Program Evolution Continues

I was about to ask when Kim learned to cook when it hit me. Rachel said that, as of our little shower romp, Kim was now...well...my wife (in mindset at least). Was this her alteration in the place of lactation? Or was this just another...THING that happened. I had to wonder just how much my girls could change and progress.

It took me a moment to realize I had just thought of these three as "my girls". It gave me a warm feeling, thinking that. It was true. These three were my girls. Just as I was their..."Mousey", I guess. Thankfully only Jenny called me that.

Regardless, Kim's programming must have gone to another level, incorporating housewife knowledge into her. It wouldn't surprise me if she started making other people's beds and dusting the furniture. It was kind of cool, knowing they could grow in this manner, but I hoped it didn't impact their personalities too much. I had grown to...well, maybe not "like" but certainly appreciate Kim's devious ways. It wasn't a wicked sort of deviousness, rather it was her looking out for her "sisters"...and perhaps myself...in a less than honest manner. She'd lie, set up situations, and string people along, just so that we'd be happy in the end. It wouldn't surprise me if the entire "****" plot was her idea and Jenny was just happy to help...with Mr. Fox's blessing, of course.

"You know it, Kimmy!" Jenny declared, responding to Kim's question in regards to us playing..."hide the hard-on". "Mousey here is full of surprises." Kim caught my eye and smiled. "Don't I know it," she mused, giving me a wink. For the first time, that wink didn't make me blush and look away. I smiled instead.

Rachel sniffed. "Wow...what did you whip up, Kim? It smells great..." my first pale skinned love said in amazement. Kim chuckled. "Sit down and wait. It'll be a surprise," she answered.