#i’ve already doodled chubby tfa prowl i should post it

[mychlapci]

Lockdown getting it into his helm that the reason Prowl can’t seem to carry to term is because he’s too skinny. He could be right or not, but he’s convinced that getting some more mesh on those struts can only help!!! Prowl’s a little resistant at first. I don’t think he naturally has much of an appetite, tbh. And he’s maybe a little scared that Lockdown won’t find him as attractive afterwards. Little does he fucking know. He finally agrees to try it under the stipulation that if Lockdown wants him eating more then he’ll be the one providing the food. Not a problem.

Prowl eats whatever Lockdown puts in front of him, when it’s put in front of him, but he’s stoic about it. Doesn’t really seem to enjoy it much. Until Lockdown gets him tied to a berth or a chair, hand-feeding him until his stomach is tight and bulging while he torments Prowl’s spike and node with a vibrator. Just giving him a little buzz for every obedient suck or swallow, tenderly filling his mouth every time it opens. Even when his skinny little partner tries to whine that he’s full. Prowl only gets to overload if he manages to finish every bite, but Lockdown will rub his sore tummy and stroke his slowly growing curves afterwards whether he succeeds or not.

Eventually it progresses from Prowl being tied down with a vibrator taped to his ‘clitties,’ as Lockdown likes to call them (filthy mouth on that mech, I just know it), to him warming Lovkdown’s spike at the table. Not allowed to rock back onto that fat, deliciously modded spike unless he’s a good bot and eats what his mech has provided. Prowl can’t help but moan when Lockdown teases him, pulling a bite away from his mouth to make him chase it. He feels too full to swallow another bite, but he does it anyway just to feel Lockdown roll his hips and tell him how gorgeous he is. He didn’t used to like this so much, but the feeling off fullness and the body worship after have changed his mind completely. He looks pregnant after some of his feedings, even though he isn’t. Belly round and taut with fuel and cum. Cradling and rubbing at it, desperately charged up as he asks so sweetly for and overload.

And it genuinely drives Lockdown crazy—probably gets to /all/ of the ‘cons—when his increasingly chubby belly begins to jiggle as he moves. They can’t stop staring at his fat aft and thick thighs as they sway almost seductively. His trim, muscular ninjabot frame is gone, leaving what looks like a fertility goddess in its wake. Prowl’s newly soft body is a point of pride for Lockdown, since ‘con culture finds having a skinny carrier shameful. Failure to provide for a mate is a major no-no. But clearly Lockdown has been putting in the work lately, because his twig of a mate has been putting on the pounds. Just look at that fat, juicy aft jiggle! It shakes when Lockdown slaps it, and it makes Prowl gasp and arch his back every time. Pussy clenching on whatever toy the bounty hunter has insisted he wear that day.

Soon Lockdown isn’t just increasing the amount of fuel Prowl takes in, he’s modifying his diet altogether. Adding in certain nutrients that are supposed to be good for fertility, vitamins and minerals to help Prowl’s changing frame get the memo. An aid for lactation here. An aphrodisiac there. Prowl knows, of course, but it the thought of it makes him so wet. He agreed to let Lockdown control his fueling, after all, and none of the results have hurt or hindered him… just made him unbearably horny.

Prowl’s tits have been growing and swelling the whole time, getting more sensitive with each specially tailored meal until they begin to leak while he’s sitting on Lockdown’s spike at the table. The bounty hunter smirks triumphantly as the wet milk begins to drip down Prowl’s chassis, silencing the bot’s whines and pleas with another mouthful of aphrodisiac oil. Lockdown tells him that he’s turning into “such a sweet, pretty little Mama for Daddy,” but that he’s missing the most important part of that equation: the baby.

His chubby little autobot mate can only whine and cry in pleasure when Lockdown takes him on the table, filling him up to the brim with load after load of cum. Swelling that belly as Prowl arches his back and tries to take him deeper. Sucking his tits dry to ensure they produce even more the next time. Desperate to get an overload after his feeding got him so charged up. Rarely used spike dripping where the head is peeking out of its sheathe. Lockdown strokes at Prowl’s clitties, teasing him about the size of his spike even though it’s a fairly standard size for Prowl’s model. The cutesy nickname always makes Prowl’s pussy gush.

Lockdown finally gets his fat little baby mama pregnant and starts calling him Mommy in public, much to Prowl’s secret pleasure. Kept stuffed full of fuel and spike when and wherever Lockdown can manage it, he continues to gain weight through the whole carriage until the baby arrives. And Lockdown couldn’t be more smug about being right, making Prowl say it over and over as he strokes his little wifey’s node until he overloads. It’s only a matter of time before Prowl begs to get pregnant again.

hmmm you know, i bet that if Prowl had left with Lockdown to become a full-fledged bounty hunter and bed-warmer, it’d quickly turn out that since Lockdown works with so many ‘Cons, using his skinny little twink to bait and seduce ‘em just won’t work… He’s gonna have to make a mommy out of him. 

I love that it’s a given on this blog that tfa Prowl is miscarriages georg. He’s too skinny to carry!! Lockdown decides to fatten him up. mhmmm Prowl getting more and more chubby the more Lockdown feeds him… plush valve squeezing his spike, fat titties bouncing, he would never think to refuse a spoonful of energon, even if he’s already full. When he’s got the thighs that can support a big, swollen belly, Lockdown decides it’s time to make his little autobot a mommy. He needs him fatter, bigger, sexier. 

Of course, I don't think Prowl loses any of his fighting skills. If Lockdown drags him along to a deal and he’s only there to be ogled, distracting all the sleazy ’Cons while Lockdown talks them into paying a higher price for the bounty, and one of them thinks they can cop a feel at the cute autobot’s jiggly thighs, they’ll be gasping on the ground under his feet in under a second. 

Prowl’s first baby is born healthy and very fat. Lockdown can’t wait to put another one into him.