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Centurion's Revenge	By : Horatius314 Category: Kim Possible > AU/AR-Alternate Universe-Alternate Reality > Het- Male/Female Views: 13214 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Standard disclaimers apply. THey ain't mine. Notmaking any money on them, please don't sue me.

Authoor's note: Sorry its been a while. My muse and I haven't been speaking to each other. But thanks to someone, I'm fighting my way back. I promise not to quit writing any more. This ch is more story building. More sex later. Enjoy.

Sunday morning. The sun rose upon a cheerfully waking world. Unfortunately, Ron Stoppable wasn’t awake to see it. It was morning. And mornings were meant for one thing and one thing only: Sleep. Especially this morning. Ron was tired. Tired down to the very core of his being. Maybe it was his activities the day before in the park. Maybe it was his late-night activities; god knows they were always a workout. (A wonderful workout, but a workout nonetheless.) Whatever the source of his fatigue, he was almost positive it had to do with Kim.

Kim Possible; his girlfriend, best friend, love of his life, the person he would either kill or die for, and his favorite snugglebunny. OK, so it was an old word. One that he had found in a book of comic strips from the early 80’s called ‘Bloom County’. It was a fun word, and it described their activities far better than some other, more vulgar words would. Ron smiled to inwardly as he pulled the blankets closer round himself to keep out the non-existent morning chill.

Ron poked his head up out of the cocoon of blankets he had made for himself. He glanced around the room. Nothing seemed out of place. His dirty clothes were strewn about the room in seemingly random piles, just like always. The window was closed, just like it should be. Rufus was dozing a few feet away. A pile for everything and everything in it’s pile. Ron glanced at the clock radio near his bed. It was just after 6. Ron groaned and plunged back into the pile of blankets that surrounded him. Try as he might, Ron tried to go back to sleep, but the images that danced in his dreams were jumbled and annoying. More like flipping through bad television channels than dreams.

Ron had vague recollections of his dreams since he came home last night. None of them exactly pleasant, none of them exactly nightmares, either. He remembered some bizarre ones as well. Like the one about having a bazillion ants crawling around under his skin, all of them trying to eat him from the inside. Or the one about being a ‘borg from Star Trek; or the rather nightmarish one where some rather important parts of his body were melting away. Whatever their cause, it really didn’t matter, because dreams can’t really hurt you. Now can they?

Eventually, Ron rolled himself out from under his blankets. He swung is legs over the edge of the bed. They were sore, just like the rest of his body. He scratched himself lazily as he sat on the edge of the bed, trying to decide what to do with his day. [AN: Trust me, Ron, that won’t be an issue. Not today, Not ever again.] Ron scratched at the phantom itches on his legs and at his arms. He rubbed at the dull aches that were now fading like so many other ghosts in the night. Ron reached down to scratch at his belly. Many a naco and enchirito from Bueno Nacho had gone into his belly, giving him a small, but still premature gut. This morning, as he reached down, that gut was missing. Had Ron been more coherent and conscious, he might have noticed its absence.

He might have noticed a great many other things as well had changed since the nanites had received their marching orders. Ever since he and Kim had begun their physical relationship, the tiny machines had taken steps to colonize his body as well. And now that a signal had been received, those tiny factories had begun their work in earnest. As they had done in Kim, raw materials had been harvested and converted into necessary components. Unlike what had happened with Kim, the nano-machines in Ron’s body had a great deal more work to do and less time to do it. But they had accomplished their task. Ron’s body fat had been reduced to the perfect level. The toxins left behind by a lifetime of fast food had proven to be exquisite sources of raw materials. They had not only harvested the unnecessary fat from his body, but had left in its place vastly denser and stronger muscle tissues. Unfortunately, Ron hadn’t noticed them yet, either.

Ron staggered into the bathroom, his towel in his hand, clad in his boxers from the previous night and a pair of bunny slippers. As he waited for the hot water in the shower, Ron took a moment to admire his newly arrived physique in the mirror.
“Mmmmmm. Lookin’ nice this morning. Guess those sit-ups I did last week are paying off,” he complimented himself. Ron posed and flexed for his own amusement a few times before he started to take note of what he saw in the mirror. The image that was looking back was a decided change from the one that he had seen yesterday. Gone was the layer of baby fat he had always retained. What was looking back was the body of an athlete; no, not any athlete: An Olympic athlete. His body was taut and firm. Not the over-muscled behemoth brought on by Hench-Co’s muscle making ring, but rather a perfectly formed, perfectly muscled Adonis or David.

As he stared, curiosity began to get the better of him. Did this new batch of muscles apply to all his muscles? Did whatever miracle that occurred work it’s magic everywhere? Ron paused, his own self-consciousness making itself heard. When it had been silenced, Ron closed his eyes and pulled off his boxers. ‘Gotta take ‘em off to get in the shower anyway’ he told himself. He opened his eyes, half expecting to see some monstrous tool capable of terrifying young women, laying waste small villages, and being the envy of every porn star on the planet. He saw… nothing.

Nothing would be the wrong word to use. Had there truly been nothing between his legs, the world would have been treated to a blood-curdling scream fit to wake the dead. What Ron saw was what he had seen every day. Ron saw himself in his normal size. Nothing more, nothing less. At least on the surface.

Ron stepped into the tub and let the hot water from the shower run over his body. He could feel every droplet of water as it hit his body. He was sure that if he tried hard enough, he could even count the drops as they hit his skin. Ron proceeded to wash his hair, shave and soap his body and do all those things that men do in the shower. And somewhere in the mix, Ron began to make a few discoveries that would change part of his life forever.

Somewhere around the second verse of a song Ron was busily slaughtering, he began to notice certain ‘things’ happening to him. First came the moment of panic while he rinsed the soap from his body, some of the hair from his body was washed away as well. The normal scent of his own body was odd. Normally his morning showers consisted of washing a mixture of his own scent and Kim’s down the drain and replacing it with the scent of the rather generic soap that he used. But today, the scent was different; not necessarily wrong, but just alien enough to be commented upon. It was more like a combination of their two scents. It was neither Ron nor Kim, but somewhere in between. While that may have been unnerving, that was nothing compared to what happened next.

As his body was assaulted by the coarse spray from the shower like it always was, his mind began to wander to more erotic thoughts; thoughts of Kim and their activities from the day before. Into this mix, Ron began to add elements of fantasy. Some dark and some light; some he might try someday and others that were barely in the realm of reality. All of them began to contribute to the feeling of pleasure and giddiness he was beginning to feel in the back of his brain.

Also dwelling in the back of his brain was a region that governed pleasure. When it awoke, it began to feed signals to Ron’s penis. And that’s where the trouble began. The tiny machines that had been transforming Ron for the past few months hadn’t stopped at his normal muscles. Every muscle had been upgraded with denser tissue; even the one between his legs that was now growing and demanding attention.

Ron glanced down at the odd feeling organ between his legs. No longer was it the six to eight inch long, two inch wide standard-issue ‘unit’ that he had yesterday. Now it was at least ten inches by three to four inches. He stared. Somewhere behind his eyes, a voice said ‘Command it. It is yours.’ Ron tentatively reached down and felt the weight if himself in his hand. A random thought passed through his head and he grew another two inches in length. When he questioned this, it grew another inch in girth. Almost terrified, he withdrew his hand, but couldn’t take his eyes off his new body part. Another thought passed from the back of his mind to his penis and suddenly small ridges began to form and undulate across the surface.

As the terror subsided, Ron said the only thing he could think of that even came close to his level of astonishment: “Oh…my…god”

A few minutes later, Ron stepped from the shower and took the towel he had left for himself on the sink. Some of the shock and amazement was still present on his face.

With a towel wrapped around his waist, Ron stepped back into his own room and began to dress. He made sure to treat his newfound body part tenderly, but there wasn’t any discomfort. Not even with all the ‘experimentation’ he had performed before getting out of the shower.

Ron grabbed a clean jersey and a pair of cargo pants from the pile of clean laundry on his desk. The alarm clock on his desk read 6:48 AM. Ron was never up this early. Not even on a school day. So now he was awake, showered, dressed and horny. And it wasn’t even seven yet.

“I wonder what Kim’s doing this morning?” Ron mused as he started to meander around his room.
‘She’s jogging.’ The voice in his head said.
“Of course she is. Kim’s always jogging at this ti…” Ron paused as he tried to rationalize the existence of the voice in his head.
“Hello? Voice in my head? Are you there?” Ron asked, starting to worry that he was going mad.
The voice said nothing to Ron.
“Gee, I wonder what my parents are doing right now?” Ron tried to ask the voice.
Still the voice said nothing.
Confused and frustrated, Ron went downstairs in search of breakfast.

Across town, Kim Possible was completing her second circuit of the jogger’s trail in the park. Normally, sweat would be running down her body, forcing her outfit to cling to her body in dark stained patches of sweat. Normally, she would be feeling her heart slamming into her chest trying desperately to keep up with her exertions. Normally, after two laps around the course, she would be gasping for air. This morning, however was turning out differently. This morning, Kim felt like she could run a marathon or two before breakfast. This morning, she hadn’t broken a sweat, her breathing was a little faster than normal and while she had been sweating, it could barely be called perspiration.

As she stopped at the end of the course and began to stretch out to remove the kinks from her muscles, she began to wonder about what was happening to her. All this newfound energy and endurance, while enjoyable, definitely wasn’t normal.

At some point in the course, she had wondered what Ron was up to. Part of her knew that Ron should be sleeping at this time of morning, especially on a Sunday. But then somehow, she knew that not only was he up and awake, but was in the shower. The how and why of how she knew this escaped her. If Ron was up and in the shower, that might make for a treat this morning; a nice, big, hot helping of Ron for breakfast.

As Kim drove herself over towards Ron’s she began to feel her need for him increase. Not just in that ‘god, I need Ron inside of me to make me cum a few dozen times’ kind of way, but a need to be physically near him. In a way, it was getting kind of creepy, but was fun nonetheless.

By the time Kim reached Ron’s place, she had been toying with some interesting fantasies regarding Ron, a kitchen table, various things found in a kitchen and all the things that could be done with them. And with Ron’s parents being gone for the next eight days, there was a great deal of opportunity to try them out.

Kim approached the back door of the Stoppable’s home. Even from here, she could smell the breakfast on the stove. Eggs and turkey sausages were sizzling away. Quietly, she approached the door, trying desperately to surprise Ron. Wanting to pounce upon him and tear into him like some kind of crazed wild animal. Wanting to ravage his body for some imagined misdeed.

Quietly and cautiously, she moved under the window set in the door. With her right hand, she silently turned the knob, and let herself in. Not a sound was made. Crouching low, she made her way under the counter that separated the living room from the kitchen. Her quiet, ninja-like stealth was almost interrupted when her hand brushed against one of Rufus’ toys. She paused for a moment, trying to figure out if Ron had heard her. No response. Beyond the half-wall, she could hear Ron stirring the eggs in the pan. He was humming to himself. He was humming… the exact same song that Kim had in her head.

“Morning, Kim. You want to get the OJ out of the fridge for me?” Ron said without looking up from the pan.

Kim stood slowly, almost confused by what had just happened.
“How did you know I was there?” She asked as she walked toward the refrigerator.

“I dunno. I just figured you’d be there. Its Sunday, my folks are out of town, its breakfast time. I just knew you were there. That’s all. No big.” Ron said as he began to set out the sausages.

Kim poured the orange juice into the glasses. She cocked an eyebrow at him. Since she could not find fault with his argument, she sat down next to Ron and had breakfast.

Deep inside their bodies, nano-machines began to communicate with each other.
“Contact re-established between trooper 1 and 2. Trooper 3 and 4 out of range”
“Short-range contact now exceeds 85%. Long-range contact now at 21%. Require additional raw materials to complete system.”
“Message received. Submitting materials request.”
“Insufficient troops to begin combat operation. Officer Cadre not found.”
“Message received. Awaiting further instructions.”
“Colonization Nanites standing by.”

After breakfast, Ron cleared the table and put the dishes in the dishwasher. As he rinsed the breakfast dishes, he spoke to Kim.
“So, my dear. What do you want to do today? Catch a matinee? Head down to the mall and hang out?”
“Well, I’ve got cheerleading practice from two ‘til four. But until then, I’m yours.” Kim said with a sultry tone in her voice. Ron turned around to find Kim sitting on the table clad only an evil smile.

Ron looked at her and smiled. “I take it you have something in mind for the morning? Something to work off those calories from breakfast?”
“I’ve already had one workout today. Now I need something to get my pulse rate up.” Kim smiled as she took Ron in her arms and kissed him. As they kissed, she locked her legs around his midsection and pulled him closer. It was a wonderful way to begin a Sunday.
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