Fat Game Women x Male Readers (Slow Update)

Into the Abyss (Roxanne Wolf)

Roxanne Fox x Reader

Art by Chubchubbyart

I sneaked into the dark, destroyed complex, hiding from the menacing security bots that patrolled the area. As I cautiously made my way through the wreckage, two conflicting thoughts nagged at my mind. First, was I truly so insecure that I allowed myself to be peer pressured into venturing into this terrifying children's hell hole, just to prove my bravery? And secondly, I was here to see if my infatuation with an animatronic was real.

Suddenly, a sound caught my attention. Without hesitation, I swiftly dove into an air vent, seeking refuge until the coast was clear. But it seemed that luck had abandoned me, as the vent I was hiding in gave way, plunging me into the twisted depths of the complex.

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Groaning in pain, I pulled myself out of the broken vent and found myself in the pitch-black basement. As I rubbed my throbbing head, I surveyed my surroundings with a sense of dread.

"Oh God, where am I?" I winced, my voice reverberating through the desolate hallways.

The basement had an industrial, utilitarian feel to it, a stark contrast to the vibrant and alluring main floor. Dripping water echoed throughout the barren walls, accompanied by eerie sounds echoing in the distance.

"Perhaps this is the perfect place to procure evidence of my descent into this wretched mall," I muttered, surprised at how much I cared about the foolish bet rather than my own safety. Rubbing my aching back, I aimlessly began to wander in an unknown direction.

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The dimly lit halls stretched endlessly before me, devoid of any signs of life except for the occasional malfunctioning service droid. I relied on my phone as a source of light, but for whatever reason it kept shutting off and I had to wait for several seconds to turn it on, weird.

Lost in this bizarre labyrinth of a basement, I stumbled upon discarded, broken fragments of machinery and animatronic figures. It felt as though this place was a graveyard for discarded creations.

And then I heard it. My skin crawled as the sound of metal scraping against the cold concrete floor reverberated through the deteriorating walls. Gears whirled and metal clanked, signaling the approach of an immense, unknown entity from the darkness. Two broken, glowing eyes fixated upon me, casting a haunting red glow.

Frantically, I attempted to shine my light on the approaching figure, but in that moment, it flickered off, leaving me paralyzed with fear. As the colossal form loomed over me, sharp claws emerged from the crimson glow.

"Broken... hungry..." it growled, its voice warped and distorted, sending shivers down my spine. I braced myself for the imminent attack, preparing to be torn to shreds until it spoke again, catching me off guard.

"Am... I... pretty?"

Slowly, I lowered my arms as my phone's light flickered back on. Before me stood an enormous wolf, grotesquely disfigured and clearly female. It was Roxanne Wolf, a once-beloved animatronic that had fallen into a state of decay. Standing at a towering height of seven feet and possessing a substantial girth, she was a sight to behold.

Her body was gigantic and fat, or whatever is equivalent to fat for an animatronic. Her chest was big, round and heavy, stretching her red and black top past the tearing point. Her hard dome of a stomach stretched out far from her body all supported two metallic pillars that groaned and clacked with every lumbering step. Her shattered visage, resembling that of a deranged beast, accompanied her wild and unkempt hair. Her cracked and broken exterior revealed glimpses of her engorged endoskeleton, with a viscous black substance oozing from her ravaged joints.

Conflicting emotions overwhelmed me. On one hand, confirmation that my feelings for my favorite animatronic were still present. On the other, terror to the point of near-soiling my pants. Desperate not to meet my demise at the hands of this formidable, broken wolf, I instinctively blurted out the first thing that came to mind.

"Yes, you're pretty!"

Silence hung in the air, broken only by the subtle mechanical movements within Roxanne's bloated frame. Then, to my surprise, she smiled.

"Yes... I am beautiful," she declared proudly. "Do you love me?" Her articulation improved with each interaction.

"Um..." I stammered nervously as my panic resurfaced.

"Do you love me?!" she roared angrily, her long, sharp claws gripping my arms tightly.

"Yes, yes, I do!" I hurriedly responded.

Her grin grew wider, revealing her discolored teeth. "Oh yes, I am the best," she boasted, her paw resting on her ample chest. Keeping a firm hold on my arm, she turned and began lumbering back into the darkness, dragging me along.

"Hey, where are you taking me?" my voice quivered as I attempted to free myself from her iron grasp. But her grip remained unyielding.

"I'm hungry, and it's impolite to keep a specimen like myself waiting," she replied casually, almost as if this were a date.

"But I..." I began, but it was a grave mistake. Her claws tightened around my wrist, causing me to drop my phone. A searing pain shot through my arm as warm liquid trickled down, heralding a grim fate that awaited me.

"I said I'M HUNGRY!" she roared, her eyes transforming into menacing lasers of red. "I need to feast, or I'll wither away!" My horror grew exponentially as she opened her jaws, engulfing my head within its merciless grip. I thrashed about in panic, expecting the imminent crunch of my skull. But to my astonishment, she refrained from biting down. As I peered into the abyss of her gaping mouth, I discerned her true intentions. Nestled within her expansive throat lay a grotesque conglomerate of twisted, metallic animatronic skeletons. Broken wires and shattered circuit boards intertwined into a macabre assortment of internal organs, a Frankenstein's monster of mechanical engineering. Her sustenance relied upon consuming the remnants of her fallen brethren to sustain her energy. With a sharp, predatory grin, she withdrew her razor-sharp maw, casting upon me a condescending glare accompanied by a feral snarl.

Silently and without hesitation, the colossal wolf animatronic seized me in her grasp and trudged deeper into the shrouded abyss. I fought valiantly against her iron-tight claws, but my struggles proved futile. As the faint remnants of light surrendered to the overwhelming darkness, I realized that daylight would forever elude me.

"Oooh! Now I have a cute little fan to pet and love and cherish and squeeze" Roxanne growled gleefully, the massive frame of her body emitting sparks and scraping sounds as the darkness enveloped us completely. "I'll take you home and lock you in a nice little cage, and never never ever let you out, except to pet you, and love you, and hug you, and squeeze you all up! Won't that be fun?"