A short story I wrote for a spur of the moment free writing session. The story was written for  Valeyard, who wanted to observe a lighter situation of a slice-of-life moment between a feeder and their feedee husband. Something fun and pleasant.


.:Rated general for:.
>Implied Feederism
>Groping


Word Count: 1338

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My 600 Pound Housebound House Hubbie

A long wet line slithered across the steps leading up to the house, left behind by the long reticulated python that had made it. With a tail over seven feet long, the snake wasn’t too heavy by most standards, much of their bulk being in their torso, which was fumbling with the house keys. It was his beloved’s habit of always locking the door, and given he worked from their home office, it was a sound thing. Just a bit of a nuisance to unlock in the dark of near midnight while juggling some food containers. Still, the serpent unlocked the door and slithered inside. “Francis! I’m home!” the snake called.

Flickering his tongue, he followed the mild stink of sweat and body odour to the living room, where an enormous emu was sitting on the couch mindlessly watching TV. The bird named Francis turned his head to his husband, and smiled. Gripping the couch hard, he fought to rise, the weight of his obese belly weighing him down somewhat. It wasn’t easy being a six hundred pound work-at-home husband. He inevitably gave up and sank back into the comfortable couch, but at least tried to straighten up and pull down his singlet and little shorts. “How was work Roger” he asked politely, his face slightly red.

“It was hell, as per usual. Naturally we had a party of seven come in and order at twenty minutes to closing. I swear, people are so inconsiderate” the python sighed as he coiled up on the couch.

“I can imagine” the bird mumbled, eying the food containers the snake had brought with him.

Francis followed Roger’s eye, and raised a knowing brow. “Can’t keep anything from you huh?” he chuckled, offering the boxes.

“It’s been a while since dinner” the emu blushed. “Wow! This looks good” he exclaimed, opening the box to find some baked fish.

“It was from the party of seven. They ordered food that clearly listed the thing they were allergic to, but was still somehow a surprise to them. I swear these people live in another reality entirely” Francis sighed, and sought the emu’s belly for comfort.

It was a good belly, one he had worked on for many, many years now. It was soft and comforting, and came with a great man attached to it. It made for great comfort at night to be coiled around it, spooning Roger and holding his hand so tight. The python felt truly at ease with his head to it, his ear holes picking up the minor rumbles and gurgles of a belly that had been well-fed. “Sometimes I wonder why you keep up with it when the job is so terrible” Roger murmured between mouthfuls of fish.

“Because nowhere else at my pay level is hiring, and I refuse to do customer service again. I REFUSE to go back there” the snake replied, idly circling a finger around the avian’s navel. “Blblblbb” he giggled, flickering his tongue and poking his long finger into the hole.

His head bounced as Roger giggled, his belly button being one of his many ticklish spots. “Come on Francis, I’ll choke if you do that” the emu protested, his smile saying otherwise.

The snake chuckled, his long fingers caressing and tracing lines across the bird’s blubber. “Besides, that job is just to earn a living. You are my life’s work” he said longingly.

“You think?” the emu mused.

“Mmm” the python murmured as he ran a hand up Roger’s belly and under the singlet, so he could cup one of the bird’s sizable and splendidly warm moobs. “I do” he said, giving it a gentle squeeze.

The avian sighed, as if the squeeze emptied all the air from his lungs. And then he reached out and placed a hand over his singlet, clasping Francis’ hand with his own. “I’m okay with that” he stated.

Francis smiled fondly and pulled his hand out, so he could hold his husband’s properly. “It’s what we agreed to when,” he paused, yawning fiercely before adding “when we got together for the first time”.

“I was so skinny, practically anorexic” Roger joked.

“You certainly needed some feeding, that was for sure” the snake added, turning about and lying across the emu’s belly and staring into his eyes. “Just as well you found me huh?” he said sombrely, a hand gently caressing the avian’s face.

“Would’ve died of starvation without you” Francis nodded as he leaned in as best he could without pressing his husband like a sandwich. It was brief and partial, but they still managed a loving kiss before the emu was forced to recline, lest he create some new, unwanted folds. “The fish was good” he remarked.

“Damn straight. Think this will be enough? I think I have some more left in me to make you something real quick” Roger offered, but another yawn betrayed him.

“I think you need to go to bed. Come on dear” the avian chuckled, and gently lifted the snake off of him.

Straining hard enough to go red in the face, the emu slowly but surely lifted his tremendous bulk up until he was finally back on his own two, rather large feet. The python had the esteemed pleasure of being greeted by his beloved’s enormous rump hanging over the back of his stretchy shorts. “You missed a spot, dear” he tittered and yanked them up.

“Thanks. Want me to carry you to bed?”

“Please” Francis nodded.

Carry, in this case, had the snake coiling around the emu’s leg, rising upwards and spinning several lazy circles around his gut. It was so lovely and warm against his coils, and it was lovelier still to rest his head atop the avian’s, letting him do the heavy lifting as the fatigue of today made a rather sudden and unwarranted appearance. So it was lovely to be taken to their bed, with the three mattresses for support. They had considered a water bed, but why get one when they already had one? The top layer especially was nice and soft, so Francis felt nothing as some of his body was buried under Roger’s bulk as he took to his side of the bed. Being so large he was a natural side-sleeper, so it was extra cosy for the snake to reach under his chubby wings and hug him tightly. “I do so love it when you take me to bed” the snake whispered as he got comfortable.

“It’s the least I can do. I do so little around here normally it’s nice to be of some help” the emu whispered back.

“That’s fine. I don’t mind it, really.”

“Sometimes I feel kinda useless, and I try to do stuff, but at my size it’s way harder now an-”

He was silenced by a kiss on his cheek, and another loving stroke of his moobs. “You don’t have to worry about it. Nothing is hard work when I do it for you. I know the price of having such a large husband, and if you can’t sweep, I’m fine with that. I’d much rather have my big hungry man than a workaholic skinny twig~”

“You make it sound so simple….”

“I’m my head it is, but as I said, you’re my life’s work. You’re everything that matters to me, and I’ll gladly do any of the busy chores so you don’t have to worry about them.”

“And if I do worry?”

“Then I’ll make those worries go away.”

Roger felt a tight grip on his hand. “Okay. But, I still wanna maybe do a little more around the house and stuff.”

“Oh yeah fine, if you want. I’m just saying I’m happy to do it for you.”

“Okay” Francis nodded. “Dang, I forgot to bring the food with me.”

“Want me to go get it?”

“No, nooo. It’ll spoil breakfast, anyways.”

“That’s my big man. I’ll make it nice and big, just for you~”

“Thank you, my sweet.”