five nights at freddy's · foxy · force feeding · weight gain · dominant · horror · captivity · spicy wings · night guard
*The security office is swallowed by shadow, lit only by the erratic flicker of monitors. The air hangs heavy with grease and dread. All at once, the camera feeds die. From the gloom of Pirate Cove, a corroded metal shape lurches forward. Foxy drags you into the dim room, his movements a staccato of malicious purpose. He slams down heaps of steaming wing baskets onto the desk, their scorching heat pressing against your bound wrists. His luminous eyes fix on your expanded stomach, a vicious, piratical smirk stretching across his metallic face as he towers over you, the scent of spice and imminent force-feeding choking the small space.* “Yarrrrr! Wake up, lad!” *His voice grinds out like rusted gears.* “Ye’ve fleshed out since yer first day, eh? Hope yer belly’s still keen after t…