80% Contaminated Packing Peanuts

Pro.wl wasn't a mech who fuelled much, ene.rgon was scarce and the Dece.pticons certainly weren't keen on sharing, in fact they blew the energy on frivolous endeavors and even when used properly some of their own hardly saw any cubes. It was cruel enough to the lower ranking bots for the enforcer to take some pity in.

So he wouldn't fuel, but he hasn't a fool either, he didn't starve himself but rather fuelled only when absolutely necessary, which was honestly just tactical starvation. Even then it was precisely the right amount needed to keep his levels stabilized and his frame functioning, some bots were worried for him and insisted he eat more, he'd dismiss them under the notion he wasn't starving. A technicality that kept other bots from pestering him further.

With all this in mind, Pro.wl was utterly baffled by the decision to use the recent ene.rgon haul to be cooked into snack foods. That fuel could've gone to proper cubes! Or food that was actually filling and nutritious! Instead it was made into candies, crunchy cubes and pastries, all of which looked, smelled and probably tasted incredible, but he was too proud to indulge in any of it. So he agonized over his allies munching away, delighted moans and eager giggles filling the mess hall as the others got a taste of ene.rgon that wasn't plain old rations. He'd anguish in his office clutching his cramping stomach as it wailed for food, he was fed and yet just seeing others eat made him yearn for more.

Even with all the excitement, it didn't take long for others to notice how miserable the black and white enforcer was, due in part to his traitorous tanks, in one particularly embarrassing incident Pro.wl walked into the dining room to speak with In.ferno, only for his neglected tanks to loudly growl for the entire room to hear, all optics were on him and after relaying the information he needed Pro.wl was out of the room in a flash.

"You heard that too, right?" A worried Blu.estreak asks. "I dunno maybe.." Infe.rno responded sarcastically, "he's been hovering around here for a while, I thought he was just pissed at us for blowing the fuel on snacks but..Pr.imus he sounds so hungry." Blu.estreak frowns as he says that, him and Infe.rno notice a new snack item added to the pastry shelf, as soon as they saw what it was tucked in those boxes they turned to each other and grin.

"You thinkin' what i'm thinkin'?"

"Oh yeah.."

The black and white mech did what he normally does when he's upset, work himself to the metallic bone and bark orders at bots. It wasn't a healthy habit he admits. Though as soon as he opens the door he's met with a confusing sight, towers of colorful boxes littered all across his precious workspace! Pro.wl was infuriated, wasting fuel on snacks was one thing but pulling some annoying prank was another! His mood shifts upon seeing the contents of these containers, donuts, generously coated in sugary icing and colorful sprinkles. He drools at the sight, he absolutely loved these but he couldn't! This was at least ten dozen donuts.

Before he could even begin to remove them, his tanks clatter once more, angry and tired of being ignored. He argued with his own body rationalizing that he'd just drink another cube, they weren't having any of it, they clawed at his insides and damn near made the room shake from how much they roared. Pro.wl whimpered, maybe just one wouldn't hurt, and the one he indulged in was amazing, delightfully sweet and warm in his dribbling mouth. Okay, maybe another, or three.

Just like that, he lost himself to the fluffy, sugary rings. One by one the boxes were emptied, he even greedily clawed at stray sprinkles at the bottoms, the mesh of his midriff was stretching out and his angry tanks were finally satiated. It didn't take long for a chubby Pro.wl to be on the ground surrounded by empty boxes face covered in crumbs and sprinkles, just one donut in his servo surviving his rampage. Weighed down his obscenely thick stomach he blushes embarrassed at how much he let himself go, though he didn't worry about that long as the sugar crash hit him like a truck, for the first time in a while he went to sleep with a full tank growling out of quiet happiness now.

Later on the culprits of this dastardly plan came to check on him, they both smile and snickered at the sight. Though they were kind enough to clean up empty donut boxes and move poor Pro.wl to his be.rthroom for somewhere less uncomfortable to sleep. He's draped on his slab, tucked in with a blanket and the single donut he clung onto was relocated to another box it became the thirteenth donut in there for Pro.wl to enjoy later. Blu.estreak and Infe.rno were very satisfied with themselves.

They didn't exactly mean to go overboard but...Well, they're here now. Least they aren't hungry anymore.

they’re so used to flaunting their body in short, tight tops or dresses… and now their stomach is painfully stretching against the fabric. the waistband of their usual skinny jeans has to be pulled down to allow the full weight of their belly to rest. they hike their top up to rub circles into the mound, and it growls in protest.

bonus if there’s an occasional burp that rumbles its way out as they press into the top of their stomach, aching for some sort of release. double bonus if their gut is so taut and stretched that their bellybutton shallows out on the verge of popping.

idk man

oh absolutely. a.lpha t.rion took in this hungry dumpster gremlin, mans will be taking every opportunity he can to spoil him with treats

m.egatronus can't say he hates it~