Ultra Magnus opened his mouth and allowed the red and yellow mech to feed him more of his meal. Rodimus sat smack next to him, his body heat warming the larger bot's side. As soon as his mouthful was swallowed, Magnus opened his mouth, and the other happily stuffed in more food. All the while, Rodimus was rubbing his free hand over the swollen belly in slow, caressing movements.

He was trying hard to keep his cooling fans turned off, but the attention he received from his captain made it hard. Ultra Magnus was not used to this, and the intimate caresses from another bot was new to him. Not many mechs's took interest in him; hell, he was simply too busy for that kind of shananagin's. But now that he was getting it, he realized what he was missing, feeling another rub his hands over your body felt nice. That is if Rodimus was truly interested in him and not his belly.

"Just a little more, my big bot," Rodimus cooed seductively as he fed the blue bot. "You're doing so good. You always please me, always listen to my orders, huh?"

Ultra Magnus hummed in response as he chewed his food. The food seemed to get tastier with each bite, and he eagerly accepted the spoonfuls until the plates were empty once again.

"Ya full yet?" Rodimus asked as he set down the fork and threw his arms around the larger mech. "Your big ole' belly full?" His hands roamed over his enlarged belly, scooping the belly up and gave it a slight jiggle.

How should he answer this? Truth be told; He was still hungry, however, reading his clock stated they been here quite a while. Primus, he could spend all day here! He let out a sigh. "I'm good."

"Tsk Tsk," Rodimus clucked as he stood up. "Don't tell me you didn't save room for dessert!"

"Rod-" Ultra Magnus blurted, but realized the other mech didn't even listen to him; he was making his way to the dessert table. He couldn't complain; the treats looked delicious. He simply sat and waited for the other bot to return, idly rubbing a hand over his enlarged midsection.

Upon returning, Rodimus placed the plate full of cakes and tarts down on the table and took his seat once again. "I know you'll just love this," Rodimus stated and grabbed a fork. "Which one would you like to try first?"

"Rodimus," Ultra Magnus whined.

"Com eon," Rodimus demanded. "Which looks the tastiest to you?"

Ultra Magnus just scowled in response.

"Don't tell me you don't want any of this," the sports car pouted.

"It's not that," Ultra Magnus replied. " I, ah, just can't decide!"

Rodimus broke out in laughter. "Oh, my fat piggy can't make up his mind, huh?" He gave the blue mech's belly a pat. "Then I shall decide then. I won't let you go without such tasty treats. Not when you been so good for me."

Ultra Magnus responded the only way he knew how; licking his lips and opening wide when Rodimus made his selection. The first to be tasted was the creamy energon cake with frosting and sprinkles. The blue mech was not disappointed. The cake was simply divine! The red tart was up next, which tasted so good he barely chewed it before swallowing. He opened his mouth and let out a grunt when Rodimus did not have readier.

"Hmmm," Rodimus frowned. "Am I not going fast enough for you?" Jokingly, Ultra Magnus shook his head no. "Well, I can put a fix to that." The red and yellow mech grabbed the large slice of cake with his hands and shoved it in the waiting mouth.

If his mouth weren't full, Magnus would have complained. What lack of manners! It was not proper etiquette to shove that large of a bite in one's mouth. Plus, the action caused icing to drip down his belly. Rodimus was making a mess! And he would have complained when he swallowed if it weren't for another huge bite being forced in his mouth.

Rodimus smirked. "What's the matter?"

The blue bot gestured to the mess on his belly and frowned the best he could with a mouth full of delicious cake.

"Oh my, look at the mess you made," Rodimus teased as Magnus scowled. "Well, I better clean my piggy up then huh? Would you like that?" The blue mech nodded yes, and the sports car scooted back, leant over, and licked at the icing on the pudgy belly.

Caught by surprise, Ultra Magnus' cheeks grew red. He watched with wide eyes as the other mech slowly ran his tongue up the plating and cleaned the icing up. This was inappropriate behavior for dining in a restaurant! He should slap him away, but instead is fingers traced down the helm and cupped the side of his captain's face.

Rodimus purred and slinked himself upwards to steal a kiss. "There. All better?"

The blue mech shyly nodded and blushed even harder when his cooling fans stuttered. There was no way it wasn't heard. Upon seeing Rodimus' shit-eating grin, he bit his lip and muttered an apology.

"My sweets, you will be sorry if you don't finish your plate." Rodimus cooed and picked up a forkful of dessert again. "Once you finish, we can head out." He shoved the heaping load in the other's ready mouth. "Then the real fun begins!"

He felt heavy. He had shuffled out of the booth and pretty much waddled out of the restaurant with Rodimus clinging to his arm. They arrived at the desk and to his surprise; he didn't have to pay; Rodimus got the bill this time instead of stiffing him with it. Soon, his companion returned to his arm and led him outside.

"Good thing it was an all you can eat buffet, or you would have eaten up the rest of my spending cash!" Rodimus teased.

"No, you would have just made me pay," Ultra Magnus returned. He took a deep, refreshing breath and exhaled. "So, where are we off to now?"

"It's a surprise," Rodimus said. "This way."

The pair walked for a bit down the streets of this world. Younger mechs and creatures ran about, enjoying their time on a nice afternoon day. There was a brisk chill in the air, but it felt refreshing against his now warm plating. For once, he started to feel relaxed, and almost glad he was ordered to take a vacation. And then he felt his aft get slapped.

"Hey!" Ultra Magnus shouted. "What was that for!"

"I couldn't resist." Rodimus answered and grabbed the aft. "It's so chubby."

Ultra Magnus swept his arm back, shooing the exploring hands away. Primus, he plumped up a lot more than just his belly!

"Pooey," Rodimus pouted. "Well, we are here anyways." He turned to a large building on the right and held the door open for the larger mech.

"What is this place?" Ultra Magnus questioned as he looked around the room. It resembled some exotic place with decor everywhere, some intense burning incense and colorful atmosphere.

"Spa House," Rodimus answered and went for the front desk.

"A what?" Ultra Magnus questioned.

"A place where you can get in a spa full of hot oils. It's very relaxing, trust me." Rodimus chatted with the receptionist, handed her some credits, and he received a key in return.

"So, it's a place where people take an oil bath?" Ultra Magnus questioned as he followed his captain through a door.

"Yeah. A bunch of mech's do it."

Ultra Magnus looked both confused and repulsed. "So we are paying to take baths with other mechs?" Rodimus shot him a look. "Baths are, well, for me, a private affair." Rodimus gave him the look even worse. "What?"

"Really Magnus?" Rodimus said and laughed. "I don't want to bath with strange mechs." He led the blue bot toward a hut looking structure and keyed open the door. "I just want to bath with you."

Inside was their private room and their own private bath. Rodimus instantly turned on the tub's jets and walked to the energon dispenser and poured to glasses. Ultra Magnus simply enjoyed the privacy of the room, but felt kind of strange; he didn't know what was expected of him.

"Get in, big bot," Rodimus said over his shoulder. "It will feel so good. Will relax you for sure, I hope."

"It will. It's been such a long time since I had a hot oil bath." Ultra Magnus replied and walked to the tub. He stuck his hand in to test the temperature: just right. "It's been a few, ah, probably a few thousand vorns." Without further delay, he swung a leg in and was rewarded with the warms of the oil. Swinging the other leg, he slowly sat down and submerged himself. However, upon seeing the oil over flow and hear it splash on the floor was an embarrassment.

Rodimus, who was taking the time mixing some drinks, turned around, saw what happened and nearly doubled over laughing while Ultra Magnus's cheeks grew bright red. "Look at the mess you made," Rodimus teased. "With that chubby belly and fat aft of yours you displaced all that oil."

"Sorry!" Ultra Magnus blurted. "I, ah-"

"Sorry? For what?" Rodimus questioned and set the glasses next to the hot oil tub, sat down on the edge and swung his feet in. "I got you right where I want ya." The sports car draped himself over the bigger bot's body and pressed hi slips to the other's. To his delight, Magnus kissed back.