What he deserves (chubfic)
(C.W. Themes of depression and malnourishment)
When the war finally concluded I.ronhide almost felt disappointed, so many years suffering and it ended with a peace treaty, all that time fighting and it was solved by a flimsy datapad with two names scribbled on. I.ronhide was beyond relieved to see it end but he couldn't even make the mech who caused started it suffer.
Eating became a conflict of interest, he used to be a chubby mech who especially loved his sweets and cybermeat, he'd choke down high grade like a bottomless well. But war hardened him and it also left him hollow. A banquet was held in I.acon complete with high grade, bots chat, laugh and sing with full bellies and full sparks. I.ronhide should be happy, yet his spark and his stomach were still hollow.
He laid against the furthest corner of the hall idly staring at the party goers and brushing off any attempts to chat him up. He hated this, he hated being such a wallflower and he hated seeing all that delicious fuel. The old warmech wanted it so badly, he longed to chat up his friends and eat until his processor went dizzy, but he couldn't, shouldn't, wouldn't.
He finally snaps out of spiral when he realized someone was standing right in front of him. White, red and the life of the party despite his profession may tell you. "What are you doing over here? Not like you to be shy." Ra.tchet teased, "psh..can it, Doc.." I.ronhide blushed turning his helm to the side, not from the comment but from looking at him, the white medic was fat and very proud of it. He spent months taking a much needed break and wasted no time regaining weight, it helped that several bots sent him piles of goodies to thank him for his service.
"Aw, don't look away! I know I look great." Ra.tchet tapped his cheek and squished his full belly with a free hand, it only made the red veteran more flustered. "Oof- I'm stuffed, but I could go for more. There's another batch of pies coming and those things are to die for." I.ronhide scoffed crossing his arms, "haven't you eaten enough?" R.atchet's cheery demeanor shifted, melting into a more tender tone. "Have you? You haven't eaten anything."
The red veteran flinched at this, he should've known the white mech could clock him, especially since he was a goddamn medic, he of all mechs knew just how little Ironhide fuelled either from lack of en.ergon or his own unwillingness. "That's- so? I ain't interested in eating any of this slag, I don't wanna end up like you." He hid behind his usual bravado, Ra.tchet hardly bought it. "As chief medical officer, I would know the dangers of underfuelling, especially for a frame of your size." I.ronhide hissed, hands balled up, he turns around and shoved past Ra.tchet harshly, he found the front door to the venue and drove off. R.atchet figured he found a sore spot, a really sore spot.
I.ronhide drove straight home, kicked the door open and flopped onto his bed. He truly humiliated now, R.atchet was right but it pulled at something deep in his soul. He felt tears poking at his optics so he grabs the remote and flicked the monitor on, to his annoyance all the programs he could focus on were food related. After a few minutes of mindlessly flipping channels, he hears a knock on his door. "I.ronhide? I just wanted to apologize, I went too far on the teasing." The red veteran grumbled something under his breath, at first he wanted to tell the medic to frag off, but instead he got up and opened the door.
The chubby white mech he secretly adored was there, but an intense smell stuck him instantly, behind R.atchet was a trolley tray filled from top to bottom with food from the banquet from the looks of it. A whole cyberfowl fried golden brown, en.ergon pie coated in cream, gooey pizzas,cybersteak ribs slathered in sauce, several scoops of ice cream, donuts covered and stuffed with chocolate and finally cheesey crystal rolls.
I.ronhide's mouth hung,both from shock and to drool, he shakes his head and tried slinking back into his hab "no way, how did you leave with all this? Nuh uh, ain't no way you're making me-" R.atchet jammed his foot in the door and much to the red mech's horror managed to force it open wheeling the food inside. Medic strength was no joke.
I.ronhide's convinced he's eaten more in these past few hours than he has his entire life, and he was old. His poor bed became covered in pink pizza crumbs as R.atchet fed him the last slice, by now he's polished off the meat, pizzas, crystals and ice cream, he complained about the ribs being spicy and got spoonfuls of frosty en.ergon for it. His belly was already protruding rather obscenely, he felt stuffed already and the medic was still reaching for the donuts, he felt utterly humiliated laying on R.atchet's bigger mass and being fed like a helpless young bot.
He couldn't deny it felt so good, internally at least. "A-Alright! Ya already clogged up my tanks well enough, we gotta sto- mmph!!" He feels the fluffy, warm, gooey taste of chocolate e.nergon invading his mouth next, worse yet was that now began the petting. As the donuts were devoured Ra.tchet pats his poor, gurgling belly, occasionally he caressed his cheek and cooed at him doing a good job. All that was left were the pies, he admittedly was excited to try those the most.
"Y-You ain't gonna stop until I'm a slob like you!" I.ronhide protests uselessly, unable to stop the purrs erupting from his engine as the medic continued to lavish him pets and praise. "You still don't get it? You're not a slob for wanting this, it's okay to want this." He coos, reaching out for a slice of pie, he feeds it to him and smiles as the red mech licks the frosting off of his fingers. "I know things have been hard for you, terribly so..but it's all the more reason you deserve this." He says feeding him a couple more slices until the pie was decimated.
With that last slice though came a breakthrough, literally as his stomach plating pops off revealing just how far gone he truly was. "I shouldn't have eatin' all this, Ra.tch.." He says almost in a whimper, he could barely look at his bloated frame now, it looked good on Ratchet not him. "You should, actually. Doctor's orders~" The red warmech actually whimpered this time as R.atchet rose leaving him laying there, he didn't have to wait long however as the white mech nestled beside him squishing their tummies together and gliding his hand over his gurgling mass.
I.ronhide blushes deep magenta and while he tried to look away, he was unable to escape R.atchet's adoring gaze. "I'll have to manage your fuelling from now on, make sure you're getting exactly what you deserve, I.ronhide." He coos once more, the red veteran didn't have much to say, he was too busy moaning through the belly rubs.
"I'm here for you, youu won't have to feel empty ever again."
