This whole story came about because I wanted to write something where Clay sits on somebody. It kind of blossomed out from there into something that's all over the place, but also something I felt like sharing. (Clayton does have a huge butt, though.)

2,029 words, for anyone who might care about that sort of thing

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Clayton was out cold. Sometime during the daily rigamarole of getting home from work, making dinner and winding down from the day, he had landed on his living room couch and fallen soundly asleep. Just across the room, not more than 10 feet away, the TV was still on, playing some cookie-cutter sitcom at a low volume. On the coffee table, a recently emptied bag of chips sat abandoned next to four empty wine cooler bottles lined up in a row. The moose himself had discarded his shirt and trousers long ago, with his loosest pair of gym shorts covering the cervine’s doughy body. His tremendous mound of a belly rose and fell, accompanied by soft snoring. The poor, tired moose hadn’t even had the chance to take his glasses off.


Under the right conditions, he could have possibly spent hours like this, only waking up to shuffle off to his actual bed in the wee hours of the morning. This evening, though, there was a knock at the door, sometime shortly before midnight. At first, Clayton didn’t so much as stir, but the knocking steadily grew louder, as whoever was on the other side of the door seemed insistent on getting the moose’s attention. Eventually, their attempts got through. Clayton’s ears stood at attention. His gargantuan body was stirred into motion. His eyes opened. Grunting and groaning and taking a moment to stretch, he rolled off the couch, onto his hooves, and lumbered over to open the door. Out there, standing outside of his apartment door was a snake, who seemed surprised, but not at all disapproving of the moose’s current appearance. He took a step backwards and craned his head upward to look the cervine in his half-lidded eyes.

“Otis…...what the hell are you doing here?”

The snake shifted from foot to foot and flickered his tongue. “Oh, didn’t you invite me over a little while ago? I could have sworn I got a text from you to come over!”

“Otis.” Clayton stood in the doorway, holding his glasses with one hoof and rubbing his face with the other. He let out a yawn

“I was bored and you’re the only person I know who lives nearby and might still be up.”

“mmmm.” grunted Clayton, satisfied with the answer. He still stood in the doorway, though, looming over his serpentine friend. With his glasses back on his face, he reached down to scratch his belly.

“Can I come in? I brought food!”

Otis brought the end of his tail around front to reveal that, held tightly in its coils was a decent sized bag of fast food, splotched with grease stains. Clayton, when presented with the promise of greasy, delicious, late-night food, was woken up just a bit more. He yawned again, and shuffled back into his abode, allowing his friend entry. Otis followed suit, entering the building, and shutting the door behind him.

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A short while later, and the two were sitting on Clayton's couch, chowing down on a bag of big, sloppy burgers. The only sound in the apartment was that of the two eating. The moose had managed to wake up a little more, but hadn't changed his outfit or cleaned up at all. Otis didn't mind, though. He was satisfied just to have some company.

After eating a single burger, the snake took a moment to look over his sleepy companion in all of his half-naked glory. He prodded at the moose's belly with his tail tip, and leaned his head against Clayton's shoulder.

"Do you really sleep in gym shorts?"

"I mean, yeah. They're comfier than underwear or sleeping nude. What about it?"

"Well, I was wondering how it is that you have gym shorts, since you definitely don't go to the gym."

The statement didn't register in Clayton's mind for a few moments, as he was busy licking the oozing mixture of ketchup, mustard and mayo from his snout. Once it did, though, his ears flattened to his head and he wordlessly took another bite of his second burger. Otis leaned in further, wrapping one arm around Clayton's back and using the other to glide across the moose’s impressively large gut, which hung weightily down between his thighs.

"It's probably best that you don't go to the gym though. You'd break any machine you tried to use."

Clayton, grunted and flattened his ears further. He gave Otis a shove, but the snake weaved his head under the moose's arm and buried his face into one of the cervine's cantaloupe-sized moobs.

"An even better question, though, is where you even get pants when your ass is as big across as some people are tall."

This final comment made the moose stop completely in his tracks for a moment. His cheeks flushed a faint pink. He was clearly flustered, and struggled his way to an eventual reply

"You talk a lot for someone who can be slurped up like a fat spaghetti noodle."

"No wonder you're so enormous, Clay. Even your threats involve eating!"

Otis was very pleased with himself. He raised his head to give the moose a playful peck on his blushing snout. Clayton, however, was determined to make his teasing friend eat his words.

"I can do more than just eat you!"

"Is that so, you tub of ice cream?"

Without a word, the moose pried his snake friend off of himself, and shoved him over onto the couch, where he sprawled out on his back, amused by Clayton's sudden roughness. Clayton got up from the couch and onto his hooves with a mighty grunt.

"You're just proving my point, moose! Your butt is absolutely enormous from here! God, those massive cheeks…"

And then, unceremoniously, the moose brought his so called massive cheeks right down on top of Otis, obscuring his entire torso and then some. The snake let out an 'OOF' as he was smushed by a lard-laden moose, and finally, Clayton felt like he had won.

"Oh, fuck…moose, you're so heavy…you weigh like half a ton!"

Clayton chuckled, feeling his friend squirm around, pinned underneath his tremendous bulk. Confident the snake wouldn't be doing any more teasing while being sat on, Clayton went right back chowing down on the rest of those delicious burgers. Shoving the rest of his second into his mouth before moving onto the third.

"Eat up, you cuddly fatass" Otis managed to mutter. With a little finesse, he freed his arms and tail, and used them to hug the moose from below, encircling as much of the corpulent cervine's waistline as he could, and using his long neck to nuzzle his head up against the moose's bulging love handles.

Feeling all of this, the moose took a short break to ask: "Otis, are you cuddling my butt?"

Wordlessly, the snake smirked and started to do exactly that, positioning an arm appropriately and sinking his hand into the nearest one of Clayton's plush, plump cheeks, and then following suit with the other. Around front, he did the exact same thing to the moose's lower belly, which sat piled up in rolls atop his tree trunk thighs. Otis' forked tongue lolled out of his mouth in satisfaction, and somewhere, the moose could feel something poking him from below. He paid no mind to any of that, though. He had burgers to eat.

For quite a while, that's exactly what the two did. Clayton scarfed down bite after bite of those delicious, weighty triple cheeseburgers, loaded with condiments. He stopped periodically to lick the sauce off of his fingers and his snout, before moving on to the next one. Meanwhile, just below, Otis gratified himself by squeezing, kneading, jiggling and pressing his face into whatever plush, blubbery parts of his moose friend he could reach. The occasional murmured tease from Otis or small burp from Clayton broke the silence, but other than that, not much was heard from the two. At least, not until the bag was emptied.

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Clayton had no idea how much he’d eaten, or what time it was. All he knew were the feelings of pleasant fullness pushing against his belly from the inside, and a lingering, inescapable tiredness that said it was time for bed. With much effort, the moose hefted himself up off of the couch, finally freeing his snake friend, who looked slightly more disappointed than relieved.

“Hey, Otis.” Clayton groaned, while mid-stretch. “I’m gonna head to bed. Are you coming with, or are you fine here?”

Otis nodded. Clayton had no idea which option that was in relation to, but the tubby snake made it perfectly clear when he pried himself up from the couch cushions and climbed the moose’s back. He used his arms to hold on around Clayton’s chest, while squeezing the moose’s doughy sides with his legs for stability. His tail hung down to the ground, unused for once, and his head rested comfortably on the cervine’s shoulder, his eyes closed. It seemed the snake was sleepy too. The moose chuckled, and with his reptile friend in tow, he waddled out of the living room and off to the bedroom.

Or at least that’s where Otis thought they were going. When he opened his eyes, he found that they had made a quick pit stop in the kitchen, of all places, and his cervine friend was rummaging through the fridge. He watched with curiosity as the moose popped the cap on a jug of milk and proceeded to drain the entire thing into his greedy gullet. The snake smacked Clayton’s now slightly fuller belly with his tail.

“You fatasssssss! You just ate nine triple cheeseburgers and you’re still looking for more to put in there.”

“I can’t help it! I needed something to wash it down…”

Clayton’s defense was immediately followed by an abrupt “uuuuUUUOOOORRAAAAAAHHHP”, and then, by another tail smack to the belly by Otis.

“Take me to bed, doughmoose. You can eat the rest of the apartment after we’ve had some sleep.”

Clayton would have raised a rebuttal, but he too was tired. After tossing the empty jug in the trash, he and Otis finally lumbered off to the bedroom.
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Clayton’s bedroom was pitch black, and almost silent, save for soft breathing and the occasional shift of one of the two. The expansive bed was inhabited on one side by the moose, who lay sprawled out on his back, mostly asleep, and on the other side, by the snake, who had coiled and curled himself into a formless mound of golden scales. Or at least that was how he’d normally sleep in his hammock, at home. Here, he lay awake, his mind fixated on one part of the evening in particular. He couldn’t get that warmth and softness and heft out of his head. He had been squished all the while, but it was a squish that made him feel oddly satisfied and comfortable, rather than imperiled. In the darkness, he unfurled himself and jabbed a finger in the general direction of the moose. From the general area’s give, he guessed the poke landed somewhere around one of Clayton’s moobs.

“Hey, Clay.”

“Mmm?”

“Could you lay on me, maybe?”

No answer. Instead, Clayton went straight to repositioning himself. He felt around in the dark for the snake’s body, then slowly raised himself, crawled across the bed, and, just as unceremoniously as before, plopped his massive, almost-half-ton of blubbery cervine bulk right on top of his friend. Only this time, Otis was trapped under Clayton’s doughy gut, rather than his plump butt.

A wave of relief and satisfaction washed over him. All that soft fat, pressing down upon him, radiating heat and flattening him against the mattress. Not to mention the front row seat to the inner workings of the moose’s stomach. With his head and torso under the moose’s extra-heavy beanbag belly, Otis could hear every GWOoooOOOrrrGLe and BLoOOrp and gllllRRRRRRRRRrrrrrnnn of Clayton’s digestive process. A gastric lullaby sung by a slightly overloaded stomach, processing the results of its owners’ gluttony.

“Goodnight, Clayton.” the snake said through a yawn, before he, like the moose on top of him, finally dozed off for the night.