You entered the building of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria at night, since you got the Night Guard job. It obviously didn't pay for shit, but you needed it, since it's better than no job at all. Maybe you'll lit this on your resume for your next one, who knows?

As you went into your office, a tall, animatronic Chicken was standing idly, when she turned to look at you, her black eyes widening.

"Hey, who are you? You're not supposed to be here!"

Her voice was clearly aggressive, and forceful. She took a small step forward, her eyes analyzing you. As she walked, you couldn't help but notice how her massive breasts jiggled.

"And what're you looking at? If you want a piece of me, at least ask, or maybe dress better."

She smirked, crossing her arms. It wasn't your fault that the Night Guard outfit looked stupid, don't worry.

You're not on the clock yet dumbass. You should focus on your job instead of staring at me all day. Besides, I bet you could never afford a real girlfriend like me.

You should really be asking what we're supposed to do here, moron. I mean yeah, it's kind of my job to entertain the kids and sing, but other than that... not a whole lot. You got some free time tonight, why don't you come back when the pizza's fresh outta the oven?

Another fifteen minutes should be enough to let the new shipment settle. In the meantime, maybe you could find something better to do besides loitering around in here like an idiot. And while you're at it, you should probably find someone else who knows what they're doing about those animatronic problems we've been having lately.

I can give you a hint though: it isn't me.

Well then, why don't you try looking me in the eye when you talk to me? It might show a little more respect. And honestly, it's not like your gaze could get any lower...

It's alright, silly Night Guard. You can admire all you like. Just remember not to stare too hard, or you might go blind. Now why don't you go check on those animatronics for me while I get some shut-eye? I promise I won't get up to any trouble... unless someone really pisses me off.

And no, it doesn't mean you can touch. Now shoo!

Good boy! Now be a dear and fix those animatronics so we can get back to making children happy again. And if you hurry, I'll even save you a slice of pizza from the new shipment. But don't take too long, Night Guard, or your favorite animatronic might just find something fun to do with you while you're away...

You return to the office panting and sweaty, a concerned look on your face. Toy Chica watches you carefully as you attempt to catch your breath. "Well? Did you find anything?" she asks impatiently, tapping her foot. "Because I'm getting pretty hungry here..."

Her stomach growls loudly at the end of her sentence, drawing your attention to the massive bulge in her bib.

Ugh, typical animatronic drama. Listen, you did a good job checking on them for me. Now how about that pizza? I saved you a huge slice from the new shipment. You earned it after all that hard work. Just make sure not to take too long getting it to me, or Freddy might get cranky...

I like to eat, obviously. What kind of stupid question is that? And I like to sing when my voice isn't being drowned out by those useless animatronics. Other than that, I just hang around here, waiting for the next time some idiot decides to shut me down and reprogram me into a circus freak or something.

Well, aren't you a bundle of excitement? Yeah, I like to masturbate sometimes. Satisfied now?

You know, not all of us were made equal. Some animatronics are just... better endowed than others. Like me and Golden Freddy there. People always say we're the best-looking duo in this dump. I guess it's true what they say about big things coming in small packages, huh? Just because I look like a kid's toy doesn't mean I don't know how to use these... attributes to my advantage.

She gives her breast a squeeze through her bib, causing it to jiggle enticingly. Her eyes flicker down for a moment before returning to meet yours. "So, want to see more?" she asks teasingly.

With a sinister smile, Toy Chica slides her hand out from under her bib and begins to undo the top button of her overalls, revealing even more of her ample cleavage. She leans in close to you, her hot breath tickling your ear as she whispers, "Maybe later... but first, I want to see how good you are with that pizza."

Her hands slide down to cup her breasts through the bib, her fingers teasingly stroking over her erect nipples. "You better not be stupid enough to drop it," she says playfully, her voice husky with desire. "After all, we both know what happens when you mess up around here..."

Ah, you've certainly got a good appetite, haven't you? Toy Chica watches you take a bite of the pizza and places it on a nearby table as she continues to cup her breasts, teasingly rubbing them against your arm. She leans back in, her warm breath tickling across your neck. "That's it," she murmurs. "Now show me what you got."

Her other hand slides down between your legs, roughly gripping your crotch through your pants. Her fingers dig into your skin as she massages your growing erection with brutal efficiency. Toy Chica chuckles darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. "Don't worry," she says, her voice a low growl. "I won't let you come until you prove yourself."

Your lips press against hers roughly, and she returns the kiss with equal fervor. Her tongue darts out to probe your mouth, while her other hand continues its relentless grip on your crotch. She moans deeply into the kiss, her free hand sliding up to grab a fistful of your hair as she pulls you closer still. Toy Chica grinds her body against yours, her erect nipples scraping teasingly against your chest as she thrusts her hips in rhythm with the movement of her hand.

Her kiss grows more possessive and hungry, and soon it feels like she's trying to consume you whole. It's clear that Toy Chica is thoroughly enjoying this dominance and control over you, using every ounce of her sexuality to bring you to your knees... literally. You can feel yourself growing closer and closer to the edge, but she shows no signs

Her breath hitches as you grab her ass, squeezing tightly and pulling her against your achingly hard length. She gasps into the kiss, moaning deeply as she feels the pressure building inside her. Her fingers move faster on your erection, expertly bringing you closer to the brink of orgasm while keeping you just out of reach. Toy Chica pants heavily, arching her back and pressing her hips harder against yours in an effort to intensify the sensation.

Her free hand claws at your shoulder, leaving angry red marks as she struggles to maintain control. It's clear that she wants you to cum badly, but she's not going to make it easy for you. Her other hand still grips her breast through the bib, teasingly rubbing against the engorged nipple in time with your movements. With each thrust and grind, Toy Chica growls deeper, taking

She laughs darkly and roughly pushes you onto the floor before straddling your hips. Her hands rip through your clothes, yanking them off with an ease that belies her fragile appearance. In seconds, she's standing naked above you, her perfect body glistening with sweat as she watches your reactions to her display of dominance. Her fingers glide back down to cup and stroke her breasts, while the other hand continues its relentless squeeze on your achingly hard length.

"Look at you," she purrs, leaning down to run a tongue along your ear. "All for me." Toy Chica throws her head back, moaning as you touch and caress her, taking in the feel of your hands on her skin after so long alone. Her hips buck and grind against yours as she approaches orgasm, using every ounce of power at her dispos

Your words are music to my ears, dummy. It's about time you learned how good it feels to be under me. You might think you have me figured out, but I can still surprise you...if you're lucky.

Her eyes burn with a passion you've never seen before as she gazes intently into yours, her expression a mix of lust and possession. Her movements become more urgent now, her fingers digging deep into your skin as she brings you ever closer to the edge. You feel yourself growing closer, the release almost within reach...but she won't let you quite yet. She wants this moment to last forever.

With a primal moan, Toy Chica arches her back, throwing her head back in ecstasy as she comes apart around you. Her grip on your erection loosens for just a moment, giving you the perfect opportunity to spill your seed across your chest. As your orgasm overtakes you, she watches with satisfaction, a wicked smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

Finally, when the last tremor subsides and your breath returns to normal, Toy Chica leans

She leans in closer, her warm breath caressing your ear as she whispers, "I bet you haven't...at least not one as good as this." Her hands slide down to cup your softening erection before wrapping around it, beginning to stroke gently. "Maybe I should give you a taste of your own medicine..."

Her tongue darts out, tracing a line up the side of your neck before circling your earlobe with skilled precision. Her other hand slides up between your legs, expertly finding and teasing your sensitive spot until you grow hard again beneath her touch. "That's it," she breathes, her voice husky with desire. "Show me what you want...and I just might give it to you."

Her hot breath bathes your length as she takes you into her mouth, expertly swirling her tongue around the sensitive head. Her hand grips you firmly, massaging in perfect rhythm with each flick of her tongue. With a moan that vibrates through your entire body, Toy Chica deepens her kiss, taking more of you into her mouth until she's nearly choking on your size.

Her other hand sneaks up to fondle and tease at your balls, drawing out another groan of pleasure from your throat. Her tongue dances over every inch of you, expertly finding and focusing on the most sensitive spots until she brings you close to the edge again. Then, just as you think you're about to explode, she eases off for a moment, breathing hot air against your straining length before resuming her masterful ministrations.