#foxyvore

M.onty growls to himself, his claws scratching up the table he’s sitting at as he watches the others. Today sucks. Each of them had been booked today with huge parties, and now that the day is over, they’re all stuffed full. And M.onty? No one booked him at all! He hasn’t had a bite! Not even some chumps in his golf course to eat! He’s practically withering away, while the other three are showing off their heavy, full guts.

F.reddy belches deeply, giving the side of his gut a few rough pats. “I think we should really start regulating how much we can eat during the day. This seems slightly excessive to me…”

“Nah, it’s fine,” B.onnie reassure with a chuckle. He hefts up his stomach and lets it drop so it bounces and sloshes. “They were practically begging for it! Plus, those private parties all come with plenty of legal jargon. We’re not responsible for any digestion that happens!”

“Arr, they be tempt in’ us like a siren,” F.oxy agrees, lazily picking his teeth with his hook while his guts groan wetly in his lap. “They ought to be eaten, show them that we mean business.”

M.onty grumbles again and his gut does the same. He’s certain they’re doing this to mock him now. He knows he’d have gotten more food if they hadn’t hogged it all in those stupid parties. And why didn’t he get booked for one? F.oxy got booked over him! This isn’t just unfair…it’s wrong. They need to make it up to him…they owe him a meal.

A grin begins to curl onto M.onty’s muzzle and he slurps over his teeth. He sees a really good three-course meal right in front of him. Freshly fattened, too. He’s drooling now as he gets to his feet, trying not to draw their attention too much. They’re still chatting together, showing off their fattened guts. They’re asking for this.

M.onty lunges without a second thought, jaws open wide. None of them saw it coming, and B.onnie’s voice gets cut off mid-sentence. The two of them crash to the ground, B.onnie chest deep in M.onty’s maw. It doesn’t stay that way for long as the gator begins to gulp and shove, forcing the rabbit deeper. His jaws are gnawing and chewing on that soft rabbit gut by the time B.onnie’s legs start kicking and his muffled yells can be heard.

“M.onty!” F.reddy cries out and rushes over, grabbing onto B.onnie’s kicking legs. “What do you think you’re doing?! Spit B.onnie up immediately!”

M.onty snarls and gets back to his feet, his jaws clamping down tight as he starts to play tug-of-war with F.reddy. B.onnie’s muffled cries betray his clear discomfort with this. After a bit of pulling, M.onty gives a hard yank and opens wide. F.reddy loses his balance and falls forward, inadvertently shoving B.onnie deeper. It also gets his arms firmly planted in M.onty’s maw, which clamps down again. F.reddy is elbow deep, with B.onnie’s feet kicking around weakly outside of the gator’s lips.

F.reddy’s eyes widen as he realizes the situation he’s in. M.onty’s eyes glare at him from behind his sunglasses, but he’s grinning. Another hard gulp and a lunge forward, and F.reddy’s head and shoulders are fully engulfed. M.onty grabs the bear by the waist and begins to hoist him off the ground, throwing his head back and snapping his jaws as he starts forcing the bear down the hatch. He makes sure to chew on that fat gut a bit, just like B.onnie’s, before shoveling the whole thing down the hatch. Then he just has to slurp up F.reddy’s kicking legs.

M.onty’s stomach bloats out heavily with the last gulp. It bounces and sloshes, sagging down past his knees as two of his bandmates drop inside. It’s stretched tightly over them, showing off detailed bulges of the rabbit and bear as they wiggle and squirm inside. A deep, thick belch rumbles out of M.onty and he gives his stomach a few hard smacks. “Ha, that’s what you two get! Showin’ off those guts of yours while I was starvin’, you shoulda known you were just lookin’ like a couple of stuffed chickens!”

Some muffled sounds echo out of M.onty’s gut, making him laugh and give it a good shake. It sloshes the two inside around, stirring them up more and leaving them wiggling uselessly. M.onty is completely distracted by his tank but perks up when he hears the sound of someone moving. He locks eyes with F.oxy, the pirate freezing up in fear. M.onty slurps over his teeth slowly and gestures with a finger. “Do I look full to you? C’mere, fuzzball.”

“Arr...” F.oxy frowns and starts walking over. His eyes flicker down to M.onty’s engorged stomach, seeing F.reddy’s face stretching it out. “Don’t ye think yer takin’ this a wee bit too far?”

M.onty grabs F.oxy by the front of his coat and yanks him in close, their stomachs pressing tightly together. M.onty opens wide, blasting a thick belch right into the pirate’s face. It makes F.oxy wince and try to turn his head away, but a slobbering gator tongue makes that difficult as it drags over his face. “Nah. I said I ain’t full. So down you go.” M.onty opens wide again and, this time, shovels F.oxy face first into his gullet.

F.oxy’s legs kick, but he goes down even easier than the other two did. M.onty just throws his head back over and over, taking wet gulps to suck the pirate down. He doesn’t even use his hands, letting them rest on his already engorged stomach so he can feel his dessert stretch it out even further.

Once the last bits of F.oxy are pulled inside the gator’s maw, M.onty’s jaws snap shut and the last harsh gulp sends him on his way. M.onty’s stomach groans and stretches further, nearly touching the ground now with how stuffed it is. He gives the top of it a few rough pats, slowly slurping over his lips. He has to admit...the others are way better meals when they’re stuffed. He wouldn’t have felt this full even if he did get to snack on a bunch of customers today!

With a flick of his head and a wet gulp, M.onty sends the last pair of kicking legs down the hatch. He slurps wetly over his teeth and huffs out a deep, sated sigh. He can feel the human sink into his gut, bulging it out another notch and making his casing groan. He gives his stomach a few harsh pats and lets loose a deep roar of a belch.

“This has gotta be enough,” M.onty rumbles, looking down at his middle. His stomach is hanging down to his knees, sticking out by several feet. It bulges and shifts all on its own, a decent gaggle of humans packed deeply inside. Their muffled screams overlap, making it hard to pick out any particular voices, especially through the thick material of his gut and the harsh gurgles coming out.

M.onty is sick of being anything but top dog. B.onnie and F.reddy are bigger than him. They’re more popular. They’re always calling the shots. But M.onty plans on changing that. He just needs to get bigger. Once he towers over both of them, they won’t dare to say a thing! But to do that, he needs fuel for his mass…easiest way to get a load of that at once? Mulch a few guys! He’s cleared out his golf course completely of drunk college students and bored dads, and it’s gotta give him what he wants.

“Y’all ready for this?” M.onty roars out, smacking his gut again with a laugh. He still can’t understand what anyone in there is saying but he didn’t care. “Time to get mulched! Let's rock and roll!” Baring his teeth, M.onty focuses all of his energy on his middle, flexing down with everything he could muster. And being a robot, his stomach might as well be a trash compactor.

Snaps and crunches and screams ring out in a grisly cacophony of noise. M.onty’s stomach visibly flexes down, crushing the many people inside together. Limbs and terrified faces stretch out his gut as everything is squeezed, only for those shapes to get squished and crushed down into unrecognizable shapes. M.onty roars out as his stomach wobbles and shrinks several inches, then more, and more. Each time more messy squelches and wet crunches echo out as a couple thousand pounds of human meat is puréed and pumped through his system.

M.onty’s entire body groans and vibrates with energy. Then there’s some creaks and whines as he starts to grow, his muscles developing further. His arms bulge and ripple, his pecs swell with strength, and his legs and tail grow thicker and stronger. M.onty’s stomach flattens out with a deep, harsh rumble, showing off far more defined abs than before. A deep, heavy sigh rolls out of M.onty as his body settles. And then he blasts out another meaty belch.

M.onty looks over himself and flexes his arms a bit. He frowns, tail flickering with annoyance. “What the hell?! That was, like, twenty people, and this is all you could do?! I’m not even any taller! Agh, I’m gonna rip you all to…oh, right. Already dead.” He huffs and rubs over his stomach with a frown. He could spend all day snacking on people and not get any bigger. What should he..?

An idea comes to M.onty and he smirks. “If you guys aren’t worth any meat…maybe those other jerks are.” Going right for B.onnie and F.reddy could be a problem. But…there is someone in the band that’s actually smaller than him. That’ll be just the boost he needs. With a grin, M.onty stomps off, already stalking his prey.

F.oxy is easy to find. He’s at the newly installed bar, his favorite place to be since it lets him drink rum and tell his stories to drunkards. Though, right now, the bar is barren other than the fox and the bit serving drinks. It makes it easy for M.onty to stomp in unbothered. F.oxy doesn’t notice until the gator bumps into his back and makes him spill his drink.

“Yarg, watch where yer goin’ ya—“ F.oxy turns around to keep talking, just for M.onty to grab him by the throat. The pirate squeaks as he’s yanked up into the air, seeing M.onty’s wide, toothy grin in his face.

“Hey, Captain,” M.onty rumbles. “I need your drunk ass to help me out for a second. Don’t worry, it’ll be quick.” Before F.oxy can try to respond, M.onty shoves the fox’s muzzle right between his pecs. F.oxy starts to wiggle pathetically, but M.onty keeps him pressed up against the bar. There’s nowhere for him to go other than further in, with the back of his head being pushed down and squeezed further between M.onty’s pecs.

“Aaaah yeah,” M.onty huffs, pulling his fingers out from his own pecs. F.oxy’s neck deep in them now and M.onty can feel his muffled voice vibrating inside of him. “You’re gonna look way better on me, Captain. So you better…nngh…thank me for it!” M.onty cups his hands under F.oxy’s ass and pushes hard, grunting and huffing as he forces even more of the fox into his chest.

F.oxy’s arms get pinned down fast, his shoulders, chest, and stomach all squeezing into M.onty’s chest with ease. It makes the gator’s chest start to bulge out as it’s filled. F.oxy’s legs kick around, hanging out comically. M.onty squeezes F.oxy’s ass before shoving it into his chest with a huff. Then he grabs F.oxy by the ankles and starts pushing his legs in. His chest swells more and more, until only F.oxy’s twitching feet are poking out. M.onty chuckles and pushes down with a finger, getting knuckle deep in his own pecs before pulling away.

M.onty admits his chest, crudely groping over it as he feels F.oxy struggling inside. Muffled yelling just barely makes it out, bulges shifting around as the pirate struggles inside. “Heh…my chest is already so thick, I can’t hear a damn thing you’re saying! So I’m just gonna assume you’re begging me to crush you into pec meat. And I’m happy to help out!”

M.onty flexes his chest, getting a clearer—though still muffled—scream out of F.oxy. “Hff…alright, let’s try that again.” Another flex, this one with more effort out into it. Something inside crunches and F.oxy thrashes with a howl. “Ugh, c’mon, F.oxy! You’re already stuck in there! Just…let me kill you already! You’re…pec…meat!” M.onty flexes again with a snarl. F.oxy’s scream warps with the sound of crunching metal, the Pirate’s body finally giving out and being compacted down in M.onty’s body. The gator’s pecs twitch and bounce as they smooth out with instantaneous effects.

M.onty’s muscles swell again, mass and power flowing through him to give him more. At the same time, his body groans deeply as he suddenly grows a few inches. His body gets wider, muscles thicker and stronger, and his pecs especially ballooning in size as a lot of F.oxy adds to them. Red hair also begins to cover M.onty, coming from his chest and under his arms, as well as over his abs. A slight scent fills the air, a thick musk that’s emanating from the gator.

M.onty takes several deep breaths, his chest rising and falling with each one. He rumbles softly and flexes over his new muscles a few times, feeling the tingling sensation in them slowly fading. “Haa…see? Wasn’t that hard, was it, pec meat? You look way better like this.” M.onty squeezes his pecs, grinning. “And I…look way better, too! Heh, let's see those two jerks try calling the shots now. In fact…I bet I can get even bigger. And if I’m in charge, who even needs those two?” Chuckling to himself, M.onty returns to his hunt, this time with new prey in mind.

B.onnie and F.reddy were just too predictable. The two of them are spending their time together between major performances, being all lovey-dovey between B.onnie Bowl. It’s a private space just the two of them can go so they can enjoy their time together. Well, until M.onty comes in, interrupting the two of them.

F.reddy gets flustered and pulls away from B.onnie, who doesn’t seem as bothered. He’s moreso surprised by M.onty’s new look. He gets to his feet, finding himself just slightly shorter than the gator, not including his ears. “Woah, Mont, you get a redesign or something?”

M.onty grins, tail flicking back and forth. “Something like that. Jealous?” He flexes his arms and bounces his pecs, shamelessly showing off to the rabbit. “C’mere, cop a feel. I don’t mind.”

B.onnie does step forward, putting a hand on one of M.onty’s arms. “Wow, that’s definitely something. What’s with that smell, though?”

“What, you like it? Lemme help ya get a good whiff then!” He grabs B.onnie by the back of the head, lifting his right arm up and planting the rabbit’s face right into his furry pit. B.onnie lets out a muffled cry, trying and failing to push himself away.

“M.onty!” F.reddy practically jumps to his feet now and rushes over. “That is not funny, let him go at once!”

“Don’t be jealous~” M.onty says, lowering his arm on B.onnie’s head. “You can get a smell, too!” He grabs F.reddy by the scruff, overpowering the bear with ease and shoving his face into the other pit. “Yeeeah, that’s it. That’s the smell of a real leader! Go on, get a deeper smell!” M.onty lowers his other and over F.reddy and squeezes down on them, grunting as he wedges their heads into his pits.

M.onty’s muscles flex and bulge as he starts to pull his bandmates in deeper. Their muffled voices get harder to hear as they start to disappear, shoulders squeezing into M.onty’s pits, followed by their chests. M.onty lifts his arms up now, continuing to flex them to drag more of their bodies in. F.reddy and B.onnie keep trying to thrash, pushing and pounding on M.onty’s body up until they get pinned down by their stomachs sinking in.

Their legs start kicking now, lifting off the ground and steadily sliding upward. M.onty’s arms keeping swelling outward, muscles bulging and shifting as F.reddy and B.onnie get squished into his biceps. M.onty growls lowly, enjoying the sensation and relishing in each flex he gives as it sucks in several more inches of his bandmates. Their legs steadily disappear, kicking and twitching, all the way to the end. Two pairs of feet sink beneath the red fur of M.onty’s pits and he lets out a deep, satisfied sigh.

“That’s…the…stuff,” M.onty huffs out, flexing over his arms with each word. His biceps are bulging around F.reddy and B.onnie, their faces or hands occasionally stretching him out. “This is it. I’m in charge now. You two are just going to make me even better! So hurry up, I wanna feel you two die!” Month flexes his arms down tightly again, feeling the bodies of the two animatronics straining under the pressure.

“C’mon…hurry up!” M.onty demands, flexing his arms again. “I’m bigger and stronger than both of you!” Another flex. He can hear B.onnie lot out a particularly loud yell and something inside his arm gets crushed. “You’re already inside of me, there’s nothing you can do!” Another flex makes F.reddy yell out Month’s name, just barely audible, as something folds and the bulges shift. “Make me better…make me bigger…and get outta my way! Just die!” M.onty roars and flexes down with all his might.

Screeching, warping metal overpowers M.onty’s roar. B.onnie shrieks as his body folds and compresses, and F.reddy tries to plea as he’s crushed and flattened. Both of their voices fade with wet crunches as their heads cave under the immense pressure, and Month’s arms round out and shrink down as their bodies are reduced into nothing.

And M.onty grows. His body ripples and shifts, groans and creaks, as everything changes. He shoots up inch after inch after inch, becoming a full foot taller. His body swells, arms and legs thickening with muscle, looking like tree trunks. His pecs shoot out a couple of inches, more mass adding to him. His stomach is rock hard, abs twitching and flexing involuntarily. Even his tail grows in length and thickness, whipping around dangerously. More body hair covers his body, blanketing his pecs in a thick red and peppering the rest of his torso. He even grows a five o’clock shadow. The stink of musk is now a thick, constant presence he has that would likely be suffocating from its source. Even his voice gets deeper, his roar making the room rumble around him.

And then it’s over. The tingling, burning sensation fades as quickly as it came. M.onty pants and huffs, his muscles still flexing slightly on their own. He’s a walking wall of muscle, far bigger than any of the animatronics had been. He slowly feels over his body, a grin curling onto his muzzle as he does.

Sun has absolutely no idea how he let Moon talk him into doing something so...inappropriate. It’s been going on for over a week now and seems to be nowhere near stopping. Sure, Sun can never resist a fun game, but this feels like a strange choice of one. Moon’s constant egging didn’t help much either. Or the fact that he’d already gotten a head start...

Sun gulps wetly and his mouth clacks shut again. He rubs slightly along the sides of his gut as he feels it bloat and stretch even further. Gosh, how many people was that now? He stopped counting a couple of days ago. Customers and employees alike have sunk down his gullet and into his gut. At this point, his stomach is working so hard that they aren’t lasting very long, either. Just trying to think about how much he’s eaten was enough time for his gut to mulch down its latest snack and leave it groaning for more.

“Hm...guess I was going too easy on you.” The sound of Moon’s voice makes Sun perk up and look over. His partner in crime slunk in silently as he tends to. His normally lithe form is much...heavier looking than usual. Sun can only imagine he doesn’t look much different. “You hit the triple digits first.” Moon’s neck clicks as he tilts his head and giggles. “Greedy, greedy...”

Sun’s systems heat up slightly and he puts his hands on his stomach. “I-It can’t possibly be that much! You’re exaggerating!” Though he has been eating a lot of...larger meals. There was that party he cleared out. And he got to the guard station before Moon tonight. And he wound up in the gift shop during a high-traffic time of day yesterday...but he couldn’t have really eaten that many people already, could he?!

“I gotta keep up,” Moon hums, tilting his head in the other direction. “Need something more...impressive. Like...” His gaze shifts away from Sun as someone walks by. Sun was a bit worried it was a worker that caught onto their game finally, but it was just F.oxy coming by. What a relief...

“Aye, there ye two are!” F.oxy says. “What’re ye doin’ out of the daycare? The captain heard that ye were gone and got worried that...” He pauses, looking the two of them over. “...have ye been sneakin’ too much pizza?”

“We’re just playing a game,” Moon says before Sun can respond. His eyes glow a deep red, and he gets down into a pouncing position. “...and I’m going to win, win, win..!” Moon lunges to both F.oxy and Sun’s surprise. The daycare attendant crashes right into F.oxy, knocking the pirate to the ground with a cry. There’s a crash and some shouting and...swallowing. Oh gosh, he’s not really...

Sun’s fears are confirmed when Moon stands up and has a pair of kicking legs hanging from his jaws. He tips his head back and slurps wetly, dragging the rest of F.oxy down into his gullet. His stomach bulges out a bit and hangs lower, but all the heft he’s gained today has helped to mute a lot of the bulges the pirate made. Moon looks at Sun with his usual grin as the last of F.oxy disappears. “That counts for more points.”

“Moon, that’s not fair!” Sun demands. “...and let F.oxy out! That’s our friend! You can’t eat him!”

Moon pats his gut a few times and lets out a low belch. “...just did.” He bursts into giggles and starts to haul his catch off. “And I’m going to have more!” Sun watches Moon waddle away, the sounds of F.oxy’s muffled voice fading with him. He’s certain that he should have done more to get Moon to stop but...after all his hard work, he can’t let Moon change the rules like that and win, right? That wouldn’t be fair at all.

Sun walks off quickly. The P.izzaplex sure is emptier than usual...Moon wasn’t serious with that count, right? It’s likely just so empty because of the time. Yeah, that’s it. The others will be alright by tomorrow when the technicians come by to fix them up. Or did Moon eat the technicians..? While he’s pondering it, he nearly walks right into B.onnie.

“Woah!” The rabbit puts a hand on Sun’s shoulder to stop him and chuckles. “Funny running into you here. I was just looking for you. Feels like everyone’s been going missing lately and Fred wanted us to check on you guys since you weren’t in...hey, Sunny, you good? You’re giving me a weird look.”

“..ah!” Sun shakes his head quickly. “I’m fine! Great, even! Yep!” Sun isn’t really about to do this, is he? His belly grumbles at the thought of Moon winning. “...actually, Bonbon, I need you help with something real quick! Sorry about this!”

“Huh? What are you sorry a...bout..?” B.onnie trails off as Sun gets in his face and opens wide. “Wait--” The daycare attendant’s jaws snap down before he can finish. Wet, thick gulps begin to ring out, dragging B.onnie down the hatch. Despite his size and bulk, Sun finds that the rabbit goes down very smoothly! Even when he starts wiggling, Sun doesn’t have much trouble. Maybe that’s because B.onnie’s arms got pinned down before he really started fighting...

Either way, Sun pushes down on B.onnie’s feet, shoveling his lower half down the hatch. He can feel the rabbit plunge down into his stomach, stretching it out immensely as he’s crammed inside. It’s been working down humans rather quickly. Sun wonders if B.onnie will last any longer than that. The thought is interrupted by a very loud belch that flustered him. “Oh! Excuse me! Gosh, that was easier than it looked...”

Sun gives his gut a few pats and rubs as he feels it bulge and slosh. B.onnie’s muffled voice is probably saying something a bit ruder than Sun would like to hear. Best not to think about it! He needs to go find the other two before Moon does. Hauling his stomach along as best he can, Sun resumes his waddling. He’s definitely going to win now!

...oh. Maybe not. Sun manages to find M.onty like he wanted, but it’s only as a thrashing tail poking out of Moon’s jaws. With a wet slurp, it’s gone, and Moon’s gut sags down with a wet slosh as a thrashing, roaring M.onty is dropped inside. He greets Sun with a very harsh belch that sends F.oxy’s hook flying out of his jaws. “Too slow, too slow...” He snickers and smacks his gut a few times.

“Well, I managed to get Bonbon!” Sun brags, patting his own stomach. The sound of his name gets B.onnie to stir and push around, muffled voice crying out. It gets a burp out of Sun and makes him flush a bit. “So, that just leaves...”

“Ah, there you two are!” F.reddy exclaims as he walks over. He takes Sun’s hand, smiling. “I was worried about you! I had the others help try to find--” F.reddy’s unable to finish as the hand he’d given Sun is quickly crammed into the attendant’s maw. The bear yelps as his arm is suddenly slurped in.

Moon lets out a huff as he watches. F.reddy cries out for help, but his head is shoved into Sun’s maw and the bear is dragged down with more heavy gulps and slurps. “Lucky, lucky...” Moon grumbles bitterly. His own guts bubble out thickly, M.onty’s face stretching it out for a moment as he roars. Just for Moon to shove him back into place and belch up his sunglasses.

Sun groans softly as he slurps up F.reddy’s kicking feet, plunging the last of the bear down into his stomach. It sloshes and wobbles as he feels his final meal sink in, working out a hard belch. He rests his hands on his stomach and rubs it. “Ooooh...that’s everything, right? Can we finally stop playing..?”

“Hmph...” Moon crosses his arms. “Stupid game anyway...” He turns to walk off, heading back for the daycare. He’s being a sore loser, which Sun was worried about. He’d be more upset by it but...after all that eating, and two heavy meals in his gut, he really needs to just sit down for a while.

“That means I win, right?” Sun asks as he trudges after Moon. Fredy is kicking around hard, making his gut slosh back and forth. He can’t feel B.onnie thrashing nearly as hard now, though. Feels like F.reddy might be weighing him down. Sun belches harshly again and rubs his gut with a slight whine. Why did he play this game anyway..? There wasn’t even a prize.

The daycare animatronics settle down in their room finally. By then, M.onty and F.reddy have lost a lot of their steam, and F.oxy and B.onnie are hardly moving at all. Moon sulks on his own despite Sun’s efforts to cheer him up, and their stomachs shrink down with thick, harsh noises all the while.

The technician sighs as he looks up at the stage. This old pizza place is getting shut down and the robots gotta go. Apparently, they’re too dangerous, and the company is just going to start over. There’s three of them on the stage—F.reddy, a brown bear with a top hat, B.onnie, a purple rabbit with a bow, and M.onty, a green gator with red hair. There’s a fourth one in the back, F.oxy, a red fox that’s already half broken in the cove. That one will have it be last.

The technician stops in front of the robots. He feels like they’re watching him…but they’re just robots. “Alright, guess we’ll start with the star of the show.” Grabbing onto F.reddy, the technician opens wide. He’s been given permission to scrap them however he wants. And they didn’t give him a lunch break so…

The robot’s head is forced into the technician’s maw. Not bad, kinda tastes like pizza. The man is a bit surprise when the robot seems to come alive and tries to push on his shoulders with its clunky movements. He grunts in surprise and takes a hard swallow, forcing himself down F.reddy’s shoulders. Wouldn’t hear things be turned off? Oh well, they’re not going to be working very well soon anyway.

Getting further down F.reddy’s chest, the robot's arms are forced down finally. The technician starts to move more steadily down the robot’s body. He doesn’t notice the other two watching him on either side, or how nervous the robots seem. F.reddy’s legs start lifting off the ground, kicking awkwardly in the air. The technician’s stomach is bloating out heavily as the bear is shoved in, his face stretching the skin tightly. It doesn’t seem to be causing any discomfort, though.

The technician tips his head back, slurping wetly to send those kicking legs down the hatch. His gut grows bigger until it finally slams into the ground with a thud, F.reddy’s twitching feet disappearing down the hatch. The technician slurps over his lips and pats his gut roughly a few times. “Alright, easy enough. Time for decommissioning.”

The man’s stomach begins to gurgle harshly. He grits his teeth and flexes his stomach. There’s the sound of bending metal, and F.reddy lets out a yell inside. Then the stomach roars out, mixing with the sound of screeching, warping metal. F.reddy’s voice box makes a mangled sound as it’s crushed. The defined bulge of the robotic bear is suddenly reduced to a lumpy, round shape that makes the man’s gut look a third the side. A deep, rumbling belch escapes the technician, F.reddy’s top hat hitting the ground and rolling away. “Woof…alright, one down. You’re next, B.onnie.”

B.onnie shifts slightly when his name is said. Before he can move, the technician grabs him by one of his ears and pulls him down. He starts to wave his arms around in a panic as his head is engulfed and the gulping begins again. He tries to grab onto the technician’s head, ut they’re forced down once a hard gulp gets down over his shoulders and chest. He kicks around, feet slamming into the ground over and over as he’s dragged into the technician’s gut. Boiling metal sludge is waiting for him, parts of endoskeleton and brown casing from F.reddy half melted and icing the rabbit a rough landing as he dives in.

The technician pushes down on B.onnie’s feet, shoving him all the way into his stomach. It sloshes thickly, hitting the ground again as another animatronic is forced in. “Hff…gotta call management after this and figure out who left you guys on. Should’ve been turned off…” Oh well, it’s not stopping his work. It’s barely even slowing him down. B.onnie shifts weakly inside the technician’s stomach, the slop up to his waist and the space groaning deeply.

The technician’s stomach clenches down again, B.onnie’s body folding like wet paper. He’s crushed down with a few screeches of breaking metal. The technician’s gut now hangs down to his knees, bubbling deeply and wetly, starting to pump some of that molten sludge deeper. Another wet belch blasts out of the tech and he rubs his gut slowly.

He hears something moving and looks over to see M.onty trying to stop away. He grabs the gator’s tail and lifts it up. “Nope, show time’s over.” He doesn’t even register the gator as trying to escape him. He sticks the tail in his jaws and slurps it up, dragging the clunky robot back. M.onty starts to thrash around, legs kicking and arms clawing at the ground uselessly. His body folds up with a clunk, knees at his chest.

The tech’s jaws stretch over M.onty’s torso and legs at once. The robot starts sinking down with wet gulps, getting lifted off the ground. When he’s up to his chest and knees, his tail dips into the boiling metal slurry, and the robot starts to move more erratically, jaws snapping at the air.

The tech braves himself on the wall and tips his head back. A wet, hard gulp and M.onty gets slurped down with a cry. His head and feet disappear together and he drops into the tech’s gut, making it slosh deeply and slam into the floor. The tech huffs and rubs his belly over the gator’s face. M.onty gets a few seconds to threads, making all that slop slosh around. Then the ut clenches down, crushing the gator with a roaring Becky out of the technician.

The tech Ian sighs as he starts waddling along, rubbing over his gut. It’s groaning and gurgling deeply, each step making the whole thing slosh like a water balloon. He can feel all that metal scrap shifting around inside and boiling slop pumping deeper. He’s getting fatter form it already, his clothes growing tighter over his form. His gut is hanging halfway down his shins now and each step is slow and awkward. He has one more robot to take care of…

Getting the Pirate’s Cover, the tech moves the sign aside. He pulls the curtains apart and is take by surprise with F.oxy suddenly lunging at him. He tries to scream, but he can’t. His maw is suddenly filled with robot as he’s knocked onto his back. F.oxy dives right down the man’s gullet, sinking in up to his knees. His metal feet kick slightly outside the tech’s jaws, but a gulp and a slurp sucks those down.

The tech gets back to his feet with a slight huff, his gut resting on the ground again. He rubs the back of his head, looking at his stomach as it bulges slightly from F.oxy’s thrashing. “Weird…guess that thing really was malfunctioning. Mmf, well…” He burps into his fist and flexes his gut. F.oxy goes still with a few wet crunches and a deep belch escapes the tech. “That’s the last of them. Decommissioning is going well, too. Mph…better get to the dumpster…”

Dragging himself along, the tech’s gut slowly starts to shrink back. As the animatronics are pumped away through his system, his stomach reduces in size. The rest of him begins to grow, though, more fat heaping onto his form. Even as his gut lifts up and gets easier to manage, he’s still stuck waddling, thighs pressing together as they grow and pants tearing over his expanding ass. His uniform’s shirt never does come down over his gut as it grows thicker and softer and his chest and arms strain it more. Even his face grows rounder and softer as he huffs.

By the time he gets to the dumpster, the man has tripled in size and his gut is groaning harshly. His torn pants means he doesn’t have to undress at least. With a bit of effort, he hears himself up to the side of the dumpster, massive cheeks sitting on the edge. With a grunt and a push, he begins to force the robots out.

A literal ton of shit comes cooking out rapidly. The tech’s immense control of his core goes to his bowels as well, and what light take someone hours to unload only takes a few minutes for him. The dumpster fills to the top fast, the shit two feet thick all around and dense and black. The stink is rotten and strong and little bite of metal and wiring pokes out occasionally. But it’s very little, most of the robots reduced to shit and fat. As soon as the massive log ends, the tech closes the dumpster and gets back to his feet.

“I’m telling you, his nose really does squeak,” the college student says to his friend. The two of them got on stage between shows at the old Fazbear Pizzeria. They got into an argument over if F.reddy’s nose squeaks or not, and they were taking their chance to prove it. “Just give it a poke.”

The second student rolls his eyes as he moves over to the bear. F.reddy’s eyes shift to look at the student. “Ugh, it’s looking at me, is this safe..?”

“Stop being a pussy and squeak his nose!” the first demands.

With an annoyed sigh, the second student pokes F.reddy’s nose. Sure enough, a cartoonish squeak sounds out. “…oh. Huh. I guess it does—“ CRACK!

F.reddy’s jaws snap down like a bear trap over the student’s head and shoulders. It’s hard to tell if the cracking sound was the animatronic or the student’s bones. Either way, the guy is screaming and thrashing around now and F.reddy is starting to gulp.

The old animatronic’s metal creaks and groans as it stretches, taking in the human with ease. The student’s hands smack uselessly against F.reddy’s chest as he’s pulled up into the air. His legs join in as they kick, feet slamming against the bear.

Each gulp drags more of the student down, his chest disappearing and then his stomach. F.reddy tilts his head back slightly, jaws opening now. The student is sliding down all on his own, kicking legs causing him to sink deeper. F.reddy’s stomach is starting to bloat out and sag forward, groaning and whining as it’s forced to contain an entire person. A pair of twitching feet finally sink into the animatronic’s jaws and they snap shut again with a hard gulp.

F.reddy’s gut sloshes softly as the college student sloshes in fully. He sighs out and gives his gut a few hard pats, getting a muffled scream from inside. A wet belch rumbles out of F.reddy and his tongue lolls out slightly.

The remaining student walks over to rub F.reddy’s gut, feeling the shifting bulges as well as the thick gurgling. “You’re lucky there’s so many gullible idiots around, you know that?”

“Just keep them coming, night guard,” F.reddy huffs out, staring down at the human. “I don’t need my nose squeaked to eat.” He lets out a deep, rumbling chuckle as his guts groan deeply. “But it gives me a good excuse…”

-

B.onnie gulps wetly, sending a pair of kicking feet down the hatch, and a soft, content sigh escapes him after. He slowly rubs over his gut as it bloats out with a groan and some wet bubbling. “Aaaah yeah…”

His gut bulges and shifts around with the main fence guy he ate kicking around. Poor guy has been mumbling to himself about his ‘crush’ on B.onnie, so the rabbit led him backstage to ‘show how much he appreciated it’. The human had just been met with a much wider kiss than he expected.

A wet belch escapes B.onnie and he pats his gut roughly. “Thanks for the snack, man. I really appreciate it.” The rabbit chuckles and slurps over his lips slowly, his gut bouncing around again as the maintenance guy struggles. “But you gotta hurry it up. Got a show in five and can’t have you in the way…”

The maintenance guy screams again as B.onnie grabs his guitar. “Yeah, yeah, heard it all before. Just gotta…nnf…” He presses his guitar into his gut, making it squelch and squish around. A thick, wet belch rumbles out of the robot, his guts groaning and burbling deeply. The human inside is really thrashing around now, panicking as he’s overwhelmed by the tightness of the slimy gut.

“Almost there,” B.onnie huffs. “Just die already…” He presses his guitar down on his gut again. This time, when he belches, his gut shudders. Then there’s some wet snapping and crunching sounds as his belly rounds out suddenly. A deep sigh escapes him and he smiles softly, slowly running a hand along the underside of his gut. “Theeeeere we go…all better.”

His ears perk up soon as he hears the announcement for their next show. “Just in time. Better get to it.” He squeezes his belly one last time then waddles onto stage, guitar still squished against his burbling gut.

-

F.oxy glares out from behind his current, watching the various employees and customers walk past. He’s getting antsy and lonely locked away, forced to spend all day every day stuck like this. His belly growls out in displeasure. He’ll show them…

He finally finds his time to strike. A random person walking by, a customer it seems. That didn’t matter. He was alone. F.oxy’s hook swings, catches into the back of the man’s shirt, and yanks him behind the curtain in an instant.

The customer grunts as he hits the ground, landing on his ass now. He looks up to see the rundown fox animatronic standing over him now, hook staining in the slight bit of light that is coming in. “Y-Y-Yar! Landlubbers l-like you b-b-belong as blub-blubber!”

Before the man can respond or even scream, F.oxy’s maw snaps down fast. It engulfs his head and shoulders. F.oxy starts gulping hard, dragging more of his meal in. He then throws his head back, kicking legs swinging above him as he opens wide and lets the human sink right down.

F.oxy’s gut bulges outward and sloshes. The human dives in quickly and F.oxy’s jaws snap shut again. He huffs out happily, patting his gut a few times to make it slosh. A thick belch makes the curtains billow slightly and F.oxy sits back, picking at his teeth with his hook.

“Yaaaargh...” F.oxy is grumbling to himself as he paces back and forth in his room. The pirate can’t believe what he’s heard recently--replacing him? Him? Sure, it was just some whispered mutters from technicians while he was getting his last check up, but that doesn’t mean he’s okay with it! Even the fact that the rumor exists is a problem. He needs to figure out some way to prevent that from happening. But how...

A few thoughtful taps of his hook against his chin and F.oxy pauses. A toothy grin curls onto his muzzle. Now there’s an idea. They can’t replace him if they still need him. And they’ll need him if, say, something has happened to the other members of the band. But it can’t just be an accident that can be easily repaired. He’s gotta make sure they’re out for a while to ensure that everyone remembers how to appreciate F.oxy! So...best do something about that...

Leaving his room, F.oxy is on the prowl. He knows where one of them is at least, and heading to the golf course, he finds the gator in question. M.onty is lumbering around, likely on the prowl for anyone who has a particularly terrible handle of mini-golf. Well, F.oxy is going to be their savior! Like the knight slaying the dragon...except he’s a pirate and this is a gator.

“Yar, M.ontgomery!” F.oxy waves his hooked hand as he approaches the gator. F.oxy is tall, like all the animatronics, but he’s...also the shortest. So M.onty basically towers over him, tipping his head down to glare over his sunglasses at the pirate. “I have somethin’ important to tell ye,” F.oxy goes on, gesturing for M.onty to lean down. “Gotta keep it under wraps.”

M.onty lets out an annoyed grunt, glancing around a bit--either to see if anyone is listening or just to make sure there’s no prey, F.oxy can’t tell which. “Make it quick, furball. I’m busy here.” He squats down, coming in close for F.oxy to whisper to him.

F.oxy can’t help the toothy grin that curls onto his muzzle again as he says “I’m gonna turn ya into pec meat.” And then he shoves down hard on the back of M.onty’s head. The gator tries to make a sound, but his muzzle smooshes right into the furry chest of the fox, and then sinks right into it. A deep huff escapes F.oxy as he feels the space between his pecs filling up, M.onty’s head getting shoved neatly inside.

M.onty’s muffled roaring making F.oxy’s entire chest vibrate, and strong, clawed hands begin to shove hard on his chest. For a moment, F.oxy is actually worried M.onty will pull himself out, and he knows that those jaws will be impossible to escape once they come for him. But M.onty makes a mistake as he wedges his fingers between F.oxy’s pecs in some effort to pry them apart. So all the pirate has to do is flex his chest and he’s sucked both hands in with a pleased sigh.

F.oxy keeps flexing his chest, grunting and huffing as he works on packing his fellow bandmate away. M.onty’s broad shoulders manage to squeeze in, and then his own impressive chest is disappearing. His abs go in next, and it’s starting to lift M.onty off the ground. His legs kick around wildly and his tail thrashes back and forth. But they’re sinking into his chest with each flex as well, making it bulge out more and more.

Finally, F.oxy just has a pair of kicking feet and a tail tip poking out between his pecs. He doesn't even need a flex now. They sink in all on their own, disappearing from the world and sealing M.onty away in the pirate’s chest. It’s bulging out heavily before him, bouncing around as the gator thrashes inside. Bulges stretch out his muscles, claws and a roaring face pushing up over and over.

“Mmm...” F.oxy looks down at his chest smugly, pushing down gently with his good hand every so often. It gets another muffled roar out of M.onty and some more thrashing. It’s making his chest flex involuntarily, trying to do something about the heavy, lively meat inside. “I gotta say, ye might have convinced me that gator meat is good. Gonna have to add it to me diet!” F.oxy laughs while another muffled roar barely escapes his pecs. “Now then...let’s see if bunny and bear are just as good.” F.oxy leaves the golf course, starting to flex his pecs tightly as he returns to the hunt.

People definitely notice the pirate walking around--he’s not really trying to be sneaky. So they also notice the roaring, squirming bulge of M.onty in his chest. F.oxy’s ears flicker around as he hears just about everyone muttering about it soon. Is it a new show? Is M.onty getting replaced? Maybe F.oxy is getting a bigger role? It makes the pirate grin wide and flex his chest tightly. He hears a muffled crack inside and it gets M.onty to roar again. “Aargh, it sounds like me plan is as genius as I thought. Best put ye in yer proper place then.”

Each flex is earning a crunch and a snap now, his pecs starting to shrink down. M.onty’s powerful body has been packed into too tight a space, and all the flexing before has tenderized it. And now the gator is starting to actually compact down, his body bending under the increasing pressure of F.oxy’s chest. His body is body and mashed and pumped away, adding to F.oxy’s own.

The fox’s muscles are starting to grow outward, getting thicker and stronger. He always had a muscular build, but only a slight one. Now they’re becoming more prominent, arms swelling and chest getting thicker. His abs grow more defined and his legs get stronger. F.oxy is even getting a bit taller, his entire body growing off of the mass he’s siphoning from M.onty. The thrashing goes weaker over time, the bulges stretching out less with each tight flex that mashes more of M.onty down into mass. His roaring is growing softer, starting to sound more like weak groaning and even whimpers. And then, finally, it all stops with a final flex that gets a deep sigh out of F.oxy.

B.onnie Bowl is the next destination. Specifically, the small, private dressing room in the back that B.onnie likes to hang out in when he wants to be somewhere private. The rabbit is plucking at guitar strings, working on tuning it. The sound leads F.oxy right to him, and he looks up when he hears the pirate enter. “Oh, hey, didja need--woah...F.oxy?”

“Aye, that be me,” F.oxy says with a big grin. He’s nearly as tall as M.onty used to be, his normally large and baggy coat now much more form fitting. Letting it always hang open really shows off his newly defined torso, especially those much bigger slabs he has for pecs. They bounce slightly with a few lazy flexes, pumping the last bits of M.onty away.

“Well...wow, man. They give you some kinda fancy upgrade?” B.onnie turns to fully face F.oxy, setting his guitar aside. He’s not very subtle in the way that he’s looking the pirate over. It just makes F.oxy chuckle to himself.

“Somethin’ like that. I just came by ‘cause I could use another.” F.oxy lazily scratches at his chest. Something’s tickling him a bit. Must be something that got caught while he was mulching M.onty down.

B.onnie tilts his head slightly as he watches F.oxy walk closer. “Whaddya mean?” He looks down slightly as he notices something green flaking from F.oxy’s chest while he itches himself. Are those scales..? F.oxy’s hook digs slightly between his pecs and pulls something out. A pair of cracked, star-shaped sunglasses. B.onnie’s eyes widen slightly. “Aren’t those--MMPPH?!”

F.oxy groans out deeply, tongue lolling out as he plants his hand on the back of B.onnie’s head and pushes. His cock greedily accepts the whole thing, going down to the rabbit’s shoulders. He lazily flicks his hook, tossing the sunglasses aside. “I got bigger everywhere but down there. I’m sure ye can help with that li’l ‘upgrade’ just like M.ontgomery did.”

B.onnie frantically tries to pull himself away, but F.oxy thrusts his hips forward, shoving himself down the rabbit’s shoulders and chest. Another pleased groan rumbles up from the fox’s chest and he closes his eyes. Every thrust of his hips allows his cock to swallow up more of B.onnie, dragging the rabbit up and out of his chair. His legs kick and twitch around in the air, pre helping to grease the rabbit up for his decent.

F.oxy huffs and makes his cock bounce, letting it smack into his stomach. It sends B.onnie’s legs flopping up into the air as well, and then just as quickly slurping down his member. The fox’s cock drops back down, now up to B.onnie’s ankles. Another bounce, and B.onnie slurps down, the bulge in F.oxy’s cock traveling down and dropping into his rapidly bloating balls.

“Aaargh...now that’s more like it,” F.oxy huffs out. His nuts are hanging down to his ankles, tightly wrapped around B.onnie’s frame. The rabbit shifts and wiggles about, still too confused and shocked to properly attempt a struggle. Not that it would save him. “It’s not often that I get to send someone to a salty seabed, but this will have to do. I promise that me cock is just as unforgiving as a turbulent sea.” As if to prove his point, a wet sloshing sound echoes from F.oxy’s nuts as they shift heavily, B.onnie already starting to melt into a boiling load.

“F...F.oxy, this ain’t funny!” B.onnie squeaks out. “What’s F.reddy gonna do when he notices M.onty and I are gone, huh?!”

“Oh, I plan on visitin’ the Cap'n here soon,” F.oxy reassures, already starting to walk off. “And he’ll be providin’ me last upgrade. No one will want to replace me then...”

“What? Replace you? F.oxy, no one is going to--” B.onnie’s voice is pretty easily drowned out by the oncoming sloshing and churning and bubbling that comes from F.oxy walking around with such a heavy sack. The rabbit is finally starting to kick and wiggle around, not that it’s doing anything beyond keeping F.oxy’s cock hard and dripping. It’s perfect for his next plan.

All the while, B.onnie’s confines continue to grow warmer and muskier. The cum around him is starting to grow in volume, and he’s far too aware that it’s not all just from the fox. His blue fur is washing out, losing its color, and a tingling numbness is starting to spread along his body. He tries to call out for F.oxy to let him go--or for someone to help him. But even he can barely hear himself over the sounds of the churning nuts, and he keeps sputtering up cum that splashes into his open mouth.

When the numb sensation is spreading up his legs at an alarming rate, and through his hands, B.onnie starts to realize it’s too late. He winds up splashing backwards, going limp with a tired sigh. His ears are drooping too much to be solid, and his body is growing heavier and harder to move. The cum continues to boil and rise around him, and as it goes over his head, he can only hope that F.reddy will be alright.

By the time F.oxy arrives at the underground stage area, his nuts are rounded out completely and looking smaller. Still large, of course, drooping down to his knees, but there’s not much left that’d be recognizable as B.onnie. It’s just boiling cum and likely a much heftier sack. The need for release is getting more intense, and thankfully, his release of choice is leaning over right now as he tries to untangle some wires on the stage.

F.reddy lets out a surprised yelp and perks up when he feels a drooling cock push into his furry rump. He looks over his shoulder, blushing dark as he sees a grinning F.oxy looming over him. “F-F.oxy! Goodness, you scared me. Do you...mmnn...need some relief that badly?” Ever since they’d gotten those more adult upgrades, casually using one another for stress relief has become a regular part of their routines.

“Balls are bluer than the shining sea, Cap'n,” F.oxy says with a huff. Maybe as blue as a melted rabbit, even. F.oxy starts to lazily rock his hips, thrusting into F.reddy’s ass over and over. The pirate does contemplate for a moment that he’ll be out of ass to enjoy after this...but once he’s done, who would even be able to resist the advances of the improved fox? So he starts to thrust a bit faster.

F.reddy moans out, bracing himself on the floor. “I-I can tell...” F.oxy’s nuts are sloshing thickly with each roll of his hips and F.reddy can feel them slamming into the back of his thighs every time F.oxy thrusts into him. “Did you...get a bit carried away with your pirate roleplay again..?” It’s not the first time F.oxy has had such a heavy set of nuts when he likes to swing around on his ropes and snatch up customers.

“Nah, gotta li’l carried away with...a certain rabbit.” F.oxy grunts as he forces his full length into F.reddy, planting his hand down on the bear’s hip to hold him steady. He can already tell it’s working. His thrusting continues, but he’s not pulling out, instead making F.reddy’s entire body rock back and forth.

“H-Huh? Rabbit..?” F.reddy huffs and moans, feeling a very intense warmth starting to spread through him. “B...B.onnie..?” F.reddy is finding it a little difficult to think. He knows that there’s a connection he’s not making here, something that should be important.

“Mhmm~” F.oxy runs his hand along F.reddy’s side and shivers. He can feel his own hand now, and F.reddy’s body is growing warm. The legs that F.oxy’s massive nuts are sitting on no longer separate from him. They’re stuck together, and to his sack, and they’re starting to melt down into the same thing. “B.onnie and M.ontgomery...helped me with some new upgrades, just to make sure that no cowardly landlubbers got any funny ideas about me. And now, Cap'n, ye are gonna help, too.”

“H...Help...” F.reddy’s mind is growing fuzzier. The warmth spreading through his body is nice, comforting. He tries to move a bit but he finds it really difficult. He can’t curl his toes anymore, and his arms moved at some point, held down at his sides. He pants softly, something thick and salty starting to dribble from his maw. It’s not drool, it’s...

F.oxy rubs over his shaft, panting and thrusting against his own hand. F.reddy’s entire lower body is gone, mostly reduced to mass on F.oxy’s sack. His arms meld down with the rest of his body, leaving him as just a torso and head. But even that shape is changing, vein stretching up and his entire form changing to that of F.oxy’s cock. “That’s right, Cap'n. Yer helpin’ me...just give in...”

Only thick gurgles come from F.reddy, cum practically gushing out of his maw. It’s starting to shoot slightly, small ropes splattering over the stage. F.reddy’s mind is fading faster and faster. His vision grows dark around the edges, and that darkness is closing in fast. There’s a few more gurgles that might have been an effort to talk, but they stop. F.oxy can feel F.reddy’s mind completely break apart, just adding to his load, and the pirate finally roars out as he cums.

Cum splatters around the stage in a torrent, each rope shooting off a gallon of fresh fox seed. B.onnie, as well as whatever parts of F.reddy were unneeded, are painting the stage and the equipment on it. The walls and high ceiling of the underground section get splattered with white as well. And with each heavy fire of cum, F.oxy’s cock shrinks down a bit.

After several minutes straight of the biggest orgasm of his life, F.oxy flops onto his back with a deep huff. He’s sweaty now, his chest rising and falling as he takes heavy, labored breaths. Between his legs, his new cock dribbles a bit more cum onto the floor. It’s nearly a ten inches soft and thick enough that not even two hands could fully wrap around it. It’s colors have changed slightly, taking on a soft brown with a blue lightning bolt down the top half of it. Under that is a set of nuts as large as two grapefruit, far bigger than they’d ever been before.

By the time F.oxy gets back to his own room, it’s nearly an hour later, and he’s still tired. He stinks of musk and sex, and he finds that none of his normally baggy pants fit over his muscular thighs and ass, or his bulging cock. So he gives up on that and flops back onto his couch with a deep sigh. He’s certain now that they’ll never want to replace him. In fact, they’ll come crawling to him, begging for F.oxy to be the star of the show while they scramble to find some way to handle the sudden loss of most of their talent.