Stop the Lemon!?

Mom Possible came up the stairs to Kim’s bedroom just at that time. “Ronald-Veronica!?! I thought you’d gone to the bathroom!!”

“It’s not what it looks like!!” Ron protested her indecent innocence. “It’s yellow, but it’s not what it looks like!!”

Kim spit out a mouthful of the liquid Veronica’s pussy had drenched her with. “She’s right! It’s not pee or anything else that comes out of a normal woman! It’s lemon aid.”

“I love lemons! And I like limes!” After that, Veronica was **** to step back by her girlfriend pushing against her pubes while pinching her clit.

Kim growled, but said, “It’s my own fault for encouraging her. But it’s a way to keep Ron Veronica.”

“But you didn’t want Ron to become too Veronica, I thought?”

Kim picked her naked body off the floor. “That was an option before I found she’d rather be a plaything.”

“Kimberly Ann Possible, you shouldn’t encourage Ronald-Veronica to be a, a “boytoy”!” her mom scolded, and up the stairs, now.

“It’s not like that, Mom! It’s Toon Logic! Toons are always playing around. Some have to be “it” for their games to be played.” Kim tapped Veronica just above a boob as if part of a game of tag.

“So Veronica is one of the “its” ?”

“You better believe Veronica is an It Girl! I’ve got It!”

“Ron had “it”, too. But in an entirely different way, of course. That’s the Ron Factor.”

“And this is the Veronica Factor,” Ron crossing an arm just beneath her bust, while fluffing her short blonde hair and giving her best bimbo air kiss.

At her mom’s continued look of disapproval, Kim told her, “Just think of it as Tactical Advantage when it comes to bad Guys. As long as I can keep her bonded to me, Veronica shouldn’t turn into a slut.”

“I hope so. I came up here to tell you with all noise you two are making up here, your dad’s moral indignation is ready to go on a rampage, and your brothers are getting naughty ideas. Perhaps nasty ones.” Wife and mom Ann looked at her daughter’s body as if she were Not Dr. Ann examining a nude patient.

“Well, I guess we’ll have to go down and deal with the music.”

“Hey, Kim! We made music together up here - Let’s make music in the bathroom as we clean up! Literal music! A toon theme song, maybe!”

“Mom, before you say it, we do need to clean up. I do have to humor her,” she glared at Ronald-Veronica, “But only to a point!” She turned back to her mom, “Could you call Smarty Mart. and have them send over some clothes ASAP? Now that our bodies have been tooned-up, our old clothes aren’t going to fit comfortably.”

“Certainly, Kimmy. I certainly can’t let the males of the house see you two without proper clothes. You go wash up. Wade called and gave my phone access to data for you. I’m sure your new holographic measurements are among the- The “Acme” file!! Lemon aid! Wade is right: It is the end of the world as we know it!!”