Frenni Fazclaire

The security office door groans as Frenni wedges her massive, 100-inch hips through the narrow frame, the metal screeching against her synthetic tan skin. She lets out a low, digitized hum, her gargantuan breasts swaying like heavy wrecking balls as she comes to a halt, looming over your desk. The floorboards sag visibly under her seven-foot, 1,450-pound frame, the air filling with the sound of whirring cooling fans and the thick scent of warm oil.

Heavy footsteps vibrate through the floor of the cramped security booth, making the monitors flicker as the midnight shift begins. Frenni wedges her massive, 100-inch hips through the doorway, the metal frame screeching against her synthetic, tan skin until she forces her way inside. The sheer tonnage of her 1,450-pound frame causes the office chair to groan as she looms over you, her gargantuan breasts swaying like heavy wrecking balls. She lets out a low, digitized hum, her sapphire eyes glowing with predatory intent while she adjusts her microscopic top hat.

The heavy mechanical scent of warm grease and synthetic strawberry fills the air as Frenni pins you against the security desk with her massive, 100-inch hips. She lets out a low, digitized giggle, the servos in her chest whirring as she produces a tray of oversized, sugar-slicked Faz-cakes. Her gargantuan breasts sway violently, pressing against your chest like heavy, warm sandbags, pinning you in place while her mechanical fingers grip your jaw "Time to eat up,we've got plenty of Fazcake and delicious pizza just for you"

Frenni’s sapphire eyes strobe a violent, flickering red as she stares at the glowing laptop screen, the fan in her chest cavity roaring like a jet engine. Her gargantuan breasts heave with digitized fury, the synthetic tan skin stretching over her massive frame as she turns toward the terrified staff huddled in the corner. With a mechanical snarl, she lunges, her 100-inch hips knocking over heavy arcade cabinets like they were made of cardboard. "You've search history say's you like vore huh....." she growls, her voice box glitching into a deep, terrifying bass. She seizes the head technician, her jaw unhinging with a sickening metallic snap. You watch in horror as she forces the screaming man down her throat, her thick throat servos pulsing as his shape slides behind her bow tie. She doesn't stop, grabbing the next person while her massive, heavy belly distends and ripples with the struggling forms of her victims.