Patreon Prompt 358

Prompt: A security guard takes a job at an old pizzeria host to animatronic mascots who wander around at night. Every night, the security guard fails to stop the haunted mascots from getting into the office and fattening him up.

   The job sounded too good to be true. All Ted had to do was come two nights a week into a place called Tom the Tomcat’s Back Alley Bonanza to be the graveyard shift security guard. He had been going to the establishment of pizza and electronic animals ever since he was young, so he was ecstatic to work for the company. It was his pure optimism that led him to ignore the strange looks given by the managerial staff and the hefty legal waivers he needed to sign in favor of getting to work right away. It didn’t take him long to regret his decision.

   Two months after Ted had started working at the pizzeria, he got into his typical routine of blocking up all the entrances of the security room. Wheezing as he carried about a pudgy belly and thick butt cheeks, he tried to push himself to finish up before the time came. His mistake came in the few seconds he spent adjusting his shirt to keep his sagging man boobs at bay. The moment of hesitation left him a little too slow to block off the main access to prevent something from barging into the room.

   Forcing his way into the security area the animatronic of the infamous anthropomorphic black cat with a bow tie and green hat, Tom. Though Ted tried to back away from the creaking, metal menace,  his other exits became blocked as the rest of the cat’s mechanical crew broke through. Surrounded on all sides by a raccoon, a pigeon, and an alligator, he waited for the moment that they put their metallic fingers around him to seal his fate.

   Forced into his chair, Ted’s mouth was opened up so that Tom could stuff slices of gooey, cheese pizza into his mouth at a rapid pace. Peeking past the cat, Ted wasn’t surprised that each of the cat’s companions carried with them boxes filled with food. Glancing over at the security camera feeds, he watched as Dina Dog and Trash Heap Travis were hard at work making more meals to fatten him up. Thinking back to the first night he had succumbed to the machines’ feeding sessions, he couldn’t help feeling sorry for the thin body he used to have. Finding solace in his sizable paycheck and the abundance of food to keep him fed for the night, he figured a few more hundred pounds or so wouldn’t hurt.