They Preferred the After-Party After All

Cris had never been so nervous before going to a party before. Hell, she’d never been nervous about a party ever, so her fluttering heart was a real new feeling right now.

She swallowed hard and glanced at her lover in the car seat next to her. “Are you really sure about this, Jamie? Isn’t this a bit… out there, even for us?”

Jamie rolled her eyes. “Out there? Please. As if we’re going to be the first people to ever do something kinky in public.”

“That’s not really what I mean, J-bear. Like, we’re gonna be bleeding the party dry doing this, right? It’ll be a total buzzkill.”

“...Just how much do you think I can eat and drink, Cris?”

Cris shrugged. “A lot. Not a whole party’s worth, but you’re not exactly gonna be the only person helping yourself.”

“While I love the fact that you care more about ruining a party than what other people are going to think of us if they find out what we’re doing, I think you’re overestimating me here, babe.” Jamie unbuckled her seat belt and leaned over to give Cris a peck on the cheek. “Plus it’s all going to be cheap liquor and store-bought food anyways. If they run out, they can just send someone to go buy more.”

“Hmm…”Cris considered, crossing her arms. “Yeah, you’re right. I was worrying over nothin’.” Cris grinned, all her doubts getting replaced with palpable excitement. “Hey, don’t go easy on me, y’hear? If we're doing this, we either go big or go home!”

“Of course, my adorable party balloon,” Jamie smirked, holding up the small, palm-held button for the device sitting uncomfortably in Cris’ rear. She pressed it briefly and Cris shivered as a short but powerful gust of air pushed into her insides. The device wasn’t quiet, but the din of the party would drown it out easily. Jamie slipped the button into her purse and winked, saying, “You better not go easy on me either. I’m your senior in this field, after all~”

Cris gave a mock salute, saying, “Of course, ma’am.” She opened up her car door and got out. This party was definitely going to be one to remember.

When Jamie had come to her yesterday with the idea, Cris had laughed, assuming it was a joke. Seriously, the prude, no-nonsense law student was going to not only inflate her girlfriend at a party but was also going to be letting said girlfriend enforce a strict ‘when I say eat, you eat’ code? Could anyone blame Cris for the shock when her lovely girlfriend pulled out a compact wireless air pump designed for ‘special occasions’ by ‘a friend’?

And now Cris was walking into the party with the pump in place, her lover on her arm, and a full night ahead of her. Emphasis on ‘full’. Heh.

There were a solid number of cars parked in front of the modest two-story house that was covered in red and green lights; in fact, there were enough that a good amount of the street had been taken up. It could’ve been a problem if not for the fact that the owners of the party house had also invited all the neighbors and organized a mass sleepover for all the precious kiddies a few blocks away. That was certainly one way to avoid noise complaints, Cris thought.

The two let themselves in and found the place groovin’. Cris had been to plenty of parties in her early twenties, and while this wasn’t the wildest of them all, it was certainly bumpin’. And honestly, she would take a ‘well-populated’ party over wall-to-wall people any day. Not bad for a bunch of lame adults. Not bad at all.

Before too long, one of the hosts happened upon Cris and Jamie as the pair took in the atmosphere. Carla, that boss-ass bitch, was living it up uni style, a red solo cup of something strong in one hand and a wasted grin on her face. “Cris! Jamie! You guys made it!” She shouted above the music and voices.

“Of course we did!” Cris shouted back. “Like we’d ever skip one of your holiday parties!”

“Aw, you girls are the best!” Carla cried out. She gave Jamie a tight hug, then Cris. It was hard for Cris to really focus on the hug though since Carla was already in just a sports bra and festive booty shorts. The woman waged war against her clothes every time she got drunk, and with her bombshell figure and small potbelly (that was tight now thanks to large amounts of party alcohol and undoubtedly shitty food), she was someone Cris would love to hug in a less than platonic way.

Though that went double for Jamie. Carla and Jamie had gone to uni together and, as far as Cris knew, Jamie had held a small candle for the woman ever since. She might’ve been worried about that if not for the fact that Carla was as straight as Santa was fat. Instead, Cris just chuckled at the scarlet blush on Jamie’s face.

“Help yourselves to all the stuff in the kitchen!” Carla shouted, taking a heavy swig from her solo cup. She belched, then continued, “Oh, and if you see Jen or Bailey anywhere, tell ‘em that I’m lookin’ for ‘em. Benny and his dudes wanna ‘hang out’ with us, if you catch my drift~!”

“Loud and clear, girl!”  Cris laughed. Carla sauntered off into another room and Cris put an arm around Jamie’s shoulders. “That was a nice treat to start off the night, huh babe?”

Jamie didn’t respond. Instead, Cris felt a strong gust of air filling up her stomach. She gasped, then pulled Jamie a bit closer. “Hey, careful there! I might not be able to last the whole night if you keep going like that - in more ways than one.”

“Maybe you should do something to get it off my mind then,” Jamie huffed, one arm crossed over her chest.

Cris leaned down until her mouth was next to Jamie’s ear. “If you really want something to distract that pretty mouth of yours, then you can start with a full plate of whatever you like from the kitchen along with a drink.”

The small woman wrinkled her nose. “God, I hope they stocked more than whatever Carla was having. That stuff smelled like it would liquidize my esophagus going down.”

“Ooh, was it that strong? I didn’t notice. I’ll have to ask Carla later what the brand is for when I’m not a DD.”

“If you drink that, you’re not getting kissed for the rest of the day. Seriously.”

“Spoilsport.”

The two of them made their way into the kitchen. There were significantly fewer people here since the only thing to do was grab food and booze. Speaking of which, Carla and her roomies had done a great job this year. They had a whole spread of snacks and goodies, some of which were festive while others weren’t. They didn’t have a great variety of drinks like they did with food, but Cris was thankful to see that they’d at least picked the best option as one of their drinks of choice. Well, the best for her, at least. Voodoo Ranger was Jamie’s favorite brand of light alcohol, so with the multitude of cases here, she definitely wasn’t going to be shy about meeting Cris’ drinking requests. And a plastered Jamie was a Jamie without reservations~.

Cris’ lovely partner licked her lips as she grabbed a paper plate. She heaped a whole load of disgustingly fatty appetizers on it. Fried mozza sticks, dripping BBQ wings, shitty little pigs in blankets, and some weird little flat pastry things made a small pile on Jamie’s plate. Cris grabbed one of the IPA’s, cracked it open, and handed it to her. She accepted, took a heavy swig, then set it down on the counter to focus on the mound of food in her other hand.

“It still surprises me that a classy girl like you loves something like this so much,” Cris commented, picking up the (already noticeably lighter) bottle of alcohol. “Like, I know you still like wine more, but I really didn’t think you’d drink stuff like this willingly.”

Jamie swallowed the three cheese sticks she had shoved into her mouth and cocked an eyebrow at Cris. “Good wine isn’t cheap and law school was stressful. And cheap wine just isn't worth it.”

“True that,” Cris laughed, helping herself to a flat pastry thing off of Jamie’s plate. That wasn’t a pastry. It tasted like pesto. She loved it, but also, what the hell.

Jamie made short work of her first plate, clearing it in a matter of minutes. She put a hand to her stomach and grimaced. “I am going to have so much heartburn later.”

“Let’s lay off the grease for now then, yeah?” Cris said. “Go for the fruit junk over there. No one’s even touched it yet anyways, so no one’s gonna care if one or two or ten of ‘em go missing.”

“If that’s what you’re asking, then I can’t say no, can I?” Jamie mused. As she walked over to fill a clean plate with random fruit stuff, Cris made sure to get a good eyeful of her precious partner. The outfit that Cris had picked for her was perfect. Cheap black fishnets and a decently-lengthed black skirt made her lower body a treat to see, and the white tee with nondescript Japanese letters with a warm black coat over it could both show off her belly and hide it when needed. Also, Cris just loved the off-brand goth look on her favorite gal. She’d even gone all-in on some black lipstick, somewhat heavy mascara, purple eyeshadow, and some clip-on ear piercings. Cris’ pretty little goth~.

Cris’ ogling was cut short as a strong pressure started to force itself inside of her once more. Jamie was smirking as she scooped bits of colorful fruit cubes onto her plate with one hand, her other hand conveniently buried inside her purse. Cris grinned and grabbed another one of the weird pesto bread things. The two of them were in for a long night at this rate - but that was just fine with Cris.

While the two had their secret agenda for the night, they didn’t let that stop them from enjoying the party as well. Cris caught up with Jen and her partner while a weak stream of air filled Jamie up as she chugged a beer with one of Carla’s better exes. Then a little bit later, Cris handed Jamie a towering plate of chips and dip to eat while they watched some ex-frat boys and ex-sorority girls play beer pong. Jamie nearly choked on a slice of pizza as some idiot started blaring a Christmas remix of Anaconda throughout the house, then Cris ended up with cramps after laughing too hard and getting rapidly ballooned in retaliation.

The two continued instigating each other as the party raged on. At some point, Cris noticed that Jamie’s shirt didn’t quite reach her skirt anymore, a permanent sliver of skin being exposed to the heated party. And Cris was starting to have some difficulty slipping between the other guests now. She would accidentally bump people with her barely hidden gut, sending a rush of tension throughout her body, then accidentally bump people with her ass when she tried to compensate for her swelling front.

Eventually, Cris and Jamie ended up sticking to the kitchen so that the smaller woman wouldn’t get cut off from her supply of tum-fillers by their own declining mobility. It was a shame, but they’d had their fun already and probably would’ve started saying their goodbyes already had it not been for their true goal of the night.

Cris leaned against the counter, groaning under her breath as she did. Her stomach was a bit sore from getting jostled around so much, but that had only made it more sensitive than anything. She wanted to reach under her corny oversized Christmas sweater to rub it, but considering how often people were coming in to help themselves to the somehow still well-stocked food and drink, that was a terrible idea. Instead, she made herself content to just sit and watch her lovely GF stuff her face with yet another sickening helping of all things greasy.

Jamie unceremoniously shoveled a couple of egg rolls into her mouth before setting down her empty plate and sighing, wiping her hands off on a napkin. “God damn, I’m so full…” Jamie breathed, leaning against the counter next to Cris.

“I can see that,” Cris commented coyly. She scooted a bit closer and reached her arm around Jamie’s waist. It looked natural enough to do, but little would other people know that she was doing it purely to cop a feel of how hard and round her precious partner’s tum had gotten.

Jamie blushed but didn’t try to stop the taller woman. “Y’know, if we were home right now, you could do a lot more than grab my waist.”

“Sure, but we do that all the time.” Cris grinned. “Besides, this was your idea.”

“Yeah, I know, I know,” Jamie sighed, leaning against Cris. Cris would’ve thought it was sweet if not for the fact that Jamie had turned the pump on to half power. The damn woman just wanted to listen to her guts rumble with air. “I dunno, I just thought that this would be more… exciting? But everyone’s so distracted with their own things and we barely even know anyone here, so it’s just kinda restrictive instead. I hate it.”

Cris pecked the top of Jamie’s head. “Aw, that’s just the booze talking. If you really weren’t having fun, you would’ve dragged us outta here already. Hell, we might even still be in the car, just having a good time~”

“...It’s not too late to do that, y’know.”

Cris thought for a moment. Party tum shenanigans or cramped car sex… tum shenanigans… maneuvering her tall body in that tiny car… cute tums… cute tums hurting while trying to fuck in a car… Honestly, it was a far tougher choice than it should’ve been.

Cris shook her head. “As much as I’d love to do that, I actually wouldn’t love to do that. I couldn’t feel my legs after the last time, and that was without my intestines being pumped full of air. When it comes time for fun times, we’re either waiting’ till we get home or we’re claiming Carla’s bedroom.”

Jamie grimaced. “Home, then. I’d rather not do it in Carla’s bed. Who knows when the last time she’s washed her sheets.”

“Aww, and here I thought you’d leap at the chance to fuck n your crush’s bed~”

“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

“Nope!” Cris laughed, then nuzzled the top of Jamie’s head. “But I might forget for a while if you take a shot and eat another half a pizza.”

Jamie groaned and put a hand on her stomach. “Uuuugh, I don’t know if I can fit that much… Seriously, I’ve got a major food baby already and I’m so tipsy…”

“Hey, if you don’t know that you can’t fit more, then you can fit more. No going easy, remember?”

Jamie rolled her eyes, then smirked. “I’m gonna make you eat those words.”

Cris froze, her smile turning rigid on her face. Uh-oh. She might’ve just gotten baited.

Jamie walked over to the table and casually stacked half of a sausage and mushroom pizza on one plate, all while keeping one hand in her purse. Cris started to sweat. She was full enough now that she couldn’t feel when air was coming in except for the tightening of her belly. And her belly was certainly feeling tighter now than it was when they’d started talking. “Jamie, baby? I’m starting to feel pretty full…”

Jamie’s eyes glittered as she replied, “Only pretty full? Sounds to me like you’re not full enough yet if you’re only pretty full.”

Cris and her stupid fat mouth. She bit her lip and gripped the countertop hard. This was fine. She just had to last until Jamie was done with the pizza, right? That wouldn’t be so bad… right?

Jamie ate slowly, seemingly savoring each bite before moving on to the next. Cris’ brow twitched as Jamie finally finished her second slice after several minutes of thoughtful chewing. Her own gut was feeling rather tight now. Her sweater wasn’t so comfy and loose anymore either. She was in a constant internal war of wanting to tear the sweater off to soother her aching gut and remembering that she really shouldn’t do that at her close friend’s house party.

By the last slice, Jamie seemed to be going slowly more out of necessity than to tease Cris anymore. She was panting, her bites more labored than thoughtful. Her shirt had ridden up even further, her skirt hugging her swollen lower belly tightly. Upon noticing this, she turned a bright red and zipped up her coat. Cris cursed. That wonderful sight had been one of the few things distracting her from her painfully inflated gut.

Finally - FINALLY - Jamie crammed the last hunk of crust into her mouth. She chewed for what seemed like hours before swallowing hard, sending the lump of bread down her throat. She grunted and winced, a hand grasping her stomach through her coat. “Oh fuck, that was so much - ah! Th-That might even match my Hallo- *HIC* -Halloween feast…”

“Y-Yeah, I b-bet-”

Jamie side-eyed Cris, then whipped her head to fully look. Cris had a white-knuckle grip on the counter as she struggled to withstand the pressure inside of her belly. She had been feeling painful cramps for a little while, but at some point they had just… stopped. Now all she felt was an insane amount of pressure and tension, as well as the unbelievable tightness of her skin. She grinned (the corners of her mouth twitching) at Jamie. “I-Impressed y-yet? I th-think this might b-be m-my biggest s-size yet, haha- oooooh, don’t laugh, it h-hurts to l-laugh-”

Jamie immediately withdrew her hand from her purse and the mounting pressure inside Cris halted. She groaned in relief, then gasped as a pair of cool hands reached underneath her sweater and pressed against her bare belly. “J-Jamie! N-Not yet, w-we’re still-”

“Oh, shush!” Jamie hissed, reaching further up underneath Cris’ sweater. Cris bit her lip as her stomach muscles spasmed. Even just these light touches were giving her so much pleasure that she wasn’t sure if she could even take anything more intimate without something bursting. Jamie pulled her hands back out and frowned, looking regretful. “I, uh… I might have overdone it a bit…”

“No sh-shit, Sherlo- OW!”

Jamie had flicked Jamie’s taut flank. Then she sighed. “Well… shit, now I *URP* feel guilty.”

“D-Don’t be too hard on yourself. I can j-just let some air out and-”

“The hell you are,” Jamie interrupted, looking cross. “I’m gonna feel the fuck out of that tight gut later, so don’t you dare let a single puff of air out of that perky ass of yours.”

“Yes, m-ma’am.”

Jamie nodded, then frowned again. “But… I need to do something about this guilt first… ugh… what should I *HIC* do…”

From behind them, a voice sounded out above the din from the rest of the house, “Cris, Jamie, hey! How long have you two been-”

Cris looked over Jamie’s head to see Amelia walking towards them. She stopped when Jamie whipped around, eyes wide. The usually serious woman glanced between the two lovers. Her eyes flicked between Cris’ face and her prominently round gut that not even the baggiest of sweaters could hide, then to Jamie and her modestly sized coat bulge.

The bulb in her head flashed on. Her face flushed red and she glanced away hurriedly. “O-Oh. You two are… uh, yeah, ok. D-Didn’t expect that, but… hey, it’s not my place to judge, so…”

Cris could feel her own face heating up as well. Of COURSE this had to be the ONE time that Amelia ever showed up to one of Carla’s Christmas parties. She was the only person that knew about her and Jamie’s secret, so she was the only one that would recognize this situation for what it really was. What were the odds?

“Oh God, I’m not nearly drunk enough for this…” Jamie lamented, her arms over her chest. “Look, Amelia, can we just, uh, forget about-” But as she was speaking, a rapturous *BUUUUOOOOORP* escaped between her words. Jamie froze in horror. “Ooooooh GOD, I am SO not fucking drunk enough for this…”

Amelia’s face had somehow gotten even more red. She glanced quickly back to Jamie before saying, “So… uh, this is just a thing that you guys do…? Like, everywhere…?”

“N-No!” Jamie refuted hurriedly, putting her face in her hands. “This was just a one-time thing for fun! Then I got bored and pushed it too far and now I feel guilty, but I’m too drunk to think of a solution and not drunk enough to not care! This whole night is getting worse and worse!”

Cris wanted to agree, but honestly, now that her gut had gotten a bit used to all the air, she was feeling pretty awesome. Like, drag-Jamie-home-and-get-the-toys-out awesome. But she couldn’t exactly say that in front of Amelia, sooo…

“W-Well… if you feel guilty, then why don’t you just… oh, this feels so weird to say…”

Jamie slowly looked up from her hands. “What?”

Amelia scratched her neck awkwardly. “Uh, well, if you’re feeling guilty about… uh, that-” she gestured at Cris’ obviously overfilled gut. “-then you should feel less guilty if you… uh… here, let me just…”

Amelia stepped forward and whispered into Jamie’s ear. After listening for a few moments, Jamie clasped her hands together in front of her mouth, a sign that she was thinking. A few seconds later, she grinned widely.

“Amelia, have I ever told you how smart you are?”

“Uh… no. No, you haven't.”

“Good. I’m inviting you over soon so Cris and I can tell you exactly how smart you are. But not tonight. We need to get going tonight.”

Amelia just stared blankly ahead as Jamie bustled over to Cris’ side and helped the helplessly inflated woman off of the counter. “Uh… O-OK?” She managed to get out.

“Great!” Jamie replied. “See you soon then! Oh, and also, if you want to touch, just ask instead of staring. Neither of us would mind so long as it’s you~”

“Uh, what-”

Amelia didn’t get a chance to respond as Jamie quickly escorted Cris out of the kitchen. Luckily, the party had died down a good amount while the two of them had been busy in the kitchen. Most of the remaining party-goers were either passed out, making out, or on their phones waiting for their rides to stop making out. This meant that the two of them could make a speedy retreat without their new burdens being noticed.

Once outside the house, Jamie started to snicker. “Oh, I can’t wait for when we get home! Tonight’s gonna be one hell of a night!”

“Uh… I’d hate to ruin the mood here, but… a-am I supposed to drive like th-this?”

Jamie froze. She looked at Cris, who could barely stand upright due to the tightness of her stomach.

“...Shit.”

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Luckily, flustered as she was, Amelia was willing to drive the two home. They had tried asking Jen first, but she had a bra on her door handle. Cris wasn’t sure she wanted to know what a bra on the handle was for compared to a sock.

Jamie had helped Cris to the bed then scooted off. Cris slowly stripped, sure that whatever Jamie had in mind was to improve sexy times. And if not, then hey, she could also just pass out like this. The ride home had given her some time to cool down even if her stretched stomach still felt hot to the touch. She was right at the crossroads between immeasurably horny and completely exhausted, so attending to either side would be just fine in her books.

“Hey baby, ready for your Christmas treat?”

Cris looked over to the door. Her mouth fell open. Jamie had tied a ribbon around her chest, a few ribbons around her hips, and a few more around her gut. The gut ribbons were tight, pressing into her stuffed belly. She still had her goth makeup and clip-on earrings on, contrasting strangely well with the vibrant red ribbons. Oh, and she was also holding a full pitcher of water in one hand and a full pitcher of eggnog that Cris had made for the next day in the other. The best kind of egg-nog, of course - the type laced with plenty of cognac.

“Babe… I love you, and I love the idea, but if you drink all that, you’re gonna die.”

“I’m not gonna drink all of it. I’m gonna drink some of the eggnog, then all of the water!”

“My point stands. You’re gonna pop.”

“I’m gonna pop something, alright~”

“No, seriously, you’re gonna explode. You’re already stuffed to the brim, babe.”

Jamie smirked, then walked forward. She stopped next to the bed, looked Cris in the eye, then raised the pitcher of eggnog to her lips. She took heavy swigs, seeding large bulges of thick, creamy ‘nog down her throat. She drank a third of the damn thing before pulling it away, gasping. “Oh- oh God, I’m so full! Oh my- hah!”

Cris sighed, though she couldn’t tear her eyes away from Jamie’s belly. It had swollen out even further, made more noticeable by the tightening ribbons. “See, told you. Now how about you-”

*UUUUUOOOOOOORRRRP!*

Cris was interrupted by a thunderous belch from Jamie. The formerly slim woman grinned as she set the eggnog down on her nightstand and slapped her belly. “Oooooh, yeah, that was good! ‘Got plenty of room now~”

“Jamie, you’re shitfaced. Do you even know what proof that eggnog is?”

“I’ve got insane tolerance, it’s fine!”

“Sure, but you also had four beers and two shots at the party and you're tiny. You’re gonna hate tomorrow.”

“But I’m gonna love tonight! And so are you, Crissy-boo~”

“Again, sure, but- wait, what did you just call me?”

Jamie ignored Cris’ question and instead climbed onto the bed. She moved to straddle Cris’ chest, settling down with her ass right on Cris’ boobs and her back against Cris’s swollen gut. Jamie was a small woman, for sure, but she was still a bit over a hundred pounds (plus a few more from all that food), and all that weight pushed the breath from Cris’ lungs. Her bare legs pressed tight on either side of Cris’ body, in between her arms and her sides, and her stuffed gut rumbled noisily near Cris’ face.

GOD, she loved this woman so fucking much, even if she did become a raging dumbass when she was wasted and horny.

Jamie grinned cockily as she ran a hand down her belly, tracing the lines where the ribbon was cutting into her tight gut. Then she raised the water pitcher to her mouth and started to sloppily chug, small trails of water spilling out from either side of her mouth.

Cris really wasn’t sure how much more Jamie’s body could take but figured that it would probably make her vomit before she actually popped. She wasn’t particularly keen on getting puked on, but it wasn’t like she could stop Jamie now. Plus, if she didn’t vom, this was hot as fuck, so…

The tall woman raised her hands up to Jamie’s belly, pressing her fingers into the taut orb of a gut. Jamie moaned but still continued to drink, guzzling down water at an unhealthy pace. Her stomach gurgled treacherously, clearly unhappy about being crammed so incredibly full. Jamie felt her own belly rumble and groaned as a wave of heat crept up her legs and towards her pelvis.

The ribbons on the glutted brunette’s belly were growing every tighter, each cutting a thinner and thinner line on her creamy flesh as her belly bulged out in between them. Janie caressed an independent bulge of milky skin, loving how much her belly pushed back against her fingers. The belly’s owner leaned back, applying pressure on Cris’ own swollen belly and causing her to cry out.

Jamie tossed aside the now empty pitcher on the bed. She released a series of loud, wet belches, each one sounding like more than just air wanted to come up. But unless something really did come up, Cris was beyond caring. She craned her neck upward and licked the curve of Jamie’s lower belly. The small woman’s belly muscles twitched under Cris’ gentle tongue.

“Ah- AH!” Jamie cried out, her own hands arriving at her belly now, rubbing it forcefully. “O-oh my God! I’m so big! I’m s-so full! I- *UUUUUUUOOOOOOOOORRRRP* -oh, fuck me- I’m so tight! OOOOH, I’m so TIGHT! It hurts but it’s so good! A- *UUUOOORP* -AH!”

Cris’ legs tensed up, her toes curling and clutching the sheets underneath her. She squeezed Jamie’s belly, eliciting another yelp of excitement. Then she grabbed Jamie’s waist and pulled her forward, moving her gigantic ribbon-bound belly over her head - and past it. It was time for her tongue to get to work on a new area. This would probably be Cris’ favorite gift to unwrap this year…

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Y'know what? I did this on purpose. Yep. Totally delayed the fic so that it would come out on Christmas since it's a Christmas fic. Totally. 100%. Don't question it. Haha. Here, take an extra horny ending! We're movin' on!

Alright, so the next time-gated fic will be out sometime between the 30th-1st, while that Patreon exclusive Kylie fic will be released between the 29th and the 31st. And it's possible that there might be something special that'll be released around that time as well, so... hehe~.

Hope y'all had a good 25th!