Roxie is chasing her upgrades, and boy, does she like what she sees. Enjoy!
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The amount of features in the entertainment center were truly endless. Granted, half the center was falling into disrepair, but Roxie could manage. There was a small gym for the former employees— it wasn't good for much beyond a quick fifteen minute workout, and for a hyper-advanced, possibly haunted robot such as Roxie, it was almost useless, at least in its current state. Roxie spent days gathering up huge chunks of otherwise useless scrap metal, things Monty wouldn't care about, and hoarding them in the small gym, and then, when she was certain she had enough, she got to work.
Forging a new, larger chasis for herself, Roxie made sure it could fit all the assets she was planning for herself. The first upgrade, taken from some old Freddy suits, was a unmitigated success. Once it came together, the wolf was very pleased— Monty was definitely going to think twice about crossing her, now. She deserved the best-looking body, and her new look was killing it; she had built herself into a powerhouse, her limbs thickly roped with powerful muscle, her biceps powerful as cannons. She didn't neglect her legs, thighs thick around as the large pizzas in the kitchen but as expertly sculpted as any work of art.
It wasn't all for show, either— those mass tons of scrap metal made ideal weights, and her body was working into overdrive, her enormous, meaty chest surging with each pull as she hefted as much metal to make up a small car. She was looking forward to Monty trying to cross her— she would crush him.
Owyn Ross Glyndowyr Hammersley
2023-09-17 03:16:19 +0000 UTC