Adult-FanFiction.org : Cartoons

The World Must Never Know	By : fulwiz123 Category: Kim Possible > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 53068 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. Real people, places, and events are used in a fictitious manner. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.

Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
The World Must Never Know
Part One - The Project

Written by fulwiz
Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. Real people, places, and events are used in a fictitious manner. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.
Warning: This story contains explicit sexual situations, intense violence, torture, rape, death, incest, and many other mature themes.

Chapter 07: Changed.

(Possible Residence - Middleton, Colorado - August 27th, 2002)

Thirteen year old Kim Possible sat at her desk, waiting for her computer to boot up. The blank screen showed her a dim reflection of herself. Her red hair hung down past her shoulders, a new look she was trying out since she decided to stop wearing it in a ponytail. It was a change prompted by the removal of her braces. Finally! She smiled, with perfectly straight teeth, at her reflection, just before it turned into the image of her website.
She never would have imagined, when she started the site a year ago, how much it would come to dominate her life. What began as a way to earn extra spending money to supplement her allowance, doing odd jobs and babysitting, quickly turned into something much more.
Helping people out of bad “Sitches” was exciting and fun, but along with cheerleading and her other extracurricular activities, it ate up most all her free time. She wasn't sure how it came to be, but she was rapidly becoming the go-to girl when it came to saving the world.
Now that she was out of Junior High, and had High School looming on the horizon, she knew changes would have to be made. With the support and encouragement of her parents, and best friend Ron, she intended to keep helping people.
The first change came a week ago, when she dropped out of the Pixie Scouts. She was also considering cutting back on her time with the Rocket Rangers, her father's pet project to show kids the wonders of science. She knew he would be disappointed if she did, so she was still on the fence about it. The thought of dumping cheerleading, or her martial arts classes, was a fleeting and instantly rejected. Those she would keep doing, she enjoyed them too much to stop.
With a click of the mouse, she called up the message board for her website. It surprised her to see only one new one. Mrs. Gilmore needed someone to feed her cats, all seven of them, while she was out of town tomorrow. Kim considered turning it down, but it was only one day and she wouldn't have to deal with litter box issues for so short a time. She tapped out a reply and sat back in her chair.
For the first time, in a long time, she had nothing to do for the rest of the afternoon. Something else occurred to her. She was also home alone. Her parents were still at work and her rambunctious brothers were away at science camp. Even her best friend Ron was not around. He was stuck at home cleaning his room. She knew he would be at that enormous task for hours.
A secretive smile formed on her lips.
She got up from her desk and went to the trap door in the middle of the floor that served as the main entrance to her bedroom. She pushed the latch bolt into place, then went to the upstairs hallway door and locked it too. Normally, her parents didn't allow her to lock either one, but right now, she wanted an extra measure of privacy, just in case someone came home unexpectedly.
Sitting down on the edge of her futon bed, she kicked her sneakers off. Her pants quickly followed. She reached up beside her pillow and picked up her favorite stuffed toy, her Pandaroo. Then, wearing only her socks, pink panties, and t-shirt, she carried her toy back over to her computer desk. She sat the plushy Cuddle-Buddy beside the keyboard and began typing in a website address.
The last few months brought another change to Kim Possible's life. A big one. Her body was maturing. She was on the cusp of womanhood. It was a change that brought with it feelings and desires she never had before. This was a perfect, and rare, opportunity for her to do something about it outside of the shower, or late at night with her face stuffed into her pillow to muffle any sounds she made.
She hit the enter button, and her website disappeared from the screen. It was replaced with the main page of Hottie-Studs.com. The image of a handsome, muscular, and very naked man greeted her eyes. Her gaze went from his face, down past his hard abs, to his enormously erect penis. At the same time her hand slipped between her legs to touch the damp spot in the soft cloth of her panties, caused by her anticipatory wetness.
Her fingers curled as she stroked herself through the fabric. A familiar tingle was stirring inside her belly as she clicked on one image after another. She licked her lips as image after image of hard, throbbing, cocks passed before her. She tried to imagine what it would be like to touch one. Lick one. Feel one penetrating her innermost being. More images passed but, try as she might, she couldn't reach that special place. She needed something more.
Her, now sodden, panties hit the floor. She picked up Pandaroo and sat it between her legs. It's face, and tiny button nose, pressed up against her pleasure bud. She trapped the toy between her thighs and began to rock back and forth. With both hands now free, she typed in another web address. This one showed much more explicit content than the last.
Pictures of men and women together flashed before her eyes as she rode her toy. The feelings were getting better and better as she saw men driving themselves into all sorts of beautiful women. She let out a sigh as she tried to imagine herself in their place. Her own barely mature body replacing their rounded hips and large succulent breasts, as the men in the pictures did all those things to her. Her gaze fixed on one pic. The man was buried deep inside of the woman's pink and inviting looking pussy. Her breath came faster and she could feel the heat building within her, but still, it wasn't enough.
A blush formed on her cheeks, overwhelming the flush of desire she was fighting to achieve. She looked away from the screen for a moment, checking to make sure her doors were securely locked. She needed something else. Something that would send her over the top. Something she knew she wasn't supposed to want.
Her fingers went to the keyboard once again. A new website appeared. No well endowed men inhabited the site. Only pictures of wonderfully nude women appeared. Women displaying their bodies. Touching each other. Suckling the breasts of other women. Kim moaned loudly. This was what she wanted. Needed. Desired.
She ground herself on the Pandaroo's face as she imagined the forbidden. It was so wrong, but she couldn't help herself. Her body soared up to it's peak as she imagined herself touching and licking another girl. A scream tore from her throat as she drenched her toy in the throes of orgasm.
Only moments later, as she sat gasping for breath, the guilt set in. Again. It wasn't supposed to be this way. She wasn't supposed to get such good feelings from other girls. Tears fell on her cheeks as she grabbed her stuffed toy and flung it across the room.
“I'm supposed to like boys! That's the right way to be! The normal way to be!”
She turned from the images still displayed on her computer. Her body trembled as she flung herself, face down, on her bed. Her thoughts skittered around her brain. All she wanted was to be just a basic, average, girl. Why couldn't she? Why was she so wrong? Wasn't her life different enough without this too?
After a while, her tears dried on her pillow. Her shuddering abated. Her mind settled down to a state of calm she rarely had outside of a mission. She knew what she had to do. She had to prove to the world, and herself, she could be as normal as the next girl. No matter what it took, she would fight the wrongness inside her.
With her mind firmly fixed on her resolution, she was heartened to hear a beeping coming from her computer. It was an incoming message to her website. She hoped it would be a mission.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Dr. Anne Possible struggled with the heavy sack of groceries she picked up on the way home from work, as she tried to dig her house key out of her purse. She jumped, almost dropping her burden, when the front door of the house opened abruptly. Piercing eyes of blue stared into a set of olive green ones.
“Kimmie! There you are. Can you help me get this into the kitchen?”
“Can't Mom. Sorry. I gotta jet, someone needs my help.”
Anne chuckled as her daughter rushed past her and down the driveway. She supposed it was her own fault for encouraging her eldest child to be so helpful to others. She went through the door, silently wishing her sons would even halfway take after their sister. That wasn't going to happen, she knew. They were much too much like their father.
She managed to get to the kitchen and set the bag on the counter without dropping it. As she put the groceries away, she glanced up at the wall clock. Usually, she didn't get home this early, but the operation she was scheduled to perform was put off while more tests were run. That was fine with her. She could get a jump start on the housecleaning before she needed to start dinner.
There wasn't a whole lot that really needed to be done. Her family were, for the most part, pretty good at picking up after themselves. She decided to start where she knew the worst mess would be. The twins' bedroom.
Twenty minutes later, Anne wished she had one of her husband's radiation suits on as she picked her way past jumbled electronic and mechanical devices scattered on the floor of her son's room. The bedsheets in her arms were giving off extremely noxious and unidentifiable fumes.
She dropped the linen in the hallway and turned toward the stairs to her daughter's room. She might as well get all of the laundry done at once.
A welcome sight greeted her as she emerged from the trap door. Kim was good at keeping her personal space clean and tidy.
It was only as she was pulling the sheets off the bed, that she noticed something out of place. Kim's favorite stuffed animal was wedged between the bed and the wall. She picked it up and found it's fur to be slightly damp.
Then the scent hit her. She immediately knew what it was. Her little girl was growing up.
Anne felt a growing warmth between her legs as she lifted the soft toy to her nose and inhaled deeply.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
(Camp Nowhere - Southern New Mexico - May 29th, 1946)
Though the laboratory took up three fourths of the main building, it seemed small due to size of the apparatus it housed. An enormous metal sphere dominated the lab space. Pipes and wires attached to the top of it's silvery polished surface ran to a myriad of machines surrounding it. Three larger cables ran from it's base. Two of them went to small, boxlike, enclosures on either side of the sphere. The last ran across the limited floor space to a series of large, complicated looking, control consoles.
Dr. Hall stood next to one of the consoles. He studied the gauges, along with the positions of the many rheostats and levers on it's surface. Frustration crinkled his brow.
He looked up at the sound of two medical corpsmen bumping a rolling gurney over a cable. It was obviously heavy, since it contained the sheet covered form of a dead body.
He waited impassively while they rolled it out the door. It was going where all the other failures went. The incinerator.
Once the door closed behind them, he swore loudly in German. Three more failures! Failures that shouldn't be happening. He was using the same power levels as he applied to the woman, Maiden, yet they still died. There had to be a reason she was unaffected. Something he overlooked? Something about her that was different?
He shifted his bulk around the console and walked over to the wall where all the test subject's charts hung from clipboards. He lifted down the thickest one. His frustration grew as he studied the pages of notes. Nothing in his extensive study of eugenics showed her to be anything more than an inferior breed. More testing was called for.
Dropping the clipboard on a small desk, he reached for the phone. Hopefully his nephew wasn't busy satisfying his baser urges on her right now. His hand barely touched the receiver, when the phone rang.
He picked it up and held it to his ear. “This is Hall. What do you want?”
The frustrated look drained from his face. It was replaced with a mix of fear and anger, as one of the gate guards told him something he most definitely didn't want to hear.
His mind worked fast as he tried to figure out how to deal with this unforeseen turn of events.
“Escort the General to the lab.”
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
The room was small and dark. It might once have been a storage room, but now it was a prison cell. Chains rattled as Nanette shifted her weight, trying to relieve some of the pressure on her arm, where it was shackled to the wall. Perhaps dungeon would be a better term.
For eight days she'd been confined here. Eight days where she was only released to be taken to Hall's laboratory to be subjected to experiments she knew she would never understand. Eight days of visits by him between those experiments. Eight days of pure hell. For all that, she was calm. Focused. Unafraid.
Nanette had a pretty good idea why none of this disturbed her the way it should. Something about Hall's experiments changed her. She could feel it in her body and mind. Figuring it out would have to wait for later. After she escaped. It wasn't hope that made her sure she would. She just knew it was possible.
Light hit her eyes as the door swung open. She wondered what it would be this time? Another session trapped in that infernal machine, or Barkin coming to abuse her some more?
She was only mildly surprised when an unconscious, and handcuffed, man was thrust inside the room. In the brief time she could see him before the door closed, and darkness descended again, she saw enough to know he was not here for her detriment. His blood splattered uniform was testament to that.
She waited patiently for him to come to.
- 6
- 7
- 8
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

The World Must Never Know