Chubformers drabble #290!
Characters: Megatron & Bumblebee (Cyberworld)
Word count: 1.5k
Megatron had taken every opportunity to make his latest success at catching the poor Autobot unawares as humiliating as possible for Bumblebee while indulging himself to the finest degree.
The rows of cubes stacked behind him that he insisted Bumblebee would eat for him like a good cow (yes, he had said it just like that, and Bumblebee shuddered to think about whether or not the fluttering fear in his gut had been entirely fear or something else added into the mix—this wasn’t his first time, after all) were bad enough. He couldn’t even begin to imagine the bellyache that lay in store for him when he was stuffed full of those… but the little cow bell dangling from Bumblebee’s neck? That was just too much.
Bumblebee swallowed hard against the ribbon tied all too tightly around his throat. The cow bell jingled its cheery tune as he forced his helm up to meet Megatron’s cruel smile—it was all he could do to avoid the way the ribbon dug into his throat and rubbed the mesh and wiring raw. Megatron was all grins as he curled a servo underneath Bumblebee’s chin and flicked the cow bell with the other, chuckling all the while at the ringing sound it made.
“You make an adorable piece of prey,” Megatron sneered through his smile. “It’s almost a shame I’ve caught you so soon… had I known our paths would cross like this, I would’ve brought a pretty little pair of ears and a nice, plump tail for you to wear.”
He grabbed ahold of the bell and gave it a good tug, and Bumblebee grimaced at the pressure against his throat and the piercing chime ringing in his audials as Megatron gave it another good shake.
“This will suffice,” he said through his laughter. “You’ll make a fine cow as is. I will simply need to ensure you look the part, too.”
It was his fault for trekking off on his own, really. Bumblebee just hadn’t seen the greedy optics staring through the brush or heard the heavy pedesteps coming up from behind him until it was far too late. It was never intentional, no matter what Megatron tried to purr into his processor. He was just out for a stroll when the big, beastly mech had happened upon him. The rest was a whirlwind of flying limbs and Megatron’s bull face staring him down as he lay pinned against the earth, and that brief moment of vulnerability is what left Bumblebee wondering how badly he’d really wanted to escape.
Bumblebee whimpered as Megatron kept him in place with a knee against the yellow bot’s chest as he reached for the first of his many, many cubes. He was agonizingly slow as he peeled off the lid with a cruel smile, and Bumblebee could have sworn his bright red optics glowed even brighter from the giddy excitement of trapping his precious adversary in place for what he claimed was a long-overdue feeding session.
“You’re far too small, you cow,” Megatron said as he lifted the cube to Bumblebee’s face and tipped it forward. When Bumblebee tried to struggle free, Megatron merely held his helm in place and forced him to take the first sip. “You may deny me now, but just you wait… foolish cattle like you always come to your senses eventually.”
Bumblebee tried to kick and thrash his way free, but his fight was useless. Megatron held him in place with a firm servo against the top of his helm—against the tiny, budding horns that sprouted from either side, as Megatron so lovingly referred to them as—and forced the cube inside of him.
The energon was as rich as it was plentiful, and it went down Bumblebee’s throat in thick, heavy gulps. The bell around his neck rang with every twitch of his frame as he tried again and again to fight back, but it was no use. Once Megatron had gotten ahold of him, he could only hope that his feeding would be quick.
“Drink up, cow,” Megatron growled, his face twisted into a determined look of glee as he tossed the now-empty cube aside and reached for another one. “It’s been a while since I last got to feed you… you must be starving without me here to fill your belly.”
The next cube was pushed against Bumblebee’s lips faster than he could respond, but no words came to his mind regardless. He grew slack as Megatron tipped it back and let the thick fuel pour into his mouth, and as he drank, the frantic jingling from his cow bell turned into a softer, quieter ringing that sounded with every bulge of energon that went down his throat.
It was near impossible to avoid running into Megatron anymore, just like it was impossible to avoid the feedings. Bumblebee hated falling prey so easily, but he just couldn’t help it… just like he couldn’t help the way his frame sagged under Megatron’s weight as his tanks grew fuller and fuller. He had finished his second cube even faster than the first, and by the time Megatron reached for the third cube, he no longer had to hold Bumblebee in place. Still, he did, his servo lingering on the mech’s helm and his fingers tracing the small bumps for horns that sprouted from the top.
It was a good thing Bumblebee wasn’t meant to be anywhere anytime soon. As far as he could tell, he’d be trapped here for a while—or at least until Megatron grew tired of purring pet names and flicking his cow bell. His belly was already beginning to swell after the third cube, and by the fourth, Megatron had shifted from kneeling against him to straddling his lap. He sacrificed the servo rubbing Bumblebee’s “horns” in favor of soothing Bumblebee’s gurgling belly as it struggled to digest the one cube of fuel after the next, and Bumblebee groaned at the comforting pressure of his skilled palm working away at the ache blooming just under his plating.
“That’s a good cow,” Megatron said softly, his voice deep and rumbling like the engine in a heavy vehicle. “Keep drinking, Bee. You’re nearly there.”
Bumblebee’s optics fluttered closed despite his best efforts. He didn’t want to be a part of the cattle in Megatron’s metaphorical herd—he never had—but something told him it was far, far too late to be making that defiance known. He squirmed as Megatron fed him the next cube, and then the next, and he panted against the pressure mounting in his stuffed tanks.
Primus, it had been way too long since Megatron last stuffed him full. He didn’t want it to happen again, surely, but… if it did happen more often, it would be easier, right? The little cow bell he wore jingled as he turned his helm away from the last cube, but Megatron eased the fuel down his throat with a coaxing voice and his servo stroking over Bumblebee’s bloated and taut belly.
He had finished again, and Megatron was pleased—he told Bumblebee so as he returned to rubbing Bumblebee’s tiny horns and soothing his big, swollen belly. He made a good cow looking like this… the belly was a nice touch against the curve of his belly stuffed so full (just as it should always be, Megatron gently chided), but it could be better.
“Ears and a tail,” Megatron said, the amusement fading from his voice as he patted Bumblebee’s helm. “One day, Bumblebee, I’ll give you ears and a tail… and with a belly full like this and the bell dangling from your neck, who would ever mistaken you for anything but the cow you are, and the cow you’ve become for me?”
Bumblebee didn’t want to think about it. Primus, he didn’t—he really didn’t. His mind just sort of… thought about it for him.
He could see himself just like that—a tail dangling from between his legs, black and white ears perched on his helm. Megatron always liked to stuff him silly whenever he caught the poor bot alone and unaware. It had started out as some twisted ‘Bot versus ‘Con thing in Bumblebee’s eyes, but now? Now, all he could hear in his audials when Megatron wasn’t whispering was that damned bell ringing around his neck. All he could feel was the churning in his belly and the blessedly painful feeling of his waistline growing another inch.
He shouldn’t have thought about it, surely… but Bumblebee feared the next time Megatron might catch him. There would be those cow ears and a little cow tail, surely. The bell was already there, and his belly was growing with every stuffing. Maybe after that he would be repainted to look like Megatron’s little cow. He should have hated it, and he should have fought back, but he didn’t. Not anymore.
Becoming Megatron’s good little cow didn’t seem all that bad anymore… and maybe, if he were lucky, the next time Megatron fought to pin him to the ground and feed him until he was packed to the brim and bursting at the seams would be the last—not the last feeding, but the last time it took for him to convince Bumblebee that he really was much better off joining Megatron’s herd.
