Sweet little bumblebee

Peak of the mountain

Bee was hitting the peak of his heat, Optimus was getting more and more aggressive, and ratchet was hoping that all of this would stop. Bumblebee started to attract more bots than Prime, and surprisingly enough, it was never another autobot. Starscream, Scorponok, Blackout, Bonecrusher,Dropkick, and quite a few drones have attempted to mount the poor scout. Every time they tried, prime would attempt to brutally maul them. Bee wasn't doing ok himself, as Optimus was almost always using his hole, he often left him full of transfluid afterwards. He couldn't even use the bathroom without prime attempting to mount him. He was constantly tired and well used ( and after doing an examination on Optimus, if ratchet knew any better he'd say that bumblebee wouldn't be as tight and petite anymore.) Before anyone knew it Bumblebee was locked in his quarters and had nested, stealing blankets and pillows for his nest and constantly running away from the base. Ratchet didn't know how Bumblebee was doing it but he kept on escaping without making any noise, and even when he tried keeping a close eye on the bot he could never figure out how he kept escaping. He was just starting to gain weight and obviously didn't like it. He couldn't do anything that he was used to (as he was a very active mech so was constantly trying new things to try and tire himself out), he wasn't allowed to go help everyone with the decepticons, he wasn't even allowed to go outside. He was just bored out of his mind and wouldn't sit down for at least a minute, but that probably wouldn't last long as bumblebee thinks. These are prime's children after all, no one knows how big they'll get. Bumblebee was waddling around outside again, literally waddling around to see what he could do. Grimlock nuzzled his stomach as he greeted the scout before picking him up by the door wings (careful not to cause him any pain) and brought him back to the base, banging his tail lightly on the door to get someone's attention. Ratchet opened the door and snatched the scout inside, checking him for any injuries before sighing. " Maybe there's a way to tire him out?" Ironhide said, checking his little brother for any more weight gain than before. " Actually scratch that, I think he's already done that." The large mech said, pointing out the large swell of Bumblebee's belly. Bee was half asleep, mostly resisting the feeling. "We can all agree that prime's gonna be the worst father ever right?" Ironhide said, looking over at ratchet as he ran some diagnostics on the mini bot. "Agreed." Everyone responded at the same time.