It was another night at work. My job taking place in the late hours of the night. As a technician at Circus Baby‘s Entertainment and Rentals, I kept the establishment secure after hours, though a majority of my shifts eluded my memory. I had just got done securing the area surrounding Ballora Gallery and Funtime Auditorium. The last part left to do was checking on Circus Baby herself.
We usually stored Baby on view at Circus Gallery. She was dormant during off-hours like this, so I was expecting her to be asleep. To make sure everything was okay, however, I needed not wake her. The technician manual they gave me had that in red text, with a section about dangerous consequences or whatever. However, I was relatively relaxed. I'd done this countless times before; I probably wouldn't awake anything down here. Just a routine checkup.
I entered the Circus Gallery through the main entrance, finding her large storage room with many windows. White walls, grey floor, orange lights, and a single desk flanked the far end of the room. Baby sat there at the center of the stage, staring straight ahead. In her deactivated state, her eyes lacked their illumination. A microphone stood in front, with a few stools scattered around for convenient sitting when tinkering on her. Above the podium, a sign read, "Please Don't Disturb Powered Animatronics".
With my flashlight at the ready, I stepped inside, approaching Baby, who remained motionless. As she should. Her body shone under my light, but at a glance, I couldn't see abnormalities. Every fixture looked operational. Hell, even her position didn't change from yesterday's scheduled visit. Still, my heart pounded away, increasing in speed. I'm not a coward, but Baby always unnerved me. Way more than the other animatronics. There was just something about her human like appearance that frightened me. And yet, with some curves they designed for her, I couldn't help but feel aroused, too.
Was there anything wrong? I flicked over the contents of my company-issued manila folder. Looking over operating instructions, information on what parts to maintain, and other essentials; nothing seemed to be amiss. Not wanting to be presumptuous, I asked myself, do I need to move closer? I've checked her every day for a few months now, couldn't I just leave her this one time and end my shift? I sighed. No, I couldn't — My paranoia made me press on with my inspection.
Holding in a breath, I got closer to Baby. She still hadn't activated, and I was mere inches away. My hand was on the podium. With my flashlight, I tilted Baby's head down until she was looking at me. No damage on the face. Her body looked good. Didn't trigger her either. No alarming sounds, everything was fine.
A quiet sigh escaped my lips. Phew. As I thought, she was fine. I turned to leave the Gallery and complete my shift, satisfied that everything went smoothly.
My relief, however, was short-lived. While walking to exit number four, my foot hit something. It was too dark to know for sure what it was. The noise echoed like chimes, making me and Circus Baby flinch. Hold on. Flinch? "Shit!"
The complex machinery inside Baby whirred to life as the metal clanking in her reached new volumes, like a truck motor. Initially, she swayed slowly, eyes filling up with light and electrical energy. She sped up, the whole time her face transfixed on the only thing in the gallery she recognized as a ‘customer': Me. The whirring hit a crescendo, and Baby lunged towards me.
"Hello." Her voice was hushed, seductive, and innocent all at once. "You've been waiting for me to awaken, haven't you?"
Her mechanical hands reached out, grabbing my waist. She threw me up into the air and onto her shoulder. Blinded by the weak flickering lights overhead, I could only make out Circus Baby's blurry silhouette. With each step and rotation, Baby moved faster in the Gallery. Poor lighting prevented me from focusing on anything. A few moments later, she stopped, and my eyes adjusted.
Circus Baby had me in front of her, my chest pressed against the wall right next to an exit. After such rough manhandling, I was too dizzy to do more than lean against the wall for support. As Circus Baby leaned her metal body forward, her artificial mouth was close enough to touch mine. The cold flow of her stomach fan tickled my skin, and her frozen expression chilled the blood within me. "I'm going to make you feel better. You are my customer, after all."
She pulled my pants down with a huge, fusible hand. With a rip, my underwear fell apart, exposing me. Her large fingers grazed my shaft, cool to the touch. Baby's eyes shone brighter, and she smiled. "Is this what I think it is? A big cock, aching for relief. I can't wait to see how much pleasure I can give you. Let's get started right away."
With a whirr, her hand increased in speed,