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La Petite Journey	By : battleaxe Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 38907 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 5

Kim sat upon the edge of the desk chatting into a speaker phone; it was enormous next to her diminutive frame. The phone in question was in a small office located in the upper floor of the Stoppable home and occasionally used by the master of the house in his roll as an actuary. “Mom” Kim asked innocently enough “can I stay over at Ron’s tonight?” it was a simple enough question.

“Kim you know how I feel about you and sleep overs!”

“But Mom nothing going to happen. I promise.”

On the other end of the line her mother was adamant “No Kim, I know you mean well but I don’t think I want you staying over. You can have dinner then come home later.”

“But mom.”

“No Kim!” her mother’s voice was firm.

Kim looked up dejected, the view of Mr. Stoppable’s smiling face engulfed almost her entire view, it was after all his office and she was sitting on his desk. Ron’s father was not a tall man but built more along the lines of a barrel with think heavy arms coated in thin film of light fur. He picked up the phone, hung up the speaker and brought the receiver to his ear and began to speak. “Hello…yes it is…ha ha…” Kim couldn’t hear what her mother had to say but she would let Mr. Stoppable work on her mom.

“No tonight the pair of us have to go out to another speaking dinner….yes actuary of the year brings many free meals. I figure Ron could use all the help he can get….Yes Hanna can be quite the handful especially after a long nap. Well about Kim staying over…yes that thought is on both are minds but in this case I think I can guarantee nothing will happen between the pair.” Finally he was getting to the point something Kim herself had wished to avoid. “I’m guessing something happened when the pair went out this afternoon and well how to I explain this…” Ron’s dad looked for the right words “She’s about the size of a pixy.” Kim glowered at that particular comment. “A very annoyed little pixy.” There was a long pause in which Kim could imagine her mother’s reaction as not being at all pleased.

Kim watched as Mr. Stoppable just nodded receiver pressed to his ear occasionally he would chuckle slightly at some unheard statement before finally “…ya no problem I’ll let her know…yes thank you…bye now.” And with that he hung up the phone. “Well I don’t think your mother was all that pleased.”

Kim sighed she wasn’t surprised. She was sitting on top of the desk perched upon a large paperweight, her present volume was slightly smaller than a good sized ruler for she had been struck by the beam and was now reduce in size to the extent that a doll could look her in the eye. She was so not delighted at her present predicament. “So what did she say?” Kim asked not really wishing to know the answer.

“Well how should I put this?” With the same characteristic scratching the back of his neck Mr. Stoppable began. “Let’s just say she’s not happy but willing to let you sleep over and leave it at that.” Some things are probably best left unsaid. “But I think she wants a picture of you.” This surprised Kim “I think she as a scrapbook of all your misadventures…this one will most likely go near the picture of Skippy in the Nanna dress. I’m not sure what that means?”

Kim let her face fall into her hands embarrassed “You don’t really want to know.”

“Fine I’ll just ask Ron later. You want help heading to the kitchen?” He held out a large open hand ready to carry her down the impossibly large stairs.

Xxxxx

Mrs. Possible shook her head in aggravation as she placed the receiver of the telephone back onto its resting place. She knew full well that these sort of things didn’t happen to others, at least those she conversed with at work. They all had normal kids not the sort who saved the world in the off hours. She’d been through so many unnatural disasters that this one didn’t come as a complete surprise, the only thing that came as a surprise was the fact that her little girl could keep coming up with some new form of oddity to prevail upon herself. Turning into a toddler one week, a monkey the next, truth rays, evil scientists and goodness know what next.

Ss she turned away and headed back into the kitchen she thought to herself, her two sons; who were constantly bringing the house down upon everybody’s heads, but didn’t seem to have the desire to spar with super villains or the like. As her designer heals clicked across the tiled floor of the kitchen she’d have to interrupt their experiments and call the pair in for diner.

Xxxxx

Dinner had been very minuet, at least for Kim. Mr. and Mrs. Stoppable had gone out to their function and Ron had been forced to cook up a meal for the four remaining behind. Hana’s dinner had been mashed into an unappetizing paste while the rest had a large helping of what would have been a marvelous banquet. Unfortunately it was realized too late that the helping Kim got would be far too massive to even attempt, thus forcing her to use her hands to eat the remains of the paste left over in Hana’s bowls. Ron and Rufus on the other hand made a superhuman effort to finish off Kim’s platter; rarely were there leftovers in the Stoppable household.

Now Kim was sitting on the couch with Rufus, Hana was out of site just below playing on the floor. The group was about to watch what had become Rufus’s favorite movie. It was a silly little cartoon about a rodent who moves to Paris with a dream of cooking fine cuisine and ends up taking control of a human by pulling on his hair. Immediately after the show Rufus had likewise attempted this feat of human controlling and not surprisingly it didn’t work, much to the chagrin of both parties but for completely different reasons.

Ron was in the kitchen popping corn before the show began, how he could put more food into his stomach she had no idea they had just eaten less than an hour ago. The obvious was not lost on poor tiny Kim, at not much more than eight inches tall there was no way she could snack, the kernels would be the same size as her head. Kim was beginning to feel depressed; her parents would be upset thinking of what she and Ron could be doing at a sleepover, diner had been an unappetizing mess. Furthermore she hadn’t been able to shower after their mission mostly because she had no clothes to change into so she was still in the purple shirt and heavy black slacks of her mission clothes all of which were covered in dust. She would have to wait until Wade managed to find Drakken and Ron to get her resized or go through the proper channels and get brought back to normal the bureaucratic way, unfortunately that could take months.

She was awoken out of her pity fit by a loud heavy slap upon the edge of the chesterfield. Hana had crawled up and with her usual smiling happy face wished to play. Kim grinned realizing too late that playing with Hana could be fatal. “Hana no!” she screeched and one thick baby hand lunged outwards snagging her firmly about the waste. Crying out as loud as she could “Ron help!” Kim was dragged cross the sofa, her tiny fists pounding in hopes of being let go. Violently Kim was flung about only to be brought back down harshly into the fabric of the couch her petite hips and legs feeling crushed.

Rufus joined in the fracas his tiny claws prying open mighty fingers. Kim let out a scream as she was lifted upwards towards the waiting mow of the child. All her babysitting days had not prepared her for being slobbered upon by a small child; she was nothing more than a play thing.

“Hana No!” Ron yelled dropping the bowl of popcorn and lunging toward his baby sister. Hana shrieked as he seized hold of her tiny fingers. Kim could feel the hands tighten as the little girl held fast to her prize. An eternity seemed to pass while Kim was flung about and battered before she tumbled free crashing to the padding. She hadn’t even had a chance to stagger away from her landing point before giant hands grabbed hold of her sending her skyward once more. “No Hana this is Ron’s…girlfriend. You can’t play with this one.”

Breathing heavily ready to collapse from exertion Kim let herself be held against the breast of her boyfriend. “You ok KP?” asked her concerned boyfriend holding her gently, his one enormous finger tenderly brushing her saliva coated hair from before her face. Kim’s clothing was all crinkled and damp, her body battered from the encounter, even when captured by an arch-villain she had never felt so helpless. She was trying her utmost not to burst into tears.

Letting her breathing return to normal Kim never let go of her lover. Although the only thing she held onto was his shirt, the pounding of his heart through the fabric caused vibrations through her whole body and that was more than enough. One hand held her firmly to his chest the other with fingers casually brushing up and down her whole body. “I won’t let that happen again KP. I Promise!”

At least she had stopped trembling but still she forced the tears back, why all of a sudden did she need comforting. She’d never needed it before, ever since she’d gotten herself a boyfriend did she feel the need to cuddle and be comforted and that didn’t include the several occasions she felt like bursting into tears. “She could hear Ron whispering things to her, most likely trying to comfort her in his own weird ways and she loved him for it.

He sat down upon the couch still holding her tightly, that had been a strange sensation for her as the rocking motion pounded her against his chest. Staying like that for several wondrous minutes, feeling the warmth of his body, the gentle caress of his fingers the rhythmic falls of his breathing lifting her about. Kim lifted her head and stared at her man.

It wasn’t as romantic as she would have thought originally, she could see straight up his nose and his face was quite distorted. The collar of jersey made his chin disappear and his ears looked positively enormous. “Ron…”

“Yes sweetheart?” She was tickled pink he’d never called her that before.

“Do you think Hana should be eating popcorn at her age?”

“What…? No…Hana…please out of that…stop…Ah man.” Kim watched as the little girl shoved another piece in her mouth and crunched it down. Ron’s job may be a little more difficult tomorrow.

Xxxxxx

It was later in the evening as Mrs. Dr. Possible started to unwind from a long hard day. The mountain of paperwork required to be a brain surgeon never seemed to get accomplished during working hours was finally completed. Regardless of the fact that it was almost nine in the evening it was time for her to unwind and the best was to do that was a relaxing dip in a tub of hot water. Slipping into her bedroom she began by closing the door to keep out unwanted noise.

Sliding her tight little bottom onto the edge of the bed she removed her much adored purple heals, they were starting to show some wear and should be taken to the cobblers for a wee bit of maintenance. The colour was in need of shine, scuffs were present upon the toe and the striking tall heal was beginning to wear upon on side throwing off the balance slightly. Normally she would place them inside the closet where she had an impressively large shoe tree that spread out all directions. But tonight her husband would either be late or not home at all. Crossing her legs at the ankle she slowly massaged one foot then the other ensuring she worked the muscles out of each dainty set of toes.

With each pair of tootsies carefully worked mother Possible straightened both legs out before her and let her heals lay upon the soft carpet. The toes wiggled about beneath their thin film layer of light purple stocking. Smiling as she glanced down she would soon need to return to the salon for a pedicure.
Standing upright she slipped the jacket of her business suit off and tossed the fabric upon the bed. Next she reached behind and unhooked the button that held the short skirt together; with that unfastened the zipper unlaced with noisy zip. That bit fell easily to the floor and she gracefully stepped out before picking the cast off up with one set of toes and flicking it through the air so that bit fell near by the other unwanted piece of garb.

Feeling slightly liberated from the constraint Mrs. Possible let out a long wonderful stretch. As her body twisted about the hips and her back arched pushing her perky little breasts against the thin cloth that made up her blouse. A low moan escaped from her thin lips as she straightened her thin willowy frame. Long graceful surgeon’s fingers flicked at the buttons upon her cream white shirt, one by one the tiny clear plastic buttons came unfastened revealing the lacy dark purple bra underneath. As the top was added to the growing pile of discarded clothing the elder Possible woman turned to look upon herself in the full length mirror fastened to the back of her bedroom door. In it was revealed a very striking woman in her middle years.

Her body was tall and thin as it had always been; unfortunately it took a little more careful dieting and exercise to maintain that thin stomach and taunt little backside. Atop a strong face was a mane of bright red hair, almost a shocking orange that held few hints of grey. She imagined those were caused by a high stress job and even higher stress family but she loved them anyway. Beautiful watery blue eyes stared back from the reflection, below was a cheeky little nose and a thin pair of lips that had a liberal coating of red that glowed in the bright light. Faded now was the rouse that had dabbed her checks and the eye shadow was almost gone as well.

The neck that held up this loving face was long and thin and enjoyed having the right lips kiss their way along its length. At one point early on she would have allowed almost anyone, man or woman to engage her in a passionate embrace but now she needed only one man and unfortunately he was away at a rocket shoot this evening.

The only thing that remained of her clothing was the deep lilac undergarments. The brassier was accented in black and the fabric almost translucent showing off the erect brown nipple. Its design was to push her small but still perky breasts upwards allowing the beautiful firm roundness that was her tits to highlight the cleavage. The panties were just as beguiling and just as flimsy with two thin spaghetti straps running over her hips, covering very little more than the pelvic region. Inside was a neatly trimmed set of fur the identical match to what lay atop her head. Or has she over heard what would most likely become her son-in-law say. “The collar and cuffs both match.” That was a comment about her daughter’s appearance.

Mrs. Dr. P was an old fashioned kind of girl and enjoyed looking sexy, the skirt of her business suit was cut very short letting those who cared to glance, and many did both male and female, at a stunning set of long toned slim legs. The only time she didn’t dress sexy was when she was up to her elbows in brains and that was more often than she liked. Being kind of old fashioned meant, at least for her, stocking to bring out the smoothness of her legs and a suspender belt to hold them nicely in place.

Standing upright Mrs. P carefully undid the fasteners holding the stocking to the matching belt; she had no desire to ruing the pair at this late point of the day. Raising one leg toe pointed against the edge of her bed she tenderly rolled the silk down the length of her leg. The ball grew larger has it slipped down her thigh, gracefully over her knee then down her strong firm calf muscle. Once the thin fabric had glided past her ankle her fingers slipped between the silk and her flesh removing the bit of textile. With a long practiced flick of her wrist her stocking uncoiled like a streamer in the wind. Once completed the other leg received the same procedure, completing the process.

Flexing her fingers slightly the elder Possible woman ran her hands beneath her still firm breasts feeling the weight of her small but well sized bosom. Upon the dead center in the forefront of the bra was the catch holding her girls in place and with the slightest of flicks the two sections gave way. Once free of their confinement the two rocked about for a moment before settling nicely upon her chest.

The belt unlocked at the back, its tentacles dancing upon the slight breeze as it sailed onto the pile that would eventually have to make it into the wash or dry cleaners. The final piece was the easiest; for it had no clips or fastening just several simple straps holding it to her hips. It was an easy procedure hooking her thumbs she pushed down letting the flimsy bit of nothingness bunch up slightly between her legs. Bending at the waist she thrust the panties down, over her calves and down to her ankles, where she stepped out and stood up straight revealing a wondrous MILF in all her naked glory.

Beginning one great stretch, hands upon her hips, letting her back arch fully she could feel all the muscles along her sides begin to pull as one. Twisting first one way then the other her breasts along with nipples that jutted outward rose to the occasion and shifted as one with the remainder of the body. Bending over with legs pressing together she finished off by touching her toes with the tips of her fingers. Head pressed against her knees and if she had her eyes open she could see in the mirror a lovingly maintained red haired pussy staring back at her.

Slowly shifting back to a full upright position she felt a little light headed as the blood momentarily left the confines of her brain. With a deep breath she blinked several times and turned towards the bath her husband shared with her. It wasn’t large but it had a pleasant sized tub along with the necessary sink and toilet. Although the downside was that there didn’t seem to be enough room for all his pile of shaving equipment to co-exist with her mass of beauty supplies.

Flipping the water on to a scorching warm temperature she began rummaging through the cupboard for the necessary bits to make it more enjoyable. A scented candle was lit and placed on the lip of the tub near one end for the proper ambiance. Several drops of bubble bath were dribbled into the fast flowing water exiting the spigot and beginning to work almost immediately, churning the liquid into a white frothy lather.

Sitting in her birthday suit upon the very edge of the tub the exquisite mother of our favorite heroine leaned with one hand dangling into the water ensuring it was the right temperature and that the depth was acceptable. It took several minutes for the fast flowing liquid to reach the height she desired, enough to cover her body fully, yet not enough to spill over the edge when she submersed herself.

Moments after shutting the water down, she slide herself down into the heated water letting the heat flow all about her flesh. With a sigh Mrs. Possible leaned backwards, resting her back and heat against the far wall with only the tips of her knees rising out of the froth of white foam, legs open water flowing over her uncovered sex.
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