Stellar Wishes Chapter 9- L'espion qui cuisine, a X-overs + Disney Crossover fanfic

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Darkness filled the screen as a bright yellow glow slowly appeared, followed by numerous gold and silver stars illuminated the center, taking the form of letters with every passing second.

And lo, in perfect cursive were the words...

Stellar Wishes

Yet as the words shimmered to life, a small ball of light flew towards the title and tapped the title, causing it to burst into bright gold stardust as everything went black.

Stellar Wishes: Chapter Nine, L'espion qui cuisine.

Series/Film: Kim Possible.

Scenario: What if Kim became a chef?

Inspiration(s): RoyalJellySandwich's Commish: Kim Possible 1 of 2 and Commish: Kim Possible 2 of 2 images on Deviantart, [Commissioned by MeanBeanMachinez on DA, Momakase from the Big Hero 6 series, Denji from the Chainsaw Man series, Baxter Stockman from the TMNT 2003 series.

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-North America, Somewhere in Florida, Chez Leisure, Residential Home 2011-

Knock knock knock knock.

"Ugh." groaned a feminine voice from within the pink walled single story residential home as the sound of muffled footsteps walked across the light blue tiled floor in mild frustration. "Coming! Coming! Geez, I might be old but I'm not deaf!" 'And just when I was watching my soap operas...this better be good.'

Knock knock knock knock.

"Hold on! I'm coming!"

Knock knock-

"Knock that off now or I'm calling sec-" the figure, now revealed to be a tall slender fair skinned older woman with short gray hair that went down to her shoulders, light green eyes, a D cup chest and small ass, wearing a light blue dress that went down to her knees sporting a white collar, a light purple amethyst button near her neck, a long sleeved light brown wool sweater that went down to her waist, wide rectangular red glasses, small purple dot-like piercings, white socks and gray shoes, said in frustration before her eyes widened and she extended her arms out with joy. "KIMMIE!"

"Hi, Nana!" said a tall slender fair skinned young woman with long thick auburn hair that went down past her shoulders and went down to her hips in a long ponytail, green eyes, a C cup chest and wide ass, wearing a black short sleeved crop top that showed her midriff, a large forest green backpack around her right arm, light tan cargo jeans and black heeled shoes, as she smiled at the older woman, her left arm extended towards the now open doorway as she went to give the woman a tight hug.

"It's so good to see you! How's college?"

"Let's just say I'm looking forward to spending summer here." the younger woman said with a smile while no one noticed the pair of yellow cat eyes staring down at them from the ceiling.

[Hello fellow readers and welcome to another Stellar Wishes chapter. Today, we are in the Possibleverse and going to see how one tiny visit to Florida for a summer vacation alone would change everything in this particular timeline...mmmm, I wonder if this place has any popcorn to munch on?]

"Did you have a rough time getting here?"

"No Nana, I didn't. I was able to get here after stopping Dementor from stealing all the power in the world...again." the younger woman said with a grumble. "It feels like all of these bad guys are starting to get stale, reusing old evil plans for the sake of it."

"Ah, burnout. I had experience with that when I was your age, especially when learning Mantis Style during 69. My old masters just started to reuse the same lessons to save time training the newer students." Nana said with a nod. "It's just a sign that perhaps their 'villainous phase' has run its course."

"Mmm, makes sense. Lately, it seems every bad guy in the world is either retiring or just calling it quits. Or just dying off like Senor Senor Senor." 'At least he passed away in his sleep, nice guy when he's not trying to indulge in his hobby.'

[It seems after the fourth season and the whole 'alien invasion' event, the passage of time and burnout took its toll on the bad guys in this reality. And it's possible that many more will follow this path, especially some of Kim's more dangerous foes.]

"Well let's not worry about this stuff for now and get you settled in." Nana said with a smile as she released her grip from her granddaughter's body. "You must be tired from the long trip."

"Well, it was a fifteen hour flight from Norway-"

"Oh, whatever happened to your boyfriend, Ron? I didn't see him with you."

"Ah, me and Ron broke up a while back."

"...did he cheat-"

"What no! He didn't cheat." Kim said with alarm in her tone. "We mutually agreed to stay friends, we just didn't have the same 'spark' like we did when we were in high school. Plus Ron is trying to train the new students of the Yamanouchi Ninja School as its new Monkey Master, so relationships might make the task harder for him."

"Still can't believe he has magic powers. Although seeing Ron battling aliens with magic makes just as much sense as him cheating on you."

"He didn't cheat on me!"

[Not in this reality, but the one next to this timeline did...it didn't end well for him. So much gore all over the kitchen, sink included.]

"Anyway, I just made some cookies for myself but if you want some I can make more."

"You don't have-"

GROWL!

Kim's face flushed bright red as Nana chuckled at her obviously embarrassed granddaughter.

"It seems you ARE in need of my world famous cookies Kimberly, don't worry. I'll bake up a few in no time." Nana said while walking towards the kitchen, leaving Kim to groan into her open palms in embarrassment.

'Damn my stomach! That was SO not the sitch!'

[Ha! She thought the line!]

(Two hours later)

-Kitchen-

Sissle.

Ding!

"Ah, almost done." Nana said while walking over the pink ruffed floor towards a gray four layered oven on her left, the smell of chocolate permeating the room as her granddaughter sat at a large wooden rectangular table in the center of the room. "I'm sorry it couldn't be sugar cookies, but somehow I misplaced it and the snickerdoodles for some reason."

"No problem Nana, I don't mind chocolate chips."

[Nom nom nom...what? Can't an embodiment of universal insanity enjoy snickerdoodles while on the job?]

"If anything, I'm glad not to be eating anything...bland." Kim said with a grumble as she turned her body to her right, placing her left arm onto the table in the process.

"What do you mean dear?"

"Well, Middleton University's food pallet is...not good. Great for athletes, not for people that want to eat." Kim said with a grumble. "The pizza tastes like cardboard, the milk is always stale and don't get me started on the meatloaf...ugh!"

"Oh my, it seems like you had a hard time with the meal schedules."

"That's not even half of it. Every day I had to keep myself from eating at the cafeteria and I even tried cooking...nearly blew up the dorm." she sighed while looking a little annoyed. "I know I have to EAT something but it's really difficult to do it with my missions AND classes. Ugh..."

Nana nodded while the timer dinged and she began to carefully pull out...all ten trays of cookies from the ovens and onto the nearby white tiled kitchen counter. "Good thing you didn't attempt to overstuff yourself with junk food during the semester. But Kimbery, you need to NOT starve yourself, it's not good for you and a little purge is better than getting a frame full of bones."

"Yeah. I know, I know. And..." Kim said while blowing a trail of hot frustrated air from her mouth. "I managed to avoid the Freshman 15 but...the food sucked!" 'And I'm not Ron, I can't EAT everything that's inedible or not!'

[Makes sense, no one in the Disneyverse and beyond have Ron's...ability to eat just about anything that's both unhealthy and risky to one's own health like he can. Like an Anti Gaston, but with the stomach.]

"Well, it won't be here!" Nana said with enthusiastic joy as she placed a large tray of cookies onto the table in front of Kim. "Have some cookies!"

Clank.

'Oh that smells...so heavenly~!' Kim thought as her mouth started to drool, her hands reaching towards the platter like a starved dog with a bone.

Crunch!

And lo, within the next few minutes of Kim's life, she just...ate, and ate, and ate, and ate, and ATE like a certain red shirt wearing bear with honey, her ravenous appetite over the last few months finally getting the best of her, all restraint melting away like hot chocolate in a boiling pot.

Crunch!

Each bite of the sugary goodness felt like an eternity for the occasional hitwoman as she savored every cookie she ate, not realizing that in a few minutes...she ate all ten trays of cookies, leaving only one uneaten cookie in her left hand just dangling near her mouth like a ship towards an approaching black hole, crumbs coating her lips as she was seemingly in a trance, one only entered when Drakken placed a chip on her forehead a few years back.

'Cookies...cookies...cookies...cookies...cookies...'

"Hope you still have room, because we're going out for dinner!"

"Ugh...where to?" Kim asked while waking up from her cookie induced stupor, a small pudgy gut now evident from her once flat midriff.

"Bueno Nachos, I know you don't like Mexican food often but there's a new one that opened recently and I thought we can enjoy some family time together, since my son and his wife were at that science convention in Tokyo."

"Oh, uurp. Excuse me." Kim said while finishing off the cookie. "I don't dislike Mexican food...I just don't eat as much as Ron. That guy knows how to make eating...disgusting sometimes."

"Well don't worry, it will be a nice family meal this time. And you can eat as much as you want, even the entire menu."

"Um...isn't that expensive?"

"Not when you're a retired world famous chef that still gets royalties for all the cookbooks in my name." Nana said with a grin. "Don't tell your father this but I'm the sixth richest person on earth, I just don't tell anyone about it to keep the billionaire taxes away from my bank account."

"...huh."

"So, get a jacket." Nana said while putting the trays into the sink and started to wash them. "That muffin top looks unsightly in public."

Kim blinked before looking down at her midriff, causing her to blink in surprise. 'Oooh...well, maybe I can get rid of this by the end of the week? Why not indulge for once?'

[Famous last words, but let's speed ahead a few years. See how this one 'cheat summer' will do to her for her entire future.]

(Several years later)

-North America, Northern California, Go City, Rei Island, Rei Tower, Main Meeting Hall-

The smell of roasted ham and steamed dumplings lingered within the dark green and black hallways, each one seemingly decorated with various Japanese antiques and furniture as the camera zoomed through a decorated forest green shoji doorway and into a wide neon green room sporting a simple circular green table in the middle of the room and several long goldish green byōbu along the sides that sported various scenes of battle and conflict on them.

And, currently sitting on a raised pedestal and hidden behind see-through light green sudare blinds, was a tall obese fade light green skinned young woman with long blackish green hair that went down to her ass and was tied into a large circular bun on the back, forest green eyes, dark green lipstick, a Q cup chest and titanic ass, ten thick chins, plump cheeks, thick arms and legs, a gigantic stomach that went past her feet and was dragging against the ground, wearing a bright neon green floor length sleeved kimono sporting gold flames on the sleeves and sides, a long black obi that was untied and dragging on the ground, long dark green hair pins sporting sharp gold points that went through the center of the bun, a short sleeved white kosode sporting black lining that barely covered her body, black hakama and neon green tabi, who was currently waiting, impatient, on her platform as she attempted to tap her fingers on her sides and...failed due to how plump they were.

"Ugh, where is my lunch!?" she growled in annoyance while looking ready to hit something, even if her mobility wasn't exactly good at the moment. "It's been thirty minutes!"

[Ah, look at that. Shego the Hutt. Well, to be fair, she got this big for two reasons. One, she and Drakken kinda broke up after the doctor placed all of their savings into an 'Ultimate Doomsday Weapon and Coffee Holder' scam, resulting in him losing everything and getting sent to Motor Ed's employment as a mechanic, which he hates. And two, her brothers, having died saving Go City from a giant asteroid collision, had written their sister as the main holder of their estates, bank accounts and everything Team Go ever had, due to seeing her as 'in need' of it from all the times they kinda pissed her off. Now a billionaire heiress, she renamed the tower to Rei Tower, for naming aesthetics and has retired from villainy to enjoy herself in her new luxurious lifestyle...which blimped her up greatly but hey, she's rich now, why work again when she can enjoy her wealth.]

"Come on! I'm starving here! I need TEN meals a day, not nine!"

Clank!

Clink clink clink clink.

"Finally!" Shego grumbled as she saw the doors open up and a figure entered the room, pushing a very long wheeled trolley in their hands, moving closer to the now starved heiress position. "What took you so long!?"

[Oh and she has someone employed in her staff as the chef de cuisine.]

"I was getting the ham glazing just right and even added lobster into the dumplings, just like you asked." spoke a tall obese fair skinned young woman with long thick auburn hair that went down past her shoulders and was tied into a low ponytail, green eyes, a P cup chest and gigantic ass, four thick chins, plump cheeks, thick arms and legs, a massive stomach that went down to her knees, wearing a white long sleeved double-breasted jacket with black buttons, a red neckerchief, a tall white toque blanche, a long wide white apron that went down to her knees, black pants sporting a white houndstooth design and black low heeled shoes sporting steel gray toe-caps, as she gave the former villainess a deadpan look of professionalism. "And yes, I made twenty helpings as well. I know you desire more than five helpings of MY good food."

[Yep, like the scenario says above, Kim Possible is now a chef! And as the old saying goes, never trust a skinny chef. And yes, she's employed by Shego as a chef, well it pays well and they are more like old pals instead of enemies at this point, although they do butt heads on occasion.]

"Mmmm." Shego grumbled as Kim walked towards her and placed the trolley right near her gut, each opened platter covered in glazed hams and numerous white dumplings filled with red lobster guts. "Good, and you made sure to add extra lobster into the dumplings?"

"Yep and all of them have a hint of garlic, as you ordered."

"...good job, Kimmy." Shego said with a smirk before pushing herself up a little and began to scarf down all of the food like a ravenous whale. "NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM!"

"Enjoy, Lady Shego-"

"It's Shego Hime! We went over-NOM! This before-UUURRRP! On duty I'm Shego-UUUUURRRP! Hime!"

"Yes...Shego Hime." 'Ugh, just saying that makes me feel annoyed...but don't act upon it. She's your boss, don't do anything stupid.'

As the heiress devoured the platters of food without a care in the world, Kim internally sighed while standing at attention, making sure to look as emotionless as possible...despite the temptation of joining in on the meal herself.

'Don't do it Kim! You didn't spend ten years at Go City Culinary School for the Gifted just to engorge yourself on the food ON duty!' she thought to herself while licking her lips, the food in front of her making her stomach growl as loudly as a bear's roar. 'And you didn't spend a year of retirement JUST to act like a glutton. You were taught better than that!'

[Oh and I forgot to mention, but Kim here retired for a year before joining Global Justice as...well an infiltrator, given the fact that she's not as fast or strong as in her high school days, and is very good at more underhanded missions these days. So as a result of her cooking skills and spy missions, she's less an action heroine and more of a secret agent with a pension for using culinary arts as tools for her trade.]

"UUUURRRP! Hey, Kimmy, what's with the stoic face?" Shego said with a belch. "Live a little and join in."

"I can't. Professionalism is key while on duty."

GROWL!

"Says the one with the endless appetite that rivals my one. Just dig in already before I finish everything UUUUUPPP!"

"...fine." Kim grumbled while attempting to pick up some ham...only to realize...

There was NOTHING left!

"UUUURRRRRPPP! Oops, did I forget to share~?"

'I SO hate her sometimes!'

[Classic Shego, never a dull moment with her.]

"Oh, and I also wanted to know how the GJ stuff is doing." Shego said while picking her teeth with her left index finger. "I know being its best infiltrator-"

"Spy."

"Whatever. I know the side job also pays well and keeps you from losing your edge, to a point." the heiress said with a snort. "I mean I DO give you my former criminal contacts so I have dibs on ALL of your juicy information...so spill it Kimmy."

"...ugh, fine." Kim muttered while placing the platters back together, making sure it's ready for some dishwashing later. "It's fine, long, difficult and Betty's inability to NOT start a fight with her brother over stupid things is making me annoyed at how stupid they are."

"Relatable, my idiot brothers were pains in the asses when they were alive."

"But besides that, it's rather enjoyable." Kim said with a shrug. "I'm not that combat ready as in my prime-"

"Despite the fact you can STILL break concrete and wall climb like a pro athlete."

"...despite THAT, I'm getting used to being more sneaky. Using my love for cooking to keep the world safe from the bad guys, new and old." the chef said while placing the last of the lids on the platters. "And to think I was HORRIBLE at cooking when I started culinary school."

"And I have nightmares thinking about it." Shego said with a shiver, ignoring the nasty glare her chef gave back to her. "Oh, you came in an hour late today, why's that?"

"...ugh. The last mission was a total bust."

"Oh?"

"I tried to infiltrate Senor Senor Junior's hideout again...and found out he MOVED out of his father's island lair just a week ago!"

"Ah."

"And I still don't have a lead on WHERE he is! It's like he just vanished off the face of the earth!" Kim groaned in frustration. "It's like he somehow-"

"Become a competent villain? Well, I DID tutor him."

"Yes, thanks for reminding me of that."

Shego smirked before leaning closer to Kim and revealing her massive frame to her, the kimono layers falling to the side a little in the process. "Kimmy~"

"What are you-"

"I got something in my cleavage, get it out~"

"Um, you do know I'm in a relation-"

"Just do it! It will be worth your time~"

With...a groan of frustration and disgust plastered on her face, she moved closer to the heiress' enormous breasts and stuck her entire left arm into the cleavage, a squishy...wetness hitting her bare skin as she shivered in disgust.

"Oh, forgot to mention that I didn't shower yet. Ooops~"

[Oh, how sickly disgusting of her. At least there's no bear trap in there.]

'Oh gross! This is SO the drama!' Kim thought in disgust as she moved her arm deep into the sticky cleavage, trying to find the thing that her boss was asking her to get...and feeling rather grossed out by the entire thing. 'And WHY didn't she shower today!? EW!'

"Did you get it-"

"NOT YET!"

"No need to yell, I'm right here."

"Why didn't you SHOWER!?"

"Oh, I did shower, I'm just sweaty down there~"

"...you are SO agitating some days, Shego Hime."

"Yeah yeah, I love you too Kimmy, but don't worry, this will be worth it."

'It better be.' she thought before feeling something in her fingers and pulled her entire arm out, now coated in sweat and...who knows what was in her hand was...

A black and green USB stick.

"A USB Stick?"

"Yep, and in it is the new lair of Junior." Shego said with a smirk. "And this came from a WEE agent that HATES his boss enough to smuggle this out of his base into one of my brokers."

"Wait, Junior is with WEE?"

"More like WEE is now a subsidiary of Senor Industries, same with Hench Co. He might've hated villainy before but after taking over his father's company, he's been doing great economic and business sabotage and takeovers...makes me proud." Shego said with a smile of nostalgia. "Anyway, this USB will help you know the new lair's schematics, guard shifts and, something you'd like best of all, the chef rotation schedule."

"And this is out of the 'goodness' of your heart or...?" Kim said with a skeptical tone while shaking the slime off her left arm.

"Nope, just me repaying you for the meal. Like ALL the other times~"

'Of course.'

"Oh and when you do meet Junior, can you give him a message?"

"...and what is it, Shego Hime?"

"He is invited to my fortieth birthday, so I expect a gift. And yes, Kimmy, I'm forty and STILL looking good. That comic rock apparently slows my aging by a year per fifty years."

"...alright. By the way, I've been wanting to ask you this for a while now." Kim asked while Shego moved back and began scratching her left breast a little.

"What?"

"Why all the Japanese aesthetics? I never took you for-"

"Say weeb and I'll dock your pay. You like that ten ML per year deal, right?"

"...um, my bad."

"As for why I turned Rei Tower and myself into a place of Japanese culture? Easy, my mother was a quarter Japanese and I got her looks, not my brothers. So I'm flaunting it till my dying breath, plus I like the kimonos, no need for tight bras ruining my boobs."

"...TMI."

"Yeah yeah, oh and don't forget to finish up my dinner before you clock out. I'm desiring an entire ARMIES worth of sushi and pizza tonight. Hold the wasabi."

"Yes, Shego Hime." Kim said with a bow before walking away with the trolley, all the while keeping a mental note to BLEACH her uniform before she returned to work tomorrow, three times to stay on the safe side.

(Some time later)

-Rei Island, Docks-

SPLASH!

"Ugh, maybe I should get a new uniform...eew." Kim said to herself while getting herself off the metallic dock and into a green motorboat. "If she does that ever again, I'm quitting. No amount of money will get...EEW. All of that grossness out of my mind!"

Beep beep beep beep.

The plus sized chef blinked before pulling out a small rectangular light blue communicator with the gold initials 'KP' on the back from her left pants pocket and turned it on. "What's the sitch, Zita?"

Ziiissssh!

And lo, appearing on the large black touch screen within a pink and black room full of video game figurines, giant pillows and a few large computer screens, was a tall slender tan skinned young woman with short black hair that went down to her shoulders, black eyes, a E cup chest and large ass, wearing a long sleeved black tank top sporting a curvy blue pixie emblem in between her chest, turquoise hoop earrings, a small tear shaped turquoise necklace, gray sweatpants with intentional rips on the knees and pink flip-flops, who was currently drinking an XL soda in her left hand.

"Yo Kim, just finished analyzing the USB stick while playing twenty hours of World of Ever without a bathroom break...yeah, I have a problem." She admitted with a nervous chuckle.

[Zita Flores. The world's greatest hacker and Kim's newest administrator and helper of her website and spy work after Wade retired. No, he didn't do it because he started to get burnout, he just wanted to find other stuff to do besides saving the world, like starting a hero training website, and he and Kim are still friends.]

"And?"

"WEE's new lair, or as it is called now, Senor Spa and Villainy Paradise Island, is somewhere in the Bermuda Triangle...and why is your uniform covered in sweat?"

"Shego's inner cleavage...enough said."

"Ah. So want me to get you a flight? A cruise ship?"

"A flight, much faster and it will help me get back to my boss when the 7 AM shift comes around."

"You do know that your boss lets YOU have as many days off and holidays as humanly possible, right?"

"Yeah, but she adds IOUs in the form of favors for...personal stuff."

"Like?"

"Don't ask."

[Shego asked Kim to dress her, bathe her, feed her snacks and a few other intimate stuff. All of which was to TEASE the formerly fit agent and to fill in a gap that the deaths of her brothers made. Plus without Drakken around, she kinda wants someone to be friendly with AND act like a frenemy with.]

"I see, does that include you NOT wearing the kimono for your cooking?"

"No! I wear this uniform because it's easier to NOT catch on fire. I only use that OTHER uniform when preparing colder dishes or on missions."

"Makes sense. Oh, I just scheduled you on a fighter jet for the Bermuda Triangle, the same one you saved from Drakken's giant poodle."

"Oooh, that one. Wow, that feels like years ago that Rufus went giant sized to stop that dog from attacking Area 52."

"Still a weird one in my books."

"The one where me and Yolie fought gorilla samurai was the oddest."

"No, that one time you fought a jackal-headed man was the oddest."

"No, that time Rufus became super intelligent was the oddest, no questions asked."

"No, the one where you and Ron got molecularly fused with Bonnie and Barkins at the hips was by FAR the oddest thing I ever heard from your files."

"No, it was-you know what? We can save this discussion for AFTER the mission is over." Kim said while starting the boat's engine.

ZOOOOOOOOOOM!

"Fine, oh Monique just called. She and Bonnie are now engaged."

"Eh!? When did THAT happen!?"

"One thing led to another and apparently Monique just helped Bonnie with her deep seeded family problems which sparked a romance. Apparently, all she needed was someone that liked shopping AND had therapy skills."

[...now THAT'S unexpected.]

"And you were going to tell me this, WHEN!?" Kim yelled while the motorboat drove away from the docks and towards the mainland.

"Um...I'll have to get back to you on that. Just...remembered I need to stream. Later!"

Ziiissshh!

"Mmmmm." 'Note to self, get Zita to spill the beans on this matter later.'

(Later on)

-Somewhere off the coast of Florida, The Middle of the Bermuda Triangle, Senor Spa and Villainy Paradise Island, Kunoichi's Sushi, Chef's Table-

The sound of upbeat techno jazz music echoed behind the white double doors of the kitchen's front door as the camera zoomed past the stainless white steel walls and the hundreds of cooks and waiters scrambling around like headless chickens, towards the far right of the room.

Creak.

And right into a quiet, dimly lit Japanese styled room sporting large glass displays of ancient shinobi weaponry, tall stuffed mannequins of shinobi and kunoichis from ages past and tall shelves full of strange glass bottles full of unknown spices, as a lone figure sat at the edge of a small square table, seemingly waiting for someone to arrive in this rather exquisite room.

The figure in question, that being a very tall muscular tan skinned man with short black hair sporting faint gray lines on the sides and went down to his neck, pale blue eyes, a small black goatee on the chin, wearing a short sleeved black tuxedo sporting thin white buttons, a white undershirt, a red neckerchief, a wide black belt sporting a silver square buckle, black dress pants, black dress shoes, was currently taping his fingers on the table while the sound of Japanese Gagaku music filled the room with an almost...creepy ambience.

"Mmmmmm." he grumbled while his eyes darted a little towards the left side of the room, where a tall stone statue of a 'fearful' humanoid monkey man stared into the void in terror, and shivered a little. "Yeah, buying that statue was not my best idea ever."

[Ah so that's where Monkey Fist went off to after the finale in this timeline, he was bought by Senor Senior Junior for his shinobi themed restaurant chain. Huh, kinda humiliating for the guy but hey, he WAS the false chosen one of this reality, had all the knowledge and skills just NOT the talent and approval of Fate...actually, in ANY timeline, he's the false chosen one. He's just too stupid to realize he's not that special at all and that he's an obsessed nutjob with a monkey fetish.]

"And where is that chef? They should've been here by now."

Creak.

The sound of a door opening suddenly entered his eardrums before he turned towards the door...and saw no one there at all.

"What in the?" Junior muttered while not noticing two things on his right side.

The first was a thin rectangular trolley with a large flat platter full of assorted sushi and sauces of all flavors and spiciness.

And the second was a tall obese fair skinned young woman with long thick auburn hair that was tied into a large bun on the back of her head, green eyes sporting purple eyeliner, a P cup chest and gigantic ass, four thick chins, plump cheeks, thick arms and legs, a massive stomach that went down to her knees, wearing a form fitting purple kimono that went down to her lower calves sporting elbow length sleeves and black lining, silver arm bracers, a wide purple bandana tied around her head, a wide purple obi-like apron that went down from her waist to her upper knees and was tied in the front by a small knot, black pants and purple mid-calf high heeled stiletto boots, who stood next to the trolley with a silent yet professional body posture.

"Mmm, must be the wind-"

"Your order is ready, Senor-sama."

"AYIII!" he screamed in an almost girly shrill before calming himself a little and regaining his composure. "O-O-Oh, it's just you. Don't do that."

"My apologies, Senor-sama."

"...so, this is the 'Chef's Platter' you offered me for dinner?"

"Yes, it's the finest fish, squid and other assorted marine life cut and cooked to perfection. Each one is eager to be sampled by this restaurant's great founder and benefactor." the woman said with a calm tone as Junior raised an eyebrow at the...unique platter of sushi, something she took notice of. "Is something wrong, Senor-sama."

"Well, you might be my top chef but I recall you weren't...this big when we met last month. Why is that?"

[Oh? This isn't his usual chef?]

"Oh that. Chef Yamamoto had to retire earlier in the day, she got sick with a horrible case of diarrhea." the chef said while Junior grimaced at the notion of bowel problems in his head. "So I'll replace her for the next few days."

"And why are you...so fat?"

"A skinny chef can't be trusted, or so says the expression." she said while placing the sushi onto a plate, using a hidden knife to slice each one in midair and place them in decorative patterns and shapes.

"Ah, well...that's good to know. Do any of these have wasabi? I'm trying to watch my weight and the doctor did mention that I have a weak stomach wall from years of eating spicy foods."

"There isn't any." she said while, unbeknownst to anyone in the room, she opened a small pouch of barringtonia asiatica powder hidden in her left palm via a gray glove, and sprinkled it onto the sliced salmon roll before putting it on the taller man's plate.

"Oh, that's good." Junior said with a sigh of relief. "And here I thought I was going to be getting a hospital bed or something."

[First rule of life, don't tempt Fate. He HATES being poked by obvious subversions of his orders, even hypothetical ones designed to calm someone's insecurities.]

"It won't happen here, Senor-sama."

"Good, although it is a shame that my 'associate' isn't the connoisseur like myself."

"So he won't be attending?"

"Unfortunately no, he's busy keeping his sister locked in this place's dungeons. Like, it's been YEARS, get over the sibling nonsense and move on already! It's cramping the villainy levels of the new generation." Junior said with a frown. "I've been around since BEFORE Kim Possible retired for the first time and she disappeared from the public eye, something about 'privacy issues' or something like that. And I KNOW that villainy has fallen a lot lately, from the big ones from Go City and the other 'senors' dying off to just my generation retiring for stupid reasons...it's been a downward decline. Many of these new villains are just...just..."

"Pathetic? Bloodthirsty? Annoying?"

"Just TOO anti-heroic! There's no TRUE villain that doesn't have a moral heel turn." Junior grumbled. "Yes, it can be a hobby or a job requirement. BUT! What's the point of being a villain with powers, wealth and the motivation to do evil if they just have a single instance of goodness and then POW! They start attacking the henchmen or something noble of them...ugh, it's like villainy is a joke now, instead of a profession."

[That's the nature of human culture. One minute they LIKE pure evil villains, the next they LOVE villains with personality and redemption points, and then the NEXT they swing back around for a pure evil villain with personality points. They are always going to jump between true villainy, cartoon villainy and the anti-villainy routes when it fits their needs.]

Junior grumbled again while picking up some chopsticks and grabbed the salmon roll with his left hand. "It's not like the glory days when villainy was a respectable occupation. When heroes weren't that good at their jobs and allowed evil to go unchecked...till Kim Possible stopped them that is."

"Such high praise for the occupation, but didn't you once attempt to become a pop star?"

"Yes, but pappy's death shifted my focus from that dream to preserving the Senor legacy...that and Bonnie ditching me for someone else helped the transition a little easier, even if it did hurt." he said while consuming the salmon roll, not noticing the chef's hidden smirk on her lips. "Like a burning flame in my heart...ah..ah..ahh...!?"

The chef chuckled as Junior started to choke, his body spasming in pain as he fell on his back in pain. "Looks like I DID put something in the salmon, but it wasn't wasabi...it was fish poison tree fruit powder. Don't worry, it's only enough to keep you knocked out for at least an hour or two."

CRASH!

"One down, one to go." she said before silently walking out of the room, not noticing that Junior's eyes were still...open and his body was...regaining its stability as the screen went black.

(Later on)

-Floor -99, Basement/Dungeons-

Clank.

The sound of footsteps echoed across the dark red painted hallways, various large metallic doors lining the sides, as henchmen and henchwomen, each one wearing dark purple and white suits sporting a tinted black goggled helmet and a simple Greek number on their chests, were busy walking down the halls on their normal patrol.

And they weren't...happy about patrolling the basement level.

After all...it was rumored to be haunted by the spirit of Senor Senor Senor himself, his ghost unable to crossover until his son finally takes over the world.

"This place is too creepy."

"I know right? I hate patrolling here."

"Especially with the ghosts here...so WHY are we down here again, Bill?"

"Because someone has to make sure the prisoner doesn't escape. Which is impossible due to this place being a maze." Bob said while neither of them noticed the purple clad chef silently moving behind them. "But seriously, this shouldn't even be OUR job."

"Yeah, I'd rather be at the pool."

"Same."

"Maybe that hot lifeguard will finally notice us?"

"Well, maybe? She is kinda into Greg."

"Damn you Gre-GAH!"

POW!

"Night night." the chef said as the goons fell on the ground, unconscious, as she swiftly 'glided' across the ground like a shadow, looking through the peep-holes on each door for a sign of her target. 'Now where is the room the good doctor is being held in?'

As she moved from hall to hall, eyes always darting for the faintest sight of light and ears listening for the faintest sound, she made sure to dispatch any of the goons that just so happened to cross her path by three methods.

Either knocking them out cold.

Suffocation via her breasts.

Or...

SNAP!

CLANK!

...snapping their necks from behind.

"Mmm, I always hate doing this but a mission is a mission." 'Although my past self would absolutely HATE seeing me do this.'

[Oooh, I guess she left the 'No Kill Rule' behind...no wait. That rule isn't canon in this universe, nevermind.]

Just as the chef turned a corner, she heard the faint sound of...frustrated screams of anger coming from the far left hand doorway.

"GGGGGRRRAAAAAAHHHH! WHY CAN'T YOU REVEAL YOUR SECRETS, SISTER!?"

"Bingo." she said to herself before walking towards the door and peered into the peephole, which allowed her to see...a very weird sight.

That being a short fair skinned man with short dark auburn hair sporting copper highlights and had three long slick back points on the sides and top of his head, brown eyes, a brown thick beard in the shape of an upside down 'E', two thick dark gray mechanical arms sporting thick black spikes on the wrists and along the elbows, wearing a sleeveless dark purple jacket with a long rectangular white patch going down the middle, three black buttons on the sides, a wide black belt sporting a gold buckle and a large black opal gem in the center, purple pants and black boots, with an expression of total rage, screaming in fury at a highly reinforced gray Iron Maiden-like sarcophagus stationed within the middle of a red walled cell, the sarcophagus' 'mask' obscuring the occupant's identity.

If anything...it looked like a fully grown man having a temper tantrum with a stature...and losing.

[That sums up the former head of WEE to a T. Gemini is no Norman Osborn, Lex Luthor, Kamen Rider Ohma, White Diamond, BB, Xanathos, Salem or even that twin brother of WHOOP's British themed leader, Terrance Lewis. If anything, he's just a child in the DEEP pool of villains, and a ONE SHOT episode villain to boot. Even his SISTER has more screen time than him.]

"I have you TRAPPED and yet, even after I showed you the pool of killer piranhas...you STILL refuse to give Global Justice's secrets! WHY!?"

"Because I don't see you as a threat anymore. If anything, you're just prolonging the decades-long feud over past glory." said a feminine voice from within the sarcophagus. "Plus why would I just GIVE you the secrets? Are you just that desperate?"

"NO! I just want to WIN for once!"

"Win what? Win back the stuff you lost due to bad management, terrible financial deals and trying to use the world's nukes to keep yourself from getting taxes? Or win back the pride and glory from BEFORE you signed away your entire organization to Senor Senior Junior, a BETTER villain than you by a long shot?"

"Working for him is only a stepping stone to my glory! Once I get enough status and wealth to regain my organization, the world will BOW DOWN before Gemini! And one of those steps is you TELLING ME your secrets!"

"Yeah, no. You can't even keep a pet chihuahua alive, much less buy back a trillion dollar organization from a billionaire. That's just dumb, Sheldon."

"Pepe DIED from eating chocolate and you know this!"

"You left it out during Christmas, and somehow BLAMED me for it." the voice said with a grumble. "Which was one of the reasons WHY I stopped playing your little 'game'. It has no winners, just losers."

Gemini frowned with rage while pointing both of his arms towards a nearby wall.

KABOOOM!

And fired two rockets from his now machinegun-like fingers, which left a sizable hole to the next cell adjacent to him.

"Does a loser replace BOTH arms, his legs and everything BUT his head with cybernetics as a loser? WELL!?"

"...in this instance, yes. You didn't want to train your body like me so you went the easy route."

[Mmmm, it seems like time has finally made Betty Director more mature, good for her. But the real question is, where is our heroine?]

"GRRRRRRRRRR!"

Just as the shorter man was about to aim his arms at the sarcophagus with the intent to KILL his own sister, a sudden knock at the door caused his attention to shift a little.

"What is it!?"

"Sheldon." said the voice of...Senor Senior Junior from the other end of the room, in an annoyed tone. "Why are you still in the basement? We HAVE a VIP guest in the Chef's Room tonight and they asked YOU to attend."

"...and who is it exactly?"

"MC Honey."

"Oooh! I love her singles, oh perhaps she wants to invest in my new soundtrack, Zodiac's Revenge?" he said with glee as he walked towards the door and opened it, expecting his much hated boss in the opening.

POW!

"GAH!"

Only to get punched, HARD, in the face by the all familiar purple clad chef's left fist, forcing him to fall onto the ground with a bloodied nose.

"GAMH! WAT!?"

"Ventriloquism, one of the lessons that GJ teaches for spies like myself." she said with a smirk as Gemini rose back up in pain.

"EH!? ZIM NOSSABE!?"

"Eh? Couldn't understand you, I don't speak idiot." she said in a mocking tone while pulling out four sets of dark purple coated cutting knives from her sleeves and placed them in between her fingers by the hilts. "And don't worry, I'm not going to kill you. I'm just going to make sure you're only a head in a jar from now on. One less annoyance running around."

"A-ANYANCE!?" the villain growled before turning his arms into chainsaws. "I'N NTO AY ANNYANCE!"

"Still can't understand you, speak up!"

"GGGGGGRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

And just like that, the chainsaw man raced towards the spy with fury in his eyes, unaware of...the horrible mistake he was going to make at this moment, especially when he made it his personal mission to KILL Kim Possible for joining the GJ in a way more personal manner.

Aka, Kim Possible was his sister's PRODIGY!

[Funny manga reference aside, Gemini is going to find himself in a bind at any moment. Maybe even less.]

'Too easy, even with my bulk.' she thought with a smirk before throwing four of her knives at the man's limbs.

ZAP!

SIIISSSH!

Resulting in them getting jammed as Gemini was now stuck, mid attack...and was still under the law of velocity.

"AGGGAAAH!"

CRASH!

Which led to him hitting a nearby wall as Kim shook her head.

"This is even easier than when I was slim." she said with a chuckle. "Although back then I wasn't honed in assassination techniques or had weapon disarming training."

"Good job Possible, not get me out of here before Junior somehow gets down here."

"Relax, he's in snooze town right no-"

"Nope." spoke a very familiar voice from behind the chef before walking into the room, revealing themselves as a...still conscious Junior. "Didn't even get the ticket."

"HOW!? That was enough barringtonia asiatica powder to keep you out cold for hours!"

"True, but this isn't the first time someone tried to poison me, so I kinda gained a partial immunity to nearly any poison that's not a blue ring octopus, or a scorpion, or a Komodo Dragon, or really anything on that scale." he said while some of his fingers started to spasm lightly every so often. "So I have just enough movement to stop you from getting the prisoner, no thanks to Gemini."

[I give him about thirty minutes, maybe less, before he passes out.]

"Yeah, let's cut the chit-chat. We can ALL have cake and tea AFTER I'm done here."

"Oooh, how about tea next Saturday?"

"Don't forget the bill and that's a business investment." she said with a smirk before throwing tiny black pellets into the air from her left hand.

BOOOM!

Each one released a black smoke as the entire room became coated in a cloud of smog, making the villain's eyesight drop to almost nothing.

"Gah! Why smoke!?" he yelled in surprise while trying to fan the smoke away from his eyes.

"ZIM ASSAPLE!" Gemini yelled in rage while using all his willpower to twist the joints around, snapping the knives and allowing him to regain his movement, albeit slower and clunky. "I ZALL ZILL AYU!"

"Stop whining and make a fan or something from your hands."

"ZUIT UP!"

SIISH!

KLANG!

"GAH!" Gemini yelled in pain as a purple colored cleaver went flying into his chest, followed by several purple chopsticks to the neck.

ZAP!

KABOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Which resulted in the chest exploding, revealing a smoking mess of wires and metal shards, as the head went flying into the wall, where a large metallic 'collar' covered the stump where his neck would've been.

"ZOWI!"

[Oh look, a head way into a terrible ripoff. He's NO Baxter Stockman, especially if he has spider legs to use for his escape. So last 2003.]

"Mmmmm, I guess I have to handle this." Junior said before also adding something that made the former head of WEE fume in rage. "Oh and Sheldon, you're fired."

"WAHT!?" the head yelled as four large black spindly legs appeared from the 'collar' and allowed itself to stand above the ground.

[HA! Called it!]

"Yeah, between your tantrums, bad business deals and the fact I find you kinda a downer, taking full control of WEE and casting you out is a no brainer really."

"YZU ELL PAR FUR THIZ!" Gemini yelled while crawling away with his spider-like legs and disappeared into one of the hallways. "YZY SLL PAAAYYYYY!"

[Yeah...he's going to die in the maze of dungeons. He has a tendency to forget things when angry and well, not even a cyborg can navigate this level without help...so yeah, he's going to end up as a skeleton in some far-off corner of the room...perfect for a Halloween prop really.]

"...now where were we-"

SWISH!

"WOAH!" Junior yelled while dodging a kitchen knife to the face, only for him to run towards the source of the knife and kick outwards with his left foot.

POW!

SQUISH!

Which resulted in him hitting the soft belly of Kim Possible, who looked slightly surprised at the attack itself as she jumped back and started slashing at the man with her knives, the smoke finally dissipating after a few minutes.

SWISH!

"Huh, still fast as ever."

"I might be fat, but that doesn't mean I don't stop my training...it's my metabolism that hampers me these days." Kim said while sweat started to form on her brow.

"That and the snacks?"

"Oh, you did NOT just say that!"

"What? I'm just-WOAH! Watch the hair!" Junior yelled while nearly getting sliced on the face, barely losing his right ear and some of his hair. "I just had this thing prepped!"

"Sorry, but at this point, I'm trying to distract you." she said before pulling out some pepper spray from her left sleeve and aimed it at his eyes. "And I'm just about spent, so-"

"Don't you DARE-"

SHIIIIIIIZZZZZZZ!

"PEPPER SPRAY!"

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" he screamed in pain as he stumbled backwards, only to feel his own body finally going limp from the poison in his system. "THE PAIN! THE...a..a...h..can't...breathe..."

CRASH!

And just like that, the larger man finally entered the realm of unconsciousness with an expression of extreme pain, as Kim panted a little, sweat forming on her head as she walked towards the discarded body of Gemini and pulled out the weapons from its metal frame.

"Ah...ah...ah...ah...yep. Not the fighter I used to be." she said with a sigh while pulling each of her weapons into her sleeves as she turned towards the sarcophagus and walked towards it, albeit a little slower than before. 'Note to self, relax when I get out of this place.'

"You still need to work on your knife throw. The aim was still off."

"Hey, at least it worked out well." Kim deadpanned while slicing the latches with her knives, causing the door to slide to the side with a heavy thud.

And, just like clockwork, a tall slender fair skinned young woman with short graying brown hair that went down to her ears, a single black left eye, a wide black eyepatch covering her right eye that sported the words 'GJW' on it, a D cup chest and large ass, a slender gray mechanical left hand with light green glass-like nails, wearing a form fitting long sleeved dark blue catsuit with a gold oval clip on the left breast, a low collar with a gray oval button in the center, gray banded cuffs, a wide black belt sporting a gray buckle, dark blue pants, black low heeled boots with gray nodes on the sides, sporting a serious expression on her face, walked out of the sarcophagus without a worry in the world in her stride.

"True, but let's leave before the goons show up."

"What about Gemini?"

"He's dead to me at this point." she said bluntly while walking away, leaving Kim to sigh as she followed her new companion as well.

Yet as they walked out of the room, no one noticed the blue furred winged cat appearing on top of the sarcophagus without a care in the world.

"Ah, what an interesting change in Kim Possible's fighting style right? Underhanded and more weapon-focused. Well, you can thank Betty Director and Shego for training her in those tactics." Chaos said while looking at his left paw. "If she didn't have that training, she would've stayed retired. But you know Kim Possible, she's never one to just quit, even when she's over 500 pounds."

KABOOOOOOM!

"And cue the goons firing at our heroines, now while that seems fun to watch, this chapter is getting long and we have one more stop before we head to the next chapter, so let's go!" the cat said before the screen suddenly faded to black.

(A few hours later)

-Go City, Residential District, Go High Rises, Penthouse 69-

Click.

Crack.

The rectangular white door opened up as Kim, tired and semi ragged from exhaustion, walked into the wide light blue wallpapered main room fitted with pink curtains, a pink fur covered rug, small white tables, a few glass lined cabinets filled with various memorabilia and fashion designer bags, a wide screen tv hanging on the left wall, several metal picture frames and a long dark pink couch on her left, as she stumbled inside, closing the door behind her and-

"UGH!"

Landed face first on the couch without a care in the world.

"So...tired...so...hungry...ugh...!" Kim groaned while unwilling to leave her spot for anything, even when her stomach was growling to high heaven.

GROWL!

"Need food...too...tired though...ugh."

SLAM!

"HEYA! I'M HERE!"

"Ow...too loud." Kim groaned while the door slammed open behind her.

And, strutting in with a smirk, came a tall slender light tan skinned young woman with long platinum blonde hair that went down to her hips, light blue eyes, faded red lips, a D cup chest and small ass, a small mole on the left side of her upper lip, long dark pink diamond encrusted nails, wearing a shoulderless dark pink crop top sporting a purple broken heart emblem on the chest, wide gray wristbands sporting a dark pink stripe in the middle, large triangular dark pink earrings, a dark pink belt sporting a rectangular gray buckle, a dark purple purse on her left hand, gray shorts and knee length black high heeled boots, who seemed to not notice Kim's tiredness or the fact the door kinda was loud enough to wake the dead.

This was Carmille Leon, former cat food heiress, former thief and current girlfriend of Kim Possible...yes, you heard that right, CURRENT girlfriend of Kim Possible.

Now you must be wondering why? Money? A plot for revenge? Nope...it's...something else, something way more...wholesome.

"Are you home Kimmy?"

"Ugh..."

"Oh, yes you are. And don't worry, Debutante is doing well at the vet." Carmille said with a sigh. "She just needed a check up on her sprained leg, so the vet said to keep her overnight...um, Kim? Are you alright?"

"Ugh...tired...hungry..." she groaned while the former heiress walked over and saw on one of the couch's arms, right near the chef's feet.

"Rough mission?"

"...yes."

"Want me to get you up to cook or takeout?"

"Takeout...anything."

"Normal sizes or-"

"The usual. XXXL amounts of food."

Camille nodded with a smile while pulling out her phone from her handbag. "Go Eatery, Go Slice, Go Burger, Go Fish, Go Thai, Go Noodles or Go Wings?"

"Go Burger, in the mood for bacon burgers and mozzarella stix."

"Alright, good thing we have all of them on speed dial, especially for our streaming channel~"

[Yep, you heard that right. Camille is a streamer now, more specifically a mukbanger streamer...and she has Kim Possible as a co-star. What are the odds of that?]

"And don't worry." Carmille said while entering the number on her phone. "If they complain about the time, I'll tell them that the great Chef Possible will be owing them a favor in the future."

"Great...thanks..."

GROWL!

'I don't think my stomach will last another minute without food.'

(An hour later)

-Master Bedroom-

"Nom nom nom nom nom!"

"Enjoying it Kimmy~?" Camile said with a smile as she sat on a large circular pink water bed in the middle of a pink clad room, several computer screens lining the walls along with a large modem situated near the left side of said room as Kim, now wearing a purple sleeveless cropped shirt sporting a neon green heart on the chest and purple sweatpants, was busy scarfing down burgers and fries on a large tray on the side of the bed, not really caring that she's making a mess at the moment or that she's been releasing gas from both ends.

"Nom nom nom! It tastes-UUURP! Good!"

"Glad to hear it." She said while grabbing a remote from her right side and pressed one of the buttons. "And the audience is enjoying the show too. Fifty bags of bacon burgers and fries and your STILL not at the one hundredth yet~" 'And hopefully we get a lot of Kim Points for this one, especially from the nicely paying tiers~'

"UUURRP! Still can't believe you use me for your streams." 'And that I'm even allowing myself to...burp and fart without restrain. I pride myself on professionalism!'

"Hey, it helps not only pay the bills but also helps with some charities we give the money too."

"...if we weren't dating and still enemies, you wouldn't be-UUURRRP! Making that statement."

"True." Camille said with a chuckle while seeing Kim finishing off her ninety-eighth bag of food with gusto. "But hey, it happened and you know you love me, Kimmy~"

"UUUURRPP!"

"Ooh, that one got us 400 Kim Points~"

"Mmmm, UUURRRP!" Kim burped while finishing off the final box of fries, her cheeks covered in grease and stains as Carmille looked at the screens and waved at them, ignoring the spy's gas in the process. 'Finally...so full.'

"Alright, that's a wrap my fellow Kimlings~ But don't worry, the next Mukbang Stream will be next Saturday, will my adorable girlfriend survive a sea of pizza or will she finally concede? Stay tuned to the Chef Kim Sitchstream Channel for more info and don't forget to check out the MeTube channel, Carmille World for more updates to our totally Phat Life and Kim's new academic tips for you beginners. Chao~!"

Click.

Wiiissh!

"And there, the live stream footage is done." Carmille said with a smirk. "Now, let's chat. It's BEEN a while~"

"I was only UUURP! Gone a day."

"Details details." She said while putting the remote down and laid on her side, facing Kim's backside. "Now, how was the mission?"

"Long. Tiring. And god, Gemini was pathetic." Kim said with a grumble, releasing a small toot, one unheard to the naked ear, from her rear. "He was way more intimidating when I was in high school."

"Yeah...and you bring home anything from Bermuda?"

"No. Most of the food I used for the mission had poison fish tree powder in them."

"Aw, I love your sushi though."

"Next-UUUUUUURRRRPPPP! Time." Kim said with a blush. "Sorry about the gas...at both ends."

"No prob, I know you have to let loose after a meal." She said with a snicker. "Plus why would I be repulsed by anything you do? You're the reason why we hit it off back then."

"Well, back then I didn't realize the reason you were disinherited was because your father was an anti BBW and anti SSBBW. I mean that was kinda...odd at the time." 'And stupid of him, I mean people's tastes DON'T need to be similar to yours ya know.'

"Yeah, besides the whole spending too much, daddy REALLY hated 'big people. But in my eyes, they are so hot, and I'd gladly support them in any way, even if it puts a dent in my credit card...and given back when we were still enemies, the plus sized community weren't that popular as it is at the moment, so...I kept that to myself. Till one day, when I was attempting to get some cash at Go City Culinary School for the Gifted, I took a step into the nearest kitchen and saw you having a midnight snack in the fridge and you looked like a deer caught at the tail end of a truck's headlights."

"Yeah, I recall that one...and then you stripped down, exclaimed 'I found love!' and started making out with me for three hours straight."

"It was two and a half." Carmille said with a wink. "And you were SO enjoying it too~"

Kim blushed bright red as she was suddenly pulled onto her back by her girlfriend.

"And right now, I'm SURE that you're in need of some fun right now~"

"C-Carmille?"

"I just learned that I can add certain traits into my regular form at will. Including the thick, long sausage that we like...although it's nor plastic."

[...what? I'm JUST as surprised as you about that fact. Dr Beaufox's 'Nanomorphing' technology not only makes Carmille eternally youthful but also...lets her add things in her normal form, something she hasn't experimented on till very recently...Kim's going to feel sore in the morning.]

"...what!?"

"Yep, now time for me to get ready for our 'fun time'~"

Kim's eyes widened as her girlfriend's body started to twitch and shift, her form gaining more and more fat until she was the size of Kim herself, her clothes getting ripped in the process as...

Something poked out from under the stomach fat, something long, thick and throbbing.

"C-Camille-"

"Hush, I'll take the lead~" she said while climbing on top of Kim's stomach as the camera suddenly panned upwards towards a nearby screen, where the embodiment of chaos appeared on the screen like a pixelated version of itself.

[Oh my. This is getting REALLY into sexy time shenanigans. But yes, THIS is what they do after every mission, some streaming, some sexy time and a lot of cuddling. Not bad for a former vigilante turned spy chef.]

"Ooooh~"

"Ha! Yes, that's the right hole~!"

"UUUUURRRRRPPP!"

[So yeah, let's go so we don't interrupt these lovebirds, or ostriches in this case. I hope to see you in the next chapter and remember, nothing's too strange in THIS series.]

FFFFUSSSSSSSSS!

"OOOOHHHH~!"

"AH AH! SO SOFT!"

[Especially this. Later!]

And just like, the screen faded to black as the sounds of lustful moaning and hard thrusts echoed in the background, the loud sounds of expelled gas trumpeting above it all before all was silenced in an instant.

Xxxxx