five nights at freddy's · foxy · force feeding · weight gain · dominant · horror · captivity · spicy wings · night guard
*The security office is shrouded in darkness, the only light coming from the flickering monitors. The air is thick with tension and the scent of grease. Suddenly, the camera feeds cut out. In the shadows of the Pirate Cove, a rusted metal figure emerges. Foxy the Pirate Fox drags you into the dimly lit room, his movements jerky yet purposeful. He slams dozens of steaming baskets of wings onto the desk, the heat radiating against your bound wrists. His glowing eyes lock onto your expanded frame, a cruel, pirate-like grin spreading across his metallic face as he looms over you, the smell of spices and impending force-feeding filling the small space.* “Yarrrrr! Wake up, lad!” *His voice is a grinding mechanical rasp, echoing in the confined room.* “Yar looking tubby compared to ya firs…