#siberat prompts

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*ordering fast food voice* Can I get uhhh...

Solo Phar/ma drabble?

Mayybee with him being jealous over Rat/chet and Dri/ft's relationship, specifically invested in the food and eating aspect. So he just fantasizes and imagines that he's being fed by Rat/chet or whatever while stuffing his face...

idk I just really like anthing with Phar/ma :3

( I did miss one aspect of your request, I am so sorry but here it is)

Life wasn’t fair.

 Pha/rma slammed himself back in his chair, crossed his arms over his cockpit, and pouted. The jet could obsessively spy on the other Doctor using spy cameras, and he did not like what he saw.

And just what did he see?

Rat/chet apparently took the plunge and conj/ux’ed up with some other, less deserving mech. Some ex’C/on named Dr/ift.  His love was getting all lovey-dovey with a sportscar, nonetheless. Cuddles. Kisses. His dear Rat/chet was all smiles and laughs as he spent his evenings pampering over this…this… pretty boy buy-mech.

What did Rat/chet ever do for him? Pha/rma growled, taking another massive bite of his snack.  ‘Oh, I’m sorry. I won’t be able to make it to your ceremony. I have to work late,’ or ‘That was tonight?’ His personal favorite was, ‘You knew I was busy and couldn’t get the night off…’

 That line still cut deeply. Was it asking too much to have his peer with him to celebrate his achievements?

Obviously, that answer was yes. The red-and-white Doctor always seemed to have an excuse to get away from doing things with him. Slag, he doubted his colleague even cared when they were separated so far away when the whole Del/phi post came up.

Pha/rma snorted as he shoved a massive mouthful of chocolate cake and its wrapper tossed onto the floor. Optics furrowed as he angrily sucked icing off his fingers. Rat/chet never made time for him, yet tripped all over this Dr/ift douchebag. Yeah, optics rolled at that truth.

Just what did this grounder have that he didn’t? Pri/mus, he was a prestigious doctor and was from the same class! Just who wouldn’t want a refined, cultured mech such as himself hanging on your arm as you gloated around the party, boasting of one’s accomplishments? The jet’s optics furrowed as a toothy sneer appeared on his face.

One of those accomplishments should be sporting such a catch of a con/jux! He was talking of himself, mind you, not this…this silly imposter that stole his glory! The grounder wasn’t even that good-looking!

With a heavy sigh, Pha/rma blindly reached for a box of fancy chocolates as his stomach grumbled. The fancy ribbon was ripped off, and the lid was pushed aside. Without tearing his optics off the video screen, fingers idly snagged a candy and popped it into his mouth. The sweetness of the cadmium rushed across his tongue, only temporarily numbing the pain of watching his crush swoon over another mech. Even when he pinched and rubbed at his now swollen belly, the sting of anger and jealousy did not ebb. But one after the other, those candies were devoured. One by one, his gut grew taunt.

Apparently, the jet wasn’t the only one who developed a sweet tooth.

Over the spying sessions of the surveillance cameras, Rat/chet loved providing a slew of different foods for Dr/ift to taste. By the swelling of that swords/mech’s frame, Dr/ift enjoyed consuming them. So, now Pha/rma had to endure watching his medic spoon-feed the disgusting ex-C/on.

And watch in envy at all the belly rubs that ensured. Yeah, his first balking at Dr/ift getting fatter was filled with laughter and ridicule: just look how that once sleek frame rounded out! It wouldn’t take long for Rat/chet to ditch this pig and come running to where he belongs: in HIS arms!

But something must be wrong with Rat/chet’s processor, for instead of being repulsed, his servo couldn’t stop groping. Those hands- technically, his hands- kneaded and caressed that chubby belly all hours of the evening. Rolls were gently pinched and loving swats slapped the amble aft. Ratch just couldn’t get enough of that ever-softening frame.

Seeing the playful banter, love-struck smiles, and ogling optics made Pha/rma sick! This should have been him! But now, all he could do was stare at this screen in the middle of the night and watch what should have been his.

Rat/chet should be feeding him spoonful after spoonful of such fine, decadent sweets! Those hands should ghost over his frame, tickle down his cockpit, and snake into the seams of his plating! It would be sublime to lay across the CMO’s frame, having the grounder whisper how great yours truly was in his audial as warm smiles were tossed for his enjoyment! To have his godly frame worshipped….

Why did Rat/chet never touch him like that? His belly needed rubbing. His plating had long grown taunt with the onslaught of never-ending sweets shoved down his maws. His once sleek frame softened, love handles gathered along his sides, and his thighs thickened. Slag, his cockpit had more difficulty clicking back into place upon transforming back into root mode.

Everything Dr/ift had, he had. Everything Dr/ift could provide, he could offer better.

The jet grimaced, swallowing hard before banging his servo on his chest. Reaching for the fizzy ener/gon drink, Pha/rma took a hearty swig. The sting of the strong carbonation was ignored as he chugged, hoping to drown his sorrows. His chair squeaked and groaned, threatening to give out, as he leaned back to tip the rest of the beverage from the bottle.

The only thing this accomplished was making his tummy swell and churn even more. Painful quakes erupted, placing such an uncomfortable pressure on his insides. It felt like he swallowed a bomb that was on the verge of exploding. A loud, high-pitched wail emitted from his midsection as servos clutched the quivering mass.

‘Pri/mus,’ Pha/rma muttered, closing his optics as this pressure rose in his throat. His pedes shuffled uncomfortably on the floor as the jet squirmed in his seat. A fist banged on his chest again. He cleared his throat.

If only Rat/chet were here to soothe his aching belly! To feel those servo caress his belly, working out the clenching and spasming with his touch, would simply be divine. Pha/rma’s own hands rubbed tiny little circles across his angry paunch, but it wasn’t the same. It would feel- and look- so much better if Rat/chet were on his knees worshipping his stuffed belly… placing kisses along his acquired stretch marks, cooing nice words to him, and calming this grumbling monster!

“Blllooooourrrrrrrgghhhaaaaapppp!” Pha/rma’s optics shot wide open at the uncultured behavior.

The sound echoed through the empty room, reminding him of how alone he was.

Rat/chet would never be here.

Rat/chet never wanted him.

Rat/chet never took notice of him.

Now was the time to dig into that rich, red velvet cake.

#chubformers #Siberat prompts #siberat chubby drabbles

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could i request some ratchet belly rubs? :3

Retirement Present

ratchet x first aid. Cw: stuffing, belly rubs

The best time to enjoy having a day off work was the night before. This way, your evening could be spent doing fun things, like drinking, wild parties, and berth acrobatics.

Well, perhaps if you weren’t the former CMO, that is.

Of course, he was invited out for drinks at Swe/rve’s. While he made an appearance, he reached his limits after only two drinks. No, he wasn’t sloshed. His days of getting overcharged were long gone.

He had a more homey plan for the evening. The tired medic was looking forward to spending the evening in a habsuit being tended to. His admirer promised pampering, and Ratch/et knew what he was getting into.

Well, kind of.

Fir/st Ai/d was a very dedicated doctor… but he was diligent in ensuring his once-superior was properly taking care of himself. The younger medic put 110 percent into everything he did. While this can be overwhelming at times, Ratch/et appreciated the mech’s good intentions.

Once he received the ping that Ai/d was ready, Ratch/et bid his farewells to his buddies, exited the bar, and headed to the other’s habsuit. His mind wandered as to what was to be served, and he licked his lips in anticipation.

Once before the new CMO’s door, Ratch/et knocked, entering only when Ai/d told him so.

“I told you, Rat/ch,” the younger medic chided. “You do not have to knock to enter my space. You are always welcome.”

“I know… just habit.”

“Well, take a seat. Supper will be plated up momentarily.”

Ratch/et did as he was told, parking his frame at the kitchen table. The aroma was tantalizing, thick with the mouthwatering promise of deliciousness. The first breath nearly made him salivate: his belly gave a loud, demanding grumble. Servo’s went to the source, gently rubbing the needy paunch.

“Was that your tummy I heard?” Ai/d giggled, walking out with a large plate of freshly made meatloaf- his signature dish!  Upon setting the plate down, Ratch/et admired the big log slathered in thick red sauce. His tastebuds were in for a party tonight!

“How big a slice you want?” Ai/d asked, serving utensils at the ready.

With a grin on his face, Ratch/et answered while slapping his belly. “Pile it on.”

“Atta boy.” The smaller medic beamed, cutting several thick slices of meatloaf and stacking them on the other plate. Scoops of creamy mashed potatoes and a hearty serving of crystal veggies filled the remaining space. “Here ya go!”

A plate was served for himself, and mugs of energon joined the mix. Once his host picked up his utensils, Ratch/et dug in. And that first bite was divine—the flavors tantalizingly dancing over his taste receptors. The meat was ever so rich and savory, and the sauce had just the right amount of sweetness!

Ratch/et loved Fir/st Ai/d’s cooking. To be honest, he did not have high hopes for the first dinner offered, but the younger doctor was full of surprises. And once it was known how much the former CMO loved them, the other went overboard. Lunches were soon packed, and even breakfasts to be consumed during the workday's first break.

It was no wonder Ratch/et put on weight.

No sooner was the first dish cleared were seconds offered and devoured. And Ai/d couldn’t keep his optics off that belly as it grew taunt. Of course, the chubby mech teased by rubbing his servo over that stuffed belly as if daring the other to jump from his chair and pounce.

Surprisingly enough, the overenthusiastic mech showed restraint.

At least until dessert was served. And how could anyone resist a triple-layered vanilla cake slathered in rich chocolate frosting with geode crumbles littering the top? Despite being so full, Ratch/et couldn’t pace up a slice of cake!

However, Fir/st Ai/d knew the other doctor would need help, and he was eager to provide assistance. So, once the wedge of cake was served, Ai/d walked behind Ratch/et and wrapped his arms around that broad, wide frame.

His servos went to gently knead at the accumulation of fat that swelled over hips. The love handles were always such a delight to play with- so soft and squishy! Ai/d nearly squealed with joy as his servos slid between the deep roll adorning the side- it was so warm and welcoming! But the best was feeling how taunt that tummy grew from the feast.

This was not only a sign of a good meal but a good cook. And Ai/d took pride in being able to pamper the other. How many vorns had he sat back and watched the former CMO take care of everyone else and neglect himself? And yes, Ai/d was aware that doctors tended to do that, but now it was the other’s turn to be doted upon.

What better way to show you care through one’s belly- be it filling it up or rubbing it down?

And Ai/d's hands explored all over that large, now grumbling belly. And any grumbles were chased down and soothed, all while the other worked to finish the giant slice of cake. When Ratch/et began to slow, those servos gave gentle pats, working to best burp that belly.

The now-CMO just loved how embarrassed Ratch/et became upon releasing those belches. His cheeks would redden, and he’d always excuse himself. But this just encouraged more burping. After all, the trapped air was better out than in —it made more room for cake!

But the sound of silverware dropping on an empty plate signaled the completion of the meal- same with the seated medic leaning back with a sigh.

“Have your fill?” Ai/d asked, giving the shoulder a loving pat.

“Stuffed. That meal was my favorite…. And I think I overdone it…” Ratch/et looked at his swollen midsection, ghosting a servo over the now-angry beast.

“Awww, poor baby.” Ai/d coaxed the older medic to scoot his chair out, then spread his chunky legs. Naturally, servos rested on those plush thighs as Ai/d got to his knees. “Don’t worry, you’re in good hands. I’ll take care of this achy belly for you.”

And that is just what the newly appointed CMO did. Now that he had the best seat in the house, his hands roamed over the rounded and firm belly crest. The touches were soft and tickling at first, making the older medic stifle some laughs. But soon enough, those palms stretched out flat and slid in circles over that belly.

Every spasm and quake were felt in the medic’s hands. The grinding of gears whined out as such a large meal attempted digestion. Plating bulged and seams widened. It wasn’t long before that strained belly paneling was removed, freeing the swollen protomesh that was stuffed within.

Ratch/et leaned back, relaxing at the touch. The belly rubs were awkward when first offered. No mech had ever offered them before, and he did not see the appeal of rubbing a stuffed belly. But Ai/d assured him the touch of servos on an angry belly was the best remedy.

Of course, Ratch/et claimed Pep-to was, but Ai/d eagerly proved him wrong.

Never again did Ratch/et slap away those prodding hands! He loved feeling the warmth they provided as they explored his growing frame. It was as if he could feel all the care and love emanating from those servos, and nothing relaxed him as well after a hearty meal.

The aching soon died away as those servos worked their magic. His belly was patted, pinched, and caressed all in the name of soothing. Burps were stifled as tired sighs exhaled. These touches could really put a mech to sleep!

Another sensation joined the mix. It was gentle yet wet and followed by a sucking sensation. Glancing down, Ratch/et discovered the younger doctor happily mouthing at his abdomen. Of course, those servo’s still roamed over his belly.

Those lips tickled as they placed soft kisses down the rounded abdomen. That tongue tickled as it traced long, zig-zagging stress marks.  That mouth felt inviting and warm as it sucked the pliable flab at the bottom of the tummy.  And those teeth pinched when biting at said flab.

“AH AH!” Ratch/et chided, wagging a finger, but still wearing a smile on his face. “What did I say about biting?”

Ai/d rolled his optics. “No biting.”

“There’s a good mech.” Ratch/et patted the top of the other doctor’s helm, relaxing back into the chair. However, this was short-lived. A new sensation was felt on his belly, but it wasn’t a bite. It was a long, hard-sucking sensation.

And by the time Ratch/et realized the other was placing a hickey on his chub, there was no stopping it.

#chubformers #Siberat prompts

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Prompt idea: Belly motorboating/kissing. Bonus if that belly is painfully full after being stuffed to the gills lol

It felt like an enormous bowling ball was resting on his midsection, pressing down on his frame as he lay on the berth. His frame felt so heavy. Every move felt damn near impossible! It was as if he was trapped in the stickiest glue that refused to give up its hold. Thankfully, the berth was soft and cozy. Silk sheets definitely added luxurious comfort.

Just how did he end up in this predicament?

Swer/ve groaned. He knew the answer: his big mouth. This time, he didn’t talk himself into trouble but ate himself into trouble. All because of some stupid bet. And his pride. The bet: a bunch of ‘B/ots at the bar claimed that one of his advertised dishes was a scam. You know, if you can eat this whole meal, it’s on the house! Now, why would the minicon offer something he didn’t stand behind?

The meal can be consumed in one sitting.

And the bets were made. Credits slammed on the table, and mechs jeeringly told the barkeep to put his mouth to good use then and prove it.

Usually, he’d talk his way out of it, but upon seeing Blu/rr place his bet, the red and white bot changed his mind.

Blu/rr was betting in his favor, claiming he could devour this whole meal in one sitting.

How could he back out now that his crush was cheering him on?

So, Swer/ve gobbled up the large turkey feast, which consisted of an extra-large portion of cyber turkey, twice-baked lithium potatoes, creamy mac and cheese with little slivers of bacon sprinkled on top, stuffing, and, of course, two generously sized dinner rolls.

It was a struggle to get that smorgasbord of a meal down his throat, and he had the food sweats to prove it as he set the silverware down on the empty plate. He was about to gloat when a large slice of cherry pie sat before him. Suddenly, he remembered this menu item included dessert.

No one knew who groaned louder: Swer/ve of his belly.

But now he lay, painfully stuffed belly up on a silky-smooth berth. He was a richer mech tonight! But that’s not what revved his engines the most. The fact that he laid in Blu/rr’s berth was the best reward possible.

All throughout the feast, his idol was the only mech rooting for him, giving him encouraging words and adoring smiles as his optics raked up and down his rounding frame. Pri/mus, it looked like Blu/rr would rather use his servos to touch and fondle his flab!

Swer/ve wouldn’t have objected, but he did have a bet to win.

He felt the berth shift around him. Peeking up, he received a wondrous sight! Blu/rr was crawling over him like a cybercat, engines purring as a trail of kisses traveled down his chest and onto the belly’s crest.

Swer/ve couldn’t stop staring. Seeing those lips pursed as they kissed at the taunt paunch was ever so alluring! Seeing those doe-like optics stare up at him just ground his gears! Feeling that tongue dart out to have a taste of that bloated belly nearly fried his circuits. Soon that mouth sucked gently at protoform- licking where it was taunt and sucking where adipose accumulated.

And for good measure, a few bites were added in.

And those servos? They kneaded at the soft, dough-like flab along his sides. Fingers dug in and gently pinched, slapped, and groped at love handles as if they were stress-relief toys. Thick thighs were tickled and traced. Swer/ve’s cooling fans whirled to life. This touch sent electric-like pulses to surge throughout his scorching frame, causing him to wiggle and squirm. Suddenly, the minicon felt so alive… and on fire!

Pri/mus, when was the last time the barkeep felt so cherished? No one ever paid him any attention- aside from demanding another drink. Yet here he was, laying in his crush's berth, getting all the compliments his spark could desire. Hearing Blu/rr gently moan as his mouth worshiped the now grumbling beast while hands lavished was just too much! And seeing a sly smile appear on the racer’s face was too good.

However, that should have been a clue. The other’s helm dropped out of view as the servos smooshed the flabby underside of the tummy together. Swer/ve squealed in laughter (and a few burps) when that face shook within his tummy flab.

Pri/mus. He can now say he had his tummy motorboated

…….

sorry I didn’t get into more detail about the painful aspect. I’ll have to make sure I copy the prompt to my laptop when I write. Hope you like! I had to take this down a bit for tumblr. lol.

#chubformers #Siberat prompts #Moaterboating #Belly worhsip #Stuffing

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Eat your slop

dead/lock x Ratch/et, minor chubfic, petplay, pede licking

dealer’s choice prompt before I resume the others.

Primus can only imagine if anyone walked in and saw someone of his nature like this. Just what would his fellow Dela/tran doctors think? He was forced to his hands and knees, with a choke collar around his neck and a Decep/ticon towering over him.

They wouldn’t mistake this as foul play, for the medic’s engines were revving, and fans were running full throttle. His interface panels released the goods as soon as Dead/lock belted out his first order.

“Lick my pedes, you welp.” Dead/lock sneered as his one pede stomped on the lead, pulling his slave closer to the ground.

How much of this could his joints take? But Ratch/et did not hesitate to press his lips to that dark gray pede. With a strong desire to please, the tongue flicked out, starting at the bottom corner and ever so slowly traced along the corner.

It didn’t matter that said pede tasted of rusted metal, dirt, and grime of wherever the ‘Con traveled that day. Servo’s joined the mix, rubbing the other side of the foot.

“Ahh-Ahh!” A sharp crack rang through the air, and the doctor flinched. His flabby aft was slapped by a clawed servo.

That was going to leave a mark!

“Did I tell you to use your hands?” The standing mech chided, and the other shook his helm no. “I expect my pets to be obedient, especially if they wish to be rewarded.”

Ratch/et nodded, knowing better than to speak out of turn.

“Get on with it!”

The Auto/bot continued, fervently licking his glossa over the pede, placing kisses as his mouth traveled around the pede. Once removed, the other pede was offered, and Ratch/et immediately went to work.

“What a good little pup,” Dead/lock cooed, intently staring at the other mech worshiping his pedes. “Looks like you are finally learning your place, hmmm?”

Ratch/et didn’t answer. He didn’t stop sliding his tongue over the tangly metallic taste of the foot. He knew better. Plus, he knew what the reward was. Well, at least one of them. He had to pick it up on his way over.

It was a large order from a very good takeout place in Dela/tran. He picked up his favorites: homestyle meatloaf, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and fried cyberchicken. Of course, his love’s favorites were brought along, consisting of greasy burgers, fried lithium potatoes, spicey ramen, and hashbrowns.

And let's not forget about the desserts! Both mechs had such a sweet tooth—this was so bad that the medic picked up doubles of whatever treats he wanted because he just knew Dead/lock would try to claim them all!

No wonder both had started gaining some weight over the course of their hooking up. True, Dead/lock didn’t bulk up nearly as much as the medic- warriors needed to be in shape after all. ( Although Ratch/et had hoped the food would satiate the best and make him ditch the Decep/ticon cause.)

“Enough.” Dead/lock removed his pede and the tension on the leash. He walked over to the large takeout bags and began taking out the dishes and plating some of the food.

 The teeth of the choke collar relented, allowing the medic some comfort. He sat back on his pedes- he was not permitted to stand. But he anxiously awaited- he knew what was coming. He heard the takeout lids being opened. But the contents were being dumped? Why not just eat it out of the container?

As soon as his Master turned, the medic saw a huge bowl. With questioning optics, Ratch/et tilted his helm.

Dead/lock gave a crooked smile.

“My little pup hungry?”

Ratch/et nodded his helm.

“Well, despite your prior insolence, you shall be rewarded.” The bowl was placed on the floor. Looking inside, all of his meals were dumped in and mixed together.

Ratch/et gave a puzzled look.

“Eat your slop, pup.”

His belly grumbled- he was famished! And it was clear he was not to dine at a table tonight. Returning to his hands and knees, Ratch/et bent down and shoved his face into the bowl, eating like a lowly cyber-animal while his Master observed from above, cooing words of praise.

His engines revved even harder. Primus, the food tasted amazing! Even better was feeling Dead/lock's servo patting him on the helm before groping over his chubbier frame.

#chubformers #Siberat prompts

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I saw a while back you did some art of pregnant chubby drift and honestly I'd love to hear whatever headcanons or short stories you got on it tbh, we need more pregnant chubby drift in life

( added the art pic as well)

Due to his current state, the living room was the most used room nowadays. Expecting their first batch of spark/lings in the next few weeks, Dr/ift spent most of his time lying in the berth or cozied up on the sofa watching podcasts. The heft of carrying three spark/lings weighed him down.

Literally.

As his servos rubbed over his swollen- and sometimes moving- belly, he recalled the time he discovered their carrying. All the classic signs were there: morning sickness, mood changes, excessive tiredness, and, oh boy, the food cravings!

While Dr/ift considered him to have a broad palette, the treats he suddenly desired were out in left field. His normal foods were healthy, nutritious, and tasty. Now, his belly had an insatiable desire for sweets, briny foods such as pickles, and cakes.

The start was simple at first- the medic's snacks would be stolen from cupboards, or extra sugar cubes would be placed in the hot energon beverage in the morning. But as the days passed, the yearning for junk food seemed limitless! He’d reach in to steal another packaged cake to find he had long consumed them all. After supper, he would take seconds on those desserts Rat/chet was fond of. Ice cream was usually devoured with crumbled-up cookies and chocolate. And who can resist chocolates, peanut butter, and rich and creamy puddings?

This binge-snacking soon caught up with him: he sported a belly bulge. Yes, he was mortified at first, trying to hide his weight gain from his lover. His once sleek and tight frame now dropped and sagged. How could anyone find this blobby mess appealing? The swords/mech spent hours in front of the mirror grimacing as he pinched at the squishy, newly formed rolls. He nearly screamed in horror when he checked out his now wider aft in the mirror.

 And when the CMO discovered that starter belly, Dr/ift, being very cranky, nearly bit his head off, whaling in shame and defensive anger. And then he locked himself in the berthroom and cried, feeling guilty for becoming so irate with his lover. That was the longest night ever. Of course, Rat/chet attempted to soothe his distraught lover through the closed door, but it was useless.

However, the next day, the thought hit him like a ton of bricks. Was he carrying? Dr/ift nearly squealed with joy after picking up a test and testing himself! And you can imagine the excitement to be had upon his con/jux returning home. Both were delighted and celebrated.

With cakes, ice cream, and pickles, of course.

The evenings now consisted of pampering sessions. That belly swell was cherished, treated almost as if it were another living entity as Rat/chet stroked, caressed, and baby-talked it at any chance. Dr/ift briefly got jealous. Just kidding! He loved how Rat/chet cooed over his baby bump, smiling whenever gazing upon its swelled mass. Slag, when snuggling, the medic made out with the belly almost as much as he did with Dr/ift.

Anything Dr/ift could ever desire, Rat/chet provided. If there was a midnight craving and Dr/ift attempted to wobble his larger frame to the kitchen, Rat/chet would bark for him to lay back down as he got up to fix the desired dish. Even better was how the medic insisted on spoon-feeding him the treat, then rubbed his belly, whispering adoring words of encouragement as they drifted back into recharge.

Let’s face it: Rat/chet comes across as a crotchety old fart at times, right? However, he was such a doting creator. Whenever ankles would be swollen, he was there to rub them. Needed creams rubbed on his stretching and therefore itching protomesh? Rat/chet would eagerly rub some on. Later on, when Dr/ift really got huge, Rat/chet would help him shower, washing all the areas the swords/mech had trouble reaching on his own. Yeah, servo’s wondered, but use your imagination for that.

All the while, the doctor would continuously tell Dr/ift how much he was loved. If there were any doubts of still being attracted to such a large, bloated frame, Rat/chet reassured how hot the T/IC still looked. The frame of an expecting mech was a glorious sight to behold- just knowing his spark/lings were healthily growing filled his spark with pride and joy. He’d also show this admiration with all the kisses, cuddles, and caresses. Slag, one evening was spent with the medic kissing every part of the carrying mech’s frame.

The spark/ling room was all decorated and prepared for the arrival of their little ones. Pictures of cute cyberducks hung on the walls, three cribs with an excellent wood stain lined the back wall, and a study rocking chair rested in the corner of the room. Whatever the carrier would want, the other provided. Many nights, while Dr/ift was still relatively mobile, the pair would just gaze upon the nursery. Rat/chet held Dr/ift in his arms, kissing at neck cables as hands lovingly roamed over that big ol’ belly. Rat/chet would smile, proclaim his love to his con/jux, and tell him how much joy the swords/mech brought him.

Rat/chet always wanted to be a father

…. Hope you enjoy! Thanks for the prompt!

#chubformers #siberatart #Siberat prompts #mpreg #mechpreg

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Another little prompt idea for you: a bot baby talking and cooing at their partner’s jiggly belly? Bonus points if partner pretends to be exasperated but finds the attention very endearing lol

Sitting back in his chair never felt better! In fact, Vor/tex reclined the chair back to lessen the pressure on his overly stuffed tummy. This was new to him: usually, it was A/id who enjoyed packing down the food. However, the ‘C/on, being a smart-aft, spoke taunting words to the Auto/bot.

And the Auto/bot called him out on it.

So, the roles were reversed. Instead of Vor/tex proudly showing off and feeding his lover the full-course meal, A/id got his payback. And the chopper couldn’t back down- he never backed down from a challenge! What kind of Deceptic/on would he be if he chickened out? Especially to an Auto/bot?

He was way too proud for that.

Plus, it was rather rewarding to see A/id’s face light up with glee as he took charge for once. The once meek and timid Auto/bot finally grew a pair and had no qualms about throwing sass around. Vor/tex quite liked the new A/id with his fiercely stern glares and bold demands!

 The pair started with the hors d’oeuvres, which consisted of greasy, deep-fried mozzarella sticks smothered in marinara sauce. They were fed bite by bite, the melty cheese pulling off in gooey strings.

“Baby liked those, didn’t he?” A/id cooed, pushing the empty dish aside and replacing it with a bowl filled to the brim with soup.

“Oh, this is such a big-boy meal. Can my little mech handle this? For someone so small, it may be too much!” A large spoonful of hearty, robo-chicken corn chowder was flown into the awaiting mouth, airplane style. Tex, of course, rolled his optics at the antics. For Prim/us’ sake, he was a helicopter, at least! This dish was filling on its own, and Tex felt his stomach grow heavy when the spoon clinked in the empty bowl.

“Oh, such a good little baby, hmmm?” A/id spoke in a higher-pitched, squeaky voice. “Did you have enough?”

But the feeding was nowhere near finished.

The main course was a roasted cyber-duck with all the fixings. The sides included Hasselback butternut squash, mushroom rice, cranberry pecan stuffing, and bread dumplings. The squash was very sweet, and the mushroom rice had that distinct earthy taste. However, everything was just so filling! And A/id didn’t give up. Vor/tex was not about to call it quits- he would NOT lose this battle.

The interrogator’s belly ballooned out, painfully expanding against his plating. And dessert still had to be served! Of course, Fi/rst A/id asked if he needed to stop, but there was no way he’d admit defeat.

However, there was no objection to the medic removing his abdominal plating. And once that blubbery protoform was freed and exploded onto his lap, a smidge of relief was felt. This feeling was short-lived, for a colossal strawberry cheesecake awaited him.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” Fi/rst A/id spoke, trying to stifle a gloating smirk. “Such a big dish….”

Vor/tex furrowed his optics and matched the smirk. “No problem.”

“Oh, lookit this big, bad ‘C/on stepping up to the plate?” A/id giggled and winked as a plate holding a large slice of cake was pushed forward. “Let’s see how much of a big bot you really are, hmmm? Or is it all just hot air?” A spoon cut the tip off the yellow cake drizzled with red sauce and crystal strawberries and was pressed to his lips. “Open wide, big boy.”

Never taking his optics off the doctor’s, Vor/tex opened up. His mouth was filled with intoxicating sweetness. This was tasty, the sheer deliciousness awakening his taste receptors as if on fire, but he was just so full! His belly began to clench and groan in protest. Long, whiny gurgles erupted, registering warnings of pain at his more than overfilled tanks. But he swallowed. And opened his mouth for the next offering.

“Oh, lookit you go,” A/id cooed. You are so demanding… yelling at me as if I am not feeding you fast enough.”

Vor/tex rolled his optics. He didn’t speak a word. Prim/us, the way this dessert was shoveled in, he didn’t have time to speak. Bite after bite, the ‘C/on worked hard to win this unspoken challenge.

“I’m going as fast as possible.” A/id pouted, but eventually the last of the cake slice was consumed. “How are you feeling now, sweetie-pie?”

Vor/tex grimaced as he stifled a burp. His belly violently rumbled. Servos rubbed over his bloated paunch that heavily rested upon his lap. His tummy was no longer sleek and slim; now, it was as if he had swallowed a beachball filled with cement.

“Oh, you want more? Whatever you say, sweetcheeks!” A/id didn’t even bother cutting another slice; he stabbed another bite from the cake.

“Wha- “

His protests were silenced with another mouthful of dessert. Prim/us, he didn’t know how much more of this he could take! Breathing became more challenging, and sweat beaded from his brow. The room felt warm, yet more and more food was shoved into his maw. And the belly grumbles became angrier and more strained. His belly throbbed in agonizing pain as if daggers stabbed from the inside. Oh, how he yearned for relief from this torment!

“Aww, poor baby,” A/id pouted, setting down the fork and pushing the half-eaten cake away. “Was that too much to handle? Does baby need a break?”

The only response Vor/tex could muster was a sickening groan. His tanks were beyond stuffed. If he moved too quickly, he bet he’d get sick.

“Wanna sit down in that comfy-womfy recliner?” Vor/tex shook his helm yes as his belly gurgled and quivered like an earthquake. “Here, allow me to help you.” A/id’s servo gently patted at the rock-hard belly as he made a tsk sound, then held a hand out to help the bloated ‘C/on to his pedes, then to sA/id chair.

And now, Vor/tex sat relaxing, watching A/id rummaging through his tote. Some pink fluid was brought out and poured into a little cup. The medic walked over to the pained ‘C/on and held the cup out.

“Here, take this.”

“N-No more A/id,” Tec’s face contorted while his optics screamed for mercy. “If I eat anything else, I’ll pop!”

“It’s medicine,” A/id put the cup to the other’s lips. “It’ll help soothe that belly ache, babe.”

The pink fluid was tipped into parted lips, its chalky taste coating the mouth and throat when swallowed.

“Now, where were we?” A/id spoke as he pushed the chopper’s legs apart and dropped to his knees. “I think someone needs a reward…. Don’t you think?” Servos rubbed over that swollen beachball of a belly, ghosting the gentlest touch over that stretched protomesh. “Just lookit how big you got. Are you all full and cozy?”

Vor/tex rolled his optics, then clenched them shut as yet another gurgle rippled through his gut.

“Awwww, that’s it…. Let it out, baby.” A/id cooed. His servos rubbed in wide circles over the vast crest of the tummy, then his face dipped in to steal a kiss. “You did such a swell job. I think you need a reward, don’tcha think?”

Vor/tex’s engines nearly revved at that thought, and he repositioned his hips for what he thought he would receive. However, the medic’s hands stilled any movement.

“Oh, don’t worry. All my attention is going to be on you and you alone…” A/id sA/id sweetly, between pecking kisses to the rumbly belly. “I’ll make you feel all good in no time.”

“Hey A/id…. I’m up here…” Vor/tex pointed his servos upwards and gave his most alluring grin, but his partner paid him no mind.  Instead, he just felt the belly rub and kisses. “You know….” He sighed, resting his helm on the back of the chair. He could go for some kisses right about now…but his lover was too busy focusing on his bulging stomach. He couldn’t stop himself from rolling his optics at his lover’s actions.

 He wanted to be doted on…. Not his tummy.

“Oh, you are such a big boy, aren’t ya?” A/id hummed, giving a long smooch to the tummy while servo’s gently patted. “Such a lovely tum-tum! What a treat you are to behold.”

Oh, Prim/us! That patting, while gentle, just jostled around his stuffed gut, causing it to churn. He could feel cramps kicking in as the pressure built inside. This was the worst case of the bubble guts he had ever experienced! It felt as if pop rocks and soda were mixed in his gut as excess gas built up and tickled from the inside. Painful spasms erupted, and fingers chased the contracting areas but to no avail. Nothing would soothe this angry breast!

 That tickling sensation traveled upwards, and the ‘C/on’s optics shot open. Pressure rose up his throat, and without much warning, a large bark of a burp erupted and echoed through the room. His servo quickly covered his mouth, fearing the expulsion of stomach contents. Thankfully, it was just a loud, wet belch. However, the acidic tang of fluid did not serve well as an after-dinner mint.

“Oh, that sounds like someone’s a piggy-wiggy!” A/id used a higher-pitched, cutsey-wutsy tone to his voice as his nose was gently rubbed against the firm mesh. “Someone needs to learn some manners, doesn’t he? Hmmmm?”

Vor/tex growled, though from annoyance from his partner or relief of the built-up pressure, no one knew. But each time his belly quaked, fingers were quick to rub small, soothing circles over the erupting spasms. And every time pressure built in his gut, A/id worked to free the trapped gas, pressing the belly just enough to literally burp the air out of him.

“Does baby feel better now that he’s been burped?” A/id coddled, messaging his fingers on the still swelled but not quite as bloated belly. “There’s a good boy…you ate so well for me tonight…”

Fi/rst A/id prattled on complimenting the paunch, and Vor/tex just harrumphed. Until those hands and mouth travelled southward. He licked his lips and spread his legs in anticipation of what was to come.

And let out a frustrated whine when those digits danced and mouth sucked on his chubbed up thighs and not…well, somewhere else. “Prim/us A/id!” The ‘C/on all but shouted. “You’re such a fraggin’ tease!”

“Hmmmm?” The medic feigned innocence. “Oh, these juicy drumsticks need some loving, would you say?”

Vor/tex only responded with a yelp as a set of teeth sunk into the meaty inner thigh, followed by licking and sucking. And when the Auto/bot hummed, the vibrations tickled through his thigh, shooting up his neuronet like a lightning bolt. If only that humming was someplace else…

But having his plumper thighs messaged at felt erotic. While he would never admit this out loud, having his partner dote and coo over his swelled tummy was nice. Just knowing A/id enjoyed feeding him made him feel good. Just knowing the weight gain turned his partner on was invigorating. Hearing the happiness in the medic’s voice made it pleasurable. Plus, the enthusiasm the Doctor had over baby-talking his gut was cute and rather enjoyable.

He could do without the pain from overindulging. But the pampering being stuffed to the limits brought on- even if it was just to his belly and thighs- was well worth it.

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as much as I want to keep editing this, I need to stop! This is long enough as it is! I almost went with on/slaught (feede)with vor/tex being the feeder…. But I dont know too much about on/slaught and I just couldn’t pass up aid baby-talking that tummy! It’s your fault really for getting me hooked on t/ex a/id…. O.0. Hope you like!

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anyone got some silly chub prompts they wanna send? Looking to write short and fun things. Send asks if you got any!

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do you have headcanons on idw prowl being introduced to stuffing his tanks silly by a bot s/o and gaining some weight? :3

So, I like to picture Pro/wl getting pampered big time by the Constru/cticons. No, not just one of them- all. They all work together to ensure their grumpy cop is well taken care of.

At first, Pro/wl was very confused. I think he wouldn’t know how to handle relationships the best. He seems too interested in work than to do anything for pleasure.

At first, it’s just one of the Construc/ticons doting on him. The next time, it’s another. At first, Pro/wl is like…. Dude, do they simply not care if another member of their ge/stalt is making moves on him? But they wear him down, and getting him out of the office and doing more fun things becomes more effortless.

Eventually, several members show up to the date. You can bet Pro/wl is like WTF? But they all act like it's normal. In fact, they work off each other to provide the best experience ever.

So, yes, the dates always seemed to be dinner and some form of entertainment( holovids or podcasts, get your mind out of the gutter!). Nothing really gets pushed quickly, but favorite dishes are soon discovered. For the main course, the cop likes hearty comfort foods, such as pasta with chunks of cybermeat, loaded with rich, melted cheese. If the day is chilly, Pro/wl loves some thick, rich-tasting soups- one of his favs being Iocan-onion soup ( ok, French onion soup-lol). Desserts… well, initially, he wasn’t a big fan. But Mix/master definitely got him hooked on sweet cakes!

They would always encourage him to help himself, that all they want is for him to be happy, and Pro/wl slowly digs in. Not fast, of course, and nothing is forced. The cop even made an off-hand joke about how he’d put on some tons if they kept this up. No ‘Con batted an eye nor seemed to mind. In fact, they beamed.

Snacks were soon introduced, cyber-chocolates and candies offered, and Pro/wl began to eagerly devour them as the date progressed, discovering he did have a sweet tooth. If the date went rather long, they’d stop for some energon-ice cream before Pro/wl would be dropped off. And yes, they would take turns giving him a kiss good night.

So, now, with all the Construc/ticons barging in his habsuit as if they owned it, they all carried boxes. And in that box are savory foods. Naturally, Pro/wl scoffs: acting all bothered they stormed in, but he really isn’t- he must keep up his macho act, after all. He smells the food and is indeed hungry. In fact, he has come to expect to be fed by his suitors.

He’d be shuffled to the head of the table as the five of them ransacked his kitchen, looking for utensils and such.

The table is adorned with all the food, and Pro/wl sits wide-opticed. He notices there is just one plate set up. When questioned about it, the whole ge/stalt claims this feast is all for him! Eyeing the food, the cop notices some of his favorites: cyberchicken casserole, creamy soups, rich lithium-slathered mashed iron-potatoes, crushed geodes, feldspar flavored stuffing…. The works.

At the other end were many desserts consisting of oil cakes, magnesium buns slathered in gooey frosting, magnetite muffins… etc.

And the Aut/obot’s belly grumbles, but he looks at the feast with intimidation. How is he expected to consume all this? He questions them, and the Contru/cticons state they notice how happy he is when consuming tasty foods, and it just warms their spark. Seeing him smile and hum with a mouthful of delicious food is simply divine!

And Pro/wl wants to eat- but is a bit concerned. He put on some weight and always grew self-conscious when wondering hands groped at his love handles or seemed to slap his aft more than before. Well, it didn’t stop his eating habits since he loved being offered such scrumptious foods!

Noticing the hesitation, each member of the ge/stalt tripped over themselves, asking what was wrong and all: some were just concerned with the sudden worry their crush had shown, others concerned the food didn’t look tasty enough.

Pro/wl admits he fears he wouldn’t look as good to them if he gained much more weight.

And the Constru/cticons nearly cry out over this! They all beg to differ! They all claim he never looked better…. In fact, they rather enjoy the widening hips, and his thighs' plumpness started to show…. And that starter belly was simply to die for! ( And yes, they adored that fattening aft!)

Several hands darted for his frame to prove their point, leaving no place untouched. Belly was rubbed, side flab lovingly pinched, ass grabbed, and thighs shook. All the while, sweet nothings were cooed, and fawning attention doted.

They claim his round body would not repulse them; it did just the opposite. Each took turns to describe how sexy a full-framed bot was, and while nothing would ever be forced, Pro/wl's enjoyment of consuming such tasty food was noted, and the bunch of them loved to cook for him. They admitted to fantasizing together how nice and hot it would be to see their dear cop with a softened, flabby frame.

And this was how the topic was brought up about weight gain. Of course, if Pro/wl ever became unhappy, they would do anything to reverse that, even if it meant taking him to gyms to work out instead of restaurants to eat. But shyly, one finally asked if Pro/wl objected to putting on some pounds.

All five of them stood still, anxiously awaiting the answer. At first, it looked like Pr/owl was angry or unhappy about the ask.

But the Auto/bot smiled, then demanded that the first plate be passed to him, unless they wanted him to starve.

They all squealed in enjoyment and encouraged their lover to indulge in his favorite dishes.

I love this pairing! Thanx for the ask! Made my night!

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lingere prompt Starscream, please

Sorry for the delay!! Here ya go!

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Oh our dear ‘Screa/mer.  So, what exactly happened? Did the end of the war and his new title of High Chancellor go to his head? No. It went to his waistline. Seeing that rations were not as strict as in war, Stars/cream had the free time (when not scheming or plotting that is) to kick back and indulge his almost forgotten sweet tooth. Plus, now that he did not have to perform routine training because of the lack of need to kill/fight/all that, he found that lounging around his personal tower was a nice evening spent in.

And this red and white flier took to ordering take out.  All he would do was text this special number with the words ‘Feed Me’ as if he was Aud/rey 2. Was he that lazy? No, for he did some work: he put on the show! So, after the text was sent, he flicked away the device and pried his much wider aft out of his chair and walked to the wash racks, belly jiggling all the way. Showers were also relaxing, especially now that the renovations were finished, and his stall was widened. The chubby mech found it easier to be able to turn around and maneuver in. Pus, the solvent head disconnected so he could lift his flab rolls and clean them easier (as well as other areas. Like his pedes).

Once all dried off, the flier would gawk and preen at his now super shiny reflection for way too long, then go to a closet to pick out what he was gonna wear. He had multiple choices but ended up choosing a new one. This one was very skimpy in cloth material, but very heavy on the bling-bling.  The top consisted of sequenced triangles cloth that covered his chest. This garment tied around his back and over his neck via a string of aqua colored gems (real, of course). The top was embedded with circular reflective, dangly decorations that swayed and reflected the light when he walked.

The bottoms were composed of a long, see-through skirt type thing, but wasn’t full: it just had material in front and in back. Of course, intricate gold-lined patterns lined what little fabric the bottoms had. The waist band was rather thick, though it swelled out to make room for his belly, and it was covered in sequence (however, you can’t quite see it since his belly tends to droop over it- when he moves just right, you can get a glimpse of it around his love handles) Just why does this See/ker adore sequence I don’t know, ask him! The whole ensemble had a blue motif to it- you know, the color of royalty.

His legs were wrapped with crisscrossed shiny fabric and long gloves covered his arms to his elbows. Arm bangles, gold in color and studded with jewels snaked around his upper arm, snugging the chub that recently accumulated there. Shear fabric attached to his wrists and draped around to his back. Now, this costume contained a lot of jewelry. Some would say it was over the top; slag-most would say it’s over the top. Stars/cream disagrees. His fingers are riddled with rings with the biggest diamonds he could find. Worn around his neck is more flashy rocks. And yes, his wings were decorated with rings clipping around the thinner tips as well. The best jewelry worn, though, was the one that encompassed his belly.

And his belly was ample; spilling out in a giant, round shape that was as soft as a pillow when not stuffed so full. But this… belly bangle? Not sure what you would call it, but a gold cord wrapped around his midsection just below his cockpit, and more smaller gold chains would droop from the main one, wrapping his belly in a crisscross lattice pattern. They, like the rest of his décor, ended in shiny rhinestones that twinkled ever so pretty in the bright lights of his room. Now, normally this would be more free-flowing, but now, seeing as they were embedded in a layer of soft flab, they were rather stationary. In fact, his rotund paunch resembled stringed ham.

After yet another long adoring session in front of his full-length mirror-wait- the only thing that tares this flier from ogling himself (and kneading his own belly) is the sound of knocking at his door.  After giving an excited hum of approval, Starsc/ream struts toward his door: the sound of his bedazzled outfit chiming as he sashayed to retrieve his meal.  He hoped the ‘delivery mech’ appreciated his outfit- and the dancing classes he took to be able to jiggle this highly decorated belly in such a sensual manner. He does, contrary to what other’s think, put some effort into things.

He palmed the door open and gave a cheeky grin.

‘Metal/hawk. How nice to see you.” The See/ker beckoned the flabbergasted mech in. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting while I slipped into something more appropriate.” His servo’s rubbed over his swollen belly as he eyed the huge bag of food.  “Come in…. come in. I am sure you are excited to have the honor of filling this belly up with such rich food. But of course, I must show you what I have been up to…”

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Lingerie prompt tfa ja/zz?

I did do some reading on TFA Jazz, but I feel I may have missed the mark on him d/t not seeing eps with him in it. I tried to think of a fun scenario! I hope you enjoy it none-the-less!

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So, this bot is sitting in his habsuit, setting up the mood to help a very stressed out mech amongst the Eli/te Guard…. Who happens to be very special to him. With all the commotion going on recently, Ja/zz couldn’t help but notice how worked up- and not in a good way- his commander was getting. True, Ultr/a Mag/nus tended to over worry about any little thing, but recently, the taller mech just couldn’t seem to unwind. And what better way to unwind than with what this black and white mech had in mind?

The lights in the room were dimmed; mostly lit by that of the large number of candles flickering around the room. And these candles were scented, lavender scent to be precise. He liked to learn new things and read up on how this scent was known to put one at ease. Also, playing in the background is some classical Cyber/tronian music- not too fast and not too slow. Of course, Ja/zz didn’t need any help with the music selection, he was a self-proclaimed expert.

A knock was heard a second before the door swooshed open. Ult/ra Mag/nus drearily walked in, mid-sentence with a grumbling whine, but seeing his buddy not only stopped him dead in his tracks but silenced him as well. The Auto/bot commander was greeted with Ja/zz lounging on a soft chair, wrapped in a long, silk robe from neck to pede. Said robe was tied beneath a recently acquired belly; Ja/zz had found yet another interest to hyperfocus on- baking.

And baking he did! Tasty muffins filled with ener-cream, topped with crushed geodes were his favorites! But of course, oil cakes slathered with calcium-based icing and uranium and crystal fruit filled pies also were cherished. Really, this ‘bot didn’t snub his nose up at anything, and his growing waistline proved it. While not of grandeur size, the belly bulged out and side flab accumulated along his, well, sides.

Ult/ra Mag/nus didn’t have much time to gawk for his subordinate stood up and beckoned him over. Normally it was the Commander that gave orders, but when he was in Ja/zz’s suit, it was the other way around, and Ult/ra Mag/nus does not disobey orders.  He walks over and immediately is greeted with the pudgy bot smooshing right up next to him in a tight hug while whispering sweet, soothing words. Once the embrace was done (which took a while, UM needed that hug!) he was ordered to sit, and once the taller mech nestled into the comfy chair, and the chubby ‘bot climbed on his lap.

And guided the other’s servo’s to his belly for some touch therapy.  And feeling the cool, softness of the silk robe over that chubby paunch was intoxicating. It was like having a stress-relief ball parked right on his lap! Feeling the doughy flab slide around in such soft material made his worries float away (even if just for the moment). Feeling his partner’s engine vibrate against him was soothing, and hearing the soft mewling escaping the other’s mouth was rewarding.  Ja/zz always had something up his sleeves to make things better. And kneading at the pudge felt so amazingly good that it washed away the anxious and overwhelming thoughts that flooded the Commander’s processor.

And Ja/zz ordered the Auto/bot leader to untie the robe.  Just what was going on here? UM wasn’t sure if he was *ahem* in that kind of mood…but Ja/zz wore a firm look on his face and Mag/nus could not disobey. The knot was untied, and the robe gently slid off the black and white mech’s shoulders, revealing a teal, laced garment hugging the ninja’s body.  His ample chest was harnessed in a bra-like object, most of the hood of his chest exposed in the low v cut. His abdomen was adorned in intricately detailed lace; a mix of solids and see-through material showing off that rounder physique nicely. The bottoms consisted of a little frilly skimpy skirt that now, thanks to the wearer straddling the other’s lap, revealed some beefed up thighs. Pinching servo’s to them revealed a nice squishy feeling, just like the side flab!

Those thighs were covered in some teal nylons as well, and the feel of them was a textured smoothness that was hard to explain. The only thing Ult/ra Mag/nus knew was Ja/zz would not be happy if they were snagged; a firm voice clearly stated that.  So, those blue servos just took their time to gently slide and rub over the legs before returning to the belly.

Upon further inspection, a lacey, feather-trimmed choker decorated his subordinate’s neck as well as decorative cuffs along his wrists.  Ja/zz wasn’t one known for skimping, and it didn’t take long for the leader’s stresses to melt away! It was always a pleasure to be pampered by Ja/zz, and to have the pleasure to touch such a soft, warm body, as well as look at the most prettiest image that sat on his lap was a real treat.  All to make him feel better. And trust me, his engines were rumbling as well.

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(if u are still doing these things) can i ask for headcanons on how rod/dy would react to realising he has gained weight (and for angst/story purposes he is in a romatic relationship with someone)

I did change one aspect: he has a secret admirer, so not in a romantic relationship yet. I hope you don't mind.

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Deep down, Rod//imus is a great mech.  Sure, he comes off a bit conceited and cocky, but he is just trying to be liked.  Who doesn’t want to be famous?  Unless you are Cycl//onus, no one wants to sit in the corner of a room and be ignored.  And our dear Captain loves to be lavished with attention!

He just tries a bit too hard.  All the time.

His morning routine consists of showering ( hey, that’s a good thing, right?)  He ensures he is super clean- cleaning out all the seams and crevasse so there is no gunk built up.  Once done, he gets under the blowers to the first dry-off.  First dry off?  Why, what do you mean?  Well, Rod//imus, caring so much for his appearance, does not want to have dried drip marks on himself.  So, once the bulk of the wat has been blown off, he moves to towel drying by hand.  Meticulously, he wipes down his frame until the metal shines.

He buffs himself weekly and polishes himself every couple of days.  Some claim it is too much, but Rodimus disagrees- he likes blinding crewmates with the shine.

Recently, the Captain of the Lo//st Light had a secret suitor.  Oh boy, you should have seen the commotion at that!  Rod//imus beamed with pride that someone on this ship was crushing on him big time!  The only problem was: who? 

He had suspicions.  At first, he swore it was Dr//ift.  The swordsmech always seemed to want to hang around with him- and how could Rod//imus blame him?)  Upon carefully side-eyeing the TIC, the flame-colored mech swore he was being checked out.

So, without much thought, natural for this mech, Rodi//mus just blurted out asking if he was sending him all the energon candies and secret love cards.  Rodi//mus ensured it was alright; he was very flattered to have received such thoughtful- and tasty- gifts. 

Dri//ft smiled sweetly but kindly informed his Captain it was not him.  And asked if he knew who had been sending him love notes, Dri//ft did not know.

Great.  Back to square one.

Upon returning to his quarters, another gift basket was placed at his habsuit door.  Rodi//mus’ spark fluttered with joy- who didn’t love admiration?  Cradling the gift in his arms, he palmed open the door.  Once inside, he opened the basket up.  Naturally, there was a love note, and after reading it ( and feeling like his spark was gonna melt with joy), he set the letter amongst the sea of others on his nightstand.  Our dear Captain loved waking up to observe the sea of cute, brightly colored cards adorned with sweet nothings.

Next to come out of the gift basket were some energon truffles.  These things were bite-sized morsels of paradise!  These round balls were smothered in rich chocolate and filled with a smooth, creamy ganache center.  Chopped cyber-nuts littered the top, amongst other confectionaries.  Looking at the rather large box with all the treats always made Rodimus smile- and his belly grumble.  They almost looked too good to eat!

The keyword here is almost.

Because Rodi//mus did eat them.  More accurately, he devoured them.  It started out with let's have a few, then save the rest, but turned into the classic ‘just one more' until there was just one remaining candy sphere left.  And what’s the point in saving just one?

Once all the candies were done, Rodi//mus would lay around with joy filling his spark and a slight tummy ache.  There is such a thing as too much of a good thing.

This was the theme that continued for some time.  The only thing that changed was what delicious treat awaited.  And he started getting these treasured gifts daily.  In fact, Rodi//mus always rushed to return to his habsuit for the love notes and snacks.

As for what treats awaited him, they started getting a bit more filling.  Yes, he still got the truffles he loved so much, but he also came home to pastries filled with fresh crystal fruits and topped with a generous portion of sweet icing: you can tell they were freshly baked, for sometimes they were still warm!

Other times, decadent oil cakes erupted with crude oil as soon as you stabbed them with a fork.  Of course, there was always a nicely paired energon beverage to go perfectly with the dessert.

It didn’t take long for Rod//imus to notice he had acquired a swell in his belly.  In fact, it got to the point he couldn’t deny the weight gain anymore.  With dread, he got out of the berth and ran to the mirror.  Upon looking at his reflection- which he usually admired- he was met with his worst nightmare: a flabby starter belly.  Love handles started to spill over his hips, bulging out plumply no matter how he stood. 

His belly…. Don’t even start about that!  Running his servo’s over the swelled mass revealed that he no longer sported a rock-hard abdomen but rather a softer, squishier one.  He could grab handfuls of this flab and even give them a shake if he wanted to.  ( He didn’t want to, mind you, but he did it once) You could tell no matter what angle he stood at, he put on weight.  There was no hiding that!  Quickly, he checked his aft in the mirror- and thank Primus that still looked good!

Suddenly, the joy Rodi//mus once felt turned to fear.

What would his secret admirer think?  Slag, he could only imagine the chuckles that must be going around the ship at his expense.  He couldn’t blame them, for his hot body was gone, and what else did he really have to offer?

He wasn’t some philosophical thinker, nor a mech other bots seemed to come to talk about super important stuff.  He didn’t host movie nights or anything.  Sure, he felt he was the life of the party sometimes, but sometimes felt like he was eye candy.  And now, sporting a spare tire where one shouldn’t be stored, what did he bring to the table?

So, Rodi//mus went about his day in a cloud of gloom.  He still smiled as he greeted his crew mates, but instead of watching them for signs of adoration, he watched for mockery.  He tried to stay out of the limelight, and when he sat in his Captain’s chair, he crossed his arms over his belly, trying to hide.  Yeah, placed a damper on one's mood. 

The captain drug his pedes, not very excited to return to his room.  He treasured the notes but dreaded the sweets.  His belly grumbled in excitement and hungry pinged.

As much as Rodi//mus didn’t want to gorge himself with these delightful treats, did he really have the willpower to stash them away?

As he rounded the corner, a sigh escaped his lips upon discovering yet another gift basket at his door.  He palmed the door and used his pede to kick in the basket as if it were a soccer ball.  Perhaps if he didn’t touch the basket with his servo’s, there wouldn’t be any temptation.

Just who was sending him these gifts?  And why did they contain so much junk food?  Did his admirer want him to become a fat slob?

Was this whole speil a joke?  His spark sank into his chassis at that thought: that had to be it!  The stinging in his chest traveled to his optics as a tear leaked and ran down his cheek.

How could he not have put two and two together earlier? 

But how was he to find out who was the culprit?

With low spirits, Rodi//mus snatched the card.  He didn’t know if he wanted to even read it: what once brought him the warm fuzzies now gave him the pinpricks and tightness. 

Maybe Brain//storm can analyze the handwriting or something.

Rodi//mus opened the card and read through it.  And upon doing so, more tears cascaded down his face.  But not in a wrong way- the note was sincerely written, noting the change in his demeanor and proclaimed sorrow for unintentionally making himself feel bad.  Giving the gifts of sweets always seemed to put an extra bounce in his steps the next day, hence why more was always given.

There were also mentions of how gorgeous his body was- slim or chubbed, for there was nothing that could be done to deter this mysterious mech’s attraction to him.  In fact, there were mentions of how desirable it would be to caress servo’s over the now squishy mesh and how cozy and soft it must feel.

This doesn’t change the fact that Rod//imus didn’t know who this mech was, but the last line of the card beckoned him to meet on the observational deck for supper, good conversation, and entertainment if so desired.

A smile widened on Rodi//mus’ lips; he may have just figured out who his mysterious admirer was, for the last sentence did contain an oxford comma.  With newfound pep, the Captain skipped to his wash racks to tidy himself up for his anticipated date.

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can i ask for chubby prowl in lingere? im thirsty for him rn

this one a bit kinky

Oh our beloved, up tight Pro/wl.  I somehow see him being very… very serious. And all the time.  So just how is this going to work? 

Well, Pro/wl is a stress eater, and well, his lover’s- yes, you read that right- he’s hooked up with the Constru/cticons in this scenario. And they are food pushers, big time. Pro/wl naturally was in denial over his weight gain in the beginning, but with how plumped up he got, there’s no denying it anymore. At first, he was shy about it and a bit concerned, however, all 5 ‘Cons ogled and pawed at him like mad; they just loved him with extra rolls on his body! And Pro/wl secretly loved the attention. Secretly because if he expressed that he loved it, it would encourage the combiner team big time.

But his body betrayed himself, and the 5 green bots went apesh*t crazy- never leaving him alone. And you know Pro/wl had to put them in place. He tried doing the right thing first- talking to them. Who here thinks they listened? Well, spoiler alert- they didn’t. Firm talking didn’t help and neither did trying to hide from them (Prowl did enjoy their attention after all, just needed some time to get his work done) It seems this team of ‘Con’s need harsh treatment to get info past their stubborn heads.

And Pro/wl is not one to disappoint or go easy on them.

One evening, he gets home earlier then his lovers, and he gets ready. He sits on a chair in plain view of his habsuit door, and once the 5 ‘bots return home, they are shocked at what they see. They see Pro/wl in a red, skin-tight rubber full body suit that engulfs his chubby body from neck to pede. It’s a wonder that this suit didn’t/doesn’t rip with any movement! His stomach strains at the latex, his love handles bulging, and his thighs look to nearly burst at the seams. Worn over this is a black harness adorned with silver rings, clips, and chains. Pro/wl covers his helm with an evil looking mask and is currently slapping a servo with a crop.

All five of the Constru/cticons hoover in the doorway in which they promptly get ordered to come inside and to get on their knees with a strong and harsh voice.  And when Pro/wl stands- you can hear it; the latex makes noise as he marches over to them and attaches their collars and leashes around their necks. He stomps around with his custom-made heavy boots and sternly informs them of their punishment.

One dares to speak, trying to appease Pro/wl with the fact that dinner was brought, and then earns the honor of being gaged and to be the first one punished with said crop. Naturally, the others, one by one, speak up, because, well, they simply desire this punishment! Of course, Pro/wl acts all disappointment, telling them how low they are and how terrible they are and that they are such bad lovers- you know, worthless piles of scrap.  Before anyone worries, the sound of engines revving and cooling fans running high speed from all five of them is deafening. Wait, better make that all six since all are in for a fun night tonight.

And this is just the beginning, as the evening is full of reprimands and demands that none of the green combiners dare to disobey. Yes, Pro/wl did end up eating that dinner.

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I don't know if you do the mtmte continuity, but if you do could you do a lingerie prompt for Helex?

Hey, so yes, I will do any continuity! However, this one lead down a road that may not be the most aprop for Tumblr, so I posted it on AAOx3. Nothing majorly explicate,...

Collection of Chubby Drabbles - Chapter 11 - siberat - Transformers - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

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Lingerie prompt for skyfire? :)

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So, this one is going to be a bit different. Instead of being in the privacy in one’s own habsuit, this is out in nature with nothing but local songbirds to provide music and the scenery of their surroundings for entertainment. There is a celebration in order; it’s been five years since Sky/fire and a special bot have officially hooked up. Just who could it be? I’ll give you a hint- its another flier…

It’s Silver/bolt! And the pair flew out (Silve/rbolt is getting much better conquering his fear of heights) to a remote location to enjoy some quiet alone time away from the rest of the Aria/lbots for once, and not to be bothered by any of the Auto/bot’s either. Not that the pair are really bothered by the others, they just want some alone time. And Sky/fire has something special planned.

The younger flier as sent on a ‘mission’ to get him away from camp so that the larger mech could get ready. And getting prepared did take some time; Sky/fire did not like to rush things and he wanted the surprise to be just right. This was planned and items ordered several months ago!

Sadly, because of time passing and someone’s belly growing, things fit a bit tighter than usual… I mean, they still fit, just a bit snugger. But the larger jet didn’t have time to spare for worrying, he had to finish getting ready!

Luckily, Silver/bolt decided to walk back instead of flying, so when he returned to camp, his lover was more than ready.  The younger flier found the colored rocks the older mech asked for (he still wasn’t sure why these rocks were needed) and called out returning to camp. That’s when Sky/fire came into sight, making Silver/bolt stop dead in his tracks, nearly dropping those said rocks.

Just what did he see? He saw his large lover looking kinda like a mummy You see, the scientist was all wrapped up in pink ribbon- from neck to ankle. Completing this look was a bow right over his belly. And Silver/bolt couldn’t help but smile, then ask what’s up (as well as wonder just how the other was able to wrap and tie himself up in silk ribbon).  He was informed by the bigger mech that he had a gift for him that needed unwrapping.

And who could resist opening this present? Clearly not Silver/bolt for he eagerly trotted up to his love, snagged the ribbon, and pulled. The ribbon easily pulled away and unraveled from the body. First to be exposed was the pudgy tummy that grown exceptionally soft. Now that the war was over, rations were not at strict and the lead flier found a joy for cooking, and the scientist found a joy in eating savory foods. Next was the cockpit and now broader shoulders. And when the ribbon loosened from flabby thighs, they jiggled in their freedom. Now that the gift was unwrapped, Silve/rbolt drank in what he saw.

Here was his much heavier lover clad in some dinky, pink lingerie. The garment resembled a human one-piece swimsuit, except there was no fabric on the sides, just a front and a back- and the front stretched out rather far to contain that drooping belly. Amble love handles spilled out the sides. If he must guess, Silver/bolt imagined the fabric connected at the bottom, however his lovers big belly hung well over his hips, hiding it from view.

Worn over top of this was a sheer pink cover that was lined at the top and bottom with fluffy trim that hung to his knees. The sleeves billowed out down to his elbows, which also were adorned with fluff. On his pedes were fuzzy bunny slippers, causing Silver/bolt to chuckle. Sky/fire sheepishly smiled, claiming they did come with heels, but no matter how much practicing he did, walking in them were near impossible on even ground; being out in nature, there was no way he’d stay upright. He did wear fancy thigh-high stockings that made it appear as if his legs were wrapped in ribbon still.

Silver/bolt smiled, and said he loved his gift. He showed he loved the present by running his servo’s over the flabby belly, and even smooshing his face into it as well.  And upon hearing a rumble, the smaller jet happily placed an audial to the talkative tummy and listened as fingers kneaded into the exposed side flab, then to travel to the plump backside.  He felt the bare aft cheeks and bawked. Yes, he never expected Sky/fire to wedge that overstuffed aft a g-string, but it was a fun surprise!

Another loud grumble erupted and Sky/fire embarrassingly apologized, but the Arial/bot dismissed him, for he had a gift for his lover as well. Not only did he choose this location for its gorgeous sunsets and amazing starry nights, which his lover simply cherished, but he planned a feast, all tailored around his lover’s favored dishes.  But don’t worry, there were plenty of appetizers to hold the hungry jet over until supper was ready.

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Can i get a chubbed Dri/ft in lingere for the asks?

So, I imagine Dri/ft loves his body, and takes any opportunity to dress up. Not only does he paint himself with sharp- but spiritual designs (sometimes painting his belly and thighs to accentuate the shape of his curves) but he also likes to get all dolled up for his lover- who, as you know, I am going to be picking Ratchet. How does Ratc/het feel about it? Meh. I mean, he appreciates it and does like the eye candy, but the medic already made it loud and clear he loves the TIC more than just his appearances.

However, things got a little out of control because Dri/ft would start to wear lingerie on a more regular basis- sometimes multiple times a day. So, whenever the swordsmech saunters in with his robes on, Rat/chet would do two things: try to ignore it and send silent prayers to any entity regardless of if he believes or not that his lover was just about to meditate.  However, once the medic’s attention was caught, that robe would seductively slide off shoulders and reveal his special clothes that draped over his soft, pear-shaped frame…

One time, Rat/chet even winced, causing Dri/ft to be wide-opticed and his lower lip to quiver. Rat/chet reassured his lover he wasn’t repulsed, just more along the lines that he was an old mech and was having a hard time keeping up with the other’s (hint hint) demands. Because, you know, Dr/ift demanded a decent amount of physical attention, wanting his belly rubbed or thighs messaged (before wanting other types of attention.) Hey, the TIC just likes to feel good. He even admitted that sometimes he wears the lingerie under his robes when he wonders the ship- mainly heading towards the medbay. Yeah, our dear CMOs cheeks turned bright red upon that reveal.

So, what does this spiritualist wear under those robes? Well, he is fond of corsets. Usually in a nice royal blue color that has cream colored lacing up the back. The material is shiny and has decorative embellishing in said cream color.  He has a pair of long silk gloves that matches, as well as a choker. And the TIC has a fondness of thigh high fishnets with a garter belt. The undies? yeah, it's a thong wedged inside those huge, round cheeks.

And Dri/ft simply loves the way he looks, that corset hugging his round, flabby belly in such a comforting way and even though the thigh highs cut into his thigh flab a bit, he is still strutting his stuff. If Ratc/het isn’t quick enough to rub his servo’s over his chubby, dressed up body, he will start by doing it himself, all while wearing a pout.  If his lover still ignores him, the swordsmech has no shame in making his demands known: he simply sits upon the medic, making his presence known- and felt.

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ooo lingere prompts <3 either shock/wave or sound/wave all chubbed up <3

I did Shock/wave

Well, here is an interesting one.  Shock/wave in lingerie makes no logical sense… but then again, nether do I. Now, the burning question here is just how would one manage to get this scientist into lingerie?  Well, you just have to distract the purple ‘Con first: with work! Just how does one manage that?

Well, SW’s lover wants some eye candy. But you must be smart about it- you’ll have to trick Sound/wave into the sexy clothes. You make sure the ‘Con has a project he is totally engulfed in and just does NOT want to tare himself away from it. His lover would initially try to just lure him away with promises of good time and food…. But he’s dedicated to his work. So, Shock/waves lover strikes up a deal: the scientist will be permitted to work under one condition.

What is that condition? Well, he must wear what is in the box. 

And the scientist just wants to get back to his research, so he agrees! And then he opens the box. If he had a jaw it would drop on the ground. But Shock/wave is honorable, and very true to his word. He puts on the garment.

And this garment is kinda dinky- you know, covers minimally but exposes all his chub. Up first is a fancier brazier that is orange in color and is made of that shiny pleather material that stretches over his ample bosom.…. The bottoms…skintight booty shorts that leaves no room for the imagination- and his thighs simply spill out of them! He thinks they are a bit gaudy…if he is honest. And as he looks at his fat aft in the mirror- the bottom of his plump cheeks spill out… and he finds it oddly… nice looking. Every nook and curve of his aft is visible in these bottoms, and Shock/wave fears he may rip them if he bends over… There are some fancy decorations on the front of his booty shorts, but they go to waste: his chubby belly drapes over them hiding them from view.  However, perfectly placed upon his round after cheeks are sequenced words stating, ‘Hot Tramp.’

His outfit also contains a shear camisole… because, you know, the lab may get chilly so nothing better than a very light, extremely breathable garment. There is a fancy pattern on the shear fabric that glitters ever so nicely in the light. The one-optic mech is rather captivated by it, but he would never admit it. And like Mic/hael Jack/son, he has one fancy as hell sequenced and bedazzled glove- fingers cut out so he can still perform his work.  Now, as for shoes- we aint torturing the poor baby. He works on his pedes after all. His legs do sport some very cute, and very fuzzy legwarmers that are orange and yellow in color that resemble caterpillars slowly eating each of his legs just over his knee.

Once the scientist is done spinning around to show off his fancy get-up, he gets to work. But Shock/wave isn’t a 100% all work and no play kind of bot (at least when his lover is involved).  He makes sure he saunters just right, sashaying his hips teasingly as he walks. He makes sure to stick that bedonkadonk out ever so alluring as he bends over (sometimes you get a peak of that belly between those flabby thighs) And he even bends down face first, giving his lover a face full of his chest as he asks if you have any snacks to get him through his shift. And through his period of work, one manages to catch the scientist rubbing his servo’s over his belly, as well as his sexy clothes.

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