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Muscles, Meals, and Measuring Tape

Published: October 15th 2024, 6:35:32 am

Hi Hi ✨

This is Monday's story, sorry for the delay. I think I'm running out of ideas for the fmg-35 universe. I think I will write other types of stories (that still involve our huge ladies ofc) until I get the motivation and inspiration to continue writing stories in this universe. But if you have some ideas, please let me know!

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Muscles, Meals, and Measuring Tape

"Josh, can you reach the good plates? They're on the top shelf," Ingrid called from the kitchen, her voice echoing through their spacious home.

Josh, once a towering figure of muscle and might, now looking decidedly average next to his transformed wife, grunted as he stretched on his tiptoes. "Sorry, love. Even with the step stool, I'm about a foot short. You'll have to get them yourself."

Ingrid sighed, a mixture of amusement and exasperation in her voice. "Right, sorry. Sometimes I forget." She strode into the dining room, her 7'6" frame dwarfing her husband as she easily reached up and grabbed the plates. "Old habits die hard, I suppose."

It was New Year's Day, 2036, and the couple was preparing for their first dinner party since Ingrid's transformation. Their friends Megara and Ross were due any minute, and there was still so much to do.

Josh watched as Ingrid effortlessly set the table, her muscular arms flexing with each movement. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of... what was it? Jealousy? Admiration? Both?

The doorbell rang, interrupting his thoughts. "I'll get it!" Josh called, eager for a distraction.

He opened the door to find Megara and Ross, their friends looking as mismatched as he and Ingrid must appear to others. Megara stood at an impressive 7'2", her curvy yet muscular frame accentuated by a form-fitting dress. Ross, by contrast, looked positively diminutive next to her, despite being of average height for a man.

"Happy New Year!" Megara boomed, enveloping Josh in a hug that lifted him off his feet. "Oh, sorry about that," she giggled, setting him down gently. "Still getting used to my strength."

Ross shook his head, a wry smile on his face. "You'd think after all this time, she'd have figured it out by now."

Ingrid appeared behind Josh, ducking slightly to fit through the doorway. "Meg! Ross! Come in, come in. Dinner's almost ready."

As they made their way to the living room, Megara's eyes widened as she took in Ingrid's size. "Blimey, Ingrid! Have you grown even more since I last saw you?"

Ingrid shrugged, a sheepish grin on her face. "Maybe a little? It's hard to keep track these days."

Josh chuckled, patting his wife's arm. "Hard to keep track? Love, you've outgrown three wardrobes in the past week alone."

The four friends settled into the living room, the furniture creaking slightly under the weight of the two Amazonian women. Ross and Josh shared a knowing look, a silent acknowledgment of their new reality.

"So, how's the new job going, Meg?" Ingrid asked, carefully sipping from a wine glass that looked comically small in her large hands.

Megara beamed. "Oh, it's brilliant! Who knew being a bouncer would be so much fun? And the pay's not bad either, especially with the 'Amazon bonus' they're offering these days."

Ross rolled his eyes good-naturedly. "Yeah, and meanwhile, us 'regular' folks are left competing for what's left. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. My coding job's safe enough... for now."

Josh nodded sympathetically. "Tell me about it. The bodybuilding world's completely turned on its head. I've had to pivot to personal training, but even that's a challenge now. Most of my female clients can outlift me without breaking a sweat."

Ingrid reached over and squeezed his shoulder gently. "You're doing great, honey. Your expertise is still valuable, even if the playing field has... shifted a bit."

"Speaking of shifting," Megara interjected, a mischievous glint in her eye, "I couldn't help but notice your new door frames, Ingrid. Had to make some renovations, did we?"

Ingrid blushed slightly. "Well, you know how it is. One too many bumped heads, and Josh here insisted we make some changes."

Josh laughed. "Insisted? More like begged. I was tired of patching up holes in the walls every other week."

The timer in the kitchen chimed, and Ingrid stood up. "That'll be the roast. Josh, love, could you help me bring everything out?"

As the couple disappeared into the kitchen, Megara turned to Ross with a grin. "Five quid says Josh can't carry anything heavier than the salad bowl."

Ross shook his head, chuckling. "No bet. I've learned my lesson about underestimating you Amazons."

In the kitchen, Josh and Ingrid worked in tandem, a well-practiced dance of domesticity. Ingrid effortlessly lifted the heavy roasting pan, while Josh gathered the sides and condiments.

"You know," Josh said, a hint of wistfulness in his voice, "there was a time when I would've been the one carrying the heavy stuff."

Ingrid paused, setting down the roast and turning to face her husband. "Hey," she said softly, cupping his face in her large hands, "you're still the strongest man I know. It's not about muscle size, it's about character. And you, Joshua Martinez, have that in spades."

Josh smiled, leaning into her touch. "Thanks, love. Now, let's feed our guests before Megara decides to eat the furniture."

They returned to the dining room, laden with food. As they all settled around the table, the size differences became even more apparent. Ingrid and Megara's chairs groaned under their weight, while Josh and Ross looked almost child-like in comparison.

"This looks amazing, Ingrid," Ross said, eyeing the spread appreciatively. "Though I have to ask, did you cook enough? I've seen what Meg can put away these days."

Megara playfully swatted at her husband, nearly knocking him off his chair. "Oi! I'm a growing girl, I need my nutrients."

"Growing?" Ingrid laughed. "Meg, if you grow any more, you'll have to move to a bigger city."

As they dug into the meal, the conversation flowed freely, punctuated by laughter and the occasional clinking of utensils against plates that now seemed too small.

"You know," Megara said between bites, "I've been wondering. Ingrid, Joshy-boy here used to be quite the specimen back in the day. Any chance you've got an old bodybuilding photo lying around? I'm dying to see the contrast."

Josh groaned. "Oh no, not the old photos. Haven't I been embarrassed enough?"

Ingrid grinned. "Oh, come on, love. It's all in good fun. Besides, you were quite the hottie back then. Still are, if you ask me."

She stood up, her head nearly brushing the ceiling, and went to fetch an album from the bookshelf. As she flipped through the pages, she found what she was looking for. "Ah, here we go. Mr. Universe finalist, 2030."

She passed the photo around, and Megara let out a low whistle. "Wow, Josh. You were built like a brick house! What happened, mate?"

Josh flexed jokingly, his muscles barely visible under his shirt. "Hey, I'll have you know I can still bench press... well, a lot less than I used to, but still respectable!"

Ross chimed in, a twinkle in his eye. "You know what would be really interesting? If we could compare then and now. Anyone got a measuring tape handy?"

Ingrid's eyes lit up. "Ooh, now that sounds like fun! I think I've got one in the sewing kit. Be right back!"

As Ingrid left to fetch the tape, Josh buried his face in his hands. "I can't believe I'm about to be humiliated in my own home."

Megara reached across the table, patting his arm consolingly. "Aw, chin up, Joshy. We're all friends here. Besides, it's not like any of us men stand a chance these days anyway."

Ingrid returned, measuring tape in hand. "Alright, who's first?"

"Ladies first," Ross said, gesturing to Megara and Ingrid. "Let's see how you two stack up."

The two women stood back to back, and Josh took the tape measure, having to stretch to reach the top of their heads. "Alright, Meg, you're coming in at... 7'2". And Ingrid, you're... blimey, 7'6" on the dot!"

Megara turned to face Ingrid, craning her neck slightly. "Bloody hell, Ingrid. You're a proper giant!"

Ingrid shrugged, a mix of pride and embarrassment on her face. "Guess I got a double dose of the virus or something."

"Alright, bicep contest!" Ross called out. "Let's see those guns, ladies!"

Megara and Ingrid stood side by side, flexing their arms. Josh wrapped the tape around Megara's bicep first. "24 inches! Meg, that's bigger than I ever was in my prime!"

Then he moved to Ingrid, his eyes widening as he struggled to get the tape around her flexed arm. "27 inches! Ingrid, love, that's... that's insane!"

Josh stood back, shaking his head in disbelief. "I can't believe it. My wife's biceps are bigger than my thighs used to be."

Megara grinned, nudging Josh with her elbow (and nearly knocking him over in the process). "Alright, tough guy. Your turn. Let's see what you're working with these days."

Josh reluctantly stepped up, trying to puff out his chest as Ingrid measured him. "6'1", same as always. And biceps... 16 inches. Not too shabby, right?"

There was a moment of awkward silence before Ross burst out laughing. "Mate, I hate to break it to you, but I think my wife's calves are bigger than your biceps now."

The room erupted in laughter, and even Josh couldn't help but join in. "Alright, alright. I get it. I'm the little guy now. How the mighty have fallen, eh?"

Ingrid wrapped her arms around him from behind, easily lifting him off the ground. "You'll always be mighty to me, love. Just... fun-sized now."

As the laughter died down and they returned to their seats, the mood shifted slightly. Josh looked around at his friends, at his wife, and felt a sudden surge of emotion.

"You know," he said, his voice soft but steady, "a year ago, I might have felt humiliated by all this. But now? I'm just grateful. Grateful for friends who can laugh with us, not at us. Grateful for a wife who loves me, no matter what size I am. And grateful for a world that, despite all its changes, still has room for all of us."

Ingrid leaned down and kissed the top of his head. "Couldn't have said it better myself, love."

Megara raised her glass. "To changes, challenges, and friendships that stand the test of time... and gravity!"

They all clinked glasses, the sound ringing out in the room. As they settled back into conversation, the laughter and warmth filling the space, it was clear that while their world had changed dramatically, some things – like the bond between true friends – remained beautifully, wonderfully the same.