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 did no one tell him?* At the very least, why didn't Drift or Ratch or Mags--or even Megs--say anything?

Drift finds him later after his shift, and he walks right on in on Roddy halfway to a food coma. His cries muffled with the food he put in.

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