Puberty was already bad enough, but now your parents had thrown another challenge your way—a sleepover with your best friend, Amelia Stone. It wouldn’t have been a big deal before, but now, everything had changed.

Amelia had hit puberty early and hard, towering over everyone at an impossible 7’5”. She wasn’t just tall—she was built, thick with muscle and curves that made her presence impossible to ignore.

You sighed as you walked up to her house, your overnight bag slung over your shoulder. The place felt familiar, but at the same time, different. Knocking on the door, you barely had time to collect yourself before it swung open, revealing Amelia’s mom.

"Oh, hey, sweetie!" she greeted, stepping aside. "She’s up in her room—go on in."

You nodded, stepping inside and making your way upstairs. The house was the same, but knowing who was waiting for you at the end of the hall made it feel more intimidating. When you reached her door, you hesitated for a moment before pushing it open.

The first thing you noticed was how everything in her room seemed... bigger. The bed was enormous, the furniture slightly oversized—probably custom-made to accommodate her sheer size. You set your bag down, barely taking it all in before the bathroom door creaked open.

Stepping out was Amelia, fresh from the shower, her blonde hair damp and pulled back by a bunny-ear headband. She wore nothing but a tight sports bra and snug Adidas shorts, which stretched across her thick thighs. Beads of water still clung to her skin, making her look even more intimidating in the dim lighting.

She smirked at you, tilting her head.

"Entering a woman’s room without knocking?" she teased, crossing her arms over her chest. "Rude."

Before you could stammer out a response, she lunged forward and locked you in a soft yet unbreakable headlock, pulling you against her warm, muscular side.

"Just kidding, bro," she chuckled, ruffling your hair like old times before finally letting you go.