Chubbybots

I don't know why I have the addition of drawing Optimus like this, I feel that it must be because of the few drawings of him like this.

I am coming back? I don't know, would you like a comeback?...

“Mmmph…” Ratchet let out a muffled whimper, his servos trembling as his abdomen steadily swelled, stretching his armor plates beyond anything he thought possible.

The steady sound of energon flowing through the hose filled the air, and a faint bluish glow shimmered from his chest. The small heart symbol appearing on his torso did nothing to ease his embarrassment—quite the opposite.

Wheeljack, on the other hand, looked absolutely delighted. His optics sparkled with pure excitement, and every time his servo rested on Ratchet’s now-rounded frame, he let out a soft, admiring sigh.

“Look at you, Ratch… you’re beautiful like this. So full, so soft… so mine,” he murmured gently, running his hand along the most swollen part of his partner.

Ratchet couldn’t speak—he could only look back at him with a mix of pleading and blush spread across his faceplates. His processor wavered between the heat of the moment and the growing concern: Just how far did Wheeljack intend to go?

But when he felt the other’s fingers continue to caress him with such tenderness, and heard that soft laugh escape his voice modulator, something inside him eased. Maybe… just for today… he could let himself be filled a little more.