Kim Possible Porn Story: Leading Up To This Chapter 1

The city was drenched in the dark of night. Underneath the lightning, roaring thunder, and the pouring rain most of the city was black. The whole city lost power except for a tall and rather odd-shaped building that proudly stood in the outskirts. Had it not been for the thunder and the rain the city probably would be able to hear the five inhabitants of that building argue amongst themselves.

So far it was turning out to be a typical evening at the Go Tower. The members of Team Go were in the meeting room ‘discussing’ how their rival Avarius managed to evade them once again. Their particularly accusatory exchange lasted for about an hour and included occasional punching and tackling. This ended abruptly when the green clad member of the team stormed out of the room. When the door slammed behind her the room went silent. The team discussion had reached its conclusion.

Believe it or not, this was actually a common occurrence for the team of superheroes. It was a totally typical night somewhere in the middle of the week. When she failed to return the next day it was unusual but not surprising. After a week had gone by and she still hadn’t returned the remaining members must have realized the situation was definitely different. And their reaction? To tell you the truth I wouldn’t know. I was the one who left that day and I really don’t care how they felt about it.

I left Go City on foot, running through the relentless rain. I made it to Went which was a small town west of Go City. There I found a shabby hotel that I paid for with the money of one of my fake identities. Chances are my brothers wouldn’t remember this one because I didn’t use it very often. The next day I got the hell out of the country; I needed to get as far away from my stupid family as possible

I was in Europe and had no money to establish a life for myself or even just to get back to the US. I tried to get a job but that proved difficult seeing as I could not offer records of who I am. Those were all at home. After about three weeks of mostly living on the street I did something I never thought I would ever do: I stole. Really it was only a few items from SmartyMart that I could not afford to pay for.

Right before I went into the store I felt this tremendous guilt. It felt so awful it created a dull ache in my chest. I pushed myself forward, determined to do it anyway. When I grabbed the items off the shelf and into my purse, my heart was beating rapidly. By the time I got out of the store I noticed my guilt was gone. It was replaced by the realization of how easy it was to steal. Replaced by the thrill of doing something I knew I wasnt supposed to. Furthermore, it was replaced by the desire to feel that thrill again.

That night I dreamt of high crime and adrenaline. The temptation was just too great so I didnt even bother trying to resist it. By the next morning I was out shoplifting and pickpocketing whatever I felt like grabbing. For the next two or three months it was practically all I ever did and not once did I ever get caught. Much to my amusement the authorities were baffled. I laughed myself to tears watching the news one night with a stolen plasma tv. Around this time I packed up my favorite stolen junk and flew back to the US. I dont know why but it seemed like the right time to go back. I still avoided Go City and even Chicago altogether. I settled in California and continued on my criminal lifestyle there.

The public didnt know of me but there were some individuals who did. In time I learned that I had gained a reputation among the other criminals in the community. I was the rising star of the underground evil-doer society. I gradually transitioned from a humble thief who stole for kicks to a skilled accomplice hired for all kinds of jobs including theft, infiltration, and kidnapping. I got paid good money for it too.

One fateful day I agreed to steal a government-created laser for an irrational and overtly annoying mad scientist. This happened about five or six years ago. I don’t know exactly when because I never think about it. It doesn’t really matter but in any case this is where my story began.