#siberat writes

[siberat]

thanks to @mr-miss-anonymous this pairing just would not leave my mind today. So have a blast off/ onslaught Drabble.

…..

He finally did it. He finally grew the ball bearings to speak up and confess his feelings.

Well, kind of.

Blast Off has been crushing on Onslaught for so many vorns now: their leader practically lived in his processor! Every free moment, Blast Off daydreamed of spending time together- be it helping with coming up with strategies, chilling, or other stuff. Yes, there were plenty of nights the shuttle snuggled his pillows, pretending it was his leader.

Just don’t ask him about it- he will deny it!

But no matter what he tried, the mech of his affections didn’t notice him. True, the shuttle tended to keep to himself. He wasn’t the most social ‘Con around. But Onslaught socialized.

Just not with him.

At least outside of their duties and such. The truck-former was professional and took his responsibilities seriously, always ensuring his teammates knew what they were doing. He would gladly converse with them until the plans were crystal clear. He was well respected.

And in the shuttle’s optics, well desired.

Oh, how he would fantasize about those hands roaming over his frame, whispering loving words into his audials as they cuddled! To feel needed, to feel wanted- to be noticed- would make him feel so special! Yes, he also dreams about other kinds of touches and interactions, usually late at night, so his muffled wails don’t wake up the rest of his gestalt.

So, now was the time to act. To speak up about how he feels. And what better way than to leave a sappy love note signed by a secret admirer? In the note, that was hand made of course, he wrote to meet him at a lesser-known bar in Kaon, for privacy reasons.

And Blast Off knew his leader received said note. His teammates invited him for a night of boozin’ and movies, and he declined. Onslaught simply said he was beckoned for other plans when questioned about it. Even with all the grilling from the other Combaticons, his lips were sealed, and his plans not thwarted.

Blast Off briskly walked to his desired location. In one hand, he clasped a box of chocolates. Yes, it's a bit cliché, and while not the finest candies on Cybertron, the treats were of higher quality. He had to really barter hard to get these! In his other hand was a bottle of high-grade engex, Onslaught’s favorite. He may have stolen it from Swindle. But this was for a good cause!

His newfound confidence threatened to crumble as the bar entrance was seen. As much as this excited him, his energon tingling as it pumped through his revved-up frame, his stomach was flip-flopping.

Would Onslaught be disappointed his secret admirer was him? His incompetent gestalt member that slumped back in the shadows, never drawing attention to himself? What if Onslaught knew of his crush and ignored it because he was uninterested? Or was he repulsed?

Blast Off shook his helm.

Thoughts like this would drive him crazy and make him turn back. He closed his optics and drew in a deep breath. It’s now or never.

Without further hesitation, he opened the bar door and stepped inside. Music played as lights flashed, but the place wasn’t packed. One could find privacy here. Scanning the room, Blast Off gleefully looked for his crush.

And his optics widened upon spotting him. His spark skipped a rotation as his stomach twisted in dread. A heavy feeling crept across his chassis that threatened to steal his breath. Fluid welled in his optics as his cheeks warmed. The gifts nearly slipped from his servos as he stood there, gobsmacked.

Yes, his leader was here. But there was another mech straddled on his lap. Those strong hands that the shuttle wished would ravish his frame roamed and groped another mech. Faces pressed together in a sloppy yet passionate kiss. Clearly, both were enjoying themselves.

Oh, Blast Off did want Onslaught to have a good time tonight. And those plans are becoming a reality.

Just not with him.

… …. …

poor baby! This was wrote in a whim. I do have to research the chars a bit better. But hopefully ya’ll enjoy, even if it’s a bit sad.

#siberat writes #blast off #onslaught #one-sided feelings #Transformer drabbles

[withoutalice]

writing prompt- you cool with Tex x aid? Theme: playful cantor over a shared meal? If not, it’s cool. Alt pairing if preferred- same theme, ratchet and first aid?

Ough i'm sorry idk Tex's characterization very well so I did Ratchet x First Aid ;-;

Words: ~600

Warnings: Not much! Some descriptions of eating and full bellies at most. Just some medics having a good large comforting meal. Overall funny and introspective...

[ It’d been a long shift in the medical ward, leaving the CMO and CMO-in-training ravenous. Even though they both enjoyed cooking over eating out personally, the medics were too exhausted to make dinner themselves... ]

“What are you thinking to eat tonight?” Rat/chet asked. Fir/st Ai/d shrugged and flopped onto the couch.

“Feeling like…comfort food…maybe savory?”

“Hmm, how about pasta?” Rat/chet pointed out. Fir/st Ai/d mumbled an affirmative into cushions. After placing the order, Rat/chet got to cleaning off their dining table; he didn't bother to clean off all the dishes though.

"Well, Ai/d, don't fall asleep before you eat! I can't have you getting run down now..."

Fir/st Ai/d pushed himself into a sitting position and accepted the bubbly energon Rat/chet offered. Being a medic wasn't for anyone, and Fir/st Ai/d realized how resilient one must be to be the C/MO. Rat/chet didn't show much of an air of exhaustion, even though Ai/d knew he'd been working more this week than him by a bit.

They rested in silence, until their takeaways arrived! Fir/st Ai/d quickly unpacked the bags, Rat/chet watching him amusedly...

"The food is delicious, isn't it?"

Fir/st Ai/d looked up in surprise. He had been so focused! "Yeah, it feels like we haven't had a proper meal in ages..."

The C/MO shrugged. "It's nice to not be cooking for once, though."

"Mhm...though, it is always good when you do cook!"

"That's very kind of you to say..." Rat/chet hummed as he pulled his order in front of him. It smelled divine.

The pasta is deliciously al dente when they eat it, topped with a variety of sauces and toppings. Rat/chet got a heaping helping of pesto pasta. He sprinkles parmesan cheese eagerly on it, while Fir/st Ai/d breaks open his takeaway container of creamy alfredo with veggies mixed in.

As they eat, the two medics are relaxed and enjoying their meal, keeping up conversation as they do so.

Rat/chet takes a large bite, holding his servo in front of his mouth while he asks: "And how are your patients doing tonight?"

Fir/st Ai/d shrugs again. "Stubborn about taking their meds, but otherwise, they seem to be doing well."

"That's good to hear..."

They scarf down more pasta in content silence for a moment; before Ai/d speaks up again.

"I heard from some of the other medics that you've been more patients than usual lately. How are you holding up?"

Rat/chet twirls his fork around. "Not too bad, honestly. It's been a bit hectic, as our team has grown, but I'm holding up fine...."

Ai/d finishes his dish, wiping his face into the crook of his arm. "But don't you think you should take it a bit easier?"

Rat/chet tilts his helm back and scoops the rest of his meal into his mouth, setting the container aside. "Ah, probably. But someone has to do it, right?"

"Yeah, I get that. But I just want to make sure you're taking care of yourself too, you know?" Fir/st Ai/d blurts out the last part awkwardly, hoping the C/MO doesn't laugh at him.

Rat/chet just smiles warmly and gets up to clean up, bloated tummy brushing Ai/d's side when he leans over to collect the dishes. Ai/d hums approvingly.

"I can't believe i finally feel full...when's the last time we ate something other than rations in between shifts?"

He hears Rat/chet laugh from the connected kitchen.

"Oh, who knows, but it sure was delicious. Might have been a bit too much for me even-"

Fir/st Ai/d ends up moving back to the couch, holding his own full belly. He sighs happily.

"No wonder they call it comfort food..."

#im sorry but i think instead of “cantor” you meant banter? that's what my brain autocorrected to so if i'm misunderstanding lemme know #english is not my first language ;-; #rat/chet #fir/st ai/d #chubformers #alice writes #drabble #siberat #omg i'm sorry this took forever ;-; #my english wasn't englishing for a bit there-

[depresseddemon69]

A homage to the ones who came before me.

I don't feel like smut wright's get enuf credit. Also I hope this isn't taken the wrong way I've read so much kinky tf smut and picked up on all the details that I'm now able to write it in depth. To be honest If I'm going to hell for what Im reading, I might as well go down writing it too!

This homage is to the ones who's fic's introduced me to this stuff in the first place. I thought I would never even read let alone write this kinky stuff But here I am with 2 fics and a sequel that I'm in the process of writing. All thanks to the many fic's that got me into this shit. (heh literally...you all know who you are and you're the inspiration for my next fic. I have yet to post it but if you are interested in taking a look the fic will be called Shit happens to the best of us. It's a rung/Swerve fic.

Any who... These are the authors:

@leadsoul @justicedivisions @fuzipenguin dracoqueen22 on AO3, @pretentiousfork @lush-specimen @siberat @m45t @blushlouise AgentOHare on A03, @petitelepus @neveralarch @endangeredmind @phoenix-inanis and a few supernatural writers Agent_Zap, MalMuses, and AnOddSock, all on A03. Now the one who introduced me to the most kinks has to be @ohwhoopsok who is an absolute legend! I also had a yaoi streak where I found the urination and scat kinks but let's not talk about that shit show...lol god I'm terrible. I meant it was during the time I was diagnosed with severe anxiety so I was basically having panic attacks every single day sometimes more and most lasted for more than an hour. I'm getting off track like Swerve does so I'll end the post here with, thanks for all you have done.

[velvetafterdark]

do you have any fic recs?

I assume you're looking for chub. Fuel Shortage by the lovely @deceptichubs is a classic, but my personal favorite from them is Metabolic Equations.

The descriptions in that fic are just...oog <3 Me too, S/oun/dwa/ve; me too.

Some other favs of mine are Just one more... (solo sk/yfi/re, super adorable because I have a soft spot for naturally big-boned characters), It Starts with a Sweet (solo dr/ift, lots of self love and exploration), Habits (sky/st/ar, a good forte into the kink if you are new and confused), and Drink up (cy/gate, just fucking cute).

There are a LOT of really good chubformers fics out there that I'm certainly forgetting to mention, but those are just the ones that I could think of immediately that happen to not have any squicks or triggers of mine. If you aren't as easily disturbed as me (which is likely the case; I have a delicate heart and stomach alike), siberat or myaso's writings might be up your alley.

#velvet answers

[siberat]

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.

….. …..

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!

#chubformers #siberat writes #siberat drabbles #siberat prompts #Chubfiction

[siberat]

Pushers Get Pushed

simple little prompt based on conversation with @mr-miss-anonymous

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With a heavy sigh, Ambulon slumped himself down in his habsuit chair. What a night. Once again, First Aid snuck off base in the middle of the night. True, this was no surprise between them, but this wasn’t the kind of secret one enjoyed having to keep.

First Aid was being courted.

So, what was the big deal?

 It was a Decepticon. And Ambulon knew just the kind of ilk they could be.

Of course, he shared his concerns and worries with his co-worker. Aid, while a kind-natured mech, tended to be a bit naive. Ambulon feared the ‘Con would take advantage of that and hurt his friend. But the shorter doctor waved his servos and told him there was no need to worry.

And when grilled on who it was, Ambulon was flabbergasted to discover it was Vortex.

Just what the slag did the medic see in that garbage heap of a mech?

‘Why wasn’t he good enough?’ A voice tickled in his processor, but the Doctor shook the thought from his helm.

 Of the limited interactions Ambulon had with him in the past, Vortex-and the whole Combaticon gestault for that matter- were a bunch of pigs. He was vile. He was vulgar. Manipulative. Disgusting. Primus, he once hosted a movie night and broadcasted snuff films!

Talk about uncultured.

Of all the mechs for Aid to court, why did it have to be the Decepticon Interrogator?

‘Why couldn’t it have been you?’ A nagging voice spat in the back of his helm again, but the ex-con could no longer push it down. Just why did First Aid stop chasing after him? Was he not good enough?

Looking in a small mirror on his desk, Ambulon questioned himself as he picked some flaking paint off his helm. Was he ugly? Boring? Stupid?

 While happy Delphi was in the past, Ambulon missed the nights that were filled with warm smiles, lingering touches, and heart-felt conversations the at-the-time nurse gave him. They shared laughs about anything and everything. There was that sparkle in his optics that was just for him.

Now, that shine was for someone else.

And Ambulon realized just how much he missed it.

He was told he was too shy his entire life. Countless opportunities were lost because he was such a wallflower. He knew hiding in a corner was no good, but bringing attention to himself was so scary that he couldn’t make that step.

But he should have taken that leap with First Aid. He shouldn’t have pulled back from the kiss on that cold evening back on Messatine. He should have taken to snuggling with the smaller mech in his berth for warmth. For once in his life, he should have grown the ball-bearings to go for what was desired.

He shouldn’t have kept pushing him away.

… ….

write about what you know, right? :sigh: poor Amby!

#siberat writes #one sided feelings #self doubt #love lost #implied texaid #ambulon #sad drabble #Transformers

[siberat]

Rinse and Repeat

‘It’s about time you came in for your check-up.”

“Huh?” Rat/chet scrunched his face. “What the slag you talkin’ about, Dri/ft?”

“Take a seat.”

The medic glared at his lover’s back. His meeting with the rest of the medical staff ran late due to someone, who will remain nameless, providing a banquet of food. Anyone who knows about medical teams knows their love of breaks and snacks. And what better way to make a boring meeting (consisting of data and statistical analysis) to have such tasty treats littered among the table?

And before anyone asks, Ratc/het shared with his colleagues. Yes, he did chonk out over the past several months, but that doesn’t mean he lacked manners. Plus, there was plenty to go around. The CMO ate his fair share, returning to his habsuit with a full belly that resembled a fully inflated beach ball.

Naturally, feeling extra heavy after feasting on himself with sweets, getting off his pedes was welcomed. So Rat/chet obeyed and took a load off, plopping himself down with a loud ‘oof.’ The chair minorly creaked and sagged under his weight but held firm. He’d have to thank his lover for reinforcing the chair once whatever shenanigans Dri/ft was up to was finished.

“Any complaints since the last time I saw you?”

“Yeah.” Rat/chet spread his legs and rested back in his chair, taking any access pressure from his swollen midsection. “Too much talking. Not enough resting.” He closed his optics, desiring a quick nap.

Dri/ft loudly dropped his partner’s medical bag, the thud startling the CMO in his seat. “I agree. There is a lot of talking going on here. Let’s have a look-see, shall we?”

Rat/chet opened his mouth to either question or object, but seeing his stethoscope being brought out stopped him. He watched his Con/junx place the headset on his helm, then lift the bell to tap with a digit. “Careful-“

Dri/ft flinched, instantly regretting tapping the device.

“I tried to warn ya.” Playful laughter ensued, but Dri/ft kept a straight face as he gently continued with the examination.

The stethoscope's cold bell pressed to the rumbling belly's plating. Every few seconds, the device traveled to another location. Each belly grumble was chased and listened to, followed by a ‘Hmmmm’ from the TIC.

Ratc/het watched, bewildered.

A belly-shaker of a growl erupted from the round paunch, enough to make Ratc/het wince a little and rub a servo over the afflicted area- or at least try to. Dr/ift and his stethoscope managed to get to the belly quake first.

“Oh, you don’t say….” Dri/ft cooed, listening as if the belly was preaching his favorite spiritual podcast. “I see…”

“What?” Ratc/het barked as he swatted the stethoscope away. “Just what are you doing? Having conversations with my belly?”

“Yes,” Dr/ift stated matter of factly. “I said it was time for his check-up.”

Once again, Ratc/het opened his mouth in retort, but no words came out. Just what exactly would he say? How would one respond to the apparent need to have one’s belly checked up? Primus, he hoped the measuring tape and vernier calipers didn’t appear today…

“I’ll humor ya,” Rat/chet said with a tired but playful smile. “Just what is my belly telling you?”

“ I don’t know if you are ready to hear this, love.”

“What?” The CMO chortled but stopped upon seeing the deadpan look on his lover’s face. “What is it?”

“I’m afraid I have some bad news for you.” The stethoscope was removed and returned to the bag. “Good thing you are already seated….”

“What the slag….” The medic turned to watch his lover go to the sink, turn it on and fill something up. He wasn’t sure what his lover was up to; he couldn’t see!

“I’m glad you stopped in today. Things could have gotten worse if there was any delay.”

“What coulda gotten worse?” Ratc/het craned his neck for a view but said mech’s back was still facing him. All he could do was listen to the commotion: solvent spilling into something, the squelching of something being squeezed out, and rummaging around in cabinets.

“I am afraid to say, Rat/ch, that you need a severe medical procedure to be done. And right away.”

“What the frag you talking about-“

Dri/ft turned around, holding a basin in his servos. He approached the seated mech and set the supplies on the end table. Inside the basin were soapy solvent and a sponge. Draped over the swords/mech’s arm was a drying cloth. Adorned on his lover’s face was a devious smile.

“I’m afraid your belly requires a sponge bath. STAT.”

If looks could kill, Drift would be dead. Well, if Ratc/het was serious, that is.

“A sponge bath?” Deadpan optics glowered as the sponge was dunked and splashed around, then squeezed out. “Are you serious?”

“Quite.” Dri/ft pushed the doctor’s legs together to make a seat for himself while enjoying seeing that huge belly resting on chubby thighs. “Washing this belly of yours is of the utmost importance.” The wet sponge was gently circled over the swell of the belly, taking its time to caress and pamper. After every few strokes, the sponge was dunked back into the solvent to be rung out, then returned.

Naturally, Dri/ft cooed and baby talked as this ‘extensive medical procedure’ was performed. He whispered sweet little nothings about how good said belly was, how proud he was of the growth observed, and just how ample and soft the midsection became.

Ratc/het rolled his optics but allowed his lover the joy of playing doctor to his belly. Hell, if his lover enjoyed it, why deny him that? After all, it would be polite to return the favor: Dri/ft slaved away at the oven cooking the most delicious treats for him. And he truly outdid himself today.

Yes, Dr/ift provided the smorgasbord of treats for him and his medical staff’s meeting today.

So, Rat/chet sat back and let his belly get washed. It felt relaxing to have warm solvent rub over his swollen and overstuffed belly: it helped calm the aches and whiny groans. Servos join the mix, gently rubbing the tummy before the drying cloth caught any drips that trickled down. His belly sure was receiving the royal treatment!

Every area of the large stomach was washed. Every crease was lifted and wiped clean. The heavy paunch was raised to scrub the nook between the belly and hips. This continued, Rat/chet drowsily relaxing as his lover lifted flab, then shoved the sponge between his chubby side rolls.

“Uh-oh!” Dri/ft's voice sharply called out with concern, causing the CMO to startle awake.

“What?”

“We have a problem….” The swordsmech held up two empty servos.

“What? This isn’t a good thing to hear during any medical procedure….”

Dri/ft bit his lower lip, attempting to keep himself from smiling and/or laughing. “It appears I have lost the sponge….”

“…” Rat/chet glared. “Where?” Although, Ratc/het already had an idea of just where the said sponge was hiding.

“Between your flab rolls!”

“That’s it.” Rat/chet grinned. “I’m gonna sue for medical malpractice!”

Laughter erupted from the pair as the sponge was retrieved, dunked back into the solvent, and squeezed.

Rinse and repeat

a/n: it’s been a while. And I apologize for that. Art may be slow because I have a few projects going on that’s not chub related, and my inspiration for writing more than itty bitty prompts is gone. But enjoy this little short story.

Read on Aox3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36422509/chapters/117619678

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Shot in the Dark Chapter 1

After hurtful news, First Aid is sent on a mission to help Ratchet with some equipment in the Dead End Clinic. He walks in on a surprise that both frightens and tantalizes him. *chubfic*

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hope ya’ll enjoy

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Chaper 2 of Shot in the Dark

Aids embarassment continues... but starts turning into somethign else

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Xmas Treat

So, one tradition Rat/chet and Dri/ft do is find any reason to celebrate. Usually, Cybertr/onians do not recognize the human tradition of Christmas; it’s more of a solstice celebration. Still, if there is any excuse for Dr/ft to spend time in the kitchen cooking and baking, he’ll take it. Rat/chet is finishing his shift in the med bay, and the busy chef has every burner on his stove and even the oven going. He has cooking down to a science, and soon his lover pings him that he is on his way back.

Perfect timing: the food is ready to be plated!

For the holiday meal, he cooked a cyber-turkey with all the sides. A large serving of the hot, tender cyber-meat is plated up consisting of big slivers of the breast, the CM/O’s favorite. A mound of sandstone stuffing seasoned with feldspar flakes and mashed crystal potatoes flavored with rich calcite are added. A large ladle full of thick, brown-colored stock gravy is splashed over these three, soaking them in savory and aromatic goodness. For an added crunch, ener-beans coated in coquina are added as well as something sweet: crystal cranberry slivers.

The heaping plate is set on the table, and the second plate placed on the opposite side is less full. Of course, seconds were available, but Dr/ift had no problem fixing his conjunx’s plate for him. He loved seeing the dish get filled again with all the pretty colors of the food and delicious smells. And Dr/ift being the sap he is, lit some candles and poured a tall glass of Engex for the medic. He poured some non-engex drink for himself to enjoy.

The door swooshed open just as the sword/smech set his drink on the table. Rat/chet was home and wore a smile on his face as he smelt the meal. His supplies were quickly discarded as he sat at the table, eyeing up all the tasty food. Of course, the medic exclaimed he did not have to go all out on him like this like he always says. And Dr/ift always responds the same way: it's never a problem ensuring the love of his life is well fed.

The pair eat their meal. While there is some chit-chat, most of the time is enjoyed savoring the food. A chorus of hums and lip-smacking is heard, signaling what an excellent job the TIC did cooking the meal. Once the medic’s plate is cleared, Dri/ft lovingly asks if he wants more, which Rat/chet cannot deny. A second plate is fixed and set down, both mechs smiling.

Dr/ift doesn’t return to his seat: he finished his meal. Instead, he leans over behind the medic’s chair, rubbing his servos down the medic’s chest, tracing seams as the touch travels down to the much-rounder tummy. What was once flat now bulged in such soft, squishy delightfulness! And this was what Dr/ift loved to grope and knead. The warm flab accumulated not only on the front of his abdomen but also on the sides. Love handles gathered and spilled over his hip plating; some even began squishing out the back. The medic’s lap would hold the swell of his growing belly, the bottom roll resting perfectly on top of thickened thighs.

And no part of this belly went untouched. First to be caressed was the crest, hands circling around its vast curves. Next, the chub crease would be traced, then prodded: this fold of fat was the desired place to warm chilled servos, much to the owner’s displeasure-who would want cold hands in there stealing your heat? This chub crease formed when the medic sat and was the deepest at his sides, then the fold tapered as it reached out to the front of the paunch.

But one of the most joyous places to grope was the side flab. This plump section was always the softest, in Dr/ift’s humble opinion. The chub here was ever so soft and squishy like it was a stress relief toy. And the swords/mech loved to squeeze the love handles between his servos! But what came next was also Dri/ft’s favorite (it is really hard to choose just one): the heavy, firm, but still soft, lower belly flab that sat upon the lap. Now, the correct way to fondle this mass was to slip your hands on the underside to properly feel the heaviness of the mass. Some jostling was good: doing so showed off the jiggly belly nicely. Once servos reached the front, they would set out to caress the rounded roll, enjoying the heft of the gut and feeling the hint of thighs on the other side. This part took a lot of the TI/C’s attention. His hands would adoringly rub over this swollen mass, starting with delightful small circles but broadening their surface area to incorporate the belly. Playful slaps and pats would ensue, and gently hitting the flab gave off such a soothing sound.

Even better was if the belly was noisy: much to Dri/ft’s enjoyment, there was growling and whining present today. The stomach gurgled its delight at being given such tasty food to enjoy and a lot of it. With each lovely, deep-sounding rumble, Dr/ift swore he felt the belly vibrate within his servos. It was as if this stomach had a mind of its own and took it upon itself to tease him in every possible way! Soon, said belly began to gurgle in a particular way as if something was building up inside. Don’t worry; the sword/smech knew what this was. Using two digits, tight little circles were pressed into the growing flab. The touch moved locations slightly and repeated. It didn’t take long for the gas bubbles to make a break for their freedom, and the medic loudly barked out a burp.

Dri/ft loved watching his lover belch. In many cultures, belching was compliments to the chef, signaling a perfect meal. However, no matter how much reassurance the TI/C gave, the medic always flushed slightly as releasing such loud burps. And Dr/ift couldn’t get enough of that shy look adorned by his lover, along with the reddening of his cheeks with a hint of an embarrassed smile. Remember, Dri/ft can be sappy, so this usually turned his insides into goo!

Once supper was finished and no more was desired, Dri/ft would lovingly pat at the firmer, swelled belly, telling what a good job it did consuming all this food. Ratc/het would sit back, weighed down by his stuffed belly, ready for a nap. But there was no rest for the weary because once the dinner plates were cleared, out came the dessert plates: loaded with sweet cakes, pastries, pies, and other assortments of delicacies. The medic couldn’t say no to his belly growling and rumbling, demanding to be filled with such rich goodness. And naturally, Dr/ift stood with utensils at the ready: he was not about to disappoint. He was prepared to feed these scrumptious-looking deserts into that demanding belly, and Ratc/het was excited.

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Hope everyone has a great holiday! Stay safe and warm!

#chubformers #siberat writing promps holiday chubs belly play #siberat fanfic

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story drabble

oooo cream puffs anyone?

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“Well, without any further fuss…” A red servo selected a light pink puff, its massive size practically the size of his palm, and brought it to eager lips. “Open wide!”

The cream puff was shoved in, and the maws clamped shut. The crispy outer layer flaked apart, releasing the light-yellow cream filling. Try as he might, Dead/lock couldn’t save the glob from running down his chin and onto his chest plating. He paid no mind: he closed his optics and hummed at the mere sweetness of the treat.

“Just look at this mess.” Ai/d griped but didn’t bother retrieving a napkin. Instead, he swiped a finger across the spill, scooping it up and then licked his finger clean. The pudding was very sweet, but nothing beat hearing engines roar to life. The vibrations trembled through his frame, eliciting such an euphoric feeling. Once cleaned, Ai/d stuffed the rest of the cream puff in, then one servo rubbed the belly while the other prepped to feed another.

“You’re getting nice and round.” The medic cooed. “You have such a good appetite.”

As soon as Dead/lock swallowed, another puff pressed to his lips. Ai/d had to give the other credit: the ‘Co/n did his best to keep up. The dessert was nearly sucked out of his grasp with how much it was desired to be consumed.

Cream puffs proved to be a very messy pastry. With how stuffed these decedent desserts were with the rich cream, there was no stopping the eruption of the goo once bitten. More glopped down, spattering over the other’s frame.

This time, Ai/d leaned down and licked the filling off with his tongue.

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little Drabble of an upcoming fic. ;)

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Happy New years!

Don’t have any art or prompts, but I cn give ya a short teaser for a Deadlock x Ratchet x First Aid chubfic. (( Did censor it)

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A throaty laugh rang out. “You’d like that, wouldn’t ya?” Dead/lock spoke. “Having me gobble you up whole…stuff you inside my belly and carry you around all day, huh?” Another chortle erupted when Ai/d’s fans clicked up a notch.

While it was physically not possible for the ‘Con to eat him whole, the mere thought of being nestled in a warm tight belly revved him up. Even hotter was imagining Deadl/ock with an obnoxiously swollen gut!

“Do tell me, how this turns you on, Auto/bot.” A servo captured the medic’s and forced it to grope at a chubby thigh. And not just any section: it was the upper, inner thigh. There was no chubby-chaser alive that would not be turned on by feeling the softest, squishiest part of the leg! Yes, the young doctor was turned on; he was just too shy to speak it. Unfortunately, his body spoke out it’s enjoyment by clicking open the *censored* panel and releasing all the pent-up lubed to leak down his thighs.

“I knew it!” Dead/lock exclaimed and ground his *censor* with more fervor into the other’s back. “You can’t lay off the bigger mechs, eh? Can’t say that I blame ya-“

Dead/lock!” Rat/chet’s voice boomed. “Stop doing that!”

“Why?” Dead/lock hastily replied. “He likes it.” As if to prove his point, the ‘Con grabbed the smaller doctor and spun around.

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So, imagine a chubby mech, Ratc/het in my mind, having fun teasing his lover. Yeah, Dr/ift is where my mind goes. Dr/ift is pinned on his back on the berth, with a plumped out Rat/chet grinding his hips over him. Just imagine feeling that weight and and slickness sliding over sensitive areas. Dr/ift desires more: the urge to take growing in his scorching frame. But the heavy mech won’t allow it. Any kind of movement from the bottom mech results in that mass sinking down, pinning him deeper to the berth. And who can blame Dr/ift from wishing to take more? Seeing that medic all plumped out after a good, hearty meal towering over him. His fat thighs pinning his sides, belly drooping over to tickle over the swordsmech’s toned belly. And Dr/ift’s hands explore over the widened frame. Servo’s grab and kneed at chub, fingers brush against rolls and between them. Those thighs are thoroughly enjoyed, and the medic’s fat aft would be smacked if hands could reach. And Rat/chet glares down, grinning mischiviously at his trapped lover. He knows exactly what he is doing. He welcomes the adoring touches from Dr/ift, loving how his frame is cherished. Afterall, allowing this worship is only fair after the T/IC spent all day slaving over a stove to prep all his favorite meals. And let’s not forget all the work Dr/ift did to feed it to him, encouragingly rubbing his belly.

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Working on editing the final 2 chapters for the sequel to Consolation date. Have a little writing prompt loosly based on a scene

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Soooo…. I am working on the final chapter of the sequel to consolation date…. Finally on the last chapter…. But to further torture myself, I have to go through some emotional, thought provoking stuff. Which isn’t bad- I think it’s what this chapter needed… but my brain is currently mush. And this scene requires thought…. Yeah, thoughts and mush don’t go together. At all….lol.

I’m hoping to be done it soon, but still gotta get beta read and make sure I don’t have to make a few changes here and there.

All I’m saying is rat/Chet is in for quite a surprise

#siberat speaks #writing woes #why I take sooo long.

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Have a snippet of a new story I am working on:

“Not followed….” The mysterious voice gumbled, shifting away from the window. “Now, I’m going to remove my hand and release you.” The gun was pointed to the smaller mech’s face. “You scream, I’ll pull the trigger. Got me?”

Trembling, Ai/d nodded yes, and he was released from the grip.

First thing he did was look at his intruder. Was it some local punk that stirred up trouble? The little hell-raiser from two floors up? No, it was some mech worse. The Decep/ticon emblem was embellished upon his chest and glancing higher, Aid discovered none-other than Dead/lock glaring down at him. And the terror froze him dead in his tracks.

Hanging out in local bars, Fir/st Ai/d heard stories. His favorites were of the Wrec/kers and their tales of honor and bravery, but he also heard of vile Decep/ticreeps, such as the one standing before him. Dead/lock was often brought up, the mechs scowling as they described his vile acts of violence, terror, and brutality.

He was not someone Ai/d planned on having as a house guest any time soon.

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Have a little teaser for the sequel to Consolation date:

“Why the slag do you have to feed such large amounts at once?”  The medic pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re gonna give me a brain freeze.”

“Nonsense. For you to get a brain freeze, you must have a brain.” Drift snorted out a laugh at his lover’s deadpan expression, then looked at the serving spoon loaded with ice cream, chocolate sauce, and toppings. He was right; this was a huge mouthful, much bigger than any normal Cybertronian to engulf at once. “I… don’t know…”

When called out on it, Drift spoke truthfully, he didn’t know why he loved piling a lot of food in the mouth at once. Maybe it was seeing the other mech opening his maws wide, or working hard to chew the mouthful? All he knew is seeing this made him feel rewarded. And did something to his insides he couldn’t explain.

“Look, moderation is a good thing.” Ratchet chided. “Good things come in small packages.”

“Hmmmm. I’m not so sure about that.” A digit lovingly poked at the swelled gut, then gave a gentle caress. “You look good, babe.”

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