Holiday Imagines: Thanksgiving (Driftrod)

Cuz it's that time of year:
The bots on the Lost Light are all happy and helping with their part of Thanksgiving. Everyone's doing a thing, none of it is super huge but there's a lot of mecha.
Everyone goes to Swerve's to share what they made with each other. And somewhere along the lines, Rodi basically says "I should have a taste of all of it, make sure it's up to standard." .
He almost meant it as a joke but his crew actually respect him and line up, prepared to let him have some. 
Only thing is, he someone underestimated how many mecha made something... And he's getting fed a lot... Making him start to pant from the booth as his belly grows from the amount of fuel. And his crew are finding him irresistible and fun to feed.
A few come back around in the line just to swallow up some more.
By the time everyone has given him a taste, he's panting and keening and rubbing his filled belly, stuck in the booth until someone notices and helps him out (but not before playing with him and teasing him and telling him he was a good sport to eat for his crew so well).

Plugs-Pornz replied with: 
"Oooh okay but Roddy realising how much he likes both being fed and being full. So he pretty much offers to try anything new the crew cook up anytime of the year.
Swerve giving him thick, filling different flavours of oil shake with creamy foam. Rodimus rubbing his gurgling belly after.
Tailgate cooking fancy energon cakes and feeding them to Roddy- then cuddling and rubbing his belly after.
Rodimus getting all soft and squishy. But also loving the attention and affection he gets off his crew--feeling like he's a good captain because he's geting to know them and genuinely interesting in their cooking hobby's/
but also being affectionately teased and complimented about his growing frame."
Love your addition !!

And honestly now I'm thinking that there's random cooking competitions, kind of like Chopped, and have Roddy be our lovely round, judge. It becomes a weekly thing and it gets crazy, mostly because hey guys use this thing and make it tasty! These would be the times that everyone is off shift and mingling.

Roddy in his small group of close friends, they're laughing and having a genuinely good time.

When everything is done and cleaned up, Swerve brings a shareable version of the winner to the table. Shareable turns into fill up an already pleasantly full Roddy.

He's happy, his friends help him finish by telling him he's doing so well, rubbing and petting his taut swollen belly, and presses fuel in bite by bite until he's a panting mess who's leaning into Drift for more belly rubs.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

DriftRod: Himbo Roddy

Imagine a Roddy just gaining weight and not really putting two and two together that if he stress eats, that he'll get chubby. He only really starts to notice when his armor pinches, his thighs rub, or that his supple aft now gets squeezed by the captains chair. One day he actually runs out of breath walking back to his quarters and it hits him. *Where did this come from??* And expiementfully pokes his expanded form and is blushing cuz *When did I get fat?* and *No this can't be real.* He waddles to his door and gets inside and practically shoves his way to a mirror. And he's like *Oh, my god*. He has a gut that hangs over his front and love handles, thunder thighs that rival Drift's, and even his *flames* on his chassis seem to have *stretched*.  So what's a boi to do? *Stress eat some more, of course!* He goes and plops himself, making the seat creak, and he starts to tear up while he eats the cookies and other sweeta he's collected for himself cuz *Why d...
Read more

DratchetRod: Sick Roddy preg

Cuz I'm sad, gotta think of me boi. Rodi, while sparked, gets colds easily, both as an ailment but physically cold. There are times when he hides in a sleeping bag to keep warm if his mates are not around. He has to keep a tumbler with hot soup close because he gets queazy when he doesn't have something in his tanks. As the carry progressed, his colds become more frequent and he's achy, needing to be held and cuddled. He didn't think when he sparked that he would be so easily sick. And he pushes his mates away because he doesn't want to get them sick either and that makes him really weepy and lonely and in a big need of a hug that won't stop. Ratchet won't get sick--so he's tried to tell Roddy, answer when he lifts sleeping bag and Roddy into his lap, Roddy can't find it in him to protest, only whiny that he's uncomfortable and his frame is being mean. Drift would come over with more soup, cuddle up to his conjunxes. He would mas...
Read more

Shorty Fic: Wobbly Roddy

4 December 2018 Rodimus wobbling down the hallways of the Lost Light, everyone wanting to touch his heavy belly. While on shift some bring him snacks and if he's off shift, if he's sitting at Swerve's, it's more than likely there will be snacks and fuel bought for him. He doesn't want to be rude but he get tired so easily now. The newsparks moving and kicking uncomfortably when doesn't eat. He takes what was bought for him back to his quarters. He meets one of his mates, Ratchet, he rubs his growing belly as he eats, feeds him until his a panting, groaning mess. He can't go anywhere so maybe dessert? He probably would like it but he's already big and his belly is heavy enough as is. But pouring down sweet fuel down his intake to his stuffed tanks fill up the little empty space he had. It's tight, it's hard to breathe. Everyone on the LL is excited with and for him. Even the crew doesn't get to see him so often due to medical order berth...
Read more