#wideload

[hasbr0mniverse]

Toy Pick Of The Day - Transformers Classics 2006 - Decepticon/Mini-Con Wideload - Function: Transport - Subgroup: Demolition Team - Motto: "We play dirty."

[transformers-mosaic]

Transformers: Mosaic #444 - "Learning Curve"

Originally posted on December 31st, 2009

Story - Franco Villa Art - Ed Pirrie Colours - John-Paul Bove Thanks to - Juan Pablo Osorio

deviantART | Seibertron | TFW2005 | BotTalk

Later revised and annotated for Transformers: The Lost Seasons

wada sez: Why the connection between Crosshairs and Wheeljack? Per Villa on deviantART: “I just thought they were "related" because of the similar faces and the engineering interests”. Ed Pirrie often takes inspiration from Geoff Senior for his artwork, and this strip is no exception. On deviantART he noted: “I based Wheeljack's robot mode on his design in the War Within comics, only less bulky.” That robot on the very right in the first panel is actually Afterburner, recoloured as an original characters because technically speaking in cartoon continuity Afterburner wasn’t built yet at the point of this flashback! The revised version of this strip would take this idea even further by recolouring Wideload as well, who first appeared in the cartoon’s fourth season. Preview, clean inks and Italian verison below.

[lambda-core]

what is transformers about

[meatymidnightmultiverse]

Bweh... I really thought I'd gone over this with y'all before... But yeah, I wore those and started to barely fit them. I still wear them occasionally, but they fit decent nowadays

[cdpdoodler]

replayed Guilty Party and this bit from the Zeppelin level made me laugh way too hard

the fact he gives this to you with no interrogation minigame to me implies that he sought you out for this. he wanted to show you his shitty little fake ticket sooooo bad.

[aaronmeterchanges]

Wideload was my very first Transformer as a child. Here's an attempt at drawing him from a couple of years ago!

[proxissima]

Fatgum vs Rappa

POV Fatgum:

I was also a dyed-in-the-wool martial artist a long time ago, but this guy seems to be a true weirdo. This villain is a real pain in the ass. If I don't do it right, there will be casualties.

Rappa, was it? You look like a strong, formidable guy. I'd better buckle in for this one! Or I'll get pounded to the bones! I'll hang in there until you can't take it anymore!

Why is a guy like this in this kind of group? He seems to be an outsider whose quirk wasn't registered with the government. I'll go beyond my limits but I must not lose. Still, who is this guy loyal to anyway?

_

POV Rappa:

Looky here, now that's a lot of hero! I'm guessing defense is your forte? You think you can withstand me? I won't let up on you, tubby! Time for a death match!

So, you're also a serious martial artist... Perfect! So you can fight back and absorb my hits! Wouldn't want this beatdown to be too one-sided! Keep trying to counter attack while you're still breathing!

As I expected, you're top class, wideload! There's no one alive who's withstood such a beating from my fists! I can't tell you how excited I am to be challenging a fighter of your caliber!

Credit to RageVG on Reddit for extracting the files from the game.

[General Overview]

[toxinoire]

I suddenly got hit with ✨inspiration✨ so here's another Heathers actor au crackpost.

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Kurt: Martha Dumptruck! Wideload- *misses the tray*

Kurt:

Martha: You had one job.

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Heather: Welcome to my candy store~

Director:

Director: Wait, are they shimmying their hips towards Veronica-

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Heather: ccOORRNnnn nnnNUUUuTs-

Veronica: Wait Heather-

Heather: *accidentally drags Veronica with her to the floor*

JD:

JD: *wheezes*

Director: Dammit.

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Veronica: Dear world, believe it or not, I knew about fear. I knew the way loneliness...stung-

Heather: *trying not to laugh because she's supposed to be dead in this scene*

Veronica: *realizes that Heather is trying not to laugh, and now she wants to laugh but has to keep the scene going*

JD: *realizes and tries not to laugh*

JD: *laughs*

Chansaw: *follows*

Director: *bashes head against the wall*

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Heather: I have a new favorite col- *drops the scrunchie*

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Heather: Hey guys we finished filming the scene.

Veronica: *holding up all the "pills"* Anyone wants tic tacs?

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Heather, Kurt, Ram: Too late! He got in.

JD: Knock knock~ *trips through fake window*

Director: AAAAAHHHHH

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Ms. Flemming: Well I put together a lovely tribute, especially considering the short notice.

Veronica: *Winona Ryder voice* Get a job

Director: NOT THE LINE WE'RE USING RONICA

Veronica: That's what she gets for GETTING WITH MY MOTHER

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Veronica: Martha are you free tonight?

Martha:

Martha: Oh shit I missed my cue-

(I had to add a little bit of Flemmingsaw come on)

[blubberymuses]

Sumire is trying not to look embarrassed over Okumura-chan's gift of a pair of panties with the text 'WIDELOAD' plastered across it...

It's also extra embarrassing due to it being two sizes too small for her, with it not fitting in the slightest...

[adrianicsea]

i don’t like hoffman and i doubt my opinion would be changed much on him regardless but you would think that when the writers for the hoffman cycle were writing FOUR MOVIES WORTH of bitchboy wideload they might have at least tried to like. give him a defined personality or emotional arc instead of him being the human embodiment of this 😐 the whole time

[nevermindtheweights]

Funny how the girls with pink hair are usually the fattest, not that I mind

Yanagi would like to dispute that.

Nicole, however, is a fucking massive wideload.

[meatymidnightmultiverse]

So that's why when I deal with shit I always feel so depressed and my joints get so achy after about half an hour

Real glad my pre med classes covered that they didn't

[askthecyclonesurvivors]

MISCHA DO YOU WANT A PET RABBIT THAT'S EXTREMELY HUGE AND NAMED WIDELOAD

I DON'T CARE

YOU HAVE IT NOW

This sh¡t is wack yo

[mettatons-fat-doughy-asscheeks]

📖 Mettaton, but he's in a world of all kinds of infinitely regenerating candy.

*It was a very alien kind of feeling. Most people haven't walked on roads made of taffy or across a field of those sour ropes that took the place of grass. A surreal constructed world with houses, nature, and even lakes of soda. Simply without another sign of life who was using it or who could possibly built it all.

*One bite can't hurt...

*Time began to fly by after that first bite, time and more and more candy that is. A nibble here, a few clumps from the ground there. He started trying anything that looked new that he came across. Despite all the time passed it was only when drops of frosting from a massive cupcake car smeared against his chest that he'd noticed it was bare, that this entire time he'd been dressed in nothing but a tight pair of pink shorts. It only added to that dream like quality.

*Well there aren't any consequences in a dream are there?

*It was a fair way to think about it. Nothing like this could be real. All those flavors were just his processors firing off in his sleep mode providing artifical sensations. So why not experience more of them? Start eating entire chocolate branches off those trees and picking the green apple leaves right off and munch on them after. Stuff his face with handfuls of spongecake walls insulated with buttercream.

*I can't help myself here

*His inhibitions slipped more and more with every treat he partook in, and no matter how much destruction followed in his wake he could always come back for more it seemed. Gingerbread neighborhoods, caramel apple orchards, gummy museums? He barely took in the scenery it was all just more treats for him. Treats that never filled him up, instead settling heavily in his middle for moments before melting away his muscle mass into pure blubber. Pecs softened into plump and perky tits that formed rolls beneath his softening arms, melding into the burgeoning layer of backfat he was acquiring. His abs were a thing of the past, replaced by a gut that started round and taught but glurped and slorshed outwards with flab that rolled at his navel forming a two layer cake of lard. His toned thighs joined in with his perky butt in deciding to go soft and flabby, cellulite forming on them both as those cheeks widened into a doorway filling wideload.

*Moooore... Candy.... More.... Sugar

*His thoughts slowed like molasses, devolving into a single minded desire to eat more of the sugary world around him. The damage it did to his figure or the way it made him sluggish and encumbered wasn't even a consideration. Not when he could shovel armfuls of donut innertubes at the citrus soda beach. His perception of time may have been shot before but it was non existent now. He could have been wandering this place for years at this point, sporting a body that would make sense for an all candy diet taken on that long.

*Muh OUUUUUAAAARP gut want wheeeeeeeze more canduh mnfff

*The formerly fit and trim robot had become an unrecognizable behemoth of pure undulating blubber. At 6'6.6" in height it was a real testament to his uncomprising gluttony that he'd managed to make himself wider than he was tall. His bloated lard sack of a gut jutted in front of him, dragging along the ground and leaving a trail of slimy sickly sweet smelling sweat behind as if he were a slug. Flopped atop that double rolled monster were two tits enormous enough to make any woman jealous, engorged nipples pierced by thick candy cane barbells that sank slightly into those puffy areola. Those massive udders were slathered with the colorful remnants of his past conquests, the trail leading upwards to a pancake stack of tirelike chins that head head sank ever so slightly into. His face was truly a testament to just how much of a fucking whale he'd turned himself into. His cheeks spread out over his chins, which themselves pooled onto his shoulders and the mountainous backfat behind him, and even began to slightly encroach into the lower peripheral of his vision. His lips weren't spared either, the usually black pair were slathered in sweet and pillowy like his moobs had been when he'd taken his first bites. Thickened drool flowed from them, sparkling with a mysterious carbonation. His hair was messy, though sill parted neatly, and seemed to have grown a small bit. It didn't manage to hide one of the strangest features on that plump head of his, the fact that even his forehead had begun to take on a small amount of pudge, letting itself he seen slightly from within his vision much like his cheeks. Around his sides his pathetic and nearly useless arms sat comfortably atop an avalanche of lovehandles capped off by a peak of fat sideboob. Following that avalanche down lead to a massive shelf of ass that took up nearly enough of his backside to begin to sag to the ground a lot like his greedy gut had. It of course help up a very impressive cliff of blubbery backfat, enough of it to fondle like it was the front of an avarage fatty.

*Whuh.... That?

*Oh? That unusual. There looks like a person in the distance. Hope they don't get starstruck seeing a famous celebrity in the place like this. If they can recognize him still that is.

EXTREME SLOB CONTENT UNDER THE CUT

*Seeing something new? That called for an investigation. Time for a first step towards it.

*Hnnnngh mnfff FRRRPPPPPPPPTTT

*Of course it's not easy moving a ham planet like him. It requires serious serious effort. And effort with a destroyed digestive system like his meant totally voiding his bowels. Visible smoggy purple farts vented from his bloated slimy donut-like asshole, a signal of things to come. It didn't take long for it to be followed by a torrent of thick rainbow syrup squirting out at amazing force, piling up behind him as he glacially waddled forwards towards the distant unfamiliar thing. That purple pollutant obviously smelled sweet, like fermenting a patisserie. His technicolor waste on the other hand was distinctly more fruity, a Fanta syrup medley. He was like a bloated portable corn syrup factory. And he was in total bliss.

[gluttonygirls]

wobbling-wideloads

HEY DON'T PUT THIS ON ME MISSY-

I'm not putting on you, if I body slammed the recoil from all your wobbling would KO me

[sketchfanda]

Chestnut Stud Acros the Multiverse: Warrior Monk Review: Peg Pete

Static and pixels danced across the screen as it flashed to life, the red dot alongside the word REC blinking as the camera was switched on. A figure adjusting it as it was soon hovering, revealing it was a hover drone camera as its owner looked towards the lens. One word came to mind when looking at her and that word was MILF!! She was one fine hot peice of of a woman, simple tight white denim jeans hugging her meaty legs with their thick thighs and proud child baring hips and her curvy bodacious upper torso kept modest by a baggy pink sweater that hugged her tight in all the right places on her luscious sun kissed tanned complexion. The humanoid canine/fline woman shaking off any sense of nervousness or hesitation as she looked and spoke towards the camera, no doubt addressing whoever was sure to be viewing this. "Right so hello there everyone,I assume many of you checking this out are women obviously..."She quipped before mumbling to herself. "Though god help if who knows how many men were to see this..." Catching herself before she said anything further and incriminating. "Aaannyways I'm Peg Pete, though that last name's no longer pending once the divorce is finalised. Pretty overdue if you ask me, much like when I decided to officially end it with that bloated gasbag of a man, I tell you if I ever see that wideload again it'll be too soon. ANY who we're not here to talk about the past, this is about the present, mainly the literal and figurative such as the interesting little package a friend sent me from Capsule Corp..." the curvy thicc milf quipped, as she turned to for Something as the camera was fixed in her backside. Those tight white denim jeans hugging her legs like painted on second skin as her ass jiggled with the sway of her sensual hips. Humming as she seemed to be fishing for the aforementioned package.

“Ah here we go now…” she remarked as she found what she’d been looking for, turning to show a Dyna-Cap in her hand. Held between her thumb and pointer finger before she clicked the top button and threw it a few feet from herself. The coloured smoke popping up and fading away to regal a containment pod, humming to herself as she pushed the red button, steam flowing as the door hissed open. From within emerged the familiar Krillin clone,the Warrior Monk sporting s tight pair of speedo shorts between allowing his Adonis physique to be shown off and if you looked closely just right, you could see a number and the Capsule Cocks logo. Peg quietly hummed as she tilted her head back and forth, her pretty face scrutinised the figure before. Seemed she wasn’t impressed so far but she was certainly curious as she walked around the compact chromedome who simp,y stood to attention awaiting instructions. “Not all too handsome or oretty but definitely easy on the eyes. Bit on the short side but you’re definitely in shape…” the divorcee continued her assessment as she placed her hands on the Warrior Monk and began to feel him up. Caressing and massaging his muscles as she couldn’t help but purr. Sensually biting her lip as any doubt or concerns she had about her gift we’re beginning to erode. “Though maybe I just need to get to know you a little better. More intimately, more sensually….more..” she remarked as her hands traced her palms and fingertips along his arms to his shoulders, down along his pecs to his abs before pausing as they reached the crotch of his Spatz. Blinking as she found herself feeling up quite the distinct bulge there and then. It’s clear she couldn’t quite believe what her hands on at this moment, looking at her stoic sex doll with disbelief and a hint of curiosity. This couldn’t be what this had to be, was it?

“That can’t be real….” All the same Peg knelt in the floor and grasped the waistband of her Krillin clone’s shorts. Tugging them down before she widened her eyes and dropped her jaw with aghast shock as his cock sprung forth into the open air. Twitching as it stood in a state between relaxed but ready to rise to erectness once aroused as the single mom felt her face blushjng red. “W-well now seems they broke the mould when they made you big where it really counts..” her tone carrryjng a hint of huskiness and awe as she grasped hismcock and began to stroke it. Panting with growing desire as for the first time in who knows how long,she felt so turned on. Thighs rubbing together as she felt the crotch of her jeans get wet,warm and sticky, her nipples perky as she leaned her face in close to what she could say, she was about to call her new best friend. Pressing her lips to his as she gasped at feeling him respond within seconds of the sensual contact. His tongue probing and invading her mouth while his hands reached out to grab her white denim clad booty. Palms resting on those glorious ass cheeks as he began to squeeze and massage them, making Peg moan and quiver. For how stoic and cool to a point of seeming emotionless he as he came off, this little guy was proving himself a skilled and capable lover as their tongues danced and swapped spit. The divorcee milf could swear she hadn’t felt so giddy and aroused since high school as her own hands got busy to explore and caress his sculpted muscles before she soon grasped and stroked that twitching,hard cock of his. Feeling the pre flow and soak her palm and fingers with its sticky warmth.

Before the sexy MILF knew it,she gasped as her Warrior Monk broke their liplock, shoving her off and stunning her as he grabbed and pulled off her pink sweater. The camera catching the perfect shot of her tits bouncing free in the air to expose the fsct she had no bra on underneath it. Blushjng and soon moaning as she found him grabbjng and squeezing her funbags before he motorbiated his head between them. Assaulting them with licks and kisses as he took her nips into her mouth to suckle on them, Peg moaning as she she’d and caresses his smooth chromedome. “Aaaah so sudden and forceful. Now that’s a man who takes cha-?!” Whatever Peg was about to say was cut off as she found him working away at undoing the fly of her jeans. Unbuttoning snd unzipping before grabbing them by the waistband, pulling them down to expose a racy sexy black thong. Her juicy asscheeks devouring the T back to make it seem even saucier. Peg panting as she felt herself becoming bitch in heat as her Warrior Monk sucked on one tit and juggled another within his squeezing grasp while his free hand plunged down the front of her thong to caress her slit,making her oussy juices flow and rain down on her smooth mahogany floor. It was all so unreal for the MILF to find herself living out such raw,primal sensual intimacy like she was making her own amateur porn an she was quite frankly, loving every goddamn second of his. “Ooooh fuck,you little sex machine,keep going,take me to heaven…” To say he glsdly,obliged her would be an understatement to say the very least.

Peg found herself laying back flat on the smooth wood floor of her hoe, her legs spread as her Warrior monk pried her thong was pressing his face deep into her warm,wet groin. Tongue probing her nether lips as he massaged her inner walls and drank uo her flowing juices as he held and caressed her hips. Before she soon trapped his bald head between her thighs,giving a firm squeeze as she held him in place to roll around, soon having him lay on his back as she sat on his fsce. Humping and grinding her bubble butt as his oral penetration deepened and intensified. “Mmm loving the tongue work little man but it’s not fair I get to be the only one feeling good..” she quipped,sensually biting her lip as she locked her gaze kn thst twitching erect cock of his. Grasping it as she began to stroke and jerk his length and girth before leaning her upper torso forward. Raining licks and kisses on his shaft as his scent overwhelmed her senses, the taste of his heavy flowing pre dazzling her tastebuds as she drank it up bobbing her head uo and down driven to take inch after inch of this veiny piece of heaven all the way balls deep. The milf and her Krillin clone assaulting each other with oral pleasure in a classic 69 position, as the latter would squeeze and slap her ass, making those booty cheeks jiggle like jelly. While Peg was now licking and sucking on his tip as she sandwiched his cock between ehr plump and juicy tits, jerking him off with her funbags. Eyes flowing with pink hearts of lust as she truly felt undiscovered heights of sexual ecstasy. And she was loving it! It wasn’t long before she took her video review to what was a regular habit when it came to the Warrior Monk, thst being the montage of erotic love making.

“Aahn fuck yeah! Right there my little man..don’t stop,you’re so much bigger and better han my ex! Fuck me so you ruin me for other men!!” Among other such obscene remarks that came out of Peg’s mouth when she wasn’t busy panting and panting like the bitch in heat she had become. Riding her Warrior Monk cowgirl style as he guided his hands from her hips to her ass, to her waist and tits, as her booty and boobies bounced and swayed hypnotically and erotically. That is whe the degenerate milf wasn’t grasping and clasping his hands, face a smiling expression of shameless sexual bliss and ecstasy as she brought her lips close to kiss him with all the sloppy thirst and desire of a horny teenager. Their skin glowing with a sheen of perspiration as Peg couldn’t keep count of her orgasms but gladly rolled with the momentum of changing and shifting positions when her compact stud would blow his load. A warrior monk may not have been capable of knocking up their lovers but Capsule Cocks didn’t want to deny their eager customers the rush and thrill of a man going raw and bareback on them and filling their womb with their hot white cream. The hot single milf was pornographic poetry in motion as she rode the momentum bringing her to the peak of ecstasy over and over like surfing a tidal wave as her new sex friend aimed to deliver on and oblige her desire to 'ruin her for other men'. Her moans in a sensual synch with the slapping of their loins as the camera pickedup the jiggle of her tits and the shaking of her thunderclapping ass, gasping as she found her little man suddenly shift their postion,sitting up to pounce and pin her down on her back, not breaking their liplock or the connection of their loins to her surprise and delight. More so when she found him grabbingher legs by the ankles as he pushed them back until her feet laid on either side of her head as he had her body folded into a mating press. Deepning his penetration as she found herself in a mating and she was loving each and every damn moment of his. The heavy hammering and stretching of her inner walls and the slap of his big balls against her sloppy wet netherlips music to her ears as the drone camera caught every second of it.

And it didn't miss a single juicy detail as the passage of time was marked by the sunlight pouring in,indicating every hour that passed closer to the dusk of sunset. With the milf and her warrior monk relentless in ensuring this video review wasn't going to be lacking in material to tease and tanalise viewers and potential paying customers. The Krillin clone taking Peg doggystyle as he smacked and squeezed her slutty ass, hips blurring as he jackhammered his raging hard cock into her snatch's sloppy embrace. Deepthroated moans pouring forth from her delighted lips as her tits swung like a pornographic metronome to laying flat on her front as he mounted and fucked her prone bone,kissing and licking along her neck and shoulders, the milf biting her lip sensually as the raw surge of pleasure running along her spine was such a rush. To having her arms and legs wrapped around his compact,powerful body as she made out with him with a relentess hormonal thirst, tits rubbing agaisnt his firm pecs as she bounced and rode on his cock. Her shortstack stud showing off by not holding her,performing this vertical fuck hands free. All the while their juices splashed and rained down on the floor to make a growing puddle. Spread eagle,missionary, Peg was aiming for the kama sutra and her little man was going to give it all to her and then some. The camera showing what seemed to be the final scene as Peg was snoring softly, her Warrior Monk still connected to her,his godly cock in her snatch as he held her waist while she hugged her arms around him. A sensual smile and blush on her face as they basked in the afterglow and the scent of sex in the air. The camera drone flickering between pixels and static before it showed it was the next morning. Sunlight shining through as the cicads hummed and chirped their song alongside the birds. Along with the sound of running water and steam pouring forth from the open door of what could only be the bathroom.

Peg hummed a simple little tune to herself as she walked into view,draped in a fluffy silky bathrobe which hugged her curvy thicc frame wonderfully before she undid and shed the article of clothing. Naked as the day she was born once more,entering the bathroom and stepping into the shower to join her Warrior Monk who was already inside, moaning erotically as she basked in the hot steamy spray of water. More so as her little man began to grope and pleasure her,kissing along her stomach and thighs before she began to return the favour, pressing her lips to his as they made out and assaulted each other's bodies with some sensual heavy petting. Before the Milf paused in their foreplay as she caught sight of something, which was indicated to be the drone camera. Leaning out as she held the frames of the shower to give a bemused, playful glare as if she had caught someone in the act of peeping on her and her little man with the camera's level of definition and angle giving the viewers a fine shot of her wet mane and body, moisture running down along her bombshell form as she shuddered and moaned. Loooking playfully over her shoulder to see her Krillin clone playing her asscheeks like a bongo drum while he ate out her pussy and rimmed her anal pucker as if having the most delicious meal he had ever been offered. Before she turned her attention back to the camera and reached out to grab it. "What? You're still here? Show's over, go home and buy your own you kinky thirsty bitches...and babe? Thanks very much for the recommendation...." Blowing a kiss at the camera as she soon turned it off, pixels and static filling the screen. That was that for the review as the viewer exited out of fullscreen mode to find themselves back on the Capsule Cocks shopping page for the Warrior Monk.

The mouse cursor hovered over the next set of preview shots for the video reviews of the Krillin sex doll clone as if clearly whoever had just watched that video was now feeling more than tempted. Shifting between that and the add to shopping basket option for the Warrior monk before it soon went down to the video review tab and clicked the more options. Soon finding the video library on display before them currently set between most poular and recent. The comments picked and highligted from many of these videos reading out like the letters one would send to Penthouse. The viewer humming and hawing before they soon brought their cursor over one very tantalising video preview image and clicked play. Fullscreen mode kicked in as the video began to buffer and load, allowing the potential paying customer to see if they could be persuaded just a bit further more to become another very thoroughly satisfied customer. Just another day of well earned profit and clout for Bulma's special Rated R/XXX division. Who says sex didn't sell?!