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Mother Knows Best	By : sandman-nobody Category: Kim Possible > General Views: 26443 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
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- 2
- 3
A/N: Wow you guys, I just want to thank everyone for the impressive amount of feedback I hadn’t been expecting from this story. Kim Possible isn’t exactly the most active fandom anymore and I understand this isn’t the subject matter for everyone, but you guys have really shown your appreciation and I can’t tell you how much that means to me. Thank you so much and let’s see if we can keep it up.
Addressing some frequently asked questions: No, this is not affiliated with Ron’s Toys and is its own self-contained story unaffected by the events featured in that story. Sorry if this disappoints anyone who has been waiting for an update from that story. The good news is that I do plan to go back and finish Ron’s Toys as soon as I finish either Vault 69 or Sense of Semblance, so I ask that any lingering fans be patient until that time.
Chapter 2
Tag(s): Public humiliation, Masturbation, Sex-Toys.
Girl(s): Kim
Words: 11,366
Editor: Mr. G
The sound of an alarm pierced the blissful quiet of a Wednesday morning. A young figure twisted in sheets and blankets could be seen fast asleep, each limb thrown to a different corner of her mattress. As the constant beeping pierced through the fog of sleep, the light snoring stopped, only for a whimpering groan to take its place. Without bothering to lift her head, Kim's hand curled into a fist before slamming into the fragile plastic box.
The beeping stopped.
A sigh of relief sounded as the young woman slowly curled into herself, grasping desperately for whatever strands of sleep she could still reach. ‘Just five more minutes,' she feebly prayed, ‘Just one…' But she'd already set her alarm the other night for the very last possible second, leaving no time to wallow in her comfortable nest of warmth and happiness. And yet, rather than rise and greet the morning, this young woman found herself clutching her pillow to the point of tearing, not quite able to let go just yet.
Not for the first time in the last week, Kim found herself wondering just what was wrong with her. She'd never had issues waking up in the past, provided she get her seven-hour minimum of sleep. And yet one night it was like she went to sleep normal and woke to a world where everything was ten times heavier. She just couldn't get enough sleep. And the more days that went by, the more exhausted she felt. Making every attempt to leave her bed that much harder. Today especially she could feel the weight dragging her mind. And it was only the memory of a long day of tests that kept her from falling back asleep right then and there.
When Kim finally managed to lift her face, her features reflected how she felt inside. A night of tossing and turning had transformed her long red locks into a nest of chaos that hovered around her head in a way that most would claim defied gravity. Her normally bright green eyes were shadowed by heavy bags that only seemed to grow with each passing day. A trail of dried saliva completed the lovely picture, a puddle of which darkened the pillow she was forced to leave behind.
A lot of grunting and irritated thrashing followed before Kim was able to fight her way from the tangle of bedding and make it to her feet. A pair of pink pajama shorts riding dangerously high up her young thighs and a thin lavender tanktop were all she wore, exposing a fair amount of pale, ginger complexion for anyone lucky enough to catch a glance. But her slumped posture and shuffling feet did nothing to attract attention. All she cared about was making it to the shower before she fell asleep on her feet, another low groan rumbling past her lips as she passed into the tiled space.
Eyes crusted shut under the Sandman's spell, Kim looked more machine than teenage cheer-leading heroine as she went through the motions of stripping out of her clothes. A round bottom flashed into view before a pair of small but perky breasts capped by pink shaded nipples. Completely nude, she walked to the shower opening her eyes only after she could feel the hot water start to pour into her hair and down her stiff body.
For the next few minutes, the teen did nothing but stand under the spray letting the warmth lift her mind from the haze of sleep. It worked, but consciousness forced her to be aware of the many other discomforts she'd developed as of late.
Cringing, Kim tried to roll her shoulders, knees, and other joints, each radiating a sore pain usually reserved for the worst cheer-leading routines. Again, she was lost as to why her body was aching so much. And all she could do was remain in the shower, hoping the warmth would help relax the tender muscles along her figure.
It just felt… wrong. Not sick exactly, but definitely wrong. It felt as though her muscles had been tenderized like a fine porterhouse. She couldn't remember any missions lately that was strenuous enough to reflect this type of discomfort. But thinking about it only seemed to make things worse.
If Kim were paying attention, she might have noticed that these pains were the result of something affecting more than just her mood. Most notably, a distinct lack of definition where sculpted muscles used to line her frame. The wiry strength that once let her do amazing feats was waning, cannibalizing itself. Turning soft and into fats that her body was being told it needed to build up in preparation to better nurture a life she had no idea she was soon going to bring into the world. Simply her bodies reaction to the hormones she unknowingly swallowed each and every day.
Soon she would start noticing that she was getting slower, that gravity isn't heavier, that she is – and that things that used to be possible are quickly falling out of her reach. The body she created through hours of hard work and dedication was, in fact, turning against her and had been turned against her. Not by a villain, or an enemy, or any of the people she might think could be behind such a plot. But by her own mother, a woman who slept not even fifty feet away from her own bed.
Amazingly, this didn't take away from the tight shape of her youthful figure. While her body might be losing the hard edge of an athlete, the softer curves that replaced it wasn't wholly unappealing giving her a more feminine sense. And the extra padding she was already starting to notice seemed to stay around her hips and bust while leaving her waistline mercifully untouched. Whether she noticed or not, she was slowly but surely gaining the body type she always secretly longed for.
Kim remained in the shower much longer than was probably needed. The warm water did sooth a few of her pains, although a few remained stubbornly achy. She already knew that she would be grabbing a handful of Tylenol before class. Once her body had a chance to loosen up a little, the teen went about washing herself, all the while fighting just to stay awake.
Of course, not all the changes she'd noticed were painful. And lathering soap into her hands, Kim's breath hitched feeling a now familiar tingle between her legs.
She didn't pause to address the shift in her body, stubbornly ignoring it as she started to run a now sudsy rag along her arms and legs. Her face was the picture of irritation, wholly uninterested in the signals her body was trying to send in favor of disregarding the annoyance altogether. This isn't to say she'd never felt arousal until the last few weeks. But in that time, there had been a definite spike in activity that Kim had no interest in satisfying.
It just wasn't something she was comfortable with. Experimenting a bit as a young pre-teen, she'd managed to work herself to a place where sparks of pleasure had been born. But the way her body responded to it all, the heat, the embarrassing wetness, the sounds, the smell, all of it was enough to make her sure that there were better uses of her time. Which is how she knew if she ignored it, the pressure in her loins would go away on its own. But each morning it seemed to be taking longer and longer for that relief to come, resulting in her sour mood.
Thirty-five minutes later, a slightly less miserable Kim arose from the steam heavy room, blissfully bereft of any lingering tingles – leaving only the remaining aches and pains. Towel wrapped around her hair with another tucked firmly around her body, a few dragging steps took her to her dresser where she let the fabric held against her new cleavage fall around her feet.
Kim didn't bother taking the time to pick out her underwear in favor of grabbing the first pair of panties she could reach. Finding a blue striped pair in her hands, she mindlessly slipped them over her still long and toned legs before pulling them snug against her slightly wider backside. The lack of extra room and damp skim molded the cotton to her shape making the material all but useless in any facet of modesty.
Crotch covered, a bra was next which she found in the same open drawer. This one pink and polka dot, part of Kim idly wondered what Bonnie would think if she found out about her fashion choices. But the majority of her consciousness couldn't find it in her to care. Ambivalence established, the teen hero pressed the breast covering against her body, hooking the straps around her torso and twisting it around to place the cups over her chest. Or at least, she tried to.
The young woman found herself staring down at her chest, a look of slowly mounting irritation mixing with disbelief. She tried adjusting it, trying to find an angle that would work. But this only made the truth that much more real. A quick glance at the tag and the redhead couldn't do anything but shake her head.
She had actually gone up a whole cup size…
Kim's eyes winced as she reached up, cupping the supple mounds. Massaging the tender flesh, she cringed as she realized how unbelievably sore they were. She'd been noticing her bras getting tighter as of late. But she'd put it off as a slight growth spurt or her period. Her trash was already filled with all of her smallest bras, the ones she'd kept around only because they were a little tight. But today she realized that she'd finally outgrown all of her b-cup underwear. A fact that left her much less excited than she used to think it would.
A little more than frightened, Kim briefly wondered if she should consult with her mother about these sudden changes. The sore muscles, the exhaustion, the sudden increase of her breast size, what if something was wrong with her? Thinking this over for a moment, the teen paused before shaking her head, too embarrassed to bring up such things. Instead, she replaced the now useless underwear with a sports bra, hoping it would help keep anyone from noticing their sudden development.
‘It's probably just a growth spurt,' the teen rationalized, a look of worry still present on her face. ‘It'll be back to normal in no time.'
With those thoughts in mind, Kim pushed her discomfort to the back of her attention and set about getting ready. It took some time, but with her clothes in place and about fifteen minutes brushing of her hair, Kim deemed herself presentable.
"Oops…" a sudden groan left her lips.
Casting a glance over her shoulder, Kim was about to step outside her door when she turned to drag herself back to her dresser. In all the dreariness of that morning, she had nearly forgotten to take her birth control. Shaking her head at her thoughtlessness, the teen hero was quick to pop the container open and retrieve that day's dosage.
Kim allowed a small smile to appear on her face, relieved. It had taken a lot of time and patience to convince her parents to let her start taking them. Her father had been outright adamant on refusing. Even her mother had denied her. It was only when she stated her fear of being taken advantage of on a mission that her father had crumbled. Amazingly enough, her mother had still been against it forcing James to get them in secret.
Kim smiled as she realized her mother probably still didn't know about them.
Thinking back to that time, the teenager shook her head before bringing the pill to her lips and swallowing it dry. It was a practiced motion, and one Kim didn't think about twice as soon as the pill was in her body. She would continue throughout her day unaware of just what she'd swallowed. Sighing, the redhead was satisfied that she'd remembered everything and was ready to start her day.
Reaching the kitchen, it seemed she had more trouble getting up than she realized as her whole family was already up and eating. Settling into her chair, she looked up just as Ann's hand came into view placing a plate full of food in front of her.
"Are you feeling alright, Kim?" she questioned in a motherly tone.
Kim hesitated before answering, the mounting issues she faced weighing on her stubborn tendencies to face all of her problems on her own. Eventually, Kim just winced before nodding her head. "Just… stayed up too late I guess. I don't know; I'll get some more sleep tonight."
This was a lie, of course. The night before, Kim had taken extra care to fall asleep two hours early so that she might make up for her exhaustion and maybe recover from whatever had been afflicting her – just as she'd been doing for the past week. It seemed she would have to try even earlier tonight.
Ann put on an understanding noise and ran her fingers through Kim's hair. "Don't forget to take care of yourself," she reminded her daughter. "You're still a growing young woman, after all."
Kim glanced down at her chest only to snort at the irony. "Tell me about it," she grumbled under her breath.
Kim's stomach growled ravenously as she stared at the food on her plate. Never one to be shy about food, the teenage girl still would have winced if she could see how fast she reached for her fork before tearing into the pancakes and sausage at speeds Rufus would find rude. It was only when the food was gone that she was able to look up and realize the incredulous looks her family was giving her. "Ah," she blushed.
"Jeez, Kim," Jim, smirked at his sister.
"Sprout a curly tail last night?" his brother finished. This caused the red-head to blush even deeper as she wished she could disappear completely.
"Jim, Tim!" Ann's voice suddenly barked. Looking at their mother, both young boys ducked at her critical tone. "Why don't you two get ready to go?" she finished, leaving no room for argument.
After a quick peck from her husband, the mother watched as he escorted the two guilty boys, leaving her the room and a chance to be alone with her daughter.
Peeking up at her mother Kim's cheeks still swirled with color. "Guess I was hungry," she gave a weak chuckle. Failing even to manage that much, she allowed her expression to dip to the floor, defeated. She remained as such as her mother approached. It was only when the daughter felt her mother's cool hand run through her hair that she dared to look up, no longer hiding her exhaustion.
"Come on, Kim," Ann tried to sound encouraging, her tone gentle and coaxing. "You too." For some reason, this only further grated on Kim's mood who had to resist from outright glaring at the older red-head. In the end, she just sighed a slow breath before rising to her feet.
Her hand was already outstretched before her mother could even present the glass of milk. Ann, not even blinking at the rehearsed motion, appeared more than happy to reward the gesture with exactly what Kim already knew was coming.
Over the past two weeks, Ann looked to have taken her daughter's physical health as a personal responsibility. Kim couldn't count how many times her mother had surprised her, bursting into her room without notice to offer some form of healthy snack. And of course, the morning milk was the most constant of changes. Every morning without fail, Kim was forced to drink a glass.
She knew it was odd, but if it helped her mother come to terms with her career, what's the harm? She should be grateful that her mother was so ready to prepare her for her future. But in truth, it was beginning to wear on the poor girl.
Kim pushed those thoughts aside and downed the glass in her hands without question.
For all her nagging, Kim had to admit sometimes her mother did know what she was doing. Whatever special kind of milk she forced her daughter to drink was making a difference. Already, even as the pale drink continued down her throat, Kim could feel a semblance of her energy returning. And by the time she was finished, the teenager could only wipe her mouth clean; her dread for the upcoming day that much less.
"Thanks," Kim offered, handing the glass back to her mother. Ann simply continued to grin, happy as a clam.
"Off you go." Slapping her daughter playfully on her rear, Kim found herself rolling her eyes before hefting her bag over her shoulder and sauntering out the door.
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Going through her day, Kim fell easily into the familiar pattern of her day. In the mindless studying, learning, and social gathering that school required, Kim was able to fight herself free from her funk. However, partway through the day, Kim couldn't help but notice one thing out of order. Ron, who was usually less than calm, had been unusually quiet for some reason.
Walking through the halls, both had some time before moving on to their next class. And for what felt like the hundredth time that day, Kim would be talking. Nothing specific, but when prompting Ron for a response, he would remain silent. Or at the very most would give a hum of acknowledgement.
Irritated at the teens absent-minded behavior, Kim turned her head, prepared just to ask what the matter was. When just out of the corner of her eye, she looked to see his attention stuck almost hypnotically on her chest – his eyes leering as best they could from the corner of his sockets.
With a start of shock, Kim found her cheeks reddening as she found her best friend staring blatantly at her boobs. It seemed he had managed to suss out her sudden growth. And with a dramatic roll of her eyes, she figured she should have known he would notice eventually.
This wasn't the first time she had caught Ron sneaking a peek at her body. They had known each other for years, after all. And Ron wasn't the best at subtlety. But that was what happened when your best-friend was a guy. And Kim had come to accept that. It was too awkward to tell him to stop. And as long as it didn't happen too often, Kim was resigned to allow him that much. It would be more trouble than it would be worth to bring it up. The last thing she needed was to give Ron an opportunity to tell her his feelings.
Kim knew he had a crush on her. And Ron was a nice guy, a little messy and way clumsy, but still a nice guy. And someday, Kim was sure that he would make some other girl very happy. But other is the key word. He was fine, but not exactly the hottie she was hoping to score someday. Thankfully, used to this, Kim had come up with more than one way to subtly divert his attention. Getting up to get a glass of water or rolling onto her stomach when they were doing homework were just two examples. In this case, a subtle shift of her books would do just fine.
With a bitter thought, Kim glanced down at her clothes and began to shift her books to cover her chest. In all honesty, she couldn't blame the poor boy that much. In her sudden development, her usual green tank top wasn't quite as innocent as it had once been. Amazingly, the already thin fabric seemed to be stretched against her bust. Maybe she should have taken a bit more care in her wardrobe that morning…
Glancing down, she could see the top of her jiggling flesh clearly through the neck of her shirt – the swollen mounds rippling with new-found weight. A small gasp of delight was found as she discovered to have something that could actually be called cleavage. And silently, she decided she might have to give Bonnie a small eyeful changing for practice the next time she had the chance.
With a small smirk, Kim glanced over to see Ron's eyes dejectedly cast on the ground, his eye candy officially over. Sighing, Kim could only shake her head. ‘Boys.' she thought mockingly. Little did she know she was about to have a much bigger problem than her childhood friend.
Sitting in her calculus class, Kim was hard at work on the paper in front of her. This was one of the more important tests of the semester counting for a staggering thirty percent of her grade. And, as such, Kim was so focused in the maze of numbers and problems, she didn't even notice her body slowly warming before it was too late.
Eyes trained on her work and struggling to remember the many formulas she'd forced herself to study the night before, a now familiar warmth started in the lower regions of her belly. But this was different than the slight tingles the young woman was used to experiencing every morning. Not only in that it was happening in the middle of the day, but also different in strength. And whereas before the pleasure came upon her like a nudge, present but easy to ignore, she would soon find these sensations particularly more stubborn.
So out of place and focused on the task at hand, her body began to react before she could; A blush that ran down her throat and into the delicate flesh of her décolletage, a slight shift in her posture as she sat up a little more straight, fidgeting in her seat as she rubbed her thighs together in an idle attempt at scratching the beginnings of an itch. It was only when her breast, still larger than she was used to, brushed against the back of her hand that Kim became aware of her condition, a sharp spike of pleasure arcing through her body from the now hard tips clearly visible through her sports bra and top.
Kim's eyes widened, followed by a sharp intake of breath. There was a moment of confusion, but she wasn't so naive as to mistake the sudden heat in her blood or the distinct wetness along her crotch. The only thing she couldn't make sense of was why it was happening. Here. In a classroom where everyone could see her. Immediately her shoulders hunched in a vain attempt at hiding the obvious state of her chest.
Her eyes danced around the room struggling to stay subtle despite her frantic horror. The only thing that gave her a semblance of calm was that everyone looked focused on their own work, oblivious to her pain and humiliation. But this didn't change the fact that she was aware, which is how she knew that these feelings were only getting worse.
A subtle sweat broke across her skin giving the flushed complexion an alluring sheen under the otherwise lifeless florescent lights shining overhead. Her hips were visibly shifting in her seat, unable to keep from resisting the urge to grind her backside against her seat like a dog in heat. She was painfully conscious of her thighs this time as they resumed their feeble attempts at satisfying her cravings. But it only stoked the flames kindling between her legs. And the fact that she couldn't do more lest she be found out was its own kind of hell as she continued to battle between her fear of humiliation and the slowly all-consuming sensations demanding she attend to what she'd been ignoring morning after morning.
Kim took a slow deep breath forcing her body to still. But as panic bubbled in the back of her brain, she struggled to find an explanation for her sudden energy. Could it be possible, while in the midst of figuring the distance of ‘X,' that she had imagined one of her current crushes? Maybe her Mom was using a new detergent for their underwear, and everything she was feeling was some weird allergic reaction? Her brain even considered the possibility that Drakken was involved somehow and this was all yet another attempt at ruining her social life as means of distracting her, so he would be free to do as he liked.
More explanations flashed through her slowly melting brain, each about as likely as the truth. And all the while, she kept trying to continue with her test, the clock ticking above the teacher's desk a constant reminder that she didn't have time for whatever explosion of puberty her body was currently suffering. Unfortunately, that same body was tired of being ignored. And as the sensation of her insides tightening registered in her brain, all other thoughts flew from her wide expression as a small, but audible mewl of pleasure radiated throughout the otherwise silent room.
Were this any other situation, such a quiet noise could have easily gone unnoticed. But in a classroom in the middle of a test, where the only sound is the sound of pencils scratching on paper, it might as well have been played on a loudspeaker. Mortified beyond belief, Kim was forced to sit and watch as every student in the class slowly turned to stare, hushed whispers filling the room.
Ducking her head, Kim's face was several shades brighter than her hair. She could not believe what had just happened. Nor could she explain it. And even worse, despite the indignity, despite literally everyone in the room staring at her, Kim could still feel the resounding throb of her crotch echo with need.
"Kim." The teacher stood from his desk. "Is… everything okay?" And appearing concerned, it was clear by the small look of disbelief that he could see exactly what her problem was.
"U-Um!" Stuttering worse than she had ever before, all Kim could do was try and hide her burning cheeks while desperately thinking of a way out of the room. "C-Can I please use the restroom!?" she asked urgently. And looking up just enough to meet her teacher's eyes, her expression was desperate. Unfortunately, glancing away, the teacher held a look of uncertainty.
"I'm… sorry," he started out, "but, um, you can't leave so long as you're still taking the test. School's rules."
It was her turn to stare incredulously. Kim's eyes were wide as the whispering in the room began to build. She could even hear a few of the boys in the room chuckle. Desperately, she looked at her test, only to groan at the sight of two more pages filled with problems. And in a quick fit of stubbornness, the teen tried to figure how long that could take her. This line of thought was crushed, however, as Kim shifted in her seat, only to feel the soft squelch of soggy clothing against her bottom. At that moment, Kim's face widened in disbelief, before she was standing and thrusting her test into her teacher's hands before fleeing out the door.
Walking as quickly as Kim could deem natural, the dripping teen hurried to find a place to figure out what was happening to her. But moving through the halls, the tight sensation of her belly made the journey surprisingly difficult.
Almost hyper-aware of her core, all she could feel was the sensation of her thighs rubbing against each other. The feeling was too tempting in her vulnerable state. Kim found herself increasing the friction with each step, deliberately searching for what her body craved. This, added with the rubbery consistency her legs seemed to had become, made her walk anything but natural. Which is why, as Kim's eyes caught sight of a girl's bathroom, she almost sobbed in relief as she burst into the room, immediately searching out the nearest stall.
Collapsing onto the toilet, Kim couldn't stop her mouth as a fresh gasp of pleasure escaped. And cursing herself, Kim was lost in the horrifying embarrassment. She could just picture what her classmates must be thinking of her. And that poor teacher…
A deep throb from her crotch forced her attention back at the matter at hand. Tight in her belly, the needy muscles clenched, desperate for something to grab. The redhead wasn't quite sure what she was supposed to do about that. All she wanted was for it to go away! Unfortunately, as Kim's breath continued to increase and her grip on her knees tightened, it was becoming increasingly clear that this was not something she could ignore.
With a small groan of desperation, Kim seriously considered if she should just go home and… take care of herself. But then she remembered there was still a presentation after this class and another test after that one. Damn Midterms! Even if she made it all the way there without driving into a ditch, there was no way she could miss all of that on top of the test she'd just failed.
Laying her head on her lap, Kim gave a small whimper of helplessness. And the fact that, in this position, she could actually smell herself wafting from her jeans only proved to bring her depression that much deeper.
The thought of it was humiliating, disgusting, and possibly even worse than what had just happened in class. But she could not go through the day like she was. And if she couldn't go home, this was the only place she could think to take care of it.
‘Oh god.’ Kim thought miserably.
Lowering her head disgustingly close to the floor, she peered under the stall's walls looking for feet. Next, she took a small peek out of her stall door to make sure the room was completely empty. Satisfied, Kim closed the door, taking one deep breath before unbuckling her pants and allowing them to fall to her ankles.
Removing her panties, Kim felt a shiver of disgust role up her spine as the crotch of the material had to be peeled from her core. Even as they fell to her pants, she could feel even more wetness starting down her leg. Sitting down on the toilet, Kim had to force these thoughts from her mind and focused on the matter at hand.
Casting an uncertain glance at her sex, Kim's cheeks flared at the obscenity of it all. Even if she couldn't see the worst details, there was enough from her angle to earn a grimace. Flushed red, her lips were swollen with arousal and glistening. Through her red hair, her inner folds had opened, ready and willing to accept anything into their center.
Seeing most of this, Kim's stomach churned uncomfortably. Thankfully, as she moved to cup her tingling core, the pleasure of her fingers just resting against the skin helped amazingly in her tolerability.
With a few unsure strokes, Kim rubbed her entire hand against herself, trying to remember what it was that her body had liked. Thankfully, after only a few embarrassing moments, Kim was able to work it out without too much difficulty.
With two fingers, she rubbed them animatedly through her cleft, relishing each time her digits grazed the outer opening of her entrance. Motivated by this, she found herself circling her finger around its rim, tantalized before bringing it back up through her folds to tickle that wonderful bundle of nerves that rested at the very top. She was so wet; her skin glided easily against each other while still delivering the delicious friction she knew she craved. Kim's mind was a fog of lust as she repeated these motions, fighting desperately to give in to her body's cravings.
One thing Kim always hated most about this act, was the sound. Even through her lust, she tried to keep her volume to an absolute minimum. The wet ‘shlick' of her fingers in her sex was horribly embarrassing – especially so since its sound seemed to echo in the small stall. It was gross, disgusting. But the sensation of it made it impossible to stop.
She could even hear the wet dripping of her arousal falling into the water of the toilet. Was it normal to be that wet? She wasn't sure a body should even be capable of so much. It just kept coming. To know that this noise was her only made the situation that much worse as it only seemed to increase in consistency.
As the inside of her stomach clenched, a sensation she was growing more used to, her fingers penetrated her burning entrance. At this point, Kim had made a valiant effort keeping the moans and groans rumbling in her throat from escaping her clenched lips. But feeling the slick warmth of her inner muscles slide around her tiny finger, Kim's voice could not be contained.
Her body exploded to life, finally given what it had been craving this entire time. Kim seemed to realize this at the rush of what could only be described as euphoria peaked as her inner muscles celebrated the object they could clench around – even going so far as to seem to try and draw her deeper into her core. This is how she finally came, her voice moaning like a slut as a new wave of arousal dripped down her wrist and into the toilet water below.
The sound of deep gasping breaths was the only thing that registered in the lonely bathroom stall for the next ten minutes. Kim rested there, the metal piping behind the ceramic bowl digging into the small of her back while her slightly mussed red hair laid against the cool tiled wall. It hadn't ever felt like that before, and the young heroine found herself relishing the afterglow. And if that was how it felt for everyone, Kim couldn't help but take back the disparaging thoughts she harbored for the girls and their locker room talk.
It took a moment, but Kim did finally remember where she was. And feeling her heart lurch, her breath froze while she listened to the silent echo of the room, praying no one had stepped inside in the midst of her self-indulgent pleasure. Thankfully, as no sound could be heard, Kim allowed herself to go limp in her seat.
Aftershocks of pleasure still lingered in the tips of her toes, and the rest of her lower half seemed to hum in contentment. Idly allowing a lone finger to stroke through her puffy lips, the motions sent the most wonderful of sensations through her hips and up her back. She could have stayed there for hours like that, finally given a moment's piece from everything that seemed to be going wrong in her life. But it wasn't meant to last. And just as quickly as it left, Kim slowly righted herself in the toilet seat, a deep line forming between her furrowed brow.
"You have got to be kidding me!" she exclaimed, as a small but notable tingle still dazzled her lady parts. Even worse, she could feel it growing, apparently not yet sated with the single release. With a pitiable whimper, Kim's mind fought to understand why this was happening all over again. Unfortunately, at that very moment, the sound of the third-period bell rang, signaling a great wave of students that would soon be streaming into the halls.
In a quick panic, Kim stood to redress herself, only to cringe at the sensation of her now cold, damp panties molding to her very much heated core. She didn't have much time to muse on this uncomfortable sensation as she was forced to pull her pants up, grabbing her backpack and make the act of flushing the toilet before exiting the halls and rushing out the door.
Not a second too soon it seemed, as the moment she opened the door to leave, two girls stood on the other side about to enter. Pushing past, Kim glanced back to watch them go inside, only to freeze and curdle their faces in unison. "What is that smell!?" one of them gasped. And that was all Kim could take before she pushed herself into the stream of students, her face burning with shame.
Kim lived in a mix of mortification and need for the rest of the school day. The memory of what she'd done and her scene in the classroom was only numbed a bit by the fact that the ache between her legs managed to keep from turning unmanageable as it had been before she'd allowed herself to indulge in her body. Unfortunately, neither did that mean she was completely free from the oppressive sensations. Instead, she was forced to endure in this purgatory with enough mind to comprehend the full brunt of her actions with the heat and desire that tempted her just enough to not care.
Classes were spent with an edge usually reserved for her most dangerous missions. Like an itch, she couldn't scratch, Kim's arousal pulsated inside her panties as if to make sure her mind couldn't focus on anything else. More than once she would find herself thinking hard on a problem or in the middle of an uncomfortable conversation only to become completely sidetracked by a particularly large pang of need.
In her lap, her hands were pressed almost painfully against her leg to control any adventurous fingers. While she managed to keep any vocal emissions from spouting, she was already more than aware of the rumors her math classmates had managed to spread.
The trips between classes were easily the worst part of the time she had left in the day. More than once had she found a group, boys usually, who would spot her and begin to grin obnoxiously. The sight of their eyes staring at her, Kim could almost see their teenage minds conjuring god knows what with her as the star. It made her stomach curdle. And yet, at the same time, Kim could not deny the sudden flush of heat she would experience. Then, not only was she disgusted with boys, but even more so herself.
It was like they could smell her, like pheromones. Ever since leaving the bathroom, Kim was horrified to find the musky stench of her arousal hanging around her in a cloud. No matter what she did, even a fresh blast of the perfume she kept in her locker wasn't enough to clean it from her. By the end of the day, it was enough to make her dizzy. Which is why she was sure, walking into her last class of the day, that there was nothing that could make it even worse than it had been.
So, it only made sense that Ron would be the one to prove her wrong.
She didn't even bother greeting her friend as she all but collapse in her desk. He'd made an attempt to get her attention but had quickly stopped seeing the edge in her gaze. And for a moment, she actually thought that she would be able to make it through the class relatively unscathed, socially speaking. She kept her head down, focusing on the test when it was placed in front of her and even managed to fight her every instinct telling her that it was okay to just brush a finger between her legs or along her breast. But it wasn't okay, and she'd played that game before.
Temptation was the devil's game, and she knew if she allowed herself even one indulgence, it would break whatever walls she'd managed to reinforce against her libido. Pride in her ability to stay strong was evident and only increased as the minutes ticked by and she managed to make some kind of effort in answering her test sheet. The light at the end of the tunnel was almost within her grasp. She just needed to last a little longer.
A moment of weakness is what did her in. Huffing to herself, the mental fatigue urged her to close her eyes for a moment, resting her face in her palm. She was strong, and she knew she could make it. But cracking her eyes open, Ron's face caught her eye already half turned in her direction – ogling her body like a mountain of nachos.
Surprise turned to rage as she traced his line of sight to the front of her shirt. In his defense, the swollen shape of her bust was practically begging for attention with two nubs stubbornly poking through the material of her bra and tank top. This was, of course, news to Kim who immediately flushed while struggling to remember how long they had been like that. Suddenly all the looks she'd been getting throughout the day seemed a lot less paranoid.
Indignation flared like a fire-storm burning away what little thought remained. She openly glared at her friend who hadn't even noticed he'd been caught, apparently that entranced by the pair boobs hanging from her chest. He was supposed to be her friend. She was supposed to be able to trust him. But he couldn't even control himself enough to notice her obviously distressed state?
Normally she tried to spare him the embarrassment of knowing she'd caught him. But this time, she made no attempt at disguising her intent as she crossed both arms over the soft cushion of her chest.
Surprised by his suddenly obscured view, Ron looked up only to find his friend's eyes piercing his own with a heated glare. He naturally flinched back, embarrassed at being caught. All Ron could do was hunker down in his seat in shame.
Kim didn't let up even when he tried to look like a kicked puppy. She needed something to take out her frustration on, and Ron's never-ending list of shortcomings only made it that much easier to stay pissed. It was only the page of questions she had yet to answer left on her test that forced Kim to remember what was important. But by then, her focus was all but shot.
Not really reading the paper, Kim's mind was a race with questions. Had she seriously been walking around all day looking like she was smuggling raisins in her shirt? Why hadn't anyone said anything? Why hadn't she noticed sooner? And the most pervasive, why did Ron have to be such a freaking perv!? Having an answer to none of these, Kim chose to lay her head down on the table, her teeth merciless as they chewed her lip, muffling a muted grown that sounded dangerously close to a moan.
Kim remained lost in her thoughts, bouncing between a long string of curses followed by Ron's name and the test she still had to finish. As such, she didn't even think to pay attention to her own body, nor her hand which appeared to move of its own volition between her thighs. It was easy to do without any kind of thought. The same way a person would reach up to scratch their nose while reading a book. But the inching motion of her fingers continued between her thighs, steadily growing more and more firm in an attempt to reach through the thick layers.
Being in the back of the class, everyone else was too busy to notice. But Ron, horrified at the thought of his best friend being upset with him, found his anxious expression widening as soon as he peeked to gauge her mood. He expected glares. He expected a temper. He expected a whole host of clues explaining how badly he messed up. Which he'd found; but none of that drew his attention as much as the subtle back and forth motion of her wrist pressed between her thighs.
He knew he was risking it, being caught once was bad enough. And if Kim caught him watching a second time, he knew he would be in big trouble. And yet, as a second finger worked itself to join its brother, the young man found himself entranced, unable to look away. Even if he couldn't see her expression, the lithe curve of her back rose and fell with the even tone of her breath. It almost looked like she was sleep. And then the pace began to pick up, leaving his expression impossibly struck with a dense pressure building in his pants.
With a heavy sigh, Kim's breath increased as a gentle pleasure continued to grow in her pants. Lost in her head, she tortured herself with the memory of her earlier release. She might have called it disgusting at the time, but right then she would have found an empty bathroom a godsend. The thought of her fingers on her sex yet again, drawing the same pleasure as before made her drip with need – a new-found humidity starting to stain the inside of her panties. It wasn't until her fingers pressed deliciously into the seam of her pants, right where her clit was, that she gasped, realizing what she was doing.
Her entire body clenched, green eyes stretched wide inches from her desk. Her posture righted in a moment, red hair dancing around her flushed expression as she sat ramrod straight in her seat. But as she thought to look around for any unwanted attention, her face almost immediately found itself turning to an equally wide-eyed Ron. And watching him watching with what appeared to be a very obvious erection tenting the front of his cargo pants, for the first time Kim understood how it felt to honestly and truly want to die.
In the horrible moments that followed where their eyes connected, each person locked into each other's gaze. The air was thick and hard to breathe. Time seemed to stretch on forever. Which is why, when the bell suddenly rang and broke the spell, Kim immediately stood to blaze outside of the room before her friend had any chance to make the situation even worse and speak.
The ride home was a blur as Kim sped through the streets of her hometown. The only thing that challenged the embarrassment she'd just experienced was arousal she had to fight in the limited privacy of her car. For a moment, she'd actually considered giving in right then and there, hoping that the surrounding parked cars would be enough for just a quick one. But she managed to hold fast, gripping her steering wheel to the point to breaking throughout the entirety of the limited traffic leading out of school grounds.
The idle vibration of the car's engine reverberating through her seat made it hard to think about anything, in fact. Thankfully, the road to school was fairly short and only upon her arrival home did she remove her fingers from the crotch of her pants, the inside of her lips chewed raw by the shear stress and frustration.
Kim was inside her home and up the stairs to her room as fast as her legs could carry her. Basking in the privacy and comfortable familiarity of her own space, the teenage girl found herself faced with an entirely new problem as it seemed she could not remove her pants fast enough. Huffing a warm puff of frustrated air, the button eventually broke in her haste, popping free from the material only to be forgotten as the redhead threw herself onto her bed.
Just being free from the confines of her pants was already amazing. In the cool air of her home, Kim shivered, feeling a gentle draft blow against the warm juices trailing down the inside of her thighs. she opened her legs to expose her panty-clad sex which had been reduced to little more than a dark stain the covered the whole of the strip of striped cotton laid against her lips. A look of trepidation on her face lasted only a moment before it was clear she could hold back no longer.
Whatever was wrong with her, whatever was forcing her to act like… like this, Kim would worry about it later. All morning and afternoon she had suffered, toiling over the matter until her mind had become numb with stress. It was amazing how little it takes to break a person. One itch over a long enough period of time and even the strongest mind can crack under the need.
Forgetting her day, forgetting Ron, forgetting everything, Kim's mind shut down as her fingers pressed into the pillowy softness of her sex. And without regard for her or her family, Kim's voice could not be contained any longer as she moaned, a long and drawn out symphony of need and lust just waiting to devour her.
Kim's fingers pushed in and out of her silken walls at a speed one might worry. Even the sound of it, wet flesh moistening even further than it already was, bounced throughout the once so innocent room. And too lost in her own lust, Kim could not even hear it. Nor her moans, or even the little voice in her head yelling, ‘What the hell is happening to me!?'
Instead, all she could focus on was the soft, wet sensation of her own insides wrapping around her exploring fingers as though they would never let them go again.
Starting with just one finger inside her virginal opening, the lack of sensation forced Kim to quickly upgrade to a second. The initial burn of feeling herself stretch to accommodate was forgotten in the pleasure that forced the small of her back to arch off the mattress. Feeling especially adventurous, Kim's gasping breath paused as she took a moment to force the two digits as deeply into her body as her biology would allow. The result? A fluttering breath escaping in a single rush as she laid back and savored the sensation of her inner muscles slipping past the length of her fingers.
In the back of her mind, Kim couldn't help but still find herself unsatisfied by the means she was given to tend to her own hormones. Her fingers were soft, tiny, feminine, and even if she didn't rationally comprehend how she was lacking, all she understood was the frustration. That what she was doing wasn't enough. That it wouldn't scratch the itch that had been bothering her for the last four hours. And that what she really wanted was considerably… bigger than what she had available.
Her imagination started to fill in the gaps telling her what she wanted as images of boys started to rise to the surface. Some she knew from school, be them crushes or just particularly attractive specimens. Others were celebrities, people she would never hope to meet but still had managed to draw her eyes for one reason or another.
Suddenly she could feel something inside of her shirt, the heat in her belly growing eager. Her fingers reacted accordingly, spearing deeper into the tight hole of struggling muscles. The following pleasure quickly eliminated any hesitation.
It wasn't like she wasn't interested in boys. She was like any other girl her age. It was just, after three long years of struggling to balance relationships and feelings and everything else in her life, dating had quickly fallen in her list of priorities. She'd just accepted that the time for that kind of thing would have to wait. Her body was very clearly stating its opinion on the matter.
She found herself imagining a boy in the bed with her then. That it was his fingers pressing into her sex, longer and thicker than her own. She imagined how it would feel to enjoy their sturdy frame against hers. And, eventually, she even imagined that sturdy frame laying on top of her and how it would feel when they pressed inside her body. Her fingers were a poor imitation, but the idea alone seemed to be enough for her body to scream in approval sending her over the edge she'd been chasing from the moment she walked through the door.
A warm tingle spread throughout her hips as her lower body openly rolled against her fingers. This was different from the pleasure she'd experienced in the bathroom. She could feel it, a wave of sensations tightening, tightening, and continuing to tighten until she was sure she would break. Until finally something inside of her snapped, and a long moan filled the air.
Lightning like energy danced across her now sweat sodden flesh. It radiated from the base of her spine and seemed to spread throughout her entire body. And yet, through all of this, her hands kept working, in fact seeming even faster in an attempt to prolong the aching pleasure for even a moment longer.
She didn't know who she was anymore. She wasn't Kim; she never thought she would act this way. And yet even the thought of stopping was almost enough to cause physical pain in her sexually starved frame. Finally, she was allowed a moment to rest, the whole of her body falling back onto the bed like the boneless sack of meat she was.
Kim was dazed as she stared up at her ceiling, eyes unfocused as she relished in the pleasant ache that permeated her figure. Her lungs actually burned as she panted for breath, a feat not easily achieved. The pleasure. The exhaustion. The… the peace. God, she couldn't remember the last time she felt this relaxed. It was a sensation Kim had never felt before, and before she was even aware of her thoughts, she found that she was already looking forward to doing it again.
Her skin was already flushed, but she still managed to find enough warm blood to noticeably darken her round face. Kim chastised herself for already planning to do… this again, and so soon after the first time. Honestly, what was wrong with her? She didn't have time to waste rolling around with herself in bed. She had homework, tests to make up for, grades to keep up. But, rolling her nipple between her fingers, Kim found the stressful reminders rolling off her back in a way she'd never been able to.
It was just so easy to want to forget about everything but how she was feeling at that moment. She felt drunk and high and happy enough to smile as she stretched along her bed, a gentle sigh blowing from her nose. She would fix all of that later. Definitely. At the moment, however, she could already feel a stirring in her crotch that once again demanded she continue her not so gentle ministrations and she was helpless but to oblige.
She was so… tried. All Kim wanted was to fall asleep and drift away into the wonderment of her first real orgasm. But with her breast in one hand, and the other still buried in the sopping mess that was her sex, Kim could only groan before gearing up for round two. All the while completely oblivious to her cracked door, open just enough for a single blue eye to peer inside and watch its plan unfold.
OoOoOoO
Awoken by a sharp bang, Kim's eyes blinked only to find her mother inside her room standing beside a now open window. Not quite awake, Kim stretched her limbs, groaning in the wonderful sensation it brought. It was only as her arms settled back onto her stomach, feeling the stringy texture of a towel, that Kim looked down to see the single barrier between her naked body and the person she called, Mom.
Immediately, the fog that had settled in Kim's mind lifted as she gasped, grasping the blue towel to her chest as she scrambled to cover herself. Memories of what she'd been doing before she dozed off and what her Mom must have walked in on flashed like the most horrifying vision. "MOM!" she exclaimed, her face burning with disbelief. "G-Get out! What are you doing!?"
Appearing truly shocked by her daughter's outburst, Ann Possible didn't even blink at her daughter's state of undress. Instead, she continued to act as if everything were normal, even offering her child a small smile. "Your fathers on his way home from work with the boys. I heard you were having a bit of alone time when you got home, and I just thought you'd prefer to… give the room a little air before they get back." And as if Kim wasn't embarrassed enough, Ann had the decency to cover her mouth as she took a breath, the scent of her daughter's vagina still heavy in the air.
Feeling her heart stop, Kim stared at her mother mortified beyond belief. "Heard?" Kim squeaked, her voice shrinking as her eyes grew. "Were you home?!" And already Kim just imagine it as her Mom sat in the living room, listening as her daughter fingered herself into oblivion because her stupid body decided to go haywire.
"I had a half day," Ann conceded, her smile as cheerful as ever. "You knew that, right?" and seeing her daughter's expression of devastation, followed by her dropping her head into her hands, Ann had to understand that no, no she had not. Oh well.
"Oh Kim," Ann chastised. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about! It's perfectly natural for a woman's body in your age group to feel spikes in arousal. It just means you're healthy." Kim's embarrassment increased, horrified that this conversation was still happening. That said, hearing that her… condition wasn't some horrible disease did manage to pierce her clenched expression.
"Really?" she asked with a bit of hope. Her mother was a doctor after all. And if she said it was natural… But, Kim didn't see any other the other girls creaming themselves in the middle of a school day!
"Of course! I would be more worried if you didn't masturbate. God knows you’re not taking care of that any other way. And letting all that sexual energy build up, it's very unhealthy. Not to mention the effects it can have on your hormones."
Perking up, if only slightly, Kim gave a small sigh of relief at finally understanding everything that had been happening to her. The sudden arousal, the exhaustion, her boobs, for a moment she had begun to worry that something was really wrong with her. But nope. Turns out all she needed was a good finger and an afternoon. They certainly never explained that in health class.
With a glance down, Kim jumped as she had actually forgotten she was still naked. And doctor or not, it was still SUPER awkward with her mother just… standing there. In a fit of desperation, she glanced around her room looking for the sparest glance of panties she might salvage. Unfortunately, added to the kindness of covering her daughter's passed out nude body and airing out the sex-scented room, Ann seemed to have taken it upon herself to gather and wash her musk laded clothes and underwear as well.
Griping aside, Kim really did have to thank her mother for opening the window. As the fresh air poured in, she could smell less and less of herself as it emptied out into the night. The scent of it was more than overpowering in the small box of her room. Even now, it swirled around her, filling her lungs and her head. She could practically taste it.
And the thought that her mother had walked into the thick of it, breathing the full brunt of her arousal was worse than anything Kim could imagine.
Unbelievably, as Kim mulled over the horrors of her night, the sensation of her sex, tingling with newfound desire, forced her to stop and blink in utter disbelief. And to make matters worse, after sending a self-conscience glance at her mother, Ann seemed to understand almost immediately, reading her daughter's body language like a book.
Offering the teen an understanding smile, Ann swallowed before moving closer to the bed and sitting down – much to her daughter's disbelief. With moistening loins, Kim's discomfort level tripled into the thousands as her mother's hand fell onto her towel covered thigh, giving it a soft pat.
"Well, I shouldn't keep you. It seems you need a bit of privacy." Ann couldn't help but give a small smile. "Just one last thing before I go."
Reaching below her daughter's bed, Ann pulled free the little present she had acquired in her daughter's slumber. After a bit of searching, her fingers finally grasped the long cylinder before pulling it into view.
Kim's jaw dropped.
Held in her mother's hand was a medium sized vibrator about six inches in length. Before she could even begin to release the freak out that was going on in her head, Kim was helpless but to accept the offered item as Ann dropped in her hand, still acting like nothing was wrong. Even though Kim knew this had to be at least a little strange!
"Oh, don't look at me like that," Ann chastised, registering Kim’s incredulous expression. "Honestly, I should have gotten you one years ago." Moving a little closer on the bed, Ann tried not to let her eyes linger on Kim's exposed flesh. Although, it seemed she couldn't help at least one glance at the exposed collarbone and the plump cleavage just below. Swallowing against her oddly dry throat, the mother forced her eyes back to Kim's face and smiled soothingly. Her daughter really was a young woman.
"Kim, I know it's embarrassing. But it's my job as your mother to make sure you have everything you need to stay healthy and happy. And trust me, this," she ran her finger down the pleasurable electronic, "will make you happy. I know I ran through my share of batteries when I was your age."
And in response to her mother's words, Kim's expression froze, the reality of what she was talking about seeping into her mind. Clearly, her mother had suffered some sort of brain damage because this was nowhere near the touching mother-daughter talk she obviously thought they were having.
Ew!
"But, hey," Ann relented as she stood up from the bed. "If it makes you that uncomfortable, you don't have to use it. In fact, if you want, you can just throw it in the back of your closet and forget about this whole conversation."
Falling silent, Ann stood at the edge of Kim's bed and watched her daughter squirm uncomfortably. Whether that was due to what she was holding, or the growing dampness of her crotch, Ann couldn't be sure. But regardless, she knew she should give Kimmie her privacy.
Walking towards the door, the mother of three was about to leave, only to stop at the sound of her daughter's voice.
"Mom," she called, a surge of red coloring her cheeks. Staring down at the object in her hands, her expression remained begrudging. Never the less, Kim had to admit her mother had been a lot cooler about this than she had ever imagined. Horrifyingly nonchalant and awkward, but still cool. The least she could do was tell her so. "Thanks," she finally worked up the courage, her face darkening even further as her fingers explored the phallus-like object in her hands.
Ann simply smiled, a soft, gentle smile that only a mother's love could express. "Of course, sweetie. I'd do anything in the world to make you happy." And seeing her daughter look up, a soft smile curling at the edge of her lips, Ann's heart swelled with the knowledge of things to come. "I left a glass of milk by your bed if you want it," she continued after a time. And stepping out of her daughter's room, Ann couldn't help it as she ducked her head back in, a cheeky grin gracing her features. "Something tells me you worked up quite a thirst." And much to her amusement, Ann couldn't help but chuckle at the ‘kill me now' expression that consumed Kim's entire being.
Closing the door behind her, Ann rested her back against the frame. In the silence that followed, she closed her eyes focusing on the sounds she could make out from the other side. It was quiet for the most part, with a few small sounds of ruffled fabric and squeaky springs. And as the lack of activity continued, a spark of worry started in the older woman's clear blue eyes. But she shouldn't have bothered as soon as the soft sound of vibration started to buzz from the other side.
Ghosting down the stairs as to not make any noise, Ann hummed softly to herself. She knew what her Kimmie was going through. Those pills had quite the side effects, after all. When she had been the one taking them, poor James had a limp after she had been through with him. She could only hope that her daughter's new toy would be enough to keep her satisfied until the next phase of what was to come.
Part of her was hoping that she wouldn't need any more meddling and that the heightened arousal in addition to her daughter's misconception of her supposed protection would be enough for a pregnancy to happen on its own. It would be so much easier for everyone if she took some boy home to take care of her needs. But the more rational aspect of her personality recognized that just wasn't her daughter. No, it looked like it was time to start getting ready to find her first grandchild's daddy. Thankfully, she had just the young man in mind.
Ann was still humming a pleasant tune as she mused on this – standing in front of the stove and mixing a pot of noodles. Clearly, her position hadn't changed in the time since she started this little crusade. And if anything, she found herself even more eager to see the culmination of her machinations come to fruition. The only thing that did give her pause was an oddly pleasant heat swelling between her legs in addition to her normally pleasant glow.
Ann blinked at the unexpected arousal, thinking herself too old for the sporadic passion she'd enjoyed in her youth. Though, to be honest, she'd gotten the same reaction watching her daughter through the door earlier that day. She'd been too busy at the time to explore or even consider the pleasant tingles, driving to the nearest sex store for her daughter's gift. But as she looked at the oven and saw she still had another forty minutes before the timer went off, a pleasant smile lifted her mature features as she recalled a little toy hidden in the back of her own dresser.
Letting the noodles in the pan simmer, Ann's heels clicked along the linoleum floor of her kitchen as she moved for her and James' room. And just before closing the door, Ann reminded herself to be sure to pick up some batteries later. Something told her they were going to be running short very soon.
A/N: a big thank you once again to everyone who took the time to leave a comment/review. And even those of you that left a review, deleted said review, only to leave yet another review and repeat the process the next day. Haha, looking at you Alibi. Just letting you know I enjoyed each and everyone of them. Hope to hear from you again, as well as the rest of you.
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