Chapter 2
The medic gawked at Drift, watching hands slide over his chubby tummy with soft, almost ticklish touches. The servos started with slow circles, then explored around his plump sides. As fingertips traced the underside of excess flab, a rhythmic hum buzzed through the air, and it took the medic a second to realize the revving engine wasn't his. Obviously, Ratchet wasn't the only one enjoying himself. His dinner was delicious, and the belly rub felt soothing.
However, it was a bit strange having someone seated between his legs and focusing so much attention on his chonky belly. He never once had someone so fascinated by this. He mentally shrugged it off and returned his gaze to the table.
The real question was what did he want to sample next? It was a sight to see so much food spread out on the table: Drift must have spent all day - slag, probably all night - preparing this feast.
At least he was able to enjoy the meal even after the cancellation of their date.
Something of a bluish color caught Ratchet's fancy. The dish held three circular items. The food was wrapped in something green and held a white filling and a rich blue colored center. Curiosity got the better of him, and Ratchet picked up the dish for closer inspection.
"What is this?"
"That's a small creation I whipped up," Drift admitted. "I was hoping you would choose it."
"Is… is it safe?"
"No. I've spent countless ions trying to woe you over just so I could poison you," Drift paused, then smirked. "Yes, it's safe. I eat them all the time. It's basically the Cybertronian version of a sushi roll." The swordsmech grinned as he watched his lover pick up a roll and look it over carefully.
"I chose cyberfish for the center. It's in a bed of steamed peat and surrounded by a wrapping of pressed magnesium."
"Interesting." Ratchet held the food up to his nose for a smell before putting it to his lips.
"I should warn you," Drift interrupted, causing the medic to pause with both his mouth and eyes open wide. "I used cinnabar in it. So, naturally, it has a kick."
"And just how spicey is it?"
"Oh, it's not that bad."
"By whose standards?" Ratchet questioned, still holding the round food in front of his mouth, side-eying it as if it would bite. "Remember that curry you made?"
"You're never going to let me forget that, will you?"
"Nearly burned my mouth off!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Drift waved dismissively "For this dish, I made the spice sparkling-level."
"…" The medic shot his lover a grimace before taking a small bite. At first, all that was tasted was the mild salty, semi-firm meat of the cyberfish. The peat brought a distinct sweet flavor to the dish. However, it didn't take long for the fire to rage in his mouth. Once the morsel was swallowed, Ratchet gulped in air in hopes of cooling off.
"Really?" Drift laughed. "Too hot? I… I barely put any in!"
"Well, I don't usually do spicey!"
"Apparently bland is more up your alley," Drift frowned and focused his gaze back on the belly. "Don't worry sweet thing. I'll fix that. I'll whip up a buncha tasty treats to broaden someone's dull palette."
"It's not bad," Ratchet spoke.
"What? Bland, nuked food?" Drift crinkled his nose. "I beg to differ. And I'm sure your belly would too. Wouldn't you?" As if his belly were sparkling cheeks, the sportsmech pinched at soft, flabby mesh.
"This," Ratchet pointed to the sushi and shoved it into his mouth. True, the spice kicked hard at first, but calmed down quick: the sweetness of the peat helped tone down the heat. In retrospect, the Cybertronian sushi was rather tasty.
'Blllorrrgghhhh'
The medic's stomach grumbled happily, enjoying being filled with such palatable food. Once again, Drift was right: appeasing his appetite with wholesome, home-cooked meals was much more enjoyable than rubbery, week-old leftovers.
"Enjoying yourself?" Drift purred to the rumbling belly. "You can get used to this, can't you?"
The answer was clearly yes. Ratchet could get used to having such well-planned meals to gorge on! However, he could get used to this 'special' treatment as well. Having his belly touched, rubbed (worshipped) was new, and while Ratchet never expected this kind of contact, he couldn't deny how pleasant it felt. And how much he loved it.
The empty plate clinked as it was set back on the table and the CMO could feel that his stomach grown tighter. It gurgled and grumbled, working to process the overabundance of food. In an effort to soothe the rumbling, hands stroked the quivering mass with gentle care.
"What do you intend to eat next?" Drift asked, his eyes resting on the much rounder belly. "What would satisfy you the most?"
"You talkin' to me or my belly?" The hungry mech reached for another dish that he immediately recognized as a favorite comfort food: a thick, juicy coal burger- with all the fixings of course.
"Don't be so silly," Drift chided with stern, upward glance. "Of course, I'm talking to your belly. He's been such a good eater. Hasn't he?"
"You are so weird," Ratchet chuckled, flashing a playful smile before picking up the coal burger. Two hands needed to grasp the burger to keep the patty from sliding apart before taking a bite. Due to the amount of food packed between the buns, this task proved harder than expected.
"I see you discovered a dish I made just for you," Drift said and gave the heavy belly a jostle. "Even though it is a bit oily, I knew you would enjoy it."
Ratchet could only groan in satisfaction with his mouth full of the burger. The experience was enjoyable, to put it mildly. Though the dish was not the healthiest, all that oil and grease made it taste incredible. Some of the liquid dribbled down the medic's chin, and Ratchet quickly wiped it away with the back of his servo. "This is very tasty."
"Missed a spot," Drift snagged a napkin from the table and wiped at some juice that splattered on chest platting. "Keep this up and you'll have to be hosed off." An optic winked. "So, I did choose rather oily grade coal, but mixed into the patty are some ores, such as magnesium and uranium- so part of it is healthier. The toppings are fresh- slivers of copper, calcite, and barite. And naturally, I made that freshly baked bun using a base combination of hydrogen and lithium. Just for you!" Fingers gently tapped at the swollen belly.
'Grrrooouuuuwwwuup'
"Oh my, what was that?" Drift cooed and attempted to soothe the rumbling tummy, except this time, the swordsmech didn't use his hands. Instead, lips were gently pressed against the quivering belly surface. The kisses started out soft, tenderly ghosting their way over stretched platting. After detecting a seam, a tongue traced downward until another fun part of the tummy was reached: love handles.
"Very cute," Drift hummed as he kissed deeper at the medic's soft, doughy sides. His servos joined in, tickling at the accumulated belly fat and squishing like a stress-relieving toy. It wasn't long after that the swordsmech's engine revved up and cooling fans clicked on.
"Enjoying yourself?" Ratchet asked, puzzled by his partner's actions. Although he was not about to complain - having his belly toyed with felt good - he had never seen a bot make out with one's chubby belly before.
"Very much so."
As Drift spoke, his lips swept over the flab in an oddly erotic fashion, like solvent slowly dripping down plating that tickled so nicely. The shivery sensation ran down his wiring, causing the calipers in his valve to slightly clench. Suddenly aware of his interface equipment powering up in response, Ratchet squirmed: no one wants to be such a quick draw! But his partner's actions teased him in all the right ways.
"You okay?" Drift paused, peering up as he licked his lips-which didn't help the situation at all...
"Y…yeah," Ratchet swallowed hard and cleared his throat. After taking a deep breath, a slow exhalation was made before turning back to the coal burger. This burger better provide a distraction from his partner's actions! Filling his mouth with another tasty bite helped a bit, however, feeling those lips glide over his stomach still got his engines revving!
And it only got more uncomfortable when Drift switched from kissing to mouthing at the flab. Soft, squishy chub would only be lapped at by a tongue when sucked into a warm mouth. Said roll would be released with a wet pop, then another site would be tracked down and repeated. The medic easily forgot about the last bite of his coal burger- Drift was putting on a more interesting show sucking on his fat.
'Grrrooooowwwwrrrrrr'
At least until his belly snapped Drift's attention away from making out with his stomach. Eye contact was quickly made, and Drift gave a sheepish grin as he squeezed at the padded love handle. "Better dig in, big-bot, before your tum-tum berates you even more."
Under Drift's intense scrutiny, Ratchet shoved the remaining bite of the burger in his mouth and reached for the glass of Engex. The liquid was light pink in color and upon wafting it under his nose, had a faint smell of something sweet. When Ratchet took a sip, a few discoveries were made. First was the sweet taste of zirconium. Second, this Engex was very smooth in taste. Thirdly, this quality Engex was pricey. This did not prevent the glass from being chugged.
Nor did it stop the buildup of pressure in his fuel tank. As soon as the medic felt the bubbly sensation, he immediately shifted his weight in his chair. 'Scrap!' Ratchet cursed himself for downing that glass in one go. While his stomach grumbled and ached from trapped air, Ratchet didn't want to embarrass himself by belching. And that buildup of gas was going to have to be released.
"You alright?" Drift looked up at the medic in concern while his hands never stopped kneading at the belly.
And those actions only made the problem worse. No matter how he shifted in his seat, the gas was determined to escape one way or another. Despite his best efforts, Ratchet was unable to prevent the inevitable.
"Brrrooooooaaaaarrrp," The air escaped his tummy in a deep and rumbling bark and Ratchet wanted nothing more than to just hide out of sight.
"What was that?" Drift sniggered with wide-eyed amusement. "Excuse you, little piggy!"
"S-sorry!" Ratchet blurted out with a hand over his mouth while his optics gazed at the floor. "Drank too fast!"
"Awww…. I can help you with that, baby," Drift cooed and pressed his fingers firmer on the belly in short, circular motions.
Normal circumstances would make this action feel great- but when trying to hold back a belch, it was hell! "Drift!" Ratchet balked. "That's….*euuurp* not helping!" Another obnoxiously loud burp ripped through the air.
"Oh, that was a big one!" Drift said and kept pressing at the belly. "Bet you feel better, huh?" He rubbed his fingers into the fat, then moved to another location to repeat the process. "Gotta make sure to get them all out so you feel relief. Ya know, like burping a sparkling!"
Drift smiled at his lover - a smile that quickly faded upon seeing the medic's red cheeks and worried expression. "Oh, sweet spark, it's alright! There's no need to be embarrassed about a bit of belching." As if to emphasize his words, the TIC gently patted the rumbling belly. "Better out than in, right?" Drift gave a playful wink. "Feel any better?"
"Yesshruuuuuraaauuup!" Ratchet's cheeks were the same color as his helm despite understanding his lover wasn't offended. "Pardon me!"
"Hey, that's compliments to the chef." Drift grinned and pecked a kiss to the apex of the belly. "I think your belly deflated a bit." As if to demonstrate, the belly flab was pinched. "Ready to try another dish?"
Was he ready for another dish?
His belly grumbled and there was a decent amount of tasty food left on the table. No point wasting food, right? Ratchet selected another item, this one being a pink noodle dish. The medic fed himself as he listened to his partner describe the dish. This continued with each dish chosen and consumed. Empty plates soon littered the table, and Ratchet stifled another burp.
"Atta boy," Drift encouraged as he placed kisses on the soft belly chub. "Get yourself nice and full." Warm kisses swept across the belly. The soft touches were soothing, enticing the desire for more. Ratchet wasn't sure which felt better- stuffing his belly with delicious food or feeling Drift's lips sliding across his plating.
A sharp pain was felt on his side and interrupted the medic's next dish choice. Jumping in his chair, Ratchet looked at the source: Drift's mouth was wrapped around a love handle and teeth digging into his plating. Drift nipped him!
"Hey! What was that for?"
"Sorry 'bout that," Drift replied. The cheeks of his face turned pink, while a devious glint adorned his eyes. "Couldn't help myself."
An affectionate kiss was placed over the once bitten flab roll, but this did not prevent the medic from side-glancing his lover. After thinking Drift would behave himself, Ratchet tried to take a bite of his meal only to feel the sharp bite once again.
"Hey!"
The swordsmech licked his lips and graciously apologized with a lowered gaze. "Don't let me get in your way. Eat up." His tongue traced at the seams of the swollen belly as servo's returned to kneading.
"No biting!" Ratchet demanded and a mumbled 'hrmmmm -hummm' was heard- and felt- on his belly.
Once satisfied his orders would be obeyed, his meal was returned to. Which was quite tasty, by the way. While enjoying the texture of the dish, something pressed into his belly.
Fearing another bite, optics glanced down. This time it was the shock of what he saw that made the CMO jump.
Drift buried his face in Ratchet's chubby paunch and his servos squeezed the belly toward the center. As soon as his helm was covered by flab, Drift shook his head from left to right very fast, causing belly flab to jiggle and flap all over his face. Engines rumbled and nearly stalled as the swordsmech softly moaned. This not only looked weird but also felt strange, causing more gas to be released from his shaken belly.
After releasing a few belches, the medic was able to think straight and speak. "W… What the frag, Drift?" The dish he was eating was quickly tossed onto the table and his hands caught the swordsmech's helm, prying it out of his belly. "What the slag are you doing?"
The only answer given was darting optics and flushed cheeks. The sound of his lover's fans clicking on, and his accelerated breathing made it seem as if he had just run a race. Drift shrugged one shoulder, refusing to make eye contact.
"I swear, Drift," Ratchet threatened, but the smile on his face dispelled any sincerity. "Just what have I gotten myself into?"
"Finish your meal," Drift replied with a husky voice, but the medic only scrunched his face and glared. "Come on, hot stuff. Eat for me."
As if on cue, another grumble erupted from the stuffed belly and Ratchet gave in to its demands. He picked up the once discarded plate and resumed spooning food into his mouth.
The food gobbled down easily and feeling his belly grow tighter after each dish was oddly soothing. And the silliness that Drift was doing to his belly?
Felt divine.
His own fans whirled faster as his belly was touched, kissed, and rubbed. The medic would never admit to anyone how much this turned him on. Who would? The idea of getting revved up over stuffing your belly full seemed rather lewd.
It was even more scandalous to see how tenderly Drift swooned and eagerly rubbed his servos/tongue/face all over his swollen midsection.
And Ratchet loved every bit of it.
The room began to feel warmer as his fans struggled to keep his core temperature from rising any higher. Whether it was from consuming such a huge meal or a direct result of his lover's action was nearly impossible to tell. Actually, it was probably a mixture of both. Nevertheless, Ratchet kept at it, consuming more of the feast that was laid out in front of him.
A grumble echoed from his belly, but this one was different from the others. The pain in his stomach wasn't caused by hunger, but rather by the strain of digesting such a large meal. Quick flashes of agony would erupt in his belly only to diminish after an angry gurgle.
A sure sign of the beginnings of a tummy ache.
"You're doing so well." Drift happily rubbed and kissed at the noisy belly, then sucked in a mouthful of flab.
"Ouch!" Ratchet flinched and tried to free his chub from the swordsmech's mouth. This proved to be a challenging feat to accomplish! Drift moaned softly, sucking hard at the fat between his lips and tongue. When the flab was finally released, a wet pop smacked through the air. "Just… what are you doing?"
"..." Not daring to meet his lover's gaze, Drift idly rubbed his fingers over his lips as one hand remained on the belly.
"Drift…"
The swordsmech slowly looked up with cheeks flushed and optics glazed over. He shrugged a shoulder. "I…. Ah…. Was just... You know, claiming my property?"
"What?" Ratchet furrowed his brows and followed Drift's gaze to his belly. A discolored mark now boldly sat on the crest of his pouch. "Is that…" Ratchet rubbed at the reddish-blue circle-like mark as if it were dirt to be wiped off.
No such luck.
"Drift!" Ratchet whined. "You gave me a hickey!" His servos pulled at the heavy belly for a better look. "Right on my belly! You know I must work tomorrow, right?"
"No- "
"Well, now you do!" Ratchet was still desperately rubbing at the mark. "You know what mechs will think when they see this? Especially jaw-flappers like Aid?"
"You referring to the hickey or your big ol' belly?" Drift asked with a smirk as his servo patted said stomach.
"…" Looking down, Ratchet discovered how enormously round his belly had become. His lover was right: he was massive! A glance at the table revealed that the CMO had eaten a few more dishes than he had expected. Now, he felt heavy and weighed down- and had a huge, swollen food-baby-belly to prove it. Yes, he was going to be a sight to see the next day as he waddled around the med bay. "I… I- "
"As I was saying," Drift interrupted in a loud voice. "I took care of it."
"Took care of what?"
"Work tomorrow." Once again, soft kisses were placed on the much firmer belly. "I had a discussion with Aid. I asked him what someone's gotta do to get a day off around here."
"Drift- "
"Your co-worker laughed." Drift rested his audial on the belly. "He said you were free to take off a day if you wished-seeing that you are the CMO and all." Drift's engines purred at the sounds of digestion. His expression softened- optics half-lidded and a smile appeared on his lips as if he were listening to a romantic song. "Well, aside from situations like today, that is. But Aid promised to com you if you were needed." His servo gently caressed the belly. "So, you have tomorrow off… should you choose to use it."
Ratchet was at a loss of words, choosing to sit there and stare at his date.
'Should I be bothered that Drift discussed my work schedule with Aid?' Ratchet pondered to himself. 'Or should I be happy with getting the next day off work?'
After the crazy day he had, it would be nice to be able to sleep in.
Besides, his belly would be working overtime tonight with this heavy meal, so a day of relaxation sounded appealing. Heck, Ratchet wasn't ready to be strutting around the med bay with a belly that big.
With a bruise in the center of it.
"Did I upset you?" Drift's optics were wide as he nibbled his lower lip. "You can go into work if you want to…I just…"
"It's alright Drift." Because Ratchet wasn't obligated to report to his next shift, he felt relieved. "After all, it'll give me more time with you tonight."
Drift smiled and purred. "So, you have time for dessert?"
The mere mention of dessert got the chubby bot's attention- but more in a groaning way. He was already feeling uncomfortable and struggling to digest the banquet. "Sounds… so tempting, Drift. But I am so stuffed already!"
"Awww," Drift pouted. "I made something just for you." The grumbling belly was patted and smooched. "Rumor has it, you have a sweet tooth. I'm sure you can fit one more dish," Drift was cooing to the belly once again.
"I already feel as if I am about to burst!" Ratchet rubbed his servo's over his swollen stomach in an attempt to calm it. His belly felt round and tight. As if to prove its fullness, fingers pinched at the mass, but there was not much give. "See? Not much room."
"Perhaps I can help in some way?"
And who could resist such wide, pleading optics? Ratchet shook his helm and sighed. "Well, it depends."
"On what?"
"What's the dessert?" The truth of the matter was, he wouldn't need much persuasion. The rumor was correct: he did have a sweet tooth. A variety of foods and flavors appealed to the medic, but sweets struck a chord with him. His mouth watered at just the thought of dessert.
"Oh, you are gonna love it!" Drift excitedly chirped and patted the firm belly. "Both of you." He stood up and retrieved a box that was set at the back of the table.
"This literally just finished cooling before I came over. Fresh out of the oven!" The box was opened, and its contents were lifted out. It was a huge oil cake that was slathered with candied agate and thick ethanol frosting.
"That… looks… amazing." Ratchet licked his lips as his belly growled despite being so stuffed.
"It's an award-winning recipe." A fork stabbed off a chunk of cake without even being cut. "But I'll let you be the judge. Open up, sweet stuff."
A mouth was opened wide, allowing a huge bite of cake to be crammed in. The medic's taste buds were instantly overwhelmed by the sweetness of the cake. The confection was rich and oily, and Ratchet simply couldn't resist enjoying it.
This dessert definitely hit the spot!
"Hmmmm," Ratchet hummed in approval.
"Good?"
"Award-winning, indeed!" The CMO licked the icing off his lips, then opened his mouth for the next bite.
"Here, close your legs, babe." Drift tapped on the medic's outer thigh. "Let me sit on your lap."
Ratchet obeyed, having to lift his belly to be able to close his legs. A red servo playfully patted his lap. "Well, I hope there's enough room for you…"
A hint of a smirk appeared on the swordsmech's face as the sliver of the lap was straddled. When seated, the chubby belly rested snuggly against Drift's slim frame.
"Ohhhh…perfect fit." Drift even lifted the side belly flab to rest on top of his thighs.
"Comfy?" Ratchet asked.
"Very much so." The TIC playfully revved his engine. "So soft and warm."
"Good." The medic felt his body tingle and his spike press against a closed panel. Seeing Drift's tongue lewdly run over his lower lip and feeling his body vibrating against his just made him shiver with need. He was unsure how much longer he could restrain himself.
"This feels so good. So tight and heavy. So full... and so large." The hands moved back to rub the stomach, before giving a loving pat. "Ready for more cake?"
"Yeah," Ratchet opened his mouth.
And Drift did not disappoint. Bite after bite of the delicious oil cake was shoveled in. While the medic chewed at the treat, Drift's servo's would encouragingly rub at the heavy belly, gently lifting and playing with it. While the medic loved the attention his belly was getting, with each bite of cake consumed, the dull ache grew in his belly. Eating the cake became such a challenge! Ratchet groaned when he realized there was still half of the oil cake remaining.
"Oooofff…" The CMO huffed and burped.
"Getting full?" Drift cooed while gently stroking the belly's crest. "You are almost there." Another forkful was brought up to the not-so-ready mouth. "I think a big bot like you can manage it… hmm?" He watched as his partner struggled to chew and swallow.
"Oh boy. Looks like you missed a bit. Want me to get it?" Not even waiting for an answer, Drift leaned in and licked at the pink frosting that accumulated on the medic's lips. This turned into a sweet, soft kiss.
Their first kiss. Well, at least on his lips, that is.