“Babe--a little help?” The pot was starting to overflow and Ben felt like he needed four arms just to keep dinner preparations under control. No answer.

“Babe? ...Jessica? Give me a hand?” He started to sound worried. After a couple seconds he ventured into the living room, around the corner from the dinner chaos. Jessica sat right where he left her--glaring angrily at Ben. The TV was playing The Great British Baking Show.

“Are you really going to just watch TV all night and not help me?”

Jessica continued to stare for a few more seconds, “Seriously?” she said, gesturing down at herself.

“Well the pastas boiling over, the roast is almost burnt…” Ben gestured wildly. Jessica just sat there, “If my little princess so pleases, perhaps you could stand up on those two empty stumps of yours, march into the kitchen and help me!”

“You’re being serious.” Jessica was wearing a loose, pink, comfy looking sweatshirt. She often got cold when not cuddling with someone so she was quite bundled up with a wool blanket in front of the TV. “You know what, sure. Let me help you!” Jessica began to shuffle convincingly, “You know what, you go back in there--I’ll be with you in a jiffy!” her face had a menacing fake smile.

“Thanks babe! You know that’s why I love you. You're always willing to jump at the opportunity...to lend a hand” Ben could barely hold back his laughter after he sprinted back into the kitchen.

“Oh my god, shut---up!” Jessica yelled annoyed. “You know what...I swear--you come back here and stand up for yourself. When I get to you I swear you're really gonna regret it.” She squirmed, barely adjusting herself for comfort. She continued to struggle, seemingly stuck in the covers. She nodded her head forward and fell face first in the cushion. Her threats we’re muffled as she continued to complain.

Ben rushed over and gripped Jessica’s empty shoulders, lifting her by the underside of her collar bones that were the farthest reaching part of her shoulders. She almost slipped through his grip as her shoulders raised in a shrug due to gravity, but Ben just held on harder. Finally he lifted her high enough so that the rest of her body left the couch and swung forward beneath her. He gently sat her down on the floor just in front of the couch, her back and armless shoulders leaning against the front of the couch.

“You know I like when you do that a little too much, right?” Jessica said, referring to the constant reminders of the modifications they both chose for her body.

Thanks aeonian for the image! (https://www.deviantart.com/aeonian96/art/3d-0001-03292023-956388398)

“I’d love to stick around and chat, but if I don’t get back now the roast is gonna burn. Race ya?” he swiftly removed her sweater for better "aerodynamics", leaving just a shirt and bra, and bare ass against the floor.

“Goddammi…”

“Go!” Ben sprinted again to the kitchen leaving Jessica’s completely limbless torso right where he left it.

Jessica sighed deeply as she shuffled in place, careful not to tip forward again. The small head of femur remained in her hips allowing her to keep balance if she was careful. She leaned forward until her back left the couch and balanced on the ends of the scars that were at the bottom of her hips--another reminder that felt like the front and back of her thighs at the same time.

One by one, Jessical shuffled her hips against the microfiber carpet they installed just after her surgeries. The ground was soft, but it gave easily, requiring her to engage her core muscles much more than if she were just ‘standing” in place. Her body was quite fit considering all the things her husband made her do on her own--for both their pleasure.

It took nearly ten minutes for her to reach the entrance to the kitchen when Ben came around the corner. Jessica yelped and fell backwards onto the carpet.

“Silly goose, this is no time to nap!” mocked Ben.

“If I had any resemblance of an arm left, I would slap you with it.”

Ben set the roast down onto the table and turned around, kneeling next to Jessica’s shoulder. He put his cheek next to her shoulder, “I am so sorry dear! Please, punish me if you think it is appropriate.”

Jessica mustered up all the strength she could and swung her shoulder at his face. The first time it wouldn’t even reach Ben’s face, so her placed it closer. The second time her swing, meant to hurt him as much as possible, ended up as nothing more than a sweet caress. She groaned out of frustration. Ben pecked her on the lips and they smiled knowingly to each other before he picked her up by the waist to place her at the table.

“Thanks for all the help” Ben said sarcastically.

“You really think that’s funny, don't you?”

“You're just lucky I love you so much. Anyone else would be annoyed that just about all you can do is squirm in place. Lucky for you, I love it!”

Jessica reached out with her shoulder to slap Ben. It was obvious that’s what she was trying to do, but her blatant inability made them both break out in laughter.

“You know your comments and mockery make me wet?” Jennifer broke the silence after their laughing fit.

“If being the way you are now didn’t give you pleasure, I don’t think we would be anywhere near this situation right now.” Ben paused, “Besides, It wasn’t like you were doing your share of the dishes before anyway.”

“Oh shut up!” They both laughed.