18+ werido kink belly inflation and stuff Found out about the small community that is ‘chubformers’ and want to share my stuff and make some moots! Mainly transformers but possibly some other stuff
I guess I’ll share some faves I’ve made and introduce myself
I’m crows I love to draw big belly’s and inflation but I’ve also fallen deep into the trans/formers fan base and recently discovered a small community called ‘chubformers’ and good gosh you people are 🤩 FUN so I wanted to share some of my own work!
Star/scream is my fave along with RiD 2015 bumble/bee and animated rat/chet!
I also have a FA under Bakulloon so if you have seen bits of my work over there then hello I’m here now too!
Their morning was already starting off stressful, but Charlie had put in the time to take off for work early and head to the local bakery for a couple dozen donuts to bring in with him. It was the new routine he adopted every Friday morning when he could, and while Fridays always, without fail, ended up to be the busiest, the longest, and the most exhausting of the entire week, sacrificing a few extra minutes of beauty sleep to take the detour through town for something to treat his family with was always worth it.
Except for today, because Charlie had caught himself running his mouth far too long and sharing far too much with his oddly silent partner who carried him around in the front driver’s seat, and only once they had made it to the base and Charlie was stepping out of Chase’s vehicle mode with the boxes of donuts in hand did he realize his mistake. Rather than follow him behind and head off to find the rest of the Cybertronian crew while Charlie greeted his children in the break room, he was caught by the shoulder and veered off towards his office… and Chase wasn’t letting him put up any protests about it.
It was on him, Charlie reasoned. He had caught himself more than once droning on to Chase about the long days in the office and the short breaks he and the kids got for proper food lately, what with the city finding itself in constant trouble and silly turmoil. It always ended with a long sigh and a hand running down his face as he groaned about “just being extra hungry” and “not getting enough sleep these days,” but Chase had never outright said anything about it. Chase simply listened. He didn’t fully understand, but he listened, and Charlie was grateful for it.
He wasn’t so grateful now as he realized that his constant complaints and obvious struggles were being taken seriously by Chase, who clearly had it in his head to fix them himself. He was ushered into his office with the donut boxes still in hand while Chase gently shut the door behind them before leading Charlie over to the desk chair across the room. Charlie tried to protest, but Chase wasn’t budging. He didn’t speak until Charlie was sat down with the two donut boxes spread out on the desk in front of him, and even then, Chase’s words were short and to the point.
“I’ve asked that Cody take up the role of donut retriever this Friday,” he explained carefully as he pushed open the lid to the first box and peered inside. “Kade has agreed to help him. Heatwave will be bringing them both back here shortly.”
“Donut retriever?” Charlie echoed, his brows raised in surprise and confusion as he watched Chase pick out a chocolate frosted donut from the first box. “But I—he’s not… Chase, I’ve already—“
“Yes,” Chase cut in, “you’ve gotten donuts. Donuts for yourself.”
He held up the donut for Charlie to take, waiting just a few seconds before pushing it closer and forcing Charlie to take a bite. His faceplates were fixed in a stern stare, his optics steady, as he watched Charlie blush and open his mouth.
“Mmph,” Charlie mumbled around the bite, chewing fast so that he could protest again. Before Chase pushed for him to eat more, he managed to say, “who says? I’m the parent here, Chase. You know that!”
“I said so,” Chase said without hesitation. He gestured again with the servo holding a donut before practically forcing it into Charlie’s mouth. “Now eat, Charlie. Work starts in an hour.”
The sudden pushiness and demand for Charlie to stop and take a break for something he’d never done before was a little startling. Charlie wasn’t sure where the thought had come from, let alone what he had said or how much he’d said pushed Chase towards the decision to feed him donuts, but he had an idea.
All of the stress they’d undergone together, struggling with the most of the burden as the head of the team and as the father of the kids and the leader of the Cybertronian group… Charlie had already shown his appreciation for Chase by giving the mech a mandated day off with a car wash, a detailing session, and an entire afternoon to do as he pleased and relax as much as he liked. Chase, he supposed, was merely returning the favor—a little differently than Charlie would have preferred, and a little unorthodox in his approach, but it worked.
Until… Chase grabbed another donut for him to eat. Then another. Then another—
“Mm—mmm!” Charlie hummed loudly around the mouthful of donut Chase had just stuffed into his face, struggling to get the words out as he frantically chewed and waved his arms around. “Mm—“ he swallowed, grimaced at the pain of a massive bite going down his throat, then gasped and leaned back in his chair as he watched helplessly while Chase began picking out the next one. “Chase… please. That’s enough. You don’t—you don’t need to—“
“You’ve been tired lately, Charlie,” Chase cut in again as expected, his optics softening ever so slightly as he watched Charlie pant for breath. “Hungry. Running without breaks. Running yourself ragged. I’m no human, but even I know that we Cybertronians need downtime.” He nodded to his frame, still sparkling and shiny from the polish Charlie had personally performed. “You’ve treated me to a break. Let me treat you to one now.”
“Right,” Charlie wheezed, slumping back in his chair as his belly pressed painfully against his shirt, “but Chase, I—“
Again, he couldn’t finish his sentence. Another half of a donut was shoveled into his mouth, this one powdery and full of sweet raspberry jelly. He groaned as he chewed, the pressure in his stuffed belly becoming painful as it dug into his pants.
As if anticipating his struggles, Chase reached down and undid Charlie’s buttons with deft fingers, undoing the fly of his pants and pulling free his shirt to make room for the swell of his belly. Charlie groaned again, louder, as the relief mixed with the shame of being seen in such a compromising position, but Chase was already back to feeding him the other half of the donut before he could get so far as protesting with his words.
He was half a dozen donuts in before long, then nearing half a dozen more after less than ten minutes of Chase’s insistent stuffing and steady servos. His belly, feeling rock hard and protruding far over the waistband of his pants, gurgling audibly and rumbled as his stomach struggled to digest the massive influx of food.
He was breathing hard now, his hands curled into fists as he hung his arms over the back of the chair. His belly took up every last bit of free space it could, but even then, it pressed against the upper half of his still buttoned shirt. Chase kept feeding him, though, until he was onto his twelfth donut, then swallowing the first bite of the second dozen.
“Chase,” he groaned, his head held up by the back of his chair and his body slumped down as far as it could go. “Chase, please… that’s enough. I don’t think… I don’t think I can handle any more.”
Chase seemed to consider him for a moment, his servo hovering over the second donut in the second box, and paused in his feeding. Then, he sighed, scooted forward on the floor where he knelt below Charlie, and moved on from stuffing his human partner full of food to gently coaxing his belly into digesting the amount that was already stuffed inside of it.
“Ohhh…” Charlie groaned louder, his body melting under Chase’s massive servos and gentle touch. “God, Chase. God, you…”
His words faded into a string of soft, pleased sounds and contented sighs as Chase worked, his fingers kneading the taut skin and soothing the burbling in Charlie’s belly. He reached one servo back into the box of donuts after a time, his other servo still working to ease Charlie’s belly, and lifted it up for Charlie to take.
They were close now. If Charlie could eat a dozen in one go, he could take a dozen more.
“No,” Charlie moaned at first, shaking his head slowly to avoid upsetting his belly. “No, no. I… I can’t.”
“Hm,” Chase grunted in return, a small, amused smirk twisting his face. “And here you’re always complaining on the job about how hungry you are, no matter how many snacks I try to sneak you between shifts.”
Charlie opened his eyes a crack then, scowling at the soft laughter and amusement etched onto Chase’s faceplates. “You little—“
He was cut off by another donut stuffed into his mouth—this one soft, fluffy, and glazed, his favorite. Chase laughed louder as Charlie grumpily chewed, settling his second servo back atop Charlie’s belly until Charlie was ready for the next.
“My assumption was incorrect,” he said after Charlie had swallowed. “I’d assumed that eating a heavy breakfast would make you more amiable for the rest of the day. Maybe I was wrong.”
This time, there was no response. When Chase reached for the next donut, Charlie accepted it with a put-on pout and a quiet sigh, but ate it without complaint.
He ate slowly after that, struggling with every bite and groaning after every donut he finished. Chase was gentle in his belly rubbing, easy in his feeding, but stayed steady, not stopping until they’d reached the last one in the box. By the time Charlie was finished, his belly had ballooned outward into a comically round shape, and its size was triple anything it had ever been before, even during his dad bod phase.
Chase stared at it for a while, pleased with his work. Finally, Charlie was silent, save for the little sounds of relief and pain he gave whenever Chase pressed too hard on his full belly. He looked good like this. Better than he looked stressed at least, and that was a great accomplishment.
Silently, Chase decided to make this a frequent occurrence. Maybe monthly, if not more often. He knew very well that Charlie could use it… and with Charlie looking so good with his belly sticking out and his face stuck in a mixture of bliss and pain, it wasn’t something Chase ever wanted to forget.
not a very cowboyish idea but its one I've had for a while. Someone buys new clothes, realizes they're too big for them to wear, and as a solution they inflate themself to fit.. pump by pump the clothes getting less loose on them..
this is a very loose interpretation of what i know u were actually going for but
[ID: a sequence of four drawings. the first shows a cowboy in oversized clothing saying “fuck” as he looks down at his outfit. in the second drawing, a cloud person approaches and caresses the cowboy’s face. in the third, the cloud person pulls the cowboy into a kiss, and his belly begins to expand as the cloud person fills him with air. in the final drawing, the cloud person rubs the stunned cowboy’s belly, now bloated enough to make the shirt snug. the cowboy is blushing and disheveled.]
Hmm. Puffkisses from a dragon or another monster several times bigger than you.
It only takes a few deep breaths, their lips somehow sealed perfectly around yours, until you're completely inflated and at their mercy. Really all you can manage is whimpering and uselessly wiggling your hands.
They'll squeeze you and roll you around, purring about what a cute balloon you make. A perfect little plaything for them. Perhaps they'll threaten you a few times with a claw pressing into your tight skin. They'll pull it away and go back to being more gentle, seemingly amused as your heart races.
Love your Tfa inflation art!
would you consider drawing inflated jetfire (tfa)
or possibly Blitzwing? (also tfa)
Oh 100% I want to do something with the jet twins sometime just haven’t got around to it! As for Blitzwing oh boy…he gets the inflation treatment from me a bunch! It’s doodles mainly but I do want to do Blitzwing more!
💬 3 🔁 0 ❤️ 14 · Yeah don’t be weird, I like dumb sequence in cartoons so that why I decide to made this mini comic, why did I choose to do
I just think they are adorable and yes Ratchet it’s still very mad! Compare to Optimus, Ratchet doesn’t waste energy that rapidly soo it’s going to take him a lot of time to be back to “normal” and yeah there’s no way they can’t transform in this condition. Optimus just wants to laugh it of, but Optimus won’t be able to fight in this shape maybe from afar with a laser gun but beyond that, he is as miserable just like Ratchet I guess they can be miserable together for now….. but let me know what you think and thank for your attention ❤️
