“Ah... I...” His voice stuttered, shocked at such closeness. Yes, who could object to a rumbling frame warming against his side? But the closeness was sudden. And shocking. Discussions usually consisted of Wing sitting on the edge of the berth, hand idly working chakra’s while he lounged on his back.

But the closeness felt nice. And it was of Wing’s choosing.

“I... dunno.... just been feeling a bit down lately.” Sunder shrugged, ex-venting heavily. “Just feel like I can do more to contribute. You know?”

“You do plenty.” Wing patted at the belly, causing the chub to dance and jiggle.

And that sight triggered bad thoughts. “Like what?” The mnemosurgeon scoffed. “All I do is stuff my face and lie around. I can hardly move without getting winded. Slag, I even need sponge baths!”

“Babe,” Wing clicked his tongue and pressed his body closer. “Remember how I explained you will experience a period of spiritual healing?” A smile hinted at his face as his cheeks flushed. Wing bashfully looked away. “That’s what this is. During this period, you only need to self-reflect and recover from your dark times. No toil is expected of you.”

“I just feel so useless. Like... I’m a waste of space.” Sunder’s frame stiffened at the snuggle, but, despite his shock, he couldn’t resist caving to the Spiritualist’s offered comfort, as if he were a magnet unable to resist the pull.

“Don’t say that. Every mech here went through this, in one form or another. Their needs were tended to. Their care met. It’s part of the process of recovery, and we are all happy to serve you during it.”

“Really?” Sunder tilted his helm, looking down at the Spiritualist.

“Trust me. No one here minds.” Wing’s golden optics pulsed brightly as he smiled. “However, I have a feeling this emotional state is more than just that.”

“Yeah...I... I just realized how big I have become...” His servos patted at his overinflated paunch.

“You sure are turning into a big, strong mech, hmmmm?” Engines gently purred as another hug was given, the jet's frame pushing into the squishy protomesh. “Whatever you need to heal will be provided. And if you desire to eat, then only the tastiest foods shall be provided.

“But....”

“But what?”

Sunder couldn’t stop his optics from wandering down his frame. His stomach bellowed out, flab spilling like melted taffy. His thighs became so thick and round, covered in dimples of accumulated cellulite. His face felt soft; when he talked, his double chin bounced around. And let’s not even mention that enlarged fat aft he now sported.

“Just look at me, Wing!” Sunder huffed, grabbing the flab of his stomach and shaking.

“Oh, trust me, I am.”

Here it comes. Wing’s going to lay down some harsh truths! Might as well beat him to the punch. “Yeah, can’t miss me in my fattened, disgusting state, huh?”

“Now, why would you say something silly like that?” Wing frowned, making sure to gently caress the softened belly.

“I’m... Ah... I’m a disgusting, unkempt slob.”

“That sounds like something that would come out of someone else’s mouth.... hmmm?” Sunder stared dumbfounded but eventually shook his helm in agreement. “That mech was vile. You must realize that cruel people tell hurtful lies. Anything to make them feel powerful over the mechs they control. Sunder, you most definitely aren’t disgusting.”

“You’re just being nice.” There was no chance someone like Wing wouldn’t think so low of him: just look at the mess he’d become.

“I’m being honest.” A kiss pecked a round cheek, then on the lips before traveling down a broad chest. “You’re healing, Sunder.” A few more kisses traveled down, tracing the seams of plating. “Emotionally, and physically. If eating...” *smooch* “Soothes your inner soul...” *Smooch* “Then I’ll be the first in line to feed you.” By now, the Spiritualist was planting kisses over the vast surface of that enlarged paunch, leaving the mnemosurgeon’s optics wide in shock. “And if you recall, I believe I have been.”

Sunder held back giggles from that tickling sensation, but when that devious mouth sucked in some flab and gently bit, restraint was lost. “Ah-hah! Wing!” The Autobot wiggled, but did not resist. A joyous shock overtook him; there was no way this was happening-this had to be a dream!

 How long has it been since anyone touched him in this way? Ions...and even then, it was a cheap, back-alley frag. Sure, the mech could be considered a regular, and a certain amount of amicable caring took place, but the relations were still friends with benefits. And the kind of just stick it in already.

Wing, on the other hand, seemed dead-set on making sure his touch felt purposeful. And good.

“So... are you for real? Sunder desperately fought to keep his fans still despite his heated frame. “You aren’t repulsed by what you see?”

“My king, I happen to like my mechs big.” A seductive grin was displayed on his face. An optic playfully winked. “Would you like me to show you?”

“I... ahhhh....” His cheeks grew warm watching Wing straddle over his frame, revealing himself to be at full attention. This time, there was no stopping those cooling fans from whirling to life.

“Gotta let me know if this is okay, babes....” Wing licked his lips, eagerly awaiting an answer. “I don’t wish to take too much....”

How could anyone expect him to decline when such beauty straddled over his frame? “Ah... please.... yes.... I....”

“Like what I have to offer?” Those hips gently ground into the crest of that flabby belly.

“Y-yes...” Sunder stammered, too smitten by the sight before him to form complete sentences. Never in a million vorns would he imagine someone as elegant as Wing taking this kind of interest in him! Feeling that sturdy frame pressed into his while being covered in kisses was like a dream come true. There was no denying the budding of secret feelings for the other, but fear of rejection sealed those emotions deep inside —Sunder learned years before to keep certain things to himself.

“Touch me...” The Spiritualist huskily spoke before capturing the other’s lips.

Could such sultry demands be ignored? Flabby arms wrapped around the narrow frame to needily trace gaps in the plating, then grabbed a hold of that pert aft. Hearing the deepened moans accompanied by the grinding of those hips provided encouragement, zapping pings of ecstatic desire through his frame.

“You feel so good...” Wing huffed, a servo gently tracing a cheek. “Just look what you do to me, hmmm?” His crotch pressed its prize into the belly’s softness, proudly displaying his excitement. And when those pudgy cheeks turned red, Wing couldn’t help but grin. “Have I told you just how adorable you are?”

“Ahhh....” Sunder smiled sheepishly. “You definitely are making it known.” His own servos left no surface of that elegant frame untouched. Those graceful, slim curves were caressed, fingers tracing seams, and edges hungrily explored. He pulled that frame closer to his, enjoying the warmth of the heated frame and never wanting the contact to end.

“Tell me what you want...” The flyer groaned, frame shivering in delight. “Tell me how my King wishes to be served.”