You are Candice, the oldest sister of Amelia.
You remember Amelia as this little, sweet girl with long, light hair, jumping happily around and playful between your legs, so small and innocent with her bright smile and squeaky voice.
However you had stopped seeing Amelia as soon she went to college, which haven't bothered you much since you had been busy too with university work, but one summer you had time to visit your parent’s house where Amelia was living now as she had just returned from college.
As you pulled up to the house you noticed your mom and dad's car were gone
"They must be on that trip they talked about"
You walked inside and went to Amelia’s room. You could not wait to see your small, chipper little sister again as you knocked on the door.
"Amelia? Are you home?!"
This was followed by heavy, loud footsteps coming closer and closer every second. You suddenly felt frighten, and backed off slightly just in time for the door to swing open, making your jaw drop as you looked higher and higher up on the massive, plump, amazon standing taller than the doorframe looking pissed down at you with foul, teenage smelling odor emitting behind her.
Amelia had changed dramatically, grown humongous tall, muscles bulging from pumping iron for years, tattoos plastered here and there and thigs twice as thick as yours. She had cut her hair short and colored it black, put on goth makeup and wore a choker, mid waist shorts, tattered socks and way too small top, looking like such a grim, bratty bitch.
And her new rack did not help it either, it was bloated beyond the average cup size; they were K-cups. Honey melons sacking over Amelia’s chest just looming over Candice in their bra-free, outstretched top with cleavage to show.
The smell from her was stuffy and heavy, she really hadn’t taken care of herself, as you spotted her hairy armpits which Amelia quickly scratched as she stood there and her pubic hair trailing up along her abs and down to her groin, where you only could imagine the unshaven, itchy wilderness she was hiding.
You jumped in shock as you heard your little’s sister’s new booming and rumbling voice:
“WHAT DO YOU WANT?!”
You stood silent, frighten and alarmed as you stared up at the angry, overdeveloped, broad, endowed hulk, who was supposed to be your sweet, little sister.
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