This is the first part of a proposed trilogy revolving around individuals who don't reach puberty until age 18, and how it ties in with potential stimuli. In "Piglet Lawson", the main character is a typical "runt of the litter" who finds favor with a teen jock of prodigious strength and virility. Here, the stimuli is a prepubescent relationship involving a barely-legal late bloomer. The second one, still a WIP, will deal with the idea of late-puberty being triggered by humiliation. The third, which is the only entry to feature a female protagonist, will deal with the idea of being guided into puberty by a male who she has a crush on. PROLOGUE My name is Merrick Lawson. But everyone calls me "Piglet". It's because I'm small. I'm weak. I'm puny. I'm the runt of the litter called the student body of Dante McDougal Memorial High School, named after one of our more prolific political figures. For some reason, puberty never happened to me. By the time most people were getting armpit hair and their first zits, I still looked like I was only 8. And at age 18, I look like I'm barely 12. I'm under 5', I have no body hair, never had an erection, and I'm all alone in this. You see, everyone else, even the other "late-bloomers" have since joined the ranks of the post-pubescent. So it's safe to say that they pick on me. They ask me all the time in the locker room if I've been lying about my age. They beat me up. They mock me. And the guys on the football team never stop harassing me. And even worse, the teacher's don't do a Goddamn thing about it. But it's not all bad. I have one person on my side. You see, the football team may harass me, but there's one that tries to keep them in check. His name is Mercutio Derwood. As a kid, he was just like me, but he hit puberty at age 8, and apparently never stopped. He stood at nearly 6'5", weighed almost 320 lbs (with no fat whatsoever), and had a face that one could only describe as "cherubic". Even when he competes in local bodybuilding events, which he apparently can only do so alongside more seasoned veterans due to the fact that he clearly outranks those in the teen and collegiate levels. But deep down, I knew there was a reason he looked out for me... because he loved me. He wasn't gay, or even bi. But he loved me. And not like a brother, but romantically, despite having the most beautiful girl in school wearing his letterman jacket, which he earned during a brief stint at football before he eschewed that for his bodybuilding career, and his class ring. I can only imagine how his girlfriend, petite little Gianna Grandwood, could have sex with him, since it's obvious he's hung, and built like a fucking tank. And either one of those things alone would make sex arduous, but somehow it worked, since she always bragged about their sex life, and how he always makes her cum. So that's why the call I got that night was so confusing.