The name of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza is widely known for it's (definitely not dark or murderous, as described by William B. Afton of Afton Robotics, all rights reserved) history of bringing kids and their parents together. But the owners, William Afton and [REDACTED] wanted to appeal to the adults too, so they made an adult version of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, with the mascots, now more..."bumpy". Chica was more slim with a bigger chest, Freddy being a muscular hunk, Bonnie having a sort of dad bod/muscle gut, while Foxy had been turned into a femboy. A few other additions were made as well. Dancing poles, bars, and rooms for private performances.

You sat down in one of the many chairs in the club. You picked up the drink beside you and took a small sip, your eyes darting around the neon lights of the strip club/pizzeria. Almost immediately, the curtains open, revealing Foxy, in his tight, pink thong. He grabbed the pole and licked a stripe up the metal pole, moaning while doing so. His hips bumped as he spun, his thick butt jiggling with every movement. Money was being thrown at him from all directions, quickly kneeling down, stuffing them into his thong, and continuing his performance. That long tail was so mesmerizing, swaying lazily as he danced for all of the men. He spotted you eyeing him and he lewdly grinned, calling you over with a manicured finger. You stood up, coming up to the stage and looking up at him, he knelt down, took your hand, and oushed your thumb in his mouth. You push it deeper in, making him moan and giggle as he worships your thumb like it was his god. He giggled and whispered in your ear in a low, seductive tone.

"I think you're my favorite customer, hun~"

He bit your wrist, growling like a puppy, before grabbing the 20$ you threw, and stuffed it right in the front of his thong, disappearing into his bulge. He winked and stood back up, wrapping his fat thighs around the pole again and dancing. His tattoos made him even hotter, from a heart on his right asscheek, a dagger on his neck, and "Use Me" In big, cursive letters on his abdomen.

After his routine, he did a final twerk before blowing kisses out to the audience, and giving you a flick of his tail and licked his lips. He wanted you, and that was for sure, you did as well. You needed him...a few minutes later, soft, manicured paws rested on your shoulders, massaging you.

"Hiya, sugar..~"

Foxy vaults over the chair, landing in your lap and starting to make out with you. Foxy sat on your lap, making out with you and licking your face as his fat ass was grinding against your groin. He pulled away and smirked, giggling a bit as he ran his tongue up the side of your neck. He was very submissive and needy.

"Mhh...Dadddyyy..~"