An Eventful Business Trip (pt. 2) (Patreon)

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

Kerry was so fucking fucked. Unbelievably fucked. Immeasurably fucked. It was over. It was all over.

The sweaty brunette clutched the satin sheets of the bed to her bare chest as she stared miserably up at the ceiling above her. The only noises in the dim room were soft snoring and the occasional heavy belch coming from right next to Kerry. As adorable and heavenly as those sounds were, they were a constant reminder of how dead Kerry would be in the morning.

Kerry didn’t remember when she’d undone the ropes binding Cadence’s limbs, nor did she remember where her suit had gone. The last hour since she’d stuck her tongue down Cadence’s throat was nothing but a blur of heat, excitement, and ecstasy in Kerry’s mind.

So, in review: did Kerry regret fucking her boss? Yes, greatly so. But did she have a good time?

FUCK. YES.

Kerry quietly dragged herself out of bed and walked over to the minbar. If she was fucked anyway, she might as well enjoy what little time she had left as a rich woman’s assistant as best she could. She pulled it open and helped herself to a bottle of tequila. She’d never heard of the brand before, but it was bound to be good so long as it was alcohol. She cracked it open and took a heavy swig straight from the bottle. Kerry coughed. That was STRONG! Perfect.

The despondent woman took a few more heavy swigs, nearly chugging the stuff despite how much it was scalding her throat going down. Kerry’s mind wandered back to Cadence’s wonderful body and the ways she could move despite having a gut that was almost bigger than Kerry’s whole torso. She giggled and rummaged around in the minibar until she found the seltzer. She took a quick drink of that to cleanse her mouth, then found a small bottle of brandy and took it down in one go. GOOD stuff. This was the difference that having money made, huh? Kerry would be sad to see it go.

But while she was still here, she wondered how that vodka with the weird label tasted…

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Kerry woke up to her head getting stabbed repeatedly. She groaned in pain and covered her head with a pillow. What the fuck had she done? She could barely remember anything after that first mouthful of tequila…

Her stomach churned and Kerry knew what was coming. She fell out of her bed in her haste to make it to the bathroom in time. The light was blinding and she couldn’t hear anything over the ringing in her ears. FUUUUCKING FUCK-

After ‘relieving’ herself for a long time in the toilet, Kerry finally managed to crawl out of the bathroom. She shuffled over to her luggage and hastily sifted through it, looking for… found it! Thank fuck she’d remember to bring these.

Kerry pushed her shades onto her eyes and sighed in relief as the stabbing light of the sun through the window was finally dimmed. She collapsed onto her bed tiredly. She felt so dead. Kerry was a heavyweight when it came to drinking, so she must have gone pretty hard last night to be feeling like this. Not that she blamed herself. After what she pulled-

Kerry’s heart skipped a beat. Right. Cadence. She slowly turned her head to look at the other bed, where… Cadence was missing. The sheets were pulled up and the ‘toys’ from last night were nowhere to be seen. What about her luggage? Was her luggage - whew. Still here. Cadence hadn’t left. For a second there, Kerry was scared that she’d been abandoned in Florida and would have to pay for her flight back home herself…

Actually… Kerry didn’t have a home anymore, did she? She’d just blown it with her work, meaning she wouldn’t be staying in the mansion anymore, and her old apartment was probably already filled by now, and she wasn’t welcome back in her hometown, so… Did Kerry live in Florida now? That sounded terrible. Awful and terrible. Fuck.

The sound of the lock on the hotel room’s door opening made Kerry bolt upright. Then she instantly regretted moving so fast as what little remained in her stomach tried to make a break for it. As Kerry battled her newest wave of nausea and regret, the door opened and Cadence walked in.

The tall woman eyed Kerry curiously as she set her bag down on her bed. “...What are you doing?”

Kerry stifled a wet hiccup and forced a weak smile onto her face. “J-Just dealing with my hangover. D-Don’t mind *hic* me…”

Cadence grimaced. “It looks more to me like you’re about to puke on the sheets.” She sat down on the bed and took off her heels, then began to pull off her stockings. Kerry stared over at her. She was wearing the black dress she’d foregone last night and it looked great. How was she wearing that after how big she’d gotten last night? For that matter, why was she wearing it?

The first of Kerry’s two questions was answered when Cadence peeled herself out of her dress. She had her girdle back on, just as tight as before. The tall blonde cast a glance at Kerry. “Has your stomach settled enough to help me out of this?”

“Oh, uh… yeah, sure,” Kerry said confusedly. She carefully made her way over to behind Cadence and began fumbling with the hooks and drawstrings. As she did, she bit her lip. “So, uh… a-about last night…”

“Oh, yes, that’s right. We really must talk about your actions last night.”

Kerry’s pulse dropped and her hands froze. Fuck. Here it comes. The end is nigh.

“The amount that you drank is simply unacceptable,” Cadence sighed. “I was shocked when I awoke to find you passed out with so many empty bottles around you. Do you know how long it took to get you into bed? Or how long you overslept? I had to attend breakfast and my morning meetings without you.”

Kerry blinked. “Wh-What…?”

“Considering your normally exemplary work, I’m willing to overlook your overindulgence this once,” Cadence continued, talking as if everything she was saying was already a done deal, “However, should it happen again, I’ll need to consider some sort of punishment.”

Kerry stumbled to her feet, barely managing to stay upright, and moved to stand in front of Cadence so as to see her face. “Th-That’s not what I’m talking about!”

Cadence raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Then what are you referring to?”

Kerry opened her mouth, but then stopped. Did… Did she really not remember? If she didn’t, then this was her ticket out! She could just brush past this! She’d keep her job, her benefits, her hot boss… and… her guilt…

The shaky woman clenched her fists tight. “Y-You might not remember this, but… last night, while you were drunk and tied up, I… I mean, we… we-!”

“Oh, that?” Cadence said casually. She waved her hand as if brushing the matter aside. “I remember it just fine. I told you, I can handle my alcohol well.”

Kerry’s nerves were fried at this point. “Th-Then-!”

Cadence held up her hand. Kerry’s mouth clamped shut of its own volition. She waited with bated breath while Cadence seemed to gather her thoughts. Finally, the taller woman spoke, “I admit, it is typically unorthodox and unprofessional for an employer and their employee to have sex. However, it is outlined in a later part of your contract that workplace relations are permitted so long as it does not interfere with your work.” Cadence looked Kerry right in the eyes. “That’s why your binge is worrying, miss Foster. If you react in such a way every time we enjoy each other's company, then I’ll need to search for a new assistant.”

“N-No!” Kerry said quickly, shaking her head. Fuck, that made her head hurt. She continued anyway, “Th-That was a one-time thing! I just- I… I was, uh…”

Cadence coughed. “Your reasons for doing it are unimportant so long as you don’t do it again.” Cadence closed her eyes and reached her hands behind her back. She took a deep breath, held it for a moment as she fiddled with something, then breathed a sigh of relief as the girdle gave way. She pulled it off to reveal a decently softer middle than last night. Cadence grimaced as she looked down at herself. “I’d only just lost all of my excess weight, as well…”

Kerry was too distracted to care about Cadence’s soft and supple body for once in her gay life. Her brain was still reeling from the fact that she was not only going to keep her job but that she and Cadence were… were… what exactly were they? “Um… so…”

Cadence glanced up at Kerry. “What is it now?”

Kerry gulped. “So… if you’re not mad about what we did last night, then… are we…?”

Cadence stared at Kerry for a moment. Then she seemed to realize what Kerry was asking. She rolled her eyes. “Lord no, miss Foster. Having sex does not establish a relationship.”

Apparently, Cadence didn’t get what Kerry was implying. “Y-Yeah, I know that. I’m asking if… like… it’s fine to do it again in the future. Like, friends with benefits, except… we’re not friends?”

“Yes, of course it is,” Cadence said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. She stood up and stretched, not showing the slightest bit of bashfulness about only wearing panties in front of Kerry. “In fact, if you hadn’t taken finally taken the initiative, I was going to suggest it once we’d returned from Florida.”

This… This was a dream, wasn’t it? Someone this hot wanting a casual booty-call relationship with lots of kinkiness involved? With KERRY, of all people? This couldn’t be real. “Suggest it? Wh-Why? How did you even know I was… interested?”

“Oh, please,” Cadence scoffed. “You couldn’t keep your eyes off of me - especially during our sessions. You’re as subtle as a high school boy.”

Great. Kerry had been that obvious. Cool. Just end her now.

“Besides…” Cadence continued. She started for the bathroom but turned to glance at Kerry before going in. The smallest of smiles played on her lips as she said, “It’s become clear to me that you are just my type~.”

The bathroom door closed. Kerry just stood in place as she heard the shower roar to life. Was she even alive? This felt more like heaven than a dream. This was all going too fucking perfectly. WAY too fucking perfectly. This wasn’t allowed. Kerry wasn’t allowed to have so many things go right all at once. Good relationships? Good jobs? BOTH in one package? It was illegal.

Kerry swallowed hard. She knew that she was going to fuck this whole situation up somehow at some point, but… if this was real, if this WAS happening… then she was going to make the absolute most of it, just like she’d done last night. Ok, well, not exactly like last night. That would definitely get her fired. She meant more just the general attitude of last night. The vibe, right? The-

Kerry’s gut rumbled angrily and her head throbbed. Oh, right. She was horrifically hungover, but now she had a job to do that day since she hadn't been fired. She staggered over to her luggage and scrounged around for any antacids and hangover helpers she might’ve packed. This was going to be a long day…

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As it turns out, Kerry went from looking like a mean butch bitch to looking like a bodyguard when she had her shades on. The difference in looks she got walking beside Cadence now compared to last night was like night and day. She was going to wear these things ALL the time on the job. Maybe she should even buy a pricier pair…

The hungover brunette still felt like death, of course, but it didn’t matter. Cadence’s schedule wasn’t going to change just because Kerry felt mega barfy. So she sucked it up, forced down some water and some dry toast, and followed along in Cadence’s clacking footsteps as she tended to meetings and appointments and any manner of bullshit that Kerry didn’t even want to pretend to understand.

Kerry was just grateful that, apart from having to stand around a lot, she didn’t have to do much else. It was still surreal to her that her job had somehow mutated into an amalgam of maid, bodyguard, assistant, and butt-buddy, but the details of her job didn’t really matter so long as she got paid and got to keep glancing at her boss’ damn fine ass, so hey - she’d stand around and look as butch and pissy as possible all day, no matter how bogged-down and thick her brain felt.

Heck, Kerry’s brain felt so muddled that she didn’t even realize what time it was until the sky had turned a distinct red that she could see even past her shades. It was evening and they hadn't stopped for lunch yet, let alone dinner. She slid onto the seat next to Cadence in the back of the chauffeur car the taller woman had hired, then mentioned, “If I’m remembering correctly, the next meeting is over dinner, isn't it?”

“It is,” Cadence confirmed. She sighed and placed a hand on her stomach. “It’s a shame, but I’ll need to eat light. I let myself go too much last night.”

No kidding. Kerry could still clearly remember the way her gut had wobbled after being released from her girdle… She shook her head. “R-Right. I’ve got the details of your emergency diet regimen on my phone, so I’ll review it on the way to the restaurant and order for you.”

Cadence nodded. “Good. I’m glad you’re still performing your duties well despite your mistake last night.”

“Well, my hangover is mostly gone now, so…” Kerry lied. Her head still hurt like a bitch. Just how much had she managed to drink to still feel like this?

Kerry managed to read through Cadence’s diet regimen on the drive over, though she had to turn down the brightness on her phone’s screen to be able to look at it without dying. The car stopped in front of the restaurant (a fancy Italian place) just as Kerry finished piecing everything together in her muddy brain.

The two entered with Kerry carrying a briefcase full of various documents that Cadence would need for the meeting ahead. Kerry could practically feel the swankiness of this place. The entryway carpet alone probably cost more than her first car had. Was she even allowed to walk on something like that…?

The staff seemed to recognize Cadence as a hostess instantly greeted her by name and began to lead her. Kerry, needing to do her job, followed. They turned a corner and the brunette instinctively felt her face turn into a grimace as she saw who Cadence was here to meet. It was Orville, that redheaded douche from the party last night who had been the first of many to poke fun at Kerry. She’d hoped that they wouldn’t ever meet again, but that would’ve been too good to be true. She really should have paid more attention to the names she’d seen in Cadence’s schedule.

As he saw Cadence approaching, Orville smiled wide and stood up. “Cadence! It’s good to see you again.”

Cadence plastered a patient smile on her face as she reached the table. “You as well, Orville. It’s a shame we didn’t see much of one another last night.”

“Well, you know how it is. I can’t show favorites when I’m hosting such a large charity event,” Orville said as he sat back down. Kerry pulled out Cadence’s chair for her, which elicited a surprised look and then a grateful nod from the blonde woman. As Kerry saw herself to her seat next to Cadence, she glanced across the table. Orville had his own assistant there, a black-haired man in glasses and a nice suit who looked about the same age as Kerry. He also seemed to know what a douche his boss was since he gave Kerry a sympathetic smile.

Orville continued, mock concern on his face as he spoke, “By the way, I got word that you seemed to be having issues on the way back to your room. Did something happen that I should be aware of?”

“Thank you for the concern, but there’s no need,” Cadence said flatly. “I simply had too much fun at your lovely event and got winded. The assistance I received was more of a luxury than a necessity.”

With how tight that girdle had been on her? It was a wonder that Cadence had been able to breathe, let alone walk. Not that Kerry said that aloud.

“Ah, is that so?” Orville said. “I suppose I’ll take your enjoyment as a sign my gala was a success then. Now then, I would adore chatting late into the night with you, but we should likely get to the matter at hand, shouldn’t we?”

Cadence nodded. “I agree wholeheartedly. Miss Foster, if you could get out the zoning plans for Orville’s Manhatten estate?”

The meeting went surprisingly smoothly. At least the redhead wonder seemed to be competent in business even if he couldn’t tell if a woman was more interested in him or his necktie. It made for an easy night since all Kerry had to do was pull out the documents Cadence requested. Oh, and she got to eat high-end restaurant fare - the type with tiny portions but massive flavor. Kerry was a bit of a big eater, but she was still head over heels for the… what was it, Duck Pâté en Croûte? Kerry had no idea what anything other than ‘duck’ meant in the name, but it was amazing, so who cared?

Once the eating had ended and so had business, Orville returned to his smarmy ways. Flirting, incessant questions, and constant urging to visit him at his summer estate next June. ‘I’ll prepare an extra special room, just for you~’. The crimson bastard probably intended for his room to be the special part and his dick to be the extra. Bitch. At least he knew his place to clam up for a bit every time Kerry cleared her throat when he was going too far. Her shades were really doing wonders for her intimidation factor.

FINALLY, the dinner came to a close. Orville had just said, “Well, I know I’m beat. How about we end our meeting here and make this a personal chat back in my room?”

Kery could barely keep herself from calling out his bullshit that this hasn’t been a personal chat for half an hour now. Luckily, Cadence had a swift reply before Kerry could make a menace of herself. “I would love to, I really would, but I am positively exhausted. I’ve been running around all day, you see, so I’m sorry to say that I wouldn’t be able to keep up with you if we chose to continue our conversation in a more relaxing environment.”

“Well, we could always relax as well. The suite I’m staying in has an exquisite tub with plenty of room for-”

Kerry let out a particularly fake-sounding cough. Orville clamped his mouth shut and cast a murderous glare at her. Had this been just a couple of months prior, she would have stuck her tongue out at him and given him both the fingers. Now, however, Kerry had matured as a person and had no desire for such petty actions. She just gave him a shit-eating grin and readjusted her shades instead. So mature.

Cadence, smartly, chose to completely ignore Orville’s interrupted suggestion. Instead, she said, “I believe I’ll be headed back to my room then. It’s been a pleasure as always, Orville. Miss Foster?”

Kerry gladly jumped to her feet and went behind Cadence’s chair to pull it out for her. The taller woman stood up and, after a brief smile, led the way out of the restaurant.

The two stood outside in the humid evening air for a few minutes while waiting for Cadence’s chauffeur to arrive. During this time, neither of the women spoke. However, as soon as they slid into the sleek car, Cadence let her shoulders drop as she let out a grand sigh. “That man taxes my patience to no end… if he wasn’t an endless spring of wealth, I wouldn’t bother stepping within a twelve-mile radius of him.”

“At least it went well, right?” Kerry said brightly. “I’m still not sure what exactly got decided, but from your expressions in there, it seemed like it went in your favor.”

Cadence looked over to Kerry and raised an eyebrow. “You really must invest some time into learning my work, miss- ahem, Kerry. It will make your work proceed much more smoothly.”

“Right, right,” Kerry said briskly. She had no intention of ever learning anything about this business technical jargon. She was far more interested in the fact that Cadence had once again swapped to using her first name. That had meant good things last night. Kerry liked the good things Cadence had to offer.

Cadence looked at Kerry for a moment longer, then turned to stare out of the car’s tinted window. “I must also thank you personally. My interactions with others usually involve me walking the thin line between being friendly and being unavailable, but having you along as a buffer makes my life immeasurably easier.”

“Oh… really?” Kerry said. She rubbed the back of her neck bashfully. “I didn’t really do much, though. Especially not compared to you.”

“You did more than enough,” Cadence said, then she fell silent. A pregnant pause filled the car as Kerry began staring out of her own window at the passing office buildings and palm trees. This was… weird, wasn’t it? This whole situation? Kerry couldn’t quite put her finger on why, but… she just wished that this car ride would end as soon as possible.

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Kerry felt herself relax for the first time that day as the suite’s door shut behind her. She loosened her tie and pumped her shirt, urging the cold air of the room to cool down her sweaty bod. Even though she’d spent a lot of time in air-conditioned rooms or cars, Florida was still hell for a chick wearing a suit. Dudes too, probably, but Kerry couldn’t prove that at the moment. She just knew that she was hot and sweaty and she could finally do something about it! Her headache was finally just about gone, too! Getting a decent meal into herself had done wonders.

Cadence also seemed to be relieved to be back. She collapsed onto her bed and kicked off her heels, rubbing at her ankles. She’d slipped back into the black dress after her shower that morning, but now it was getting peeled off once again. Kerry wasn’t really in the mood to ogle this time, though. She just wanted to get out of this suit and into the shower…

Kerry began to undress, pulling off her suit jacket and undoing her belt. Then, as Kerry hooked her fingers into her pants to pull them off, a loud but muffled gurgle sounded into the room. Kerry stopped, her ass half exposed. That hadn't been her, so…

The brunette glanced over to the only other person in the room. Cadence was avoiding looking at her, but the slight hint of pink in her cheeks told Kerry everything she needed to know. The taller woman cleared her throat, then stood up, wearing only her panties and her girdle. She swiftly retreated into the bathroom. Right. There was only one shower and, as boss, Cadence had first dibs. Kerry was stuck out here until whenever Cadence finished rinsing off. Great. Super cool. Loving it.

A now despondent Kerry continued to strip, but now with significantly less haste. She’d just gotten her button-up undershirt unbuttoned when she heard Cadence call out, “Kerry, grab my cuffs and come in here. I need to… unwind.”

Cuffs? But Kerry had been the one wearing the suit. Cadence’s dress didn’t have- ooooh, right. Cuffs. Unwinding. Got it. Good job catching up, brain. Still, in the bathroom and only the cuffs? Weird. Still, Kerry wasn’t going to question it.

Her earlier tiredness fading away, Kerry quickly snatched the fuzzy cuffs from Cadence’s special fun-time bag and went into the bathroom. Cadence had managed to free herself from her girdle, resulting in Kerry getting the full view of her slight pudge and full breasts. Lovely. “Got ‘em,” Kerry said while holding up the cuffs.

“Good,” Cadence said. She stepped into the sizable shower and held her hands to a handrail on the side of the shower (Kerry had never understood why some showers had those). “Now cuff me to this.”

Kerry wasn’t sure where this was going, but she did as she was told. Once her arms were locked in place, Cadence nodded. “Now take the shower hose and unscrew the head.”

Ah. Kerry knew where this was going now. She swallowed hard. She pulled the hose free of its hold and started to unscrew, then said, “So, uh, which end is this going in…?”

“The back,” Cadence said shortly. She continued, “Don’t insert it all the way. I have no clue where this hose has been nor when it was last cleaned. Instead, just press it up against me until as little water as possible escapes.”

“What? Really?” Cadence said. “Is that really going to work?”

“I wouldn’t have told you to do it if it wouldn’t work,” Cadence said dryly. She leaned over, presenting her plump rear to Kerry. “Hurry up and get started, if you would. I’m feeling irate from the pathetic excuse for a meal that restaurant provided.”

Kerry was feeling irate from the remnants of her hangover and lack of a shower, but Cadence didn’t hear her demanding to be inflated like a blimp now, did she? Well, whatever. This would help take Kerry’s mind off of all her worldly troubles for a while.

The scantly clad brunette adjusted the water to be pleasantly warm, then slid Cadence’s panties down her cheeks enough to get at what was underneath. “Shouldn’t we take your underwear all the way off?”

“Don’t bother. I enjoy the feeling of clothing restricting me, but I forgot to instruct you to pack the proper attire and I don’t wish to ruin any clothing that matters, so this will have to do.”

Fair enough. Without further ado, Kerry carefully pressed the warmed metal hose up against Cadence’s speckled starfish. The tall woman jolted at first at the sensation, then relaxed again as Kerry began to maneuver the hose as needed. She had to press the hose against Cadence’s bum pretty hard, but eventually, only a few small trickles made their way down her legs, meaning that the rest of the water was…

Yup. As Kerry watched, Cadence began to shuffle around a bit. She stayed leaned over, resting her head on her arms and the metal handrail, letting her belly hang down. While carefully keeping the hose in place, Kerry moved her head to get a good view of said belly. It was already starting to droop a bit lower, the lower belly trembling slightly as it rapidly filled with water.

“Ah, that’s right. Kerry,” Cadence began, her voice sounding markedly calmer than it had before she’d started getting pumped up like a water balloon. “I thought that I should take this time to thank you again for all your hard work.”

“Uh…” Kerry responded. She glanced between Cadence’s mellow face and her rumbling gut. “Th-Thank you, but is now really the-”

“You really do go above and beyond with everything you do, which is a pleasant change of pace from your predecessors,” Cadence kept going, ignoring Kerry’s response. “I’m aware that your enthusiasm with these activities spawn from an attraction to me - an attraction that I fully understand, mind you-”

If Cadence wasn’t so damn hot, Kerry might’ve gotten mad about how insanely stuck-up that sounded.

She continued, “-you also put your all into cleaning, make an honest effort to assist me with my work when I request it, and you make an exemplary security detail despite your lack of training or experience.”

Cadence cast her eyes over to Kerry, who was having trouble dinging words to say. The mellow woman smiled softly. “You are exactly who I’ve been seeking as an assistant, Kerry. I do hope you’ll stay by my side for a long while.”

Ah. There it was, that weird feeling again. Kerry could feel her face growing hot and her hands start to shake. This wasn’t love. Kerry had been in love once or twice. She liked Cadence (in a few different ways), but this wasn’t love. What was this? This warm and fuzzy feeling? This feeling of accomplishment? This…

Oh, right. Job satisfaction. Kerry kind of hated that she was getting so worked up over being told she was doing a good job. How fucked up had her life been that this was the first time she’d ever felt appreciated at work? OR appreciated at all, really? Seriously. Goddamn. What the fuck.

The realization sobered Kerry up right quick. Still… she was happy. She smirked and inched up the pressure on the shower. “If you can spare a thought for how well I’m doing, then I’m not doing a good job at all. This should help fix that~.”

Cadence gasped as the trickles leaking out around the hose turned into small streams. Kerry pressed harder until the streams turned back into trickles, then leaned back over to watch the results of her efforts. Sure enough, this increased flow was making Cadence’s small pudge start to fill out quickly. As the tall woman breathed heavily, her belly wobbled in place. It was so wonderful to watch - it really was~.

A soft moaning accompanied the trembling of Cadence’s arms. She tried to move her hands down, but the cuffs kept her hands far from her swelling belly. Seeing this, Kerry was all too happy to help her mistress since she herself could not. She brought her free hand to Cadence’s bare belly, running her fingers down the side of it. It was still soft, but as Kerry pressed her fingers in, she could feel the hard surface of her overfull intestines underneath.

Kerry’s touch earned her another small gasp and then some more intense moans from Cadence. Lovely stuff~. She leaned down and whispered, “What, feeling tight already? It still feels like you’ve got plenty of room to me. What do you say, hm? Want me to keep going?”

“Y-Yes!” Cadence breathed out sharply. She groaned and arched her back, making her gut wobble even more. “D-Don’t stop, even when I beg!”

“Hey - who are you to tell me what to do right now?” Kerry teased. She inched up the pressure again, making Cadence grit her teeth and pant as her gut rumbled with flowing water. “You don’t need to tell me anything other than when you’re about to pop and how good you feel. Got it?”

Cadence groaned and her legs began to shiver, but her face was nothing but a mask of bliss as she responded, “P-Please, yes!”

“Good girl,” Kerry crooned as she ran a finger down Cadence’s spine. She giggled as the tall blonde nearly collapsed from that singular touch. She was curious as to what about being filled up like this seemed to make Cadence so incredibly sensitive, but she wasn’t going to question it. All that mattered was that it happened and that Kerry could do all of this because it did~.

While being careful to keep the hose in place, Kerry saw to it that Cadence got all the attention she needed. She fondled her growing belly and gave it a few good shakes, grinning evilly as Cadence cried out at the sudden agitation. She slid her hands up the slope of her belly and teased the peaks of her dangling breasts, gleefully enjoying the contrast between her ever-filling belly and her soft, malleable chest. She would slide her hand back down the apex of her belly and dig into Cadence’s navel, living how it got shallower and shallower every time she returned to it. Then she would move on, searching for new ways to make Cadence moan and tremble.

Finally, though, Cadence’s legs had had enough. She slid down onto her knees, panting and gasping as her swollen gut came to rest on her plush thighs. She took a shuddering breath, then another. Kerry grinned.

“You know, you’re looking pretty round…” Kerry started as she knelt down. The hose was still running and had begun rinsing Cadence’s body as she’d collapsed, making her soft body slick and inviting. Kerry knelt down and ran a hand along Cadence’s flank, feeling how thing her pudge had been spread out. The inflated woman whimpered softly, her arms hanging loose above her head from the cuffs. Kerry moved her hand up Cadence’s body, eventually wrapping her arm around Cadence just under her chest.

“But… you still feel like you have some room left, don’t you?”

Cadence’s eyes widened, but she didn’t say no. Her arms tensed up as Kerry pushed the hose past Cadence’s cheeks so that water resumed entering her. Cadence cried out as her belly began to push out again right beneath Kerry’s arm.

Kerry nuzzled Cadence’s neck as the heavy woman let out soft cry after cry. She nibbled on Cadence’s ear and then whispered, “How does it feel? Do you feel like exploding yet? It hurts, right? This is your fault, you know. You wanted this. YOU did this to yourself, not me. I’m just happy to help you pop yourself~.”

Cadence whimpered again as she pulled on her cuffs. She squeezed her eyes shut tight and her entire body tensed up against Kerry’s. Knowing what was coming next, Kerry quickly moved her arm from around Cadence to clamp a hand over her mouth. She was just in time as a sharp, muffled scream of ecstasy filled the shower. Cadence leaned back into Cadence, her entire body as stiff as the skin of her belly for a few moments, before going totally limp.

Well… that went well. Kerry pulled the hose out from between Cadence’s cheeks and let the hose go. She reached up and undid the lock on the fuzzy cuffs, letting Cadence’s arms drop down to her sides. The glutted woman leaned back onto Kerry, her body hot and her chest heaving. Her eyes fluttered and she looked straight up at Kerry, her head resting on Kerry’s meager chest.

“Five… F-Five minutes… and then… you can help yourself to me… I want you to…”

Kerry’s heart skipped a beat. Yup. This was her life now. A fully-fledged professional boss fucker. She had never felt more fulfilled~.

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Frick, I'm tired. This is what I get for having ideas last minute, heh. It doesn't help that this ended up being a long fic too. Whoopsies.

It seems to be a trend that these 'maid' fics end up being way raunchier than my other fics. I guess that's just a result of the characters, maybe? Who knows. Either way, hopefully y'all enjoyed the stark contrast between the fluffiness of the last fic and then this, heh.

I'll get that Edelgard + Byleth short out sometime in the next couple days, and then the next fic out on maybe... the 25th? We'll see.