So uh, Trypticon is a thing in TFA. (As a prison/city) And I would just like to remind everyone that in other continuities, Trypticon could turn into a giant DINOSAUR.... Imagine how that would play out in TFA. :D
The way Trypticon saw their new little deal, which mostly consisted of making Soundblaster wait on him hand and foot while he demanded everything under the sun, was just basic business. It was transactional between them, just like it always had been. Trypticon was in charge, and Soundblaster, though not nearly holding as much power, was as close to Trypticon’s level as anyone could ever come.
It made things like this simple in a general sense. It made it easier to consider it all as basic business between a leader and his best soldier… except Trypticon knew it was more than just that. He knew it wasn’t ever that simple.
Most of his new demands had come from a bigger, greedier side of him he’d never showed before until now. He knew Soundblaster would never deny him anything—the mech was too smart for that. The balance of power between them was a thin line, but Trypticon was held much higher over Soundblaster, second in command or not. It meant he could get away with things like this, and it meant he could request and demand them of Soundblaster to his spark’s content.
Soundblaster knew better than to deny him what he wanted. Soundblaster had always known better. Thus, his questionable loyalty and willingness to comply had worked in Trypticon’s favor for everything… but most notably, it had worked for this.
With Soundblaster carrying out his demands, Trypticon had little else to do but sit back and enjoy the pampering. He had made that most of his day anymore, too, and with Soundblaster’s help, he now spent his time lounging around on the sunken cushions of his rapidly declining couch, his fingers snapping here and there whenever he came up with a new demand for his unwavering second to respond to lickety-split… or else.
Truly, this newfound pleasure of his had left Trypticon growing bigger and lazier than he had ever been before. The couch was his home now, and he made himself comfortable on the entire expanse, his frame having grown massive from idling away and growing fat on Soundblaster’s willingness to serve.
Even now, as he sat massaging his belly and shifting forward as far as he could to let up the big belches that caught in his chest from the massive meal he had demanded Soundblaster feed him, Trypticon was at the height of his gluttony. He had grown huge, and anymore, he was much bigger than he used to be. It meant he had less room to do things for himself, which in turn meant making Soundblaster do things for him, but that, of course, was nothing to him. In fact, that was practically part of the plan.
Trypticon still had all the power he held before, and now, he hardy ever had to lift a single finger if it didn’t aid in his comfort—not with Soundblaster by his side.
Trypticon watched with dimmed optics and a satisfied smile as Soundblaster came back into the room. He dragged with a bucket of soapy water and a rag along with him in anticipation of Trypticon’s next demands, which had been the perfect choice. Trypticon was brightening up at the mere sight, and as Soundblaster came closer, he scooted himself forward until he could prop his pedes up onto the little table he had his second set down for him in front of his couch.
“There you are,” Trypticon said as Soundblaster stopped just in front of him and set the bucket down onto the ground. “Slag, Soundblaster. You had been gone for so long, I was afraid I might have to get up off of my big aft to come find you!”
His laughter was loud, but the undertone of stern irritation was still audible from his words. Soundblaster moved in silence, crouching down in front of his leader’s propped up pedes and dragging the soapy water bucket closer as he prepared his rag. Another good decision, because Trypticon relaxed above him, his small, smug smile returning.
“Mm… there’s a good mech,” he said. “Always thinking ahead, aren’t you, Soundblaster?”
Trypticon hoisted one pede back down onto the floor, leaving the other on display for Soundblaster to address. He wiggled the tip and nodded his helm, pointing to the dusty underside.
“First, clean them for me,” he commanded, his servo settling back down onto his belly. “Then once you’re finished, I’m going to need another belly rub from you. Dinner was perfect, but oh…”
He made a show of squeezing his belly, his face contorting. Beneath his servo, his tanks rumbled, and he lifted his other servo up to his face to stifle the long, low belch that followed.
“Big dinners always come with big consequences.”
Not just consequences for Trypticon, Soundblaster thought as he worked to clean his leader’s first pede, but consequences for him, too. Alas, as the second in command, those were simply the consequences he had to deal with.
He wasn’t foolish, of course. He wasnt just Trypticon’s second, but an indebted mech, his closest ally, and the one chosen to foot all of his leader’s needs now that the big mech was nigh incapable of doing most things himself. He knew that this was a power play more than anything, and he knew that Trypticon was using him for this.
Feeding him those big, heavy meals like the one he had been made to make tonight, along with the suffering in the hot kitchen, the stress of getting it just right, easing Trypticon’s compliments and criticisms, pampering Trypticon afterwards from helm to pede with rubs, washes, and massages… it was everything he was made to do and more anymore.
Trypticon was a needy mech, and he was just as demanding. Soundblaster had become privy to listening for Trypticon belching out his name or watching for Trypticon to command his presence from wherever he stood with a single, curling finger.
Soundblaster knew what this was all about. He knew why Trypticon was doing it, too. Deep down, though… he also knew he really, really liked it, and that he was nowhere near willing or brave enough to ever put their new dynamic to an end.
Trypticon had grown massive all over in the time he’d taken to sitting around for good and commanding Soundblaster do everything he ever needed done. His belly covered the full expanse of his lap anymore, and his thighs had filled out to fill up the empty space on the couch. The cushions were permanently indented by the weight of his frame, and when he spread out fully—his arms on the back of the chair, his legs crossed at the knee—not an inch of space was left, nor a single bit of his frame untouched by his weight gain.
Trypticon wasn’t just satisfied with his new size. He was satisfied with the final power exchange between himself and his second, and he was satisfied by how willing Soundblaster truly was to serve him, no matter the cost. Soundblaster never missed a single thing, and he never missed a single detail.
Soundblaster had learned quick to do a good job. He worked with the utmost of care as he went over each of Trypticon’s pedes, taking his time to polish his plating and knead the mesh that started to build on the bottoms of Trypticon’s legs.
He did this for his own good, of course. Despite his new massive size and permanently gluttonous lazy ways, Trypticon was still powerful. He knew it was best to go with it, to go along with the flow and do as Trypticon told him, but he also knew he still liked it very much, and because of that, he did his job, and he did it well.
It was all business between them up until a point, and that point came when Trypticon found himself patting Soundblaster’s helm as Soundblaster moved between Trypticon’s thighs to begin working at the massive gut he carried in an attempt to help it digest the feast stuffed inside of it. It was all business until Soundblaster heard Trypticon’s voice purring in that sing-song way again, requesting (and demanding) he go to prepare another small (massive) snack once his belly had finally been settled.
It was in those moments they both knew what this was all about. Soundblaster knew how he felt anymore, and so did Trypticon. It was all business to a point, but even then… gluttonous and greedy, Trypticon would demand, and like a good little second, Soundblaster would obey—and slag, Trypticon would be pleased every single time.
I was gonna ask about the Trypticon situation and his relationship to Megatron, but I went back to the original post about it and realized I had misremembered/misinterpreted what it actually was. I remembered the “Megatron raised…” part but not that he’s an ancient Titan and that “raised” meant closer to “woke up”, so my mental image was of Megatron and his 50 foot dinosaur baby or something like that. Kind of embarrassing now that I say it out loud
Don't feel bad, Megatron 'raising' Trypticon could easily be interpreted as he found this baby titan and raised it. In another universe, maybe he did that, and he's Trypticon's dad.
But no, in Shattered Alloys he found a slumbering titan, woke it up and convinced it to join his cause, allowing the Decepticons to gain their signature warship. Which, regardless of if it was 'baby' or not, is pretty badass.
