Delivery Stop

“Kim!!” her mom called up the stairs. “The Smarty Mart delivery man won’t leave until you personally have signed for your clothes!!...Did you hear me?!!” She listened.

“...But, Kim, women get slippery when they’re horny! And I was already slippery from us lathering each other in the shower!!”

“You bounced all over the stall!! You ricocheted me out of the stall! If I wasn’t part toon, I could’ve been hurt more.” Her voice became threatening. “And I wouldn’t have cum on the bidet.”

“How does a girl cum on a bidet - Sorry, Kim!! That wasn’t Veronica, that was - Ow!! - Ron!”

Ann Possible came up the stairs. “Kim, I said - You were serious about wearing that!?? Not in the house?! Not out of the house?!!”

“I like wearing this very much less than you like seeing me wear it, Mom. But I have to. As I said, I have to humor Ron so Veronica will stay bonded to me, and stay away from, uh, orgasms with guys. - Now, Mom! Try to remember your liberal values! Mom!!”

While mother and daughter argued, Veronica in her new outfit went down stairs. When Ron saw who the Smarty Mart delivery man was, she could only scream one thing, “Mr. Barkin!!?”

“You know me, Miss?? I am certain I should remember a beautiful, adult woman like you. Your face does resemble someone in I know during the school year. Are you a relative?” Despite her reaction to him, the man was on a charm offense. “I only work at Smarty Mart during the school’s vacation time, you know. I’m building up a large retirement fund.”

“For your information, my name is Ron…-ica,” she smiled, imagining a way to both get even with his nemesis and to prove something, something like the “Veronica Factor. You’re pleased to make my acquaintance, aren’t you? You’d like to acquaint me with all your manly qualities, wouldn’t you? Oo, let me feel the biceps you carried all those clothes boxes in for me and Kim.” Well, he did have a good physique. Superior to most men. But she had to remember that he was Ron’s personal minor-league bad guy. He was off-limits. Kim said so. “It is big and strong!

“Look!” she said, releasing his arm, so she could twirl and model the clothes her stunningly gorgeous 36C-26-36 bod was in. “I want to thank you for this! It’s a gift!” It was a red dress quite similar to Jessica Rabbit’s, it even had the glittering rhinestones. It wasn’t a gown, though. It was a mini dress. “Do you like?” And she stretched out the perfectly, shapely leg, ripping the velcro that held that side closed. Veronica now had a short slit to display even more of her leg through, just like her idol. For greater effect, she ran a hand enticingly over the womanly “gam”, making sure the arm’s shoulder strap fell off, and, so, inviting him to also look at her 36C bust, hoping to peek between.

“It, it goes against school dress code. But we’re not in school. And you’re too, uh, adult to attend any of my classes.”

“Oh, you’d be surprised,” she said, leaning towards him, giving him a mesmerizing stare down her cleavage. “May I?” she asked, taking the clipboard from him.

“Uh, su,sure, you may, ma’am. See that Kim Possible signs for it,” he said with a stupid smile.

“I will,” Veronica said, her hands on his arm again, ready to spin him around and out the door.

“I’ll sign it now,” Kim said finally coming into view of their homeroom teacher.

“Kim? Kim Possible!?!?” Mr. Barkin snapped out of his daze. “Sweet Holly Brothers of Christmas!! What have you done to yourself?!?!” Before him in heels and fishnet stockings was the internationally famous teen dressed in a bunnygirl costume, complete with high French cut, and low, bosom-shaping cups. She didn’t have the cuffs, but she did have the collar and bowtie, as well as a waistcoat below her bust.

“Why is Kim dressed like this?! Isn’t it obvious!?!” Ron shouted with delight. “Jessica has her Roger Rabbit; I have my Kim Bunny!!”