Kim Possible Porn Story: A Second Chance Chapter 4

Okay. From here on in, the chapters are gonna vary in length. No, Im not lazy. well, okay, maybe I am. But theyre separated like that for a reason. Also, another note. I have two different ways I can write this story. One way makes it a T rating. The other makes it an M rating. The plots the same. The only difference is in the details.

So heres what I would like for you people to do. In your review, say whether youd prefer it to continue as T or M. If you dont want anyone to know you read Drakkim, send me a PM.

Thanks to Samurai Crunchbird, phantomofthecaribbean, Captain Deadpool, and Angel of the Day for reviewing and a big thanks to kwebs and Samurai Crunchbird for helping me with the details.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible the show or the character, or any other character or product or whatever on that show. If I did, then Kim wouldntve had it so easy.

IV. Childish Games

The three of them entered the lab slowly, one of them in caution, one of them in slight confusion, and one of them too busy drooling over the machines to walk more than a few steps into the room before falling into a stupor.

It was a cavernous space, the ceiling almost high enough to keep them from seeing it through the dark. There were spires shaped like stalactites, though they were obviously man-made; it was very much different from the last time they had been there.

Did Drakken hire a decorator or something? Ron voiced his thought aloud. His pocket had a soft snore sounding from it, indicating that Rufus had fallen asleep after the weirdness of earlier.

Im not sure. This is certainly different, Kim answered. The walls were the same pale blue-gray, but the floor was nearly unrecognizable. There were piles of parts and different types of machines everywhere, their purposes unable to be determined from a glance. Looking at a pile of parts closely told Kim what had become of the Magmachine after they had cheesified it. Same for some of the destructo-o-bots, the doomsday decimator, the mind drill, and several other inventions. It looked like they had been gathered there for some reason.

Do you suppose he has the place booby-trapped, KP? I mean, it IS his lab with the techno dealies, Ron whispered. His voice, though quiet, still managed to echo throughout the room.

Dont be silly, Ron. You know Drakken would have forgotten about them and accidentally tripped them himself if there were any, Kim responded normally, though she walked and turned her head like she expected such a thing to happen.

This isbeautiful, Drew said in an awestruck voice. Kim turned and gave him an odd look. It was weird, hearing Drakkens voice saying that. It just looked like the same old lab with the same old equipment and the same old creepy lighting effect. But Drew was absolutely fascinated by all of the random bits of technology. Then again, Kim thought, he IS fromwhat year would it be? Well, whatever year it is, its back there.

Eww! What IS that stuff? Rons yell brought Kim out of her thoughts. Looking over to where Ron was standing, Kim saw what was getting Ron so grossed out–and, admittedly, it was grossing her out as well: a large tub of brown-green goo was sitting in a large container, bubbling and frothing, making an unsavory plopping sound with each bubble. It was connected to a large machine that had various dials on it as well as numerous hoses connecting to the wall and the bottom of the tub. And, as with most of Drakkens devices, it looked absurdly and blatantly sinister. Though it was just as likely that it was for something that was just the opposite.

I dont know. But I dont think we should touch it, either. It might be mutagenic, Kim hesitantly muttered, sounding gorched out enough to run for it.

What!? Like that stuff from Wannaweep? AH! Keep-it-away-from-me! Ron cried, running in the opposite direction. It was enough that I had that tail the first time!

WaitI thinkis that synthogoo? Kim amended her opinion. Ron calmed down a bit and his face twisted into a grimace.

Bleah! That cloning stuff does NOT wash out of clothes. I tried, believe me, KP, I tried. But my clothes were ruined, Ron said.

But why is there a tub of it in the middle of all of this other stuff? Kim asked no one in particular. She was about to contact Wade when she noticed that one of their party had gone missing.

Whered Drew go?

Ron took a look around, moving parts of equipment to look under them and around the piles of parts. A minute of looking later, he gave up. Kim, however, was still looking, eventually even yelling his name to get a response.

Heeeyhes missing KP! Its a trap! Ron ran toward Kim, intending to pull her to relative safety somewhere, when a faint noise began echoing through the room. It sounded like a voice of some sort. Shushing Ron, Kim listened hard in an attempt to pinpoint the noise.

I fooouunnd it, the voice echoed lightly around the large room. It sounded like it was getting closer to them. Deciding it would be better to meet halfway, Kim went at a brisk pace toward where she thought the voice was coming from, Ron trailing behind her.

Before they got too much farther into the room, Drew came running from behind a pile, what looked to be the Juvenator under his arm.

It was on a shelf labeled Not the Toys, Drew gasped a little, slouching slightly to catch his breath. I didnt keep in shape much, did I?

Good. That takes care of that. Now to activate it and figure out what were going to do with you Kim trailed off thoughtfully. Unfortunately for her, Drew decided to start messing with the Juvenator at that point, his technological curiosity finally getting the best of him. He was poking and prodding at it, trying to get it to work like in the video. He did manage to get it to work. However, the nozzle was pointed in the wrong direction.

What the- Ron squeaked as his body convulsed and throbbed randomly until he became Ron Stoppable: age 14. Hey! Whyd you do that?

Oops. Sorryuh, whatever your name is. I think I had it pointing in the wrong direction Drew said. He started messing with it again, but had it violently yanked from his grasp by the younger Ron.

Lets see how you like it! Ron said petulantly. He hit a series of random buttonsand hit himself in the face. Like Drew, he forgot to check the nozzle. Now Ron was a ten-year-old.

Hahahahaha! Thats priceless! Arent you a cute little boy? Drew giggled.

Oh really? Ron said in a highly pitched voice. This time, he managed to hit Drew with the Juvenator. Drew eventually became Drew Lipsky at 22 years old. The 80s look was firmly entrenched on himthough he was still blue. The scar was gone, replaced with a set of glasses, and the color of his jacket (which had the sleeves rolled up past the elbows) and the pants matched that of what had been his lab coat.

Hmmthis isnt right, but I think its getting closer, he said, examining his new form in the reflection of a piece of scrap metal. Aww. My hands are still small!

Looking at Drew like that made Kim remember something from her freshman year of high school. It was just a little thing, nothing really important at the time. Now, though, it would be useful. She could use it to get Drew a place to live. If the guilt was still going strong, at least.

Hyaa! Ron let out a battle cry that sounded more like a shout of childish glee as he blasted Drew again. This time, he skipped right down to age 7. The black shirt with the green skull looked out-of-place on a small child such as himself, though the scowl and blue skin helped to change that a bit. Haha! NOW whos the cute little boy?

Okay, thats enough, you two! Kim said, assuming babysitter mode and taking the toy-appearing device from Ron.

But Kiiiiiimm Ron whined.

He started it! Drew squeaked in his prepubescent voice while pointing accusingly at Ron.

Nuh-uh! He did!

Did not!

Did too!

Youre a liar liar pants on fire! Drew continued, now hopping up and down.

Am not!

Are so!

Am not!

Are-

Now boys, you both know it waswait, what am I doing? Ron, knock it off! Drew, stop that! She looked on the Juvenator until she found the instructions on how to use it stuck on the bottom. Kim returned Ron to his proper age and then turned her attention to Drew. Because her back was to him, she didnt notice the tongue that Ron stuck out at Drew, who returned the expression. A quick disapproving glance from Kim made Drew stop.

Okay then, here it goes, Kim said, pointing the device at Drew and pushing the appropriate buttons. After the initial effect wore down, Kim and Ron got to see what Drakken had looked like when he was sixteen years of age.

He looked like an awkward cross between his childhood and his young adult. He had the black t-shirt, but now there was an extra pocket in the front that looked to be holding a pocket protector filled with pens. His glasses were thick, like the bottom of a glass bottle, and they sat heavily on the bridge of a nose that had a strip of white cloth stuck underneath the points which the glasses contacted his face. The unibrow was much less pronounced, but still apparent, while his ears stuck out even farther than they did at age 40. His pants were the same as the child ones, except they hung loose, piling a little on the floor. His hands were a little bigger, but not by much.

Now THIS, Drew said, looking at himself in the piece of scraps reflection again, THIS is right.

Uh-huh, Ron said slowly. He leaned toward Kim and muttered, erd-nay lert-ay.

Ron, Kim whispered, behave. While Drew was still checking out his appearance, Kim pulled Ron aside to talk a bit more privately.

Ron, I need you to stay here and watch him.

What! Why do I have to stay here?

Because I have to go do something that you cant do! Kim said quietly.

Whats that?

Getting him a place to stay. Now make sure he doesnt break anything or accidentally activate the self-destruct button, Kim finished before turning to leave.

Wait! Where are you going? Drew said, noticing that Kim was starting to leave. You cant leave me here alone!

You wont be alone, Kim responded. Rons going to stay here with you. Okay?

Youll be right back? he asked, his insecurity obvious. He was twiddling his hands in a nervous manner.

Yes. I just have to take care of something. Okay?

UmmI, nnnghfine. Justdont be too long? His eyebrows were knitted together in concern and his feet were shuffling in rhythm with his hands.

Dont worry. Ill be back before you know it! she said before running out the door.

A few seconds passed with Drew and Ron just kind of standing around, thinking a little. Then Ron decided to lay down the law.

Okay, now then, since Im the official sidekick to the one and only Kim Possible, and were in the lair of a super villainwho used to be you. That isnt now. Though this is still Drakkens place. Okay, how would that work? Ron began to ponder the possible paradox of their situation.

I dont know. Im not Darken! Drew sighed.

Drakken.

Po-ta-to, po-tah-to, Drew said with a wave of his hand, walking over to the wall.

Hey! Be careful! We dont know whats in here, Ron yelled to Drew. Drew rested his weight against the wall of the room, putting a hand on one of his hips and sending the other boy a skeptical look.

Whats there to worry about? The place is empty! What could- he was cut off when his arm began to sink into the rock. Drew jumped away with a yelp, watching as a door hidden by the rock began to lift up. He ran over to Ron, the designated sidekick, and cowered behind him slightly. The light from the dim overhead fluorescents fell upon the metallic skeleton of what looked to be a large attack droid of some sort.

As the eyes on the mech began to glow red, Drew and Ron both said, Oh, snap.