It was a beautiful Sunday and Kim could always exercise later, however her stomach decided to remind her that it was breakfast time and giving her tank top a tug Kim headed downstairs where her mother was starting to prepare breakfast. "Morning Mom," Kim pecked her mother on the cheek before pouring herself a big glass of milk.
"Morning Kimmie, how did you sleep last night?" Dr. Possible turned towards her daughter and caught the sight of Kim's now tone-less stomach and a peculiar rush passed through her body. Kim however didn't seem to notice as she stretched in her seat.
"Great Mom and I am really hungry for some reason,"
"Well you are a growing girl," her mother smiled at her before turning back to the stove and spoke in a low tone, " in more ways than one."
"You say something Mom?"
Dr. Possible blinked for a second before she registered what Kim had asked. "Oh, yes your father got called in today and the boys are over at their friends for the last day of their weekend sleepover so it's just you and me." Another rushed passed through Anne Possible as she finished an omelet and slid it onto a plate and then handed it to Kim.
"Thanks Mom," Kim tucked into her breakfast as her mother stared at her stomach.
'Maybe I should make pancakes as well,' her mother thought before turning back to the stove. 'How much harm could a little food do after all especially compared to the dangerous things that Kim did every day.'
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