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It’s that time of year again when Middleton Hospital hosts it's annual "Take Your Daughter to Work Day”. At first, when Kim was much younger, Ann would bring her along in an attempt to get her interested in future career opportunities… financially, cheerleading and the super spy biz not being very good long-term options. As time progressed, however, it came more and more apparent that Kim had little interest in in a medical profession. Eventually, given the elder Possible’s side professions…stripping and the adult film industry…both of the women concluded that Ann needed to keep up appearances. The outward appearance of a happy, normal home life would inevitably keep her in the good graces of her bosses.

But normal is boring…

Every year Kim and Ann would make a game of it: Pick a location, have sex there, and see just how close they could come to getting caught.

Up in the patient's private rooms, Kim pressed against the window as Ann pounded her from behind...casual observer looking up from the parking lot would have easily seen her ample c-cups smooshed against the glass. Down in the Emergency Room, little but a thin privacy curtain between them and all manner of humanity…a peek through a gap in the curtain would have revealed a come covered Kim, Ann blowing load after load down her throat. The view from the hospital's rooftop Helipad was spectacular...Ann’s view of her enormity buried deep in Kim's ass was even more spectacular...right up until the helicopter tried to land on them.

Sitting in Ann’s office, the elder Possible looks up, eyeing the purposely under-dressed redhead sitting on the edge of her desk. More often than not, Kim would put on something tight and revealing to show off her curvy figure…a little added incentive to get Ann motivated for their little game. Sure, Kim was getting a little too old to pass off the career-seeking youngster routine, but this year was no different…a spaghetti strap top and a short tube skirt…both of which were two sizes too small and left little to the imagination. Her hair tied up in a pigtail only added to the effect.

Ann: Ready?

Kim: What’d you have in mind this year, Dr. Possible? Or do you wanna just bend me over your desk and call it a day?

The thought had occurred to her, glancing at the outline of Kim’s g-sting, clearly visible under her too-tight skirt...a little glimpse of it's pink fabric peeking out from beneath the hem line of her skirt.  Instead, Ann stands up, a surgical gown in her hand...an ankle-length one that ties in the back. Kim looks up at her with a bemused expression while Ann gestures at her clothes with a waggle of her finger.

Ann: Take that off and put this on.

Smirking at Ann’s knee-length doctor‘s coat…and clearly, nothing worn beneath it…Kim pulls her top up and over her head, flinging it onto a nearby chair. Slipping off the desk, she bites her lower lip, hooking her thumbs into the skirt’s elastic waistband…giving Ann an inviting wiggle of her hips as she bends at the waste, pushing the tight garment to her knees.

Kim: Doctor‘s orders.

Middleton Hospital is a teaching hospital, its largest surgical suite having a true ’operating theater’, complete with a windowed observation gallery above it. On any given day it would be packed full of eager young minds, student physicians watching a surgical procedure below.

Kim, dressed in full surgical garb…and nothing beneath it...leans against the railing, looking down at the operating table below. Ann, standing behind her, her hips pressed again Kim's ass, looks over her shoulder. To the casual observer, Ann is simply pointing out various surgical techniques and parts of the patient’s anatomy.

Ann, however, is only concerned with one particular part of the human anatomy.

Kim can already feel Ann‘s length pressed between her butt cheeks, only a few layers of fabric hiding her enormity. It had occurred to her to let Ann fuck her, but that would require some overly obvious maneuvering...out of the question in this crowded room. Ann, however, decides for her...Kim feeling a tug at her lower-most gown strings.

Kim arches her hips ever so slightly, stifling a sigh as Ann's warm, ever-growing rod slips inside her gown, parting her ass cheeks. Kim purses her lips, fighting the urge to giggle, the thought of Ann's giant wiener, garnished with a little relish and a splurt of mustard, pressed between two fleshy buns. Her urge to laugh instantly disappears, replaced by a stuttering inhale...Ann rotating her hips. For a split second anyone who is paying attention would have caught a glimpse of the doctor's impressive girth before it slipped out of sight.

It takes every ounce of Kim's concentration to keep from shivering all over...her weakening knees quivering beneath her gown is the only indication that something is out of the ordinary. The pig-tailed Possible takes a deep breath, feeling every inch of Ann's bulk pressed inside her. Slowly, deliberately, Kim begins to flex her inner muscles...Ann ever so slightly circling her hips as Kim grips and relaxes around her.

Thirty minutes pass.

Kim can feel her juices running down her inner thighs, tiny beads of perspiration glistening on her brow.  Sure, she's tried plenty of exercise routines over the years, but this is by far the best Isometric routine she's ever done.  Ann holds fast, trying not to move as she presses deep inside...she can feel her knees begin to weaken as Kim continues to tense and ease around her.

Kim: (thinking) This won't take long.

No sooner has she finished her thought when a hand grabs the front of Kim's gown, Ann balling up the thick fabric in her clenched fist. A sudden quiver inside her is mirrored by the sound of a half-hearted attempt to suppress a groan.  Again and again, Ann splurts what seems like gallons of pearl-colored fluid inside the younger Possible's already over-burdened womb.

Clinching even tighter to keep a river of goo inside her, Kim looks over her shoulder to see a flushed-faced Ann grinning back at her. Widening her eyes and cocking her head slightly, as if to ask 'What now?', Ann replies with a shoulder shrug.

Kim: So, how long do these procedures usually take?

Ann: Th-three or four hours.

Kim silently mouths Ann's reply back to her, batting her eyes in disbelief.

Obviously, they have not thought this year's game through.

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Original Art by Gagala

Edits by Phillipthe2