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Heavy Payback
🕑 Added 2021-12-11 06:40:20 +0000 UTCWith a magnificent flourish of her rag, Kerry stood up and wiped her brow with the back of her sleeve. She was done for the day! And in record time, too!
Cadence’s opulent bedroom was sparkling, just as it had been by the time Kerry had cleaned it every day for the past week. Cadence was a naturally clean person it seemed, so the job was actually quite easy. Cleaning the bedroom from top to bottom had only taken forty minutes at most, and the rest of the rooms in her list took even less.
She gathered all of her cleaning supplies, put them onto her cart, and started rolling them down the hall (making sure to shut Cadence’s door behind her). She hummed happily to herself as she did. After putting this away, she would spend the rest of the day working with Cadence herself.
Helping Cadence organize files and organizing her planner for the next week weren’t exactly glamorous tasks, but doing them meant getting to secretly ogle her hot boss from close-up. Sure, Kerry was absolutely not going to start anything with someone with so much power over her (she’d learned her lesson about that nonsense), but she could still window shop the goods, right?
Kerry succinctly put her supplies away and made her way to Cadence’s office, where the tall blonde spent most of her time while in the manor. She seemed to be a workaholic, rarely spending any time in her sizable library or outside. She had stepped out to see potential clients a few times, but other than that, she rarely left. Cadence didn’t even seem to take that many meals, which seemed odd considering her rather… interesting tastes.
The maid expected Cadence to be hard at work as usual when she entered the office, but to her surprise, her boss was pacing around behind her desk. The moment the door opened, her head whipped around and she locked eyes with Kerry. “Finally,” she exhaled, quickly stepping around the desk. “Why did it take you so long to get here?”
“S-Sorry?” Kerry stammered, confused. “I finished cleaning faster than usual today then came straight over, miss. Is there a problem?”
Cadence came to a stop right in front of Kerry. She glanced over at the clock that hung on her wall. “...Hm. I suppose you are early. My mistake.”
Kerry breathed a sigh of relief. Her last boss would have run her through the wringer for daring to talk back to him. At least Cadence seemed like a somewhat reasonable human being. “So there isn’t a problem then, miss Cadence?”
“Oh no, there is,” Cadence responded curtly.
“Oh.”
Cadence pinched her brow and groaned. She took a step aside and leaned on the edge of one of the lounge chairs she had in her office for guests. Kerry gulped. God, that pencil skirt really hugged her- NOT NOW, KERRY, YOU MIGHT BE GETTING FIRED, DAMMIT! “Have I, uh, done something wrong?”
Cadence gestured at the room around her. “DO you notice anything different, Kerry?”
Kerry looked around. Same fancy desk, same fancy lounge chairs, same fancy bookshelves with their books. Nope, everything looked the same. “Sorry, but… no? Everything looks the same, miss.”
“Are sure something doesn’t smell off?”
Smell? What was she- oh. The room smelled normal. That was actually wrong, wasn’t it? “I’m sorry, I hadn’t noticed. Is that my fault?”
Cadence stared at her for a second, then shook her head. “No, it’s not. It’s William’s fault. It seems that he neglected to inform you about refilling my incense oils and I’ve been too busy to notice until today.”
The tall blonde started to bite her thumbnail while her heel danced on the carpet. Now that Kerry looked closer, she looked a bit… distracted? Anxious? Distraught? “Should I go find William and get the oils, then?”
“No need,” Cadence responded, waving Kerry off. “I already had my sister’s maid go since I saw her earlier. Unfortunately, it seems that we’re out. William put in a rush order, but from now on, that responsibility will fall on you.”
“R-Right,” Kerry nodded. “So is everything fine then?”
Cadence scowled at Kerry. “I keep telling you that it’s not, you dense girl! Can’t you listen at all!?”
Well, that seemed unfair. Still, Kerry swallowed her irritation and just forced a smile on her face. “Sorry, miss Cadence. Can you inform this dense girl why this is still a problem?”
“It’s a problem because I need those oils. I can’t focus on my work at all otherwise.”
Kerry frowned. Really? She had always found the thick scent of those oils in the air to be more distracting than anything. And a bit nauseating at times, too. “Excuse me for asking, but how do-”
Kerry question was interrupted by a massive *GGGgggRrrRRrooooOooooAArrr!* She stopped. Cadence’s face turned a fierce pink as she clutched her stomach. The gears turned and clicked in Kerry’s head. “... Miss Cadence, I’ve noticed that you don’t eat very often. Could those oils perhaps-”
“Yes, that’s exactly right,” Cadence cut Kerry off, grimacing. “That particular cocktail of scents works as a powerful appetite suppressant. I experimented with my interests a lot during my teen years, and it lead to me developing a… problematic appetite. And I just can’t focus at all while I’m so damn hungry!”
Riiiiight. Kerry pursed her lips. “Well, I can go to the kitchen real fast and-”
“No!” Cadence interrupted again. “I slipped last night and had a bit too much dessert. Thinking back, that was likely due to the oils running out. Now I’m three pounds over the maximum weight I set! I can’t have a proper session with peace of mind until I drop them!”
The whole ‘you’re not allowed to finish speaking thing’ was getting pretty annoying. Also, how much dessert do you have to have to gain three pounds in one night? Kerry pushed those thoughts to the back of her mind. “Ok, so… you can take the day off, maybe?”
Cadence stood up and started pacing again, her nail back in her mouth. “You… you may be right…” She stopped and glanced over at Kerry. “How quickly can you rearrange my schedule so that Sunday’s ‘session’ can be moved to today?”
Oh boy. “Twenty minutes so long as that crotchety old- uh, that important investor from CoreTek doesn’t spend too long trying to have phone sex with me again.”
“If he tries, drop him as an investor and put him on our blacklist. I’ll be getting ready. Don’t keep me waiting.”
Cadence opened up the semi-hidden door to the side of her office and disappeared through. Kerry swallowed hard as she started hastily fixing Cadence’s plans for the day. She certainly hadn’t expected to be doing this today. Hopefully she could meet Cadence’s strange expectations again. She really didn’t want to lose such a cushy job…
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Twenty minutes later on the dot, Kerry locked the kink-dungeon door behind her and made her way in. She still had a hard time believing that such an upright and no-nonsense lady of high society had a whole fetish dungeon right next to her office - or that she had her maid (Kerry) help her with her ‘leisure’. Kerry just wished that she was into what Cadence was into. Actually, maybe that would just make things more difficult for her…
Speaking of which, where was her sexy, kinky boss anyways? Kerry scanned the room until she found her lying on the strange table with a hole missing in it. She was- oh lord, what was she wearing? That definitely wasn’t a pencil skirt and top anymore. That was just a black leather bikini but with straps up and over her gorgeous hips, fishnet stockings, a small chain resing on the thinnest point of her waist, and a straight, shiny choker around her neck. That was certainly a look. Oh boy. This… this whole ‘don’t fuck your boss again’ thing might be harder than Kerry thought…
The nearly-nude woman, upon seeing Kerry stall, stood up and sighed loudly. “Could you not stand there like a moron, please? I still need to tell you what exactly you’ll be doing.”
You know what? Kerry deserved that one for being so obscenely gay, so she wasn’t even that mad. She slapped her cheeks, then stared straight at her boss’ fine, fine face- DAMMIT KERRY, FUCKING STOP! “S-Sure. What’s the plan, miss?”
Cadence gestured over to a decently-sized tank next to the table that definitely hadn’t been there last week. “I had that ordered for Sunday, but luckily it arrived early. It contains just under thirty liters of heavy cream.”
Kerry’s eyes nearly popped out of her skull. “THIRTY LITERS!? You’re going to-”
“I’m not going to take all thirty, you simple idiot!” Cadence growled.
Ok, now Cadence was getting on Kerry’s nerves again. That one was totally uncalled for - especially when Kerry hadn’t even asked her question yet.
Cadence cleared her throat and continued, “I’m going to take as much as I can, but obviously I can’t take all thirty. Obviously.”
Bitch.
“I’m going to lay on this table face-down, and you’re going to feed me the hose through the opening on the bottom. You’d normally restrain me first, but I can’t wait for you to manage to figure out how simple straps work.”
BITCH.
“So you’ll restrain me after already starting the pump I’ve attached, though normally you would be the one doing the labor of setting up. You’ll stay on standby nearby until I’m finished. Then we’ll go from there so long as you don’t royally ruin everything somehow. Got it?”
“SURE. I CAN DO THAT,” Kerry forced out through gritted teeth. Calm down, girl, everything’s fine. You worked in customer service before this. You can handle a bitchy woman or two just fine. Even if they are indescribably hot and arrogant and kinda freaky.
If Cadence noticed Kerry’s barely concealed anger, she didn’t point it out. She just sat down on the table and sighed. “I had really wished to do this once I had managed to return to my maximum weight, but I just can’t wait.” She pinched the smallest layer of chub on her side. Seriously, it barely even filled up the space between two fingers. “I can’t afford to make this a habit, though…”
A vein throbbed in Kerry’s forehead as she got the hose. She knew for a fact that she could grab a decent handful of meat on her side right now, yet this chic bougie lady was bemoaning her ultra-trim body? Cool. That was fine. No skin off of Kerry’s back. Bitch. “Well. Then. If. You’ll. Lay. Down. PLEASE.”
Sensing no resentment, Cadence did as Kerry asked. Fuck, that tight, perky, nearly-bare ass looked so damn slappable- NOPE. Not thinking that right now. She’s a cunt, anyways. No ass slapping for cunts. Kerry knelt and found a hole in the bottom of the head of the table. It was just like a chiropractor’s table, where Cadence’s whole face was free to let her breathe. It also let Kerry put the hose right into her mouth all the way up to a strap that had been secured on it, just like with the water hose last week.
Thankful that her grouchy boss finally had her mouth too full to bitch Kerry out, the maid went around to the tank. There were two distinct hoses, one going from the tank to a sturdy-looking pump on the floor and the other hose going from the pump to Cadence’s fat mouth. The pump looked simple enough. Just a dial to control the power and an on/off button. Easy. Though apparently in bitch’s mind, Kerry was too much of a dumbass for this.
Kerry shook her head and took a deep breath. In, out. Hoooooo. Just ‘cause you look like you’re always pissed doesn’t mean you need to always be pissed, Kerry. Caaaaalm.
After cooling down for a second, Kerry knelt down and flipped the pump on. It whirred to life, though it seemed oddly quiet for its size. Or maybe it was quiet because of its size? Also, did it really matter? Kerry twisted the dial a bit, putting it at about a quarter strength. This thing looked semi-industrial, so low strength was probably a better option.
The hoses weren’t clear, but Kerry could still tell where the cream was in them by how the hoses sagged under the weight of the heavy liquid. Kerry gulped. Just from how heavy it seemed, this must be the kind of stuff they use for thick icing and frosting and all that super sugary junk. She couldn’t imagine how much Cadence planned to cram into herself, but it was definitely going to ruin that perfect figure of hers.
Heh.
Kerry stood up and went around the table to each of Cadence’s limbs, restraining her hands and feet with leather straps that had been attached to the table. These were also exceedingly simple to use, begging the question of how stupid Cadence apparently thought she was. What, just because she didn’t restock some oils that she didn’t know existed? Christ. Now she was getting heated again.
With Cadence’s limbs tied down and the pump on, Kerry took a step back to try and calm down again. She squatted down and just stared at the sight before her. Her tall, slim, sexy, near-naked asshole of a boss, strapped down to a table with a tube shoved down her throat that would be pumping quart after quart of super-fattening heavy cream straight into her gut. And all this was of her own will.
It was of her own will and she had barely given Kerry any instructions. Like, say, when to stop or how high (or low) to keep the pump on.
Heh. Heheheh. Oh yeah. Kerry could work with this. And she almost certainly wouldn’t be fired for it. Probably.
As visions of malice danced through her head, Kerry watched as the bit of hose directly beneath Cadence’s mouth finally began to sag. The bound woman sighed dramatically as she finally tasted the heavy cream. Her throat bulged under her choker as she swallowed her first load of sugary liquid. The first of many. Heh.
But Kerry didn’t act right away. Oh no, she didn’t need to. She had all the time in the world to make this perfect. So she sat on her haunches and watched as Cadence glutted herself like the greedy little shit she was.
The progress was slow going. The cream was pumping so slowly that there were at least five seconds between each of Cadence’s swallows. But, slowly but surely, progress was being made. Kerry’s position didn’t quite let her see Cadence’s trim belly through the hole in the bottom of the table, but it did let her clearly see the small bulge that was beginning to poke through. A bulge that kept pushing out as Cadence continued gulping down the thick liquid, pushing more and more on that delicate belly chain of hers.
Maybe five minutes had passed before Cadence first started making noise. It was soft at first, just the occasional grunt or the shifting of skin on leather. But as her belly swelled ever further into Kerry’s line of sight, Cadence grew ever more restless. She began to moan, quietly at first, and to lightly tug at her restraints.
Kerry grinned. Now seemed like a good time to begin~.
She stood up (her legs tingling a bit from squatting for that short while) and made her way back to the pump. Hmm… maybe a bit over half power would be a pleasant increase for her oh-so appreciative boss?
The volume of the pump ramped up a bit and the hose trembled for a moment. Then a little *mmmm!* of surprise from Cadence let Kerry know that the change had reached her. She wandered back around to the other side of the table and squatted down again, this time close enough to see Cadence’s face and get a better view of her bloated gut.
The blonde didn’t even look at Kerry. Her eyes were slightly crossed, her face flushed pink. Her throat was working much faster than before, showing the increase in incoming cream. And that increase was noticeable on her waistline as well. Her stomach was already slowly inching out at a faster pace than before. It still wasn’t nearly as fast as the water hoses had been, but it was still more rapid than anyone’s belly should reasonably expand.
Kerry smirked. “I take it you like that, huh?”
Cadence gave a slight nod. She wasn’t too far gone to what Kerry, apparently. Good. The burnette continued, “Oh, good! I wasn’t sure if a simple idiot like me had managed to operate the singular dial on the pump correctly. It was sooooo hard to work out, after all.”
Cadence’s eyes regained some of their clarity at Kerry’s comment. She looked over at Kerry, who was still smiling away. “Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin the mood or anything! I was just talking aloud. This tiny brain of mind just can’t seem to keep all these thoughts inside, after all!”
The bloated beauty was starting to look a bit concerned. Then, suddenly, the tight chain around her rounded gut snapped, making her tense belly wobble from the sudden release. That was apparently heaven to the freaky woman as it made her go cross-eyed again. Kerry’s grin widened. “Don’t you worry, miss Cadence. I’m gonna make sure the mood is perfect.”
For herself, anyways.
She stood up and returned to the pump once more. That was probably enough playing around. Time to start this thing for real~. She turned the dial all the way up.
The results were immediate. The pump was audibly humming now and the hose was slightly vibrating at all times. And the squeak that came from Cadence was the icing on the cake! Kerry wandered back over to the head of the table and fully sat down, one leg splayed out and her arm resting on the knee of her other. This was going to be a fun show~.
Cadence’s eyes were rolled back in her head as her throat swallowed constantly, her body struggling to keep up with the rapid flow of thick cream being forced into it. She was moaning without restraint now, her body's pain becoming immense pleasure for her. And that gut! Wow. It was swelling at a near-visible rate now, pushing ever farther into the belly hole in the table. Even as Kerry watched, it widened just a bit further and took up all of the horizontal space the hole had to offer. Her precious belly was now jammed quite firmly into a hole that was becoming increasingly too small for it. What a damn shame~.
Kerry watched with immense satisfaction as Cadence’s body twitched and jerked on top of her table. Her limbs pulled at the leather straps, but to little avail. Kerry had managed to figure them out despite Cadence’s reservations, after all. The tall woman let out an extra loud groan as her stomach let out an equally loud growl. Her belly was making quite a racket trying to digest everything being pumped into it. All that heavy cream wasn’t agreeing with her belly, apparently. Who’da thunk it?
The maid suddenly remembered something. She stood up and quickly rummaged around in the closest cabinet for… yes! She returned to Cadence’s side and flopped down again, this time with a sizable container of lotion in her hand. Hey, Kerry was pissed as hell at Cadence, but she might as well do her best to at least try to keep her job while getting some revenge. And giving her boss stretch marks was probably not a sign of a good employee.
The lotion was cool to the touch, but Kerry was sure that it felt even cooler to Cadence. The woman’s stomach was a furnace powered by probably over two gallons of thick cream. It already felt perfectly smooth, but as Kerry rubbed in the greasy lotion, it became a perfectly slick orb that churned and rumbled underneath her fingers.
Cadence herself groaned and trembled with every firm press of Kerry’s fingers. The maid giggled. She ran a firm finger all the way up and over the apex of Cadence’s stomach, from one edge of the hole to the other. The poor woman audibly struggled on the table, her face a bright red.
Actually, Cadence’s face wasn’t the only thing that was red. Her belly was starting to turn a bit red around the edges of the hole. In fact, it seemed like it was beginning to do a sort of muffin-top situation, with her gut swelling past the rims of the hole. Uh-oh.
Kerry scooted over to the pump and hastily shut it off. The hum of the motor winded down and Kerry breathed a sigh of relief. Her boss’ stomach wasn’t going to split from the pressure of the table! Crisis averted!
She went back to Cadence’s head and reached for the strap holding the hose in place, but hesitated. She glanced down at Cadence’s pulsating gut. It was just as big as it had been with the water last week, but that had been from filling both ends. And with water, not super-fatty cream. Heavy cream. Heavy cream that was pulling directly downwards on Cadence’s whole gut, which was roughly the size of a ready-to-burst basketball.
Still, it wasn’t like Kerry could just leave her boss like this, so…
She undid the straps and slowly extracted the hose from Cadence’s mouth. A splatter of heavy cream poured out of both her mouth and the hose. Kerry quickly held the hose upright, then leaned down to wearily look at Cadence’s face.
Oh good, she had fallen into a stupor, just like last time. So maybe she wouldn’t even realize how overpacked she was until some of it had digested. Hopefully.
Kerry breathed a sigh of relief and moved to put the hose in such a way that it wouldn’t create a deluge of white cream across the floor. She looked at her boss, who was lying still on the table. Her eyes lingered on one particular spot. Or two, rather.
…Ah, what the hell?
*SMACK!*
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“William, I want you to know that I appreciate everything you’ve done for me here and I want you to have my room after I’m gone.”
The dandy butler raised an eyebrow at Kerry. “My lady simply wishes to speak with you, Ms. Foster. And what exactly would I do with your room?”
“Whatever you want, William. Whatever you want.”
The two stopped outside of Cadence’s office. Kerry really, REALLY didn’t want to go in there. She’d really lost her temper yesterday and had ended up almost popping her boss’ stomach. Jesus, how would she explain THAT one in her next job interview?
“Any day now, Ms. Foster.”
“Alright, alright!” Kerry cried. She took a deep breath, then pushed inside.
The first thing she noticed was that the office once again was awash in the overwhelming scent of peppermint, lemon, and vanilla. The second was that Cadence was once again seated at her desk and wasn’t a giant bundle of tension. Also, did her cheeks look a little… puffier?
The door shut behind Kerry as she shuffled inside. She stood awkwardly in front of Cadence’s desk, wringing her hands together. “Uhh… so about yesterday… I, uh…”
Cadence set her pen and papers down very deliberately, making Kerry flinch. She put her hands together and looked up at the nervous maid. “First off,” she began, “I’d like to offer you an apology.”
Kerry blinked. She stared down at Cadence. “...S-Sorry, you… what?”
Cadence sighed, looking away. “An apology. I tend to get very agitated when I’m hungry and I ended up taking my frustration out on you. The fault for my hunger is also entirely on myself and William for not properly instructing you about your responsibilities. Therefore, the way that I spoke to you yesterday was entirely inappropriate and undeserved, so I apologize.”
“O-Oh. Right,” Kerry stammered. “Apology accepted. No harm done, after all. Hah.”
“Secondly,” Cadence continued, standing up. Kerry almost choked on her own tongue. Cadence’s clothes, which had all fit so well previously, were now rather snug on her. Her breasts strained against the buttons of her top and her skirt rode up several inches higher than it should have. And she even had a new small bump at her belly, which made her buttons pull a little tight across her body.
Cadence looked down at herself and grimaced. “It seems that yesterday’s activities had a bigger impact on my body than usual. I’ll be going on a very strict weight-loss regimen until my figure has returned to normal. Inform the chefs and my personal trainer of this.”
“G-Got it,” Kerry managed to get out. Her eyes couldn’t stay on Cadence’s face. They kept wandering down to her straining bust and thicc waist. God DAMNIT, why did her boss have to be so damn hot!?
“Third,” Cadence continued again, sitting back down. She looked up at Kerry, a dark light glittering in her eyes. “I appreciate your… talent and engagement when it comes to my leisure activities, Kerry. Keep doing what you did yesterday and I can see good things in your future. But keep it to times of leisure. I need to be in charge during regular working hours.”
“...Wh… What?”
“And finally,” Cadence pushed on, ignoring Kerry’s confusion. She turned her eyes back to her work as she said, “Please refrain from leaving any lasting marks. But if it’s unavoidable, I at least appreciate that you do it somewhere out of sight, just as you did yesterday.” She glanced up again, a malicious smile dancing on her lips. “It still faintly stung when I woke up this morning, by the way.”
Oh boy. Oh BOY.
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These two are quickly become my favorite ocs of yours , glad you have finally set up a pareon I have been wanting to give you money for a while now. You are a fantastic writer!
