(Note: continuation of story in which former Greg will be referred to as Kim and vice versa - pronouns adjusted as such)
New Kim went through their suitcase picked out a sports bra, crop top, and a form fitting leggings. As she got dressed into her gym clothes that highlighted her curves and lean shape, Greg was watching from the doorway.
"Phew" new Greg whistled. He was feeling his manhood rise up to half mast. "Maybe another quickie is needed", he joked. Kim couldn't help but blush.
"Now," Greg teased, smirking as he continued to strike poses and feel up his newfound muscles. "I think I want to check out the hotel gym. I’ve never actually been strong before. I want to see what this body can do!" He made a most muscular pose. "Besides, you should stretch your new body, too. Maybe a little yoga? I think you’d look cute doing some downward dog" he winked.
Kim bit her lip, feeling another twinge of conflicted emotions. She didn’t hate how her HUSBAND looked now. In fact, watching him move, hearing the deep resonance of her former voice coming out of his mouth—it stirred something in her she didn’t fully understand. But she also felt small, fragile, and out of control in ways she never had before.
Kim sighed as she trailed after Greg to the gym. Every step she took was a reminder of what she had lost. Her body—the one that used to be hers—was now full of confidence, power, and size. Greg had already grown into it so naturally, like he had been meant to be this way all along.
He didn't even seem to notice how he was taking up space in a way old Greg never had before. He walked with his shoulders back, chin high, and an effortless swagger that made Greg's new, smaller body feel even more insignificant.
Kim flushed. "Ki-Greg, I don’t—"
"Come on, honey," he said, emphasizing the pet name in a teasing, almost condescending way. "No one will be there and I’ll help you. We can both make the best of this."
That stung. She had always been the more physically active one, but back then, it had been the old Greg who had the natural size and strength, not her new petite self. She had always trained, but he had never needed to. Now the tables had completely turned.
Still, the thought of watching her husband in action was oddly thrilling. Thinking of the bowling ball biceps that was once hers, the thick meaty pecs, and round boulder shoulders. She felt warm inside and became lost in thought until Greg grabbed her delicate wrist with his powerful grip. "Come on. We’re going."
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At the Gym
When they arrived, Greg took a long, satisfied look in the mirror, admiring himself. Dressed in a tight tank top and gym shorts, she looked like she belonged there. She was built like a machine, with thick legs, broad shoulders, and a chest that stretched the fabric just right. Just the thought of what he could do to the weights got his blood rushing.
Kim, on the other hand, was drowning in her leggings and crop top, feeling like an imposter. She had always been bigger, but now...
Greg noticed his hesitation and gave his perky little ass a slap. "Loosen up, babe! It’s just a gym."
Kim squeaked, glaring at her. "You—"
"Relax. You’re cute when you get all flustered," she teased, before walking over to the weight rack.
Kim sat down at a yoga mat, crossing his legs as he watched Greg grab a dumbbell—one of the heavier ones, the kind he used to lift effortlessly.
Greg tested the weight in her hand, then smirked. "This is way too easy." She grabbed a heavier one. Then another. Before long, she was curling weights that Kim had never even attempted before.
"God, this is amazing," He grunted, his veins bulging and sweat seeping through her tank as she worked.
Kim swallowed hard. Watching him was doing something to her—something weird. His tiny body felt overheated. Greg was just standing there, sweating, muscles flexing, completely in his element.
He was getting stronger, and she, weaker.
She should have hated it.
Instead, it made his thighs press together due to a wetness forming around her vagina.
Greg caught his gaze in the mirror and grinned. "Like what you see?" he cooed in his deep baritone voice.
Kim turned bright red. "I—"
He laughed, dropping the weights and wiping her brow. "Relax, babe. You’re gonna get used to this." She grabbed a towel and draped it around her neck, looking like the textbook definition of an alpha male.
Then she walked over to Kim, towering over him as he sat on his little yoga mat. She crouched down and ran a big, strong hand through his hair.
"You’re my wife now," he murmured. "And wives need to support their husbands. So, come on. Let’s stretch those pretty little legs of yours."
Kim's heart pounded as Greg guided him through a stretching routine, her strong hands adjusting his posture, her deep voice coaxing him along. She was treating him like he was delicate. Like he needed her protection now.
And the scariest part?
Kim liked it.