This is based on a dream I had. Why I dream of crap so silly, I dunno. But it's weird, and I was like, why don't I write for some not so brilliant idea. So anyways, you may get some silly- eh why you write that- crap from me once in a while...
Once again, Ratchet sat alone onboard the lost light. No one really wanted him to tag along on this mission, claiming they needed a fighter not a medic. Under normal situations, he would have been alright with that. However, he caught Sunstreaker speaking to Cliffjumper that Ratchet was just a waist of space. What did he ever truly accomplish except for yelling at people and getting in the way?
Words hurt, you know. And that really hurt the CMO's feelings. Was he hard on his patients? Yes, but only when they hurt themselves doing something stupid. Take Cliffjumper for example. A few weeks back he came back from a mission sporting a broken arm. He didn't hurt himself honorably in the line or duty, no- instead he was horsing around and fell down a rubble pile and the next few hours had been spent to free him from the debris. Talk about a waste of time. And medical supplies.
What caused this sudden lashing out on Ratchet's lack of use? Well, mainly that he stayed behind rather then went out in the front lines. But also because of the last time. It was an honest accident. It was the classic opened a chest and out sprayed this mysterious gas that engulfed no one other then their medic. Ratchet felt fine afterwards, but naturally, concern was drawn up as to what risk the gas had exposed the red and white mech to. So, the mission was canceled and all were called back to the ship with all it's members claiming Ratchet ruined their fun. Even Rodimus looked upset with Ratchet. And deep down, Ratchet really cared and wished he could do more for the team. Being told how worthless you are, eventually he just started believing it. Well, now it was two days later and they all went back to give the mission another try. Without him.
With a sigh, Ratchet grumpily walked around the empty space ship. At least he had some time to himself he thought optimistically. Yeah, that never worked before, so why should he think it would now? No one understood him, and no one ever took the time to try to understand. He wondered wich path he should take, when suddenly his stomach growled. Well, at least that made up his mind for him; he'll go to the dinning area and get something to eat. He just suddenly realized how hungry he was.
As he walked in the empty room, the motion detector lights flicked on. He made his way to the energon dispenser and poured himself a glass, and chugged it all down right away. Without a second thought, he refilled his glass and greedily drank it down as well. Slag, he was still so hungry. He made his way to a cupboard and opened it up. He found the stack of junk food Rodimus bought for everyone after a lucky trip to a gambling hall. He let out a sigh as he recalled the day- he was, once again, stuck on the ship while everyone else got to go off and have fun. It wasn't fair- but then again, it never was. Without a second thought, he retrieved a bunch of energon food in his arms and walked to the first table and sat down. He didn't see why he couldn't help himself to the majority of them.
Ratchet began to unwrap the treats as he though on how bad he felt. He felt alone and neglected, but when he took a bite of the sweet energon snack, it pushed those feelings away. All he could focus on was how good it felt to gobble up the sweets, the way it was chewy and stuck to his teeth down to its savory taste . One by one, the CMO finished up his stockpile of food and found himself disappointed when all that lay before him on the table was the empty wrappers.
Without a second thought, Ratchet got up from the table and returned to the cupboard only to find one bar remaining. Whoops- he took a little more then he should have, but there is no sense just leaving one left. He unwrapped it and ate it as he rummaged around for something else to satisfy his sweet tooth. "Damn it," He muttered as he searched. He knew there had to be a supply of some more tasty treats. His stomach rumbled again and he attempted to satisfy it with bits of energon food he found scattered around here and there, but nothing tasted as good as the energon candy bars. The sweets had always drowned out his feelings the best.
And then he found what he was looking for. Ratchet licked his lips as he grabbed the little pastries from the shelf and took them in his arms- stopping first for another glass of liquid energon, then sat back down at the table. Smiling, he unwrapped an energon cream filled pasty with green icing and brought it up to his mouth. He could taste the sweetness of the treat before it even hit his lips and he took a huge bite- nearly eating the entire snack in one bite. "Hmmmmm..." Ratchet moaned as the food sure did hit the spot. He popped the rest in his mouth and began to unwrap the second one.
This routine of shoving the sweet treats in his mouth and swallowing the gooey stuff continued on til once again, he ran out. Swallowing the last mouthful, Ratchet's sour mood soon returned. With a heavy sigh, he looked down at the mess of empty wrappers on the table. Primus he must have really pigged out! His stomach rumbled yet again, and he brought his hand down to rub the still hungry belly. With a bit of a shock- he realized just how much he ate- his belly looked bloated and felt tight as it now stuck out quit a bit. He though if he stopped now, slept instead of giving into this urge to eat and worked out for the next few days, none of the crew would know the real reason he disliked candy energon; he just couldn't control himself with it. He could easily expect the other bot's to blame each other for eating all the sweet snacks and never know that he was the glutton behind it.
Ratchet felt guilty over his binge, but just shrugged as he squished his pudgy belly, then got up to leave. The urge to grab just one more treat for the walk back to his quarters won, and he walked over and snagged one more- OK, two more. He turned around and headed back, shoving the last in his mouth as he saw First Aide standing in his own doorway.
"Scrap!" Ratchet shouted, although it didn't sound so clear with a mouthful of sweets. Just his luck that Aide's room was right next to his and the smaller medic was standing right there, staring at him. His cheeks flushed red at his assistant catching him in the act of overindulging his sweet tooth- not to mention the weight gain. Not only that, now he couldn't lie about not knowing who ate all the sweets out of the pantry- it was obvious it was him.
"Someone's got the munchies." First Aide said suggestively, not sounding one bit repulsed. Ratchet knew that under that face plate the smaller mech was snickering. The CMO didn't speak, just shrugged his shoulders and worked on swallowing. "Well, it's a good thing that I just got done baking these, huh?" Aide winked and held up a tray of what looked to be cupcakes with pink frosting and sprinkles. "Would you like some Ratchet?" First Aide held up the tray to let the other look, and Ratchet stared at them with wide eyes as he licked at his lips. "Thought so." Aide replied as he gestured to enter his quarters. He placed the tray of energon sweets on a table, sat down, and kicked out the other chair for Ratchet, who joined him at the table.
"Well, I guess having one won't hurt," Ratchet said shyly as he snatched a cupcake off the tray. "Since, you know, you went through the effort to make them." He licked at the icing first- wow! The pink stuff was so sweet and the sprinkles crunched just right. He took a bite and and moaned at just ow delicious it tasted. "Wow, Aide, you can bake rather well." Ratchet said and shoved the last bit into his mouth. Eating this was so divine!
"Thanks," Aide said, blushing a little from the rarely complimenting CMO's words. "It's something I like to do in my free time. Here, have another one." Aide grabbed another cupcake and held it out to Ratchet, who held his hands out to deny it. "Come on, one more won't kill you, big boy." First Aide moved the treat to Ratchet's mouth and when the older mech opened his mouth to voice a complaint, he shoved it in, forcing Ratchet to take another huge bite. Not that the CMO complained that much, mind you, he eagerly chewed the mouthful of cupcake, swallowed, and voiced no complaint at the other forcing the remaining bit in his mouth.
"Hmmm... Looks like someone made a mess!" First Aide baby talked as his finger wiped up icing around the other's mouth and then licked it off his finger. "Does taste good. Want another?"
It doesn't really count as a question when the treat was being shoved into one's mouth, but Ratchet eagerly took all the bites that where offered to him. He barely had a second to breath for First Aide was always ready with more sweets. Ratchet tried not to focus on the way his assistant stole glances at how chubby his belly was getting with all the cupcakes he was being fed. It was starting to make him uncomfortable and he tried to turn himself away.
First Aide just tsked as he shook his head and boldly grabbed at Ratchet's pudgy belly. "Don't get all bashful on me." Aide said as he held out the last chunk of the energon cupcake and plopped it in the other's mouth while he gave the belly a pat. The smaller bot frowned. "Man, I'm out! You gobbled them all up, you little piggy!"
Ratchet's cheeks turned bright red as he tried to mutter out an apology. He finally swallowed the energon treat in his mouth and let out a little groan. "I probably should stop anyways, I'm full."
"Aww... Got a bellyache?" First Aide asked and gave the round squishy belly a pinch. "I have something else you may like... If you're able to handle it, that is." He stood up and walked out of Ratchet's view. Clangs rang through the otherwise silent room- well, aside from someone's belly growling- and soon First Aide returned with a large mixing bowl and a spoon. "Was gonna bake a cake as well." First Aide idly stated and set the bowl of the energon cake batter on the table. He grabbed Ratchet's hands from his lap, placed them over the arm rests and plush his legs together so he could sit closely on the lap; at least as close as the overstuffed belly would let him. Aide took a moment to rub his hands on said belly, making sure to pinch where it hung over his hips. "If you don't want it, I could just make that cake for the rest of the 'bots..."
Ratchet snorted and rolled his optics. "You gonna tease me with that batter or let me eat it?" He asked in a grumpy tone. His stomach let out another growl, and First Aide laughed.
"I don't want my little piggy-wiggy starving to death, do I?" First Aide said as he grabbed the bowl. He wagged a finger at Ratchet when his finger tried to scoop some batter out. "I'll do it." The spoon was dipped in, and a heaping dollop emerged. Ratchet licked his lips in anticipation, then opened wide to allow First Aide to spoon feed him.
"MMMmmmmm..." Ratchet moaned. Primus that batter tasted sweet and satisfying! He chewed, swallowed, then held his mouth open, silently demanding more.
First Aide didn't hesitate and a second spoonful was shoved in. Clearly enjoying himself, Aide was cooing and baby talking- like he was feeding a sparkling- all the while. "What a good mech... You eat so well... Such a *big* mech... " Aide balanced the bowl between himself and Ratchet to free up a hand to grope the chubby tummy, pinch or pat at it- whatever he desired. Aide even pressed himself into the belly, practically laying into the other as he continued to put spoonful after spoonful into the waiting mouth. "Such a hot fatty." Aide whispered as his cooling fans clicked on.
This caused Ratchet to nearly choke and spit out the batter in his mouth. "Primus Aide, never pegged you as a chubby chaser."
His assistant just shrugged and dipped his finger in the batter and brought it to the other's mouth. "You have no idea." Aide said as he pressed the digit into Ratchet's mouth, thoroughly enjoying it being sucked clean.