Hot Rod has always had small boobs. When he starts helping Soundwave take care of his cassettes his boobs begin to grow and he starts producing milk.
Omg yes! He goes from having a small perky b cup to having double d’s and he doesn’t know how to handle the heavy weight or steady slow building change!
He’s losing his mind over how big they are and how they don’t go down even after he drains the milk from them.
Once he tried ignoring the need to milk when he first started noticing it but that idea quickly got tossed out as he was having chest pains and then they started leaking through his chassis when he went to bend down to pick up the cassette twins and he just…burst in tears.
Soundwave had to step in at that point.
Ravage, Rumble and frenzy were all young sparklings that needed milk and even now before the war sparkling milk is lacking in so many nutrients since it wasn’t the brand rich or high class bots could afford.
The sparklings would whine and cry nuzzling against his chassis and the smell of sparklings in need is what kick started his frame to produce milk. As a carrier it was bound to happen but since his spark attached to them and saw them as his own that made the production easier and his frame allowed itself to produce more than what they needed since he suddenly had three sparklings that his frame knew it did not emerge. It decided to produce an abundance of milk filled with nutrients and minerals that made Hot rod large in the bust and almost always leaking.
His instincts were screaming at him to let the sparklings feed straight from the source instead of him just pumping and tossing it to the gardens.
It took a few months but by then he was a double d and the milk spilled out when he bent over and his chassis popped open from the strain and his breasts were out and leaking.
He immediately covered up and burst into tears.
With milk production came increased sensitivity and he hated that last part.
“I’m sorry, i’m sorry,” he apologized, his em field was fluxing and it was making the sparklings fussy as they cried for him and milk.
“Hot rod: cease apologizes. Sit: allow Soundwave to remedy.”
Hot rod wasn’t sure how Soundwave was going to do that but he trusted the mech. Or well, maybe he shouldn’t have, seeing as Soundwave brought all three sparklings to Hot rod and carefully laid them in his arms making him expose his breasts that the sparklings latched onto and suckled.
“Concerns: moot. Sparklings: receiving utmost quality energon and Hot rod no longer will be in pain or worrying of sparklings fuel quality or boundaries. Sparklings: mine and Hot rods.”
The gentle tip of Soundwave’s helm and his soft digits rubbing against Hot rods cheek plating made the teary mech relax against the berth and sigh in relief. This was much easier on his frame than pumping or squeezing the milk out.
And he couldn’t go without kissing Soundwaves palm. The mechs words were tender, soft, and spark touching.
“Hot rod: carrier to Soundwaves cassettes emergence or not. Hot rod: Soundwave’s.”
That last part made him blush furiously but also laugh as he motioned for the mech to lean beside him and touch helms.
“Okay sweet sound. I accept.”
“Was not a request,” Soundwave spoke, making Hot rod laugh.
Soundwave took his visor off and all four optics looked kind, happy and loving as a tiny smile laid on his scarred face plate that Hot rod kissed softly, mindful of any pain.
“Ya know, that sounds like a threat,” Hot rod joked knowing Soundwave was serious but not in a threatening manner. No. Never Soundwave. Not to him.
“Promise,” the mech spoke, his fangs peaking from the side of his permanently open intake from scars received during a gladiator battle.
“My favorite,” Hot rod smiled leaning into the mech, peaking an optic open to watch their sparklings who happily suckled and paid them no mind.
