Samantha poked her head through the door.

“Pardon me Kim, but I think I need some help.”

She confessed sheepishly.

“I think I had another growth spurt and I can’t fit through the hall, or any door. Like at all. Could I ask for some assistance?”

she asked, flustered by such a request. She’d always been crazy tall with a comically massive rear end, thighs and hips to boot, but while it’d made clothes and exercise a chore, it hadn’t impeded her ability to move through their house till now.