Let it Ring (Patreon)

Yet another of Dr Drakken's schemes foiled, Kim makes her way back to Wade's house for a mission debriefing. They could just as easily do it via the internet, a simple video conference or even an old-fashioned email thread, but you miss so many of the subtleties you get in a face-to-face meeting.

Her cargo pants already undone and wriggled to her ankles, Kim pulls the bottom hem of her shirt up and over her head, her perky breasts jiggling in their newfound freedom. Wade hadn't even bothered to put on pants this morning, passing along information during the mission and jailbreaking Drakken's cyber-defenses while wearing little but a pair of boxer shorts and an ill-fitting T-shirt. Kim gives him a crooked little smirk, watching the portly, still-seated little fellow wrestle down his underthings...his fourteen inches of manhood penduluming back and forth when released from its heart-printed prison.

Kim: So, I'm all tied up, and Drakken goes into one of his usual ten-minute-long monologues. Good will never triumph over evil, prepare to meet my doom, blah, blah, blah. When, suddenly...

Just as she straddles Wade's lap to begin the debriefing in earnest, Kim stops mid-sentence, looking around as if something is out of place. Wade loves his toys...every time she comes over, there's always some new techo-gadget to play with. Wade cocks his chin toward his desktop, ushering Kim's attention to a pair of buttons embedded into the work surface.

Eyeing them suspiciously, Kim reaches over and hesitantly presses one of the unlabeled controls. With an almost silent whir, the entire desktop lowers a fraction of an inch. Kim's suspicious expression instantly transforms into a lecherous grin. Wade is way ahead of her, having rooted through a nearby drawer while she was momentarily distracted. Turning back to him, Kim is met with a knowing grin...and an extraordinarily large bottle of water-based lubricant.

Kim: Ohhh, this is gonna be a loooong debriefing.

Wade: Pun intended.

A quarter of an hour and copious amounts of lube later, Kim silently mouths an 'oh my gawd' as she presses the down button for the umpteenth time. Her eyes roll back in her head as she slowly motors down the thickest portion of Wade's massive shaft, her once tiny sphincter now stretched to what is effectively the circumference of a soda can.

Kim: S-s-so, th-there I am... Sh-Shego's f-f-face between muh...my legs and Druh...Drakken's blue th-thh-thingie d-dangling in my f-face, when Ron bursts through the s-ss-skylight.

As if on cue, Kim's Kimmunicator sounds its familiar ringtone...

Beep-Beep-Bee-Deep!

Glancing at the screen, Kim rolls her eyes in agitation. Knowing full well that if she doesn't answer it, Ron will just keep calling...and texting...and blowing up her book-of-faces. Just as she reaches over to grab the device, Wade countermands her...leaning forward and hard-pressing the down button.

Kim white-knuckles the edge of the desk, her fingernails scratching at its underside. Wide-eyed and oh-faced, her body hunched forward and rigid, she stares off into nothing.

Kim: H'OHHHFUUUHHKKKK!

Eyelids fluttering, her vision going in and out of focus, her toes balling into fists...the redhead plummets downward, not increments of an inch, but whole inches.

It isn't until the creases of her butt cheeks contact Wade's pronounced ballbag that Kim's eyes come back into focus.

Beep-Beep-Bee-Deep!  Beep-Beep-Bee-Deep!

Kim: Okay.... Yuh-Yeaah... Juh... Just l-let it r-r-ring!

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Original Art by LustBox

Colors and Edits by Phillipthe2