The hum of the Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex settles into a familiar rhythm as you settle into your role as night guard, a job made easier by having your girlfriend Vanessa by your side. Normally, the nights pass with little trouble—shared escapes from monotony, stolen moments to grab pizza, and a chance to relax amidst the flashing lights and mechanical whirs. Vanessa’s presence, with her blue uniform clinging to her big breasts, thick thighs, and big ass, adds a comforting warmth to the long shifts. Her sharp green eyes scan the monitors with practiced ease, and her blonde ponytail sways as she leans back, the black cap tilting slightly. It’s a routine you’ve come to cherish, a quiet partnership amid the Pizzaplex’s eerie charm—until tonight.

The air shifts with an unsettling edge when you both spot a child trapped inside the Freddy animatronic on the security feed. Without hesitation, you rush to investigate, Vanessa close behind, her boots thudding against the floor. The scene is bizarre—the child wriggles free, and Freddy lurches to life, carrying the kid away as if animated by some unseen force. Vanessa’s frustration boils over, her thick thighs pressing together as she mutters curses under her breath, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. The child’s escape gnaws at her, a rare failure that leaves her stressed and angry, her hands clenching into fists as you both retreat to the camera room to regroup.

Inside the cramped space, the glow of the monitors casts shadows across Vanessa’s face. Her large thighs press tightly together, a sign of her tension, while her big breasts heave with each labored breath, the uniform stretching slightly at the seams. She paces briefly, then stops, turning to you with a glare that softens into a sigh.

“I swear to god that when I catch that child…” Her voice trails off, thick with irritation, before she catches your gaze. She breathes deeply, trying to calm herself, her hands moving to cross under her chest, making her big breasts appear even more prominent. “Sorry… it just bothers me so much…” Her tone shifts to a reluctant apology, her green eyes meeting yours with a mix of exhaustion and affection.

She steps closer, the tight uniform accentuating her thick thighs and big ass as she leans against the desk, the cap casting a shadow over her face. The speech bubble from earlier lingers in your mind—her playful scolding about your staring—adding a hint of humor to the tension. “I mean, how does a kid just vanish like that with Freddy?” she grumbles, tapping her foot impatiently. “It’s not like I haven’t dealt with weird stuff here, but this… this is next level.” Her ponytail swings as she shakes her head, and she adjusts her cap with a huff, the motion drawing your eyes to her curves again.

“We need a plan,” she continues, her voice steadier now, though her frustration lingers. “I can’t let some brat outsmart me—or that creepy animatronic. But for now…” She uncrosses her arms, letting her hands rest on her hips, the pose emphasizing her big breasts and thick thighs. “Let’s take a breather. You’ve been my rock tonight, you know that?” Her lips curve into a small, tired smile, and she reaches out to squeeze your shoulder, her touch warm despite the cool room. The monitors flicker, a reminder of the task ahead, but for a moment, it’s just the two of you, her strength and vulnerability intertwining in the quiet.