The slow boring days of life on the Ark eventually came to an end. Rachet stepped off the transport shuttle and rejoined a handful of the Lost Light crew on another planet. His spark sank upon realizing First Aid wasn't with them, but instead, he was accompanying a search team consisting of mechs he really felt indifferent about. This was going to be just great! At least he had the rest of the afternoon and night to himself; the mission wouldn't start until the next morning.

Ratchet made his way to their hotel and upon checking in, he took his keycard and made his way to his room. He wondered through the halls until he stood in front of his room's door. With a sigh of relief, Ratchet fed the keycard in the slot and the locked clicked open. Pushing the door wide, Ratchet entered the room; it was small but cozy. Noting of just one berth, Ratchet smiled; at least he didn't have to share a room.

The window gazed upon the hotel's pool and Ratchet idly watched as several enjoyed playing in the water. The sun was out and it was a warm day. Perhaps he should go for a swim? The medic shook his head no; he didn't feel like it. Turning away from the window, he walked to his berth and plopped himself down. He turned the podcast system on and with the remote, flicked through the channels. Nothing good was on! Flicking it off, he tossed the remote on the dresser and noticed an advertisement card.

Ratchet picked it up and looked it over. It advertised an all you can eat energon buffet filled with culinary delicacies. Apparently, this place prided itself on their desserts! His mouth began to water at the thought of going down and judging for himself if their delicious desserts were indeed the best in this solar system. A voice did nag at the back of his mind; would it a good idea to go down and overeat on those desserts? He was never one to just have one slice of cake- hell, given the option of two cake, he couldn't stop at just one. Plus, they were heading out for their silly treasure hunt the next day. Would this really be a wise decision?

Most likely not.

"Just one, please." Ratchet told the cashier as he handed over the right amount of credits and walked into the buffet. They had a full meal selection of such exquisite energon delicacies, but it was the dessert selection that called out to Ratchet. Before he even found himself a table, he walked over, picked up a plate and began selecting the colorful sweets he wished to taste.

Once his plate was heaping, Ratchet found a booth in an empty spot and sat down. Then a hard decision had to be made; which to try first? The cream filled cupcakes looked good, as well as the tarts-truthfully, everything looked good! It was a hard choice, but what he settled upon tasting first was a slice of cake with pink frosting. Slicing the tip off with his fork, Ratchet brought the utensil and laced the tasty treat in his mouth. Primus it was delicious! His optics closed and he hummed as he savored the decadent, sweet taste. Once swallowed, Ratchet smiled and grabbed himself another forkful.

Once the cake was gone, he worked on scarfing down the cupcakes. They were simply to die for! The cakey section was so moist and the cream filling was just the right blend of sweetness to make the little treats the perfect blend of goodness. The medic licked his finger's clean and went to work on the cherry tart- which was delicious! In a matter of no time, Ratchet cleared his plate of all the desserts.

They truly were amazing! He licked his lips as he rubbed his tummy- he wasn't nearly full, but thought about the activities planned for the next day. With all the traveling around he was expecting to do, he really shouldn't overindulge himself. He immediately knew it was a bad idea coming here! He couldn't stop himself from seconds when some new desserts were placed out.

Ratchet selected more pastries; ones with hot fudge dripped over them and freshly baked double chocolate chip cookies that were still warm so they almost broke apart. Once there was no more room- some little candies were even spilled in the spaces- Ratchet made his way back and dug in. His regrets vanished as soon as his bit into a moist cookie- these were even better than his carriers made growing up! Swallowing the warm gooey treat put him in his happy place. He didn't care if he had to move around the next day; didn't care if anyone else pointed and laughed, he just wanted to stuff himself full of these decadent sweets!

After clearing that plate and one more afterwards, Ratchet felt a little guilty as he rubbed his stuffed belly. He gained all the weight back that he had lost. It's not that he hated being fat; he didn't mind having a pudgy belly and being on the large side; in fact, he rather liked eating until he was stuffed so full. Expelling a sigh, Ratchet could picture what tomorrow would be like; he would trail behind, complaining that he was so tired of walking due to carrying around the extra weight. Getting up from the table, Ratchet made his way to the dessert table once again. He'll be ridiculed tomorrow, so he minus well eat what he wants and be happy right now.

After selecting the treats he wanted, Ratchet returned to his booth once again and took a cupcake and began to eat it.

"Hey, what's up?" A voice called out and startled the medic.

Great. Ratchet tried to chew and swallow his mouthful as quickly as he could. Why the hell did Drift have to sit with him as he overeats his sweets? He preferred to be alone- or with First Aid- when he stuffed himself to such a large size. To his annoyance, the sword's mech sat down uninvited.

"What do you want?" Ratchet muttered out, then stuffed the remaining half of the cupcake in his mouth.

Drift just shrugged. "I saw you eating here all alone and just figured I'd join you for the company." Ratchet just 'harrumphed' the best he could. "The food here's good, huh?" Drift gave a smirk.

Ratchet furrowed his brows and slammed his fists onto the table, which caused Drift to jump. There was no doubt Drift could see his chubby belly. "So you came here to tease?" Ratchet got to leave, but he barely touched all the sweets on his plate. Dammit! He wanted to eat more!

"No!" Drift pleaded. "Don't go Ratch! I wasn't teasing!"

Reluctantly, Ratchet gazed over the flaky white mech and discovered he was serious. He sat back down and folded his arms across his chest while giving his best pout.

"Aww don't be like that," Drift said and grabbed one of Ratchet's cupcakes. "Come on, I know you want it." Drift shoved the cupcake into the medic's mouth, and Ratchet had no choice but to chew the delicious treat. "See, it wasn't that bad!" The third in command went to grab another treat, but Ratchet grabbed the mech's wrist.

"Why the bloody pits does every friggin' bot wanna frickin' feed me?" Ratchet shouted fiercely, released his grip, snatched a cupcake and shoved it into Drift's mouth. "How's it feel?" Primus, he was going to feed someone else for a change.

Drift chewed his mouthful then swallowed. "Tasty." Drift gave a lewd grin and proceeded to try to feed Ratchet another one. "Hey, only being fair. I let you feed me, so I can feed you."

Ratchet shrugged his shoulders and opened his mouth. What was the difference after all? He ate the cupcake in a few bites, but when Drift picked up another, Ratchet shook his head no. "You have to eat it."

"I see," Drift said as he licked at the cupcake's icing. "For every one you eat, I have to take one?"

"No," Ratchet laughed. "For every snack I eat, you have to take three."

"Wha?" Drift complained. "That's not fair!"

"I think so," Ratchet exclaimed and patted his stomach. "It gives you a chance to catch up since I already started."

"Very well," Drift said with a quirky brow. He took a huge bite of the first cupcake and began to chew. "Mmmmmmm," Drift moaned at its sweet taste and swallowed. "They taste so good!" He stuffed the last bit into his mouth and took his second and did the same, then grabbed for his third. Once completed, Drift selected the biggest cupcake and set it in front of Ratchet. This continued, Ratchet eating one cupcake to Drift's three until the plate was emptied and Drift needed one more.

"Aww... Looks like we are out." Drift smiled, but Ratchet just laughed.

"Go get some more," Ratchet demanded. "I'm still a bit hungry."

"I'm getting full," Drift replied. "But I can get you more-"

"Nope," Ratchet laughed. "We had a deal, remember? Don't tell me you're too much of a lightweight..."

Drift smiled and stood up. "I'll get you-erm- us some more, then." He walked to the table filled with desserts and selected an assortment of tasty treats. He returned with two plates full of smaller treats, set them down on the table, and this time, he sat next to Ratchet at the booth.

"I believe you still need one," Ratchet spoke as he selected out a blueberry tart and set it in front of Drift. That tart actually looked very scrumptious- looked very moist as Ratchet stabbed a heaping pile on the fork. Carefully, the medic took the treat to Drift's mouth and upon it opening very wide, Ratchet placed the tart in the other's mouth. Once Drift finished that mouthful, Ratchet gave him another. It was surprising how fun it was to feed him. It seemed all too soon that the blueberry tart was finished.

"Your turn," Drift said as he wiped his mouth. He picked a huge brownie off one of the plates and brought it to Ratchet's lips. "Open wide!" Ratchet did as he was told and took an enormous bite.

"Mmmmm..." Ratchet hummed as he chewed the savory tasting brownie and once that bite was swallowed he opened his mouth for more.

This continued on, both gobbling up two plate's worth of food until Drift was working on his last tart. He had slowed down a long time ago, but Ratchet kept forcing him to eat. Many times the medic thought the other was going to give up, but no matter how much whining Drift did, he managed to finish. He slouched back in his seat with his hand rubbing his sore fat belly as Ratchet fed him his last bite. Drift struggled a bit, but managed to swallow the last mouthful.

"All done...?." Drift asked, hoping no more would come.

"I don't know about you, but I am completely stuffed!" Ratchet said as he stretched out his arms. His belly looked so swollen, but he felt good.

"I'm so stuffed I think I am gonna explode," Drift said, then let out a burp. "Excuse me."

"You didn't eat all that much," Ratchet said and pinched at the sword's mech stomach. "Barely got yourself a belly."

"Well, it's gonna take more than meditation to work that all off!" Drift said as he got up. "But I am too tired to really do anything other than lie down."

"Me too," Ratchet said as he slid out of the booth and got to his pedes. "I'll probably just call it an early night."

Drift nodded and led the way towards the lifts to the hotel rooms. Ratchet followed behind him, and couldn't help but notice his curvy thighs. True, all of Drift's overeating didn't give him a huge belly; his belly was just a little flabby. But most of the gained weight went right to his thighs. Drift was always a curvy mech; he had a slim waist and nice shapely legs, but now, dear Primus, his thighs looked very squishy and voluptuous!

Ratchet couldn't stop staring at the way they rubbed against each other as the other mech walked. Drift's aft even looked a bit plumper. A pair of hands covered that aft from Ratchet's view, and upon returning his glance upwards, Ratchet discovered Drift looking back at him with a cheeky grin.

"Stop looking at my can," Drift playfully said. Ratchet just shrugged as the pair walked through the lobby and reached the elevators. Ratchet pressed the button to go up, and once the doors slid open, both mechs walked inside.

"Did you get the fourteenth or fifteenth floor?" Drift questioned as he pushed the fifteenth floor for himself.

"Fourteenth." Ratchet replied. He stared at Drift's aft and thigh's as the mech shifted his weight back and forth.

"Lucky." Drift idly said. "I just hope who I have to shack up with isn't there."

"Who are you bunking with?" Ratchet asked.

"Ehhh..." Drift grumbled as he looked over his shoulder. "Swerve."

"Ouch," Ratchet said as he scrunched up his face. Swerve was a great bot, just talked entirely too much! Drift, on the other hand, was a relatively quite mech, and the two just didn't mix well. "Let's hope he's gone and out most of the night."

"Or even if he comes back, I'll just pretend to be asleep." Drift replied, still shifting his weight back and forth.

Ratchet nodded but couldn't take his optics off of Drift's plump thighs. He could only imagine how soft and squishy they probably felt. Oh, how he would just love to tickle his hands and pinch the insides of that mechs thighs! Before he knew it, Ratchet's hand crept forwards and the fingertips brushed along the backside of those thighs. Once he trailed along to the inside, Ratchet pinched at the chub.

"Ahhyip!" Drift shrieked and turned himself around, but not fast enough. Ratchet was able to rub his hand along the pudgy thigh one last time. Drift broke out laughing and Ratchet firmly hit the aft. The swords mech quickly pressed his backside against the wall of the elevator, but that didn't make Ratchet stop.

The CMO pressed himself against the giggling mech and pinned him there. Drift didn't protest, just stood there panting as Ratchet carefully nudged the legs apart. The medic slid a hand down and playfully rubbed and slapped at the chubby thighs. When the tips of red fingers glided along the surface, Drift flinched and couldn't stop laughing.

"T-That * GAH* Ti.. Tickles!" Drift managed to squeak out in between laughs but stopped once he noticed how close Ratchet's face was to him. He licked at his lips as he saw the distance closing, wrapped his arms around the medic's flabby sides and half lidded his optics in anticipating the kiss.

The elevator pinged and its doors opened. They reached the fourteenth floor entirely too fast! Ratchet pulled himself away from the swords mech and couldn't help noticing the look of disappointment in Drift's face. With a smile, he held his hand out for Drift's.

"Come with me?" Ratchet asked.

Drift smiled and put his hand in the one offered. The pair walked side by side, hand in hand down the hallway, all the while Ratchet wondered if Drift was as horny as he was.


I am going back to school- hence why the writing ( and drawing) slowed down. I am working on a gift fic, perhaps a solo fic of another idea, and then gonna finish up building of a trine and as I lay here- just will be slow going but bare with me, i'll get there!