“Ash?!”

“Ash, you home!?”

“Ashleigh?!” called Kyle into his quiet and dark house, his voice slightly worried as his missus was nowhere to be seen. The sun had already set before he got home and lost in a post-work daze and he was halfway up the garden path before he noticed that no lights were on in his house, the odd sight catching him off guard as his Ashleigh should have been home before him. A quick look over his broad shoulders confirmed her parked car berthed in its normal place, meaning that for all intents and purposes she should have been in.

Hand wafting for the light switch, Kyle found it after a few tentative taps and with a click the corridor was illuminated in bright yellow light. Pushing the door shut with his back foot, and hanging up his coat and work bag, Kyle then took a few steps into the house and again called for his girlfriend, and just like the previous attempts he was met only with silence and the sound of water gurgling in the radiators. Not getting a response, Kyle then just shrugged and kicked off his work boots, before gently putting them on the shoe rack, as he completed his end of work ritual and was now ready to carve an arse groove in his couch and wait for his bird to get home as she must have been out with friends.

Taking a few steps, the soft carpet caressing his sock coated sole, Kyle made his way deeper into the dim dwelling. The lack of motion making the normally inviting home have an edge of dread as Kyle made his way along the short path to the living room, each step low as his 10-hour shift began to catch up with him and his body yearned for sleep. this lethargic state departing in an instant when the sound of rustling rang out from the doorless precipice to the living room as something shifted in the murky shadows that lay beyond.

Reaching the entrance to the gloamy gateway, Kyle paused and squinted into the darkness listening intently to see if the sound would repeat itself. For a few moment’s he saw nothing in the unlit room, the tenebrosity too great to discern anything in the blackness, leaving him staring at a tar pit that slowly cleared as Kyle’s eyes adjusted to the limited light leaking into the room from the illuminated corridor. Squinting Kyle saw something, a glistening glass laying on the carpet like a gem, a dark stain forming upon the carpeting from the spilled beverage not unlike the long shadows his toned frame cast across the floor as he leered in the entryway.

The misplaced glassware drawing his attention as it sparkled, but a renewal of the rustling caused Kyle’s eyes to pan upwards as peered upon a peculiar sight. For a moment he couldn’t make out what he was looking at as a lumpy shape sat in the gloomy depths of the living room. A low hiss coming from the ambiguous shape, causing Kyle to take a step forward entering the poorly lit room, his hand coming up and fondling for the light switch as he looked forward at the source of the queer sounds.

“Ash?” he again called, thinking his girlfriend might be playing some sort of joke on him. The sound shifting ever so slightly as part of the vague mass shifted as if to look at him, Kyle lowering his head slightly as his eyes finally adjusted to the black tea enough for him to make something out in the fang-like projection of his silhouette and it was enough for him to freeze in place like a statue as his mind processed the strange sight.

It was an emerald snake, its tongue flickering the air, as its golden eyes gleamed at him from its position on the floor. The creatures normally svelte and serpentine body warped and bulbous as it had no doubt partaken in a meal that now gave hints of its identity as its features for now provided resistance to push up against the glossy scales. The sight was unmistakable, the large breasts, wide hips, small shoulders, all the features of Kyle’s missing missus from her facial features to the dip in her hips clear as day highlighted as an hourglass-shaped bulge in the frame of the serpent.

The lady lump marinating motionless, as no doubt the stomach was already hard at work making Ash’s buxom body into a more workable form, as the snake slowly sluiced her to soup. Kyle knew there was no point interfering as gynophagic snakes were heavily protected, and no sooner had its gums parted to received his bird she was the beasts to do with, which in this simple creature’s case would involve using her to pad its muscular frame. The repercussions of harming these slithering predators made the situation as such that in the event it decided your significant other would look good as a bouncing bulge it was for the best to just let nature take its course.

After a few moments to let this revelation sink in, Kyle finally found the nerve to move and flicking on the light he let out a sigh as he saw the scene in greater clarity confirming it was not the darkness playing tricks on his eyes. Holding his chin, the slight stubble pricking the fingertips, Kyle cursed himself as this was not the first time this digestive dance had happened in his home, and he now had a stuffed serpent to shepherd from his living room.

“Not again,” he grumbled…………………..

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the first of hopefully several commissions from the always talented  Voraciousmoga .

In this little lemon, a man comes home to find a normal sight in the world of woman swallowing snakes. Hope you guys enjoy it :)

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