She loses the shirt

Looking over her options it was clear that she would be able to close the doors if needed, however, as soon as the recording stopped Grace felt something... wrong. It was like she was being watched, though thanks to the cameras she definitely was.

Something reached out from behind her and grabbed her chest. A pair of furry hands had found her mounds and was eagerly squeezing and molesting her. Grace howled and tried to look back, only to see a warped version of the animatronic she had expected. It was clearly supposed to be Freddie, however, the animatronic had wide hips and massive tits. It was clearly female and was barely clothed.

A loud tear could be heard as Grace's shirt was ripped off her. She was left in her bra, her own mounds exposed to the cameras. She tried to cover and Freddie seemed satisfied with her price. The animatronic locked eyes with Grace and started to grope one of its own oversized tits. "Too small." The animatronic voice stated. "Fix needed."

Freddie walked out taking the shirt with her, as Grace was left there. What did it mean too small? Was it talking about her tits? If the animatronics thought that she was one of them would they try and give her those massive mounds? She couldn't be sure, but she decided to try and keep the doors shut for now.