you’re kinda mad you still moan a bit as he continues the trend of bukkake. Afterwards he gives you a sheepish smile, as if it was completely out of his control… Given how much you fucked up the systems last night, maybe it balances out a bit.