Stop the Bubbles?

“I must be drowning in toonage,” Ron said. “I’m underwater and seeing bubbles.”

“Those are bubbles. But why are there bubbles?” Kim bunnygirl saw them floating towards her best-friend-and-sidekick. There weren’t too many, but when they met Veronica’s voluptuous body, they proved there were too many. Instead of popping, they snuggled up to her curves.

“Aw, they like me! It feels like I’m being caressed all-ll over my body….” Veronica cooed rather loudly. Her half-closed eyes tracked one large bubble as it approached. She had to arch her back and almost moaned when the wet-encased air met her boobs. The bubble began under the right cup of the glittery, red minidress and contoured itself up and around Veronica’s exposed flesh until it went down its side of her 36D cleavage. “I’m being fondled.”

Redheaded Kim frowned and popped the second large bubble before it could touch the other boob. It went pop like a normal bubble, and “It felt like just a soap bubble.”

But that disturbance stopped the bubbles from rubbing up against the blonde’s torso and made to leave. They floated away together in the part-toon’s hourglass shape. “Aw, I’ll miss you little guys.”

They also, now, were either red or peach colored. The large bubble of the ‘right boob’ was only peach colored, with no nipple pink. Still frowning, Kim popped that one, too. She immediately regretted she had: “Now it feels exactly how Veronica felt to me up in my bedroom when we….”

“Yes, Kimberly? Continue. You were talking about feeling another woman upstairs,” James Possible frowned at her.

“ ‘Another woman’ are the operative words, Dad,” Kim defended her actions, while trying to wipe off the Veronica hot-and-sweating feeling that remained with the burst bubble’s liquid.

“Watch out, Kim!!” he warned, as he took defensive action against the bubbles that were now aimed at his daughter. They popped as easily as any other bubble.

But some managed to dodge by him and cozy themselves up to the Kim in her purple-yellow-and-red bunnygirl outfit. None were near her privates, but she hesitated popping them for concern they would have her feeling like she was masturbating, here, out in front of her dad.

“Dad!! Don’t pop these on me!”