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An Eventful Business Trip (pt. 1)
🕑 Added 2022-03-27 04:55:41 +0000 UTCKerry wanted to impale the person who thought Florida was a good idea on a pitchfork and use them as a flag of surrender in her war against Florida's metric ton of bullshit. All that stuff she’d seen online about crazy people, gators in the streets, murder weather, and old people? All true. Every single freaking one. FUCK Florida.
The spunky brunette sighed as she rolled over on her hotel bed. At least the hotel was AMAZING. One of the perks of rooming with someone making a beeline for the 1%, she supposed. The sheets were soft as clouds and smelled like flowers instead of dust and weed, the shower had five different settings and better shampoo than Kerry bought for herself, and a fully-stocked minibar that Cadence had given her permission to raid whenever it wouldn’t affect her work.
Right. Her work. Kerry groaned as she rolled over on her bed, burying her face in the heavenly sheets. Florida was hell, but tonight was going to be double-hell. Cadence had briefed her on it on the flight over (first class was also flipping fantastic, by the way). Basically, a bunch of old fogies interested in Cadence were pretending to be interested in her business and had invited her to a charity banquet they were holding. And they’d invited all their old fogey friends too. And their old Karen wives. And their bratty country club-raised kids. And Kerry was going to be at the center of it all. All. Night. Long.
Technically, Kerry didn’t actually have much to do. Her job as ‘personal assistant’ basically amounted to ‘stand next to the boss and stop douchebags from grabbing her ass’. It turns out that part of why she was an immediate hire was because of her resting bitch face and her knack for ending up the least injured bitch when her face isn’t enough of a deterrent. Suck it, Stacy from eighth grade. Kerry’s face was worth something after all.
Oh yeah, speaking of her job, she needed to get ready. Cadence went through the effort of getting a suit made for her so that she’d look professional, after all. It\d suck if she ran out of time to change into it properly and it got all messy. Kerry stood up and pulled off her top, then started to slide out of her jeans. As she did, the bathroom opened and Cadence, wrapped in nothing but a towel after finishing up her make-up, stepped out and got a face full of Kerry’s full moon.
The maid’s face lit up and she hastily stood up, nervously kicking trying to kick her jeans off of her leg as she stammered, “S-Sorry about that, miss Cadence!”
The tall woman blinked. “Sorry for what?”
Kerry froze for a moment, then glanced down at herself before looking back up at Cadence. Right. Why would Cadence be at all flushed about seeing this when she has… all of that. Kerry’s body was alright, but compared to Cadence’s cantaloupes and firm peach, well…
“Uh, nothing. Never mind.”
Cadence stared at Kerry for a moment, then let out a curt breath and walked past her maid. “I don’t know what has you worked up, but you should hurry up. We have little time before we’re to be expected, yet you’re only just now getting undressed. Honestly…”
A flicker of irritation ran through Kerry’s mind. “Sorry about that, but it’s not like I have much to do. There’s plenty of time to get ready.”
“Oh? Is that so?” Cadence mused while rifling through her luggage. She pulled out a black dress that seemed a full size too small, regarded it, then tossed it aside. She glanced at Kerry. “You should still hurry, though. Looking your best always takes longer than you think it will.”
Look at this bitch, talking down again. If Kerry wasn’t absolutely smitten with this dense dumbass, she’d let her have it. “Who said anything about looking my best? I’m basically your bodyguard for the night. I need to look tough, not pretty.
“You can look presentable and still appear tough, you know.”
“Really? Cool. I’ll let the men of the world know that, then.”
Cadence stopped looking through her dresses and turned to Kerry a scowl on her face. “Ms. Foster, what is with this attitude? You’ve been speaking to me rather rudely since last week. You realize that, even if you are my personal assistant, I am still your employer, right?”
Shit. Kerry had gotten too complacent since Cadence hadn’t reprimanded her after how rough she’d been in her bedroom that night. She gulped and stiffened up, feeling far more naked all of a sudden. “A-Apologies, miss Cadence! I’ll make sure to speak more properly from now on!”
Cadence rolled her eyes and went back to carelessly sifting through clothing that was more expensive than the rent at Kerry’s old apartment. “You don’t need to treat me like the queen. I’m not demanding you to be someone that you’re not, and you’re anything but refined.”
Rude. Fair, but still rude.
“Actually, I would enjoy it if you continued to speak to me casually, as you have been,” Cadence continued, “Respectfully, but casually.”
Casual respect? Like how she thought of that one dude in her hometown who thought he was the Green Lantern yet had still, somehow, reduced crime more than the police had? That was doable. “Uh… sure. Ok.”
Cadence nodded. “Good. Now then…” She held up a purple dress with a leg slit longer than Kerry’s lifespan and a red dress with a low enough neckline to let more than just a draft through. “Which one do you think will get me more investors tonight?”
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Despite putting in extra effort in fixing up her hair than usual, Kerry was still fully dressed and ready ten minutes before Cadence was. But hot DAMN, was it worth it. That purple dress hugged every curve just right, and that leg slit - fuck. Her hair was unbraided for once, instead flowing down her back sleek and wavy. Kerry would tell Cadence how smoldering she looked if she wasn’t terrified of accidentally calling her boss mommy.
Meanwhile, Kerry… actually didn’t look half-bad. She’d never worn a suit before, but with her figure, it actually worked pretty well. And she’d gone with a really butch hairstyle, which definitely wouldn’t fit in among the rich snobs, but hey - her job was to scare fuckwads off, not fit in with them.
The two made their way towards the reception hall, Kerry’s leather shoes tapping the floor twice for every one clack of Cadence’s heels. Yes, heels. The woman was already over a head taller than Kerry, and now she had on freaking HEELS. It was like she was begging for Kerry to tell her to step on-
Ok, yeah, stop that. Kerry was having WAY more horny thoughts than usual tonight. Like, it was no wonder, just look at Ca- NOPE. NO. NO excuses. No horny. Just work. No ass-watching, even though that dress made it look damn- GOD FUCKING DAMNIT, KERRY, STOP!
The two walked into the reception hall and were immediately assaulted from multiple directions. The strong scents of food, alcohol, and excessive amounts of perfume and cologne stopped up Kerry’s nose and both calm music and chattering filled her ears. Oh, and of course, much of that chattering began to be directed towards Cadence as soon as they stepped foot inside the throngs of people around them.
A tall, salt-and-pepper-haired man and his equally old wife bid Cadence a brief hello, with both of them notably letting their eyes drift to the prominent peak on Cadence’s chest. Delinquent old fucks. Then a young, dumb blonde walked up and started talking filthily to Cadence. She waved him off, to which he cussed at her and left to do the same to some poor woman two inches away from Cadence.
The two walked a bit further into the party before another interruption happened. “Oh, Cadence! You made it!”
The two turned around to see a vibrant-looking redhead making his way towards them. He picked up a glass of wine from a passing hostess (yes, it was THAT type of party), then offered it to Cadence when he reached her. “I’ve been keeping an eye out for you, but hadn’t yet seen you. I was growing worried.”
Cadence accepted the wine and gave the man a brief smile, much to Kerry’s surprise. “My apologies, Orville. I spent too long selecting a dress for tonight.”
Orville grinned. “Well, I certainly think you made the right choice. You look ravishing, Cadence.”
The tall blonde laughed once, folding an arm under her chest. “Thank you for the compliment. You look quite inviting yourself.”
Orville returned the laugh. “Don’t I?” Then his eyes shifted over to Kerry. “And who’s this, might I ask?”
Cadence took a sip from her glass, then smiled. “Would it upset you to learn that she’s my date?”
Kerry noticed a short flash of irritation slicker across Orville’s face before his friendly smile returned. “No, of course not! Though I would start to question what exactly your tastes are, since… well…”
Great. Cool. This was fun. Super fun. Still, she wouldn’t need to deal with this dickhead after tonight, so… just suck it up, Kerry. She smiled and laughed, putting a hand on her hip. “Sorry about that, Mr. Orville. Miss Cadence likes to joke around. I’m Kerry Foster, her personal assistant.”
“Oh, is that right?” Orville responded all too quickly, reaching out a hand. “I suppose we’ll be seeing more of each other in the future then, won’t we, Ms. Foster?”
“I suppose we will,” Kerry replied, taking his hand. He was grabbing her hand rather tight. Insecure fuck. She tightened her grip, her forced smile twitching. “A pleasure to meet you.”
“Likewise,” He responded curtly, obviously unsettled by her strong grip. He flexed his hand after letting go, then fixed his tie. “Well then, a client of mine just arrived, so I need to go greet them. If you’ll excuse me…” With that, he stalked off.
A moment passed as the two women watched Orville leave. Then two. Finally, Cadence said aloud, “I’m surprised, Ms. Foster. He’s usually much more dogged in his pursuit.”
“What can I say? I’m a real hit with the men,” Kerry said dryly. She grimaced. “Who’s next, then?”
Cadence took a long drag of her wine, then replied, “Constance and Mikael of United Banking are by the confections table. They’re one of my company’s biggest investors, so I need to greet them sooner rather than later.”
Kerry raised an eyebrow. “And?”
“Constance is a notorious groper. Mikael doesn’t touch without asking but will speak on Constance's behalf if Constance is called out.”
“Great. I’ll look extra pissy then so Cunt-stance doesn’t try in the first place.”
Cadence chuckled softly before beginning to walk towards the two men. Weird. Cadence didn’t laugh. Or smile, really. In the month and a half that Kerry had been working for her, she could probably count her smiles on one finger. So why, then…?
A pattern started to emerge as the night progressed. Men (and sometimes women) would approach Cadence, they’d ogle and flirt with her, then they’d insult or joke about Kerry. Kerry would look as intimidating as possible, then they’d get uncomfortable and leave. Honestly, considering the height difference between her and most of these people, she was surprised by how put-off most of them seemed to be getting. It was probably the hair. She fucking loved this hairstyle. Nothing says ‘I will end you’ like a butch girl in a suit with a strong grip.
Occasionally, there were a few decent people, though. A young black-haired woman made earnest conversation about some business in Reno without so much as glancing at Cadence’s prolific leg slit or Kerry’s prolific bitch face. And a small group of men from Silicon Valley were actually pretty friendly, with one of them even politely flirting with Kerry a bit (aside from one douche with a man bun, but… c’mon. Man bun. It wasn’t a surprise).
There were a few other pleasant encounters as well, but honestly, the dicks heavily outweighed everyone else. It was taking all Kerry had to hold herself together. When some old fuck from some news outlet just stared at Cadence’s tits the entire time they talked, Kerry had to physically dig her nails into her arm to stop her from slapping a bitch. Like, what the fuck? High society? Was it called that because everyone was too high on their own fumes to give a shit about common decency? What the shit. How did Cadence deal with this all the time - especially when SHE was the one being itemized by these pricks?
However, as the night yet wore on, Kerry started to get her answer. Booze. Booze and food. That first wine glass was soon joined by a second and third. She grabbed a few desserts at the confection table (which Kerry passed on since it’s hard to look pissed when eating an eclair), then helped herself to a modest selection of appetizers shortly after. Cadence ate slowly and drank even slower, but across the maybe two hours that the two of them were at the banquet, Kerry lost track of exactly how much the tall woman put away. Not that it showed at all. With how tightly she had shoved herself into a girdle before this, Kerry was more surprised that Cadence was still able to eat at all, so of course it didn’t show.
Finally- FINALLY- Cadence started to direct them towards the exit. The banquet had died down a lot, so not nearly as many dicks and dickettes stopped Cadence on the way. This was very good since Cadence now had a vague but permanent blush on her face and seemed to be having a hard time keeping her breath. Kerry grimaced. Between the alcohol and how f’ing turned on she must be from all that pain she’d probably feeling from overeating in a girdle, the short brunette wasn’t sure how Cadence was still able to walk straight, let alone form coherent sentences.
The banquet from hell was finally over. The walk back to the room was dead silent apart from the discussions of people walking past. Kerry did note that the walk was taking much longer this time, with Cadence’s steps mostly matching hers. The smaller woman glanced down. Well, duh. She was in heels. She’d been in heels that whole party. Heels, plus stuffed gut, plus girdle, plus assholes in suits and dresses, plus enough wine to drown a rat… damn, Cadence was tough. Could Kerry do something like that? She shook her head. The answer was obvious.
FUCK. NO.
Kerry cleared her throat, then held out her arm. “Hey, uh… you know, if you need to- uh, I mean, want to…”
Cadence looked over at Kerry, then down at her arm. She stifled a laugh, making Kerry start to go red. But the brunette felt her irritation drain instantly as Cadence actually took her arm. “I’m not sure how much this will help, considering our heights… but thank you, Ms. Foster.”
“Uh… right, yeah, our heights. Duh.” Kerry’s heart was hammering in her chest. Fuuuuuuck. What had she been thinking!? The woman was enormous! And she! She! Was! SMOLL! A SMALL WOMAN! TINY! If anything, Cadence would need to-
Kerry’s fluttering heart skipped several beats entirely as Cadence put an arm around Kerry’s shoulders, leaning heavily on the shorty. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief as she did, refilling Kerry’s nose with the smell of wine. “My feet are killing me and it’s so hard to breathe. Truthfully, I wasn’t sure about if I was going to make it all the way back without support.”
“M-Mhm.” She was so SOFT! Sure, she was heavy too, but Kerry didn’t have a problem with that. She’d been active her entire life and maid work was still hard work, so her arms and core were still toned. More importantly, she was SO FREAKING SOFT! And over the reek of wine, Kerry could still smell the soft scent of her perfume. Vanilla! Soft and sweet, good to eat- NO! BRAIN! FUCK! OFF! NO! FUCKING! YOUR! DRUNK! BOSS! JUST! LUST! BITCH!
With Cadence now being supported, their pace sped up. Soon enough, the door to the room was in sight. Kerry nervously unlocked the room, making sure to shut it all the way after they went in.
Cadence heaved herself off of Kerry’s shoulder and stumbled over to the nearest bed (Kerry’s) before collapsing onto her back. A long moan of contentment escaped her lips as she kicked off her heels. She seemed to visibly deflate now that she was out of the public’s eye and her hair somehow instantly became a frizzy mess.
Kerry almost laughed out loud. The prim and proper Cadence? Doing this? Sure, Cadence was less than upright when in her ‘leisure’ times, but never outside of it! Kerry walked over and leaned against the wall, smirking. She was definitely gonna make sure to remember this~.
“Miss… No, Kerry… could you please… help me out of… the girdle…?”
Oh. Ok, oh. Wow. Curveball. First-name basis, huh? Ok. Sure. That didn’t make Kerry feel warm and fuzzy and invested at all. Totally not. She shook her head and walked over to her destroyed boss. She probably wouldn’t remember any of this tomorrow. After all, despite how well she’d held it together out there, Kerry was pretty sure the woman had had at least six full glasses of wine. Even for someone so tall… that was a lot.
“Here, sit up. I need to get this dress off first.”
Cadence did as she was asked, though with a notable amount of effort and grunting. Getting the dress off was annoying, to say the least. Kerry wasn’t sure exactly how the blonde woman had fit into the damn thing in the first place if getting it off was this hard. Still, eventually, it was tossed aside with all the other dresses Cadence had discarded earlier.
Then… the girdle. Kerry gulped. How the hell had Cadence crammed herself into this? It looked so tight! And she’d gone the whole nine yards, pulling all the hooks and zippers and junk to their max! Did she even HAVE ribs? Or guts? Was looking conventionally smexy really that big of a deal for interacting with fuckheads?
Kerry shook her head. That didn’t matter. What mattered right now was…
One by one, Kerry undid the hooks holding Cadence’s middle back. A soft moan accompanied each one, which definitely wasn’t making it easy for Kerry’s focus. Finally, with the last hook undone, she undid the zipper.
A much louder moan of relief accompanied the rapid unzipping of the girdle - and the rapid swelling of Cadence’s middle. Jesus FUCK, just how much had Cadence packed in under this thing!? Sure, Kerry had been distracted keeping dickheads in check, but just how much snacking had she missed? Seriously, this was a full freaking food baby! Second trimester with a fat food load! What the fuck?
Right. Well. That was done. Kerry mechanically stood up and started to make her way to the bathroom. She needed a cold shower. Maybe two. Otherwise, there were going to be problems tonight. Many problems.
But before she could take two steps away from the bed, a hand grabbed her arm. Kerry slowly turned to look at Cadence. Ooooh fuck. That wasn’t a good look in her eyes. Or a good scarlet blush on her cheeks.
“I hope you packed the toys, Kerry. I need a little relief after that disaster.”
So it HAD been worse than usual, assumedly. Good. Well, not good but- actually, wait. Fuck. Right. Present moment problems. “B-But you’re already so big. And you’re drunk! Is it a good idea to do this when you’re drunk?”
“I can handle my wine just fine,” Cadence claimed, though the deep flush on her cheeks said otherwise. “And this? A stomach this size wouldn’t even be enough to get me started. You’ve seen my preferred sizes, after all.”
Kerry gulped. It was true. Cadence was always much bigger than this by the end of their ‘sessions’. But… but her shower… her icy cold shower…
Fuck.
The shorter woman shook off Cadence’s grip and quickly went over to her luggage. The cloth bag holding all of Cadence’s toys was hidden underneath the few dresses that the blonde had rejected earlier. She dumped the contents on the unoccupied bed and went over everything. The belt was too much since she’d just had the girdle on and was already stuffed, so pass. The ball gag… was a must. They couldn’t have Cadence getting too loud. The rope, and then… of course, the tube, the insert, the lotion, the lube, and… the bulb pump this time. She wasn’t sure how much would be too much in combination with food, so slower was better.
She hated how good she was getting at this.
Kerry returned to Cadence’s side, items in hand, while the stuffed woman watched eagerly. She had a dumb smile on her face and she was already running a hand along the upper part of her thigh. Kerry felt a cold sweat break out across her body. She DEFINITELY wasn’t going to make it to that shower in time. But hey- at least Cadence was basically guaranteed to pass out from all this, so she wouldn’t hear Kerry in the bathroom later.
The rope came first this time. Kerry had done some… research on the right knots since last time. It was slower going since she wasn’t as familiar with them and she was doing something slightly different this time, but before long, each of Cadence’s limbs was tied to a different corner of the bed. Man, high-end beds really were something to have such convenient hooks. Or maybe Cadence had chosen this room specifically for that feature, in which case… oof.
The gag came next. Cadence gladly accepted it, licking her lips before letting Kerry insert the bright red object. Fuuuck. Then the insert. She moaned sensually as the insert when in. FUUUUUCK. Then it was time. Kerry attached the hand bulb and, without any pleasantries or warning, began pumping, eager to get this over with before she lost her head any more than she already had. Of course, this unannounced start also made Cadence moan, which was another big FUUUUUUCK moment for Kerry’s poor libido.
What the fuck was Kerry’s job. What kind of job was this. Send help.
Kerry pumped quickly, biting her lip as she watched Cadence squirm on the bed. The bound woman moaned and groaned constantly as her stomach visibly twitched and trembled. It didn’t take long for the already rounded area to begin growing, pushing upwards towards the ceiling.
The perfectly smooth surface of Cadence’s belly was begging to be touched. So Kerry did just that. With one hand continuously pumping, she reached out with the other and began to rub the glutted woman’s inflating stomach. This urged out yet another sensual cry from the tall blonde, to which Kerry responded with a rough squeeze.
Her upper belly was solid from all the food and drink, yet still soft enough for Kerry to be able to grab at. When she pressed down into it, she could feel the continents shifting and sloshing underneath. But as she kept pumping, that pleasingly plump upper belly began to get overtaken by the firm swelling of Cadence’s intestines. Her lower belly was puffing up rapidly, pushing her black panties down her pelvis as it grew.
While Cadence had been panting from the get-go, Kerry started to pant as well as she felt herself starting to get worked up. She grinned wildly as she clutched Cadence’s visibly swelling belly. “Just look at all this! You were already stuffed like a turkey, but it wasn’t enough, was it? You just can’t help yourself. Even in public, you just eat and eat, then ask to be turned into a blimp when it STILL isn’t enough!”
Kerry giggled as she crawled up onto the bed next to Cadence, rubbing her hand harshly all around the bloated woman’s gut, feeling every inch of smooth, taut skin. “Does it feel good? Does it hurt?”
Cadence nodded fervently, her eyes shut tight. Her jaw was clenched tight around the gag as if attempting to crush the solid red ball. Her messy blonde hair, splayed out around her, was collecting the sweat that was beginning to drip down her creamy body. She was absolutely steaming with heat. Kerry giggled again and grabbed for the lotion. “You look extra hot tonight, huh? Here, let your loyal gut stuffer cool you down.”
Using the same one-handed technique from last time, Kerry squeezed a generous portion of lotion out onto Cadence’s rising belly and began rubbing it into her tense skin while still cramming her full of air with the other hand. It was so slick and smooth. It rembled and rumbled under her strong fingers, her insides physically lamenting how overfull they were.
And the faces and sound Cadence was making! Her body was arching and pulling at its bonds while constant, frantic moans and grunts of pleasure eeked out around the red plastic. Her chest was heaving, her beautiful breasts rising up and down with her shallow breaths. Kerry noticed for the first time that Cadence didn’t have a bra on. When had it come off? Where was it now? Also, did it really matter?
Apparently, it did. As Kerry ran her hand along Cadence’s upper belly, rubbing in yet more of the copious amount of lotions she’d poured on, her hand brushed against the underside of Cadence’s breast. The woman cried out, her eyes squeezing tightly shut.
Kerry’s breath froze. Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck-
Fuck it.
Still pumping, she reached up from Cadence’s belly and grabbed Cadence’s chest. The woman let out a muffled and surprised cry, but her surprise melted into moans of pure excitement as Kerry began to massage the wonderfully plush breast.
“I couldn’t help but notice how hot you still are, miss. Don’t worry, I think this will really help you cool down.” Kerry crooned, reveling in the experience. She ran a finger along the underside of one breast, noting the visible spasms that were running through Cadence’s body as she worked.
A particularly loud groan pushed out of Cadence and a loud, ominous gurgle came from her belly. Kerry looked back to it and her eyes widened. No freaking wonder. Her belly had easily doubled in size- no, more than that! It was a huge freaking sexy orb! It was slick with both sweat and lotion, the light above reflecting off it perfectly. Kerry stopped pumping and put her now free hand to it. It was firm to the touch! No give at all! Holy crap!
She gave the solid gut a few good thumps and grinned giggled as Cadence’s back arched. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit! “You must really be feeling good now, huh?” Kerry teased, continuing to massage one breast while pressing down softly on Cadence’s navel with the palm of her other hand. “How does it feel to be a human pinata, huh? So full of air and food. You feel so tight and full. And you’re so noisy, too. Are you really enjoying yourself that much?”
Cadence’s face was completely flushed and coated in sweat. Her eyes flicked open to stare at Kerry. The shorter woman grinned viciously as she pressed down with her hand harder, loving the loud moan that came from her throat, the rumblings of air inside the belly itself, and the way her eyes rolled back in their sockets.
FUCK. IT.
Kerry reached up and ripped off the ball gag, which was coated in drool. Cadence, between rapid breaths, managed to get out, “What- are you- doing-”
“I just need to keep your mouth blocked, right?” Kerry asked pointedly. Then she leaned down and blocked Cadence’s mouth with her own.
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Sorry this is a bit late. I kinda got caught up in writing this (also, Elden Ring, heh). It was... REALLY fun to write. Like... yeah. I'm starting to like these two as much as Tasha + Kat, tbh.
SO! The end-of-month fic is, of course, the Rias x Akeno fic. After much deliberation, I think a stuffing is the best option for it, even though it'll mean 3/4 exclusives so far have been stuffing. It just... fits so well.
There's also the second-place short fic of Ruby and Neo from... well, RWBY. I'm not sure when that'll be out, but I can assure you that it will be. Oh, and that interesting RWBY full fic I mentioned before will be too. Eventually.
Oh yeah, and I'm gonna stop leaving long-winded things like this at the end of fics. I'm gonna start trying to post updates on how my work is coming along on Twitter from now on, so if you want to keep getting semi-regular updates on what's going on, go follow me there.
That's about it! See y'all degens later!
Comments
Goodstrangr
Ah, I see. That is unfortunately very fair regarding DA, lol. I guess I'm just used to other creators simply posting updates on Patreon through text uploads then. Didn't realize it was the exact same as fics nor that it was really annoying. Even so, considering how you can tag your posts, I would have figured that it would just be as simple as something like tagging it as "Update" or "Non-story" if you wanted to keep them separate. Wouldn't be much different from tagging any of your stories nowadays really, unless I'm mistaken.
Jaundis
Super fair, but Patreon doesn't have an update type of post. The only way to post updates is through a text upload, which is the exact same as the fics, which is really annoying. And I don't trust DA at all, lol, so I want to avoid committing to too much there even though it's my biggest audience atm.
Goodstrangr
Well, that escalated quickly! Can't wait to see how Kerry fumbles her way through things in Part 2, and I'm sure Cadence can't wait either, lol. This is kind of a weird thing to be disappointed about, but I'll miss seeing the long author's notes at the end of fics. Especially since I don't use Twitter, lol. I kind of figured you would just start posting Patreon updates on Patreon itself as their own posts. Like, make 2-3 posts a month in order to relay updates on how stories are coming along. Or, if you're trying to reach a wider audience than just patrons, then my next guess would have been utilizing whatever posting capabilities DeviantArt has. You know, before they screw that up with their next update too, lol.
