Family Meeting Shenanigans (Patreon)

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Here's a shorter, fun story about Candice, an amazon woman who comes back to her hometown for a family reunion. But many things have changed! Hope you enjoy it!

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Candace groaned as she fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, her massive fingers struggling with the tiny fastenings. "Bloody hell," she muttered, glaring at her reflection in the full-length mirror. At 7'1" and built like a tank, finding clothes that fit was a nightmare.

"Everything alright in there, honey?" Patrick's voice called from the hallway.

"Yeah, just... give me a sec," Candace replied, her powerful voice resonating through the bedroom. She gave up on the buttons and yanked the blouse over her head, tossing it onto the growing pile of discarded outfits.

Patrick poked his head around the door, his eyes widening as he took in the chaos of scattered clothes. "Jeez, did a tornado hit our closet?"

Candace turned to face her husband, towering over his 5'10" frame. "Very funny, short stuff. You try dressing for a family barbecue when you look like the Hulk's big sister."

Patrick chuckled, stepping into the room and navigating the clothing obstacle course. "Come on, you look amazing. Your mom's gonna flip when she sees how great you look."

"If by 'flip' you mean 'have a heart attack', then yeah, probably," Candace sighed, running a hand through her long, dark hair. "I haven't seen them since... you know." She gestured vaguely at her muscular body.

Patrick reached up to pat her arm reassuringly, the size difference between them still striking even after months of adjustment. "They're your family, babe. They'll love you no matter what. Even if you can now bench-press a car."

Candace couldn't help but smile, bending down to plant a kiss on Patrick's forehead. "Thanks, babe. Now, any bright ideas on what I can wear that won't make me look like I'm cosplaying as She-Hulk?"

Patrick rummaged through the closet, eventually emerging with a flowy maxi dress. "How about this? It's stretchy, so it should fit, and it's not too form-fitting."

Candace eyed the dress skeptically but took it from him. "Worth a shot, I guess. Can you zip me up?"

As Candace slipped into the dress, Patrick stood on his tiptoes, struggling to reach the zipper. "Um, honey? I might need a stepladder for this."

Candace burst out laughing, the sound booming through the room. "Oh god, we're ridiculous, great job not making me feel huge" she gasped between giggles.

Patrick joined in, his laughter mingling with hers. "Hey, you know what I mean, right? You're huge in all the right parts"

As their laughter subsided, Candace looked at herself in the mirror. The dress fit surprisingly well, even if it was a bit short, hitting just above her knees instead of at her ankles as intended.

"Not bad," she mused, turning to check the back view. "Think this'll do for meeting the family?"

Patrick nodded approvingly. "Absolutely. You look gorgeous, as always."

Candace smiled, feeling a bit more confident. "Alright, let's do this. Time to show my family the new and improved Candace."

As they headed out to the car, Candace paused in the doorway, taking a deep breath. "You know, I'm actually kind of excited to see everyone. Even if Mom does faint."

Patrick grinned up at her. "That's the spirit. Now, let's go make some jaws drop."

They stepped out into the sunny afternoon, ready to face whatever family shenanigans awaited them at the barbecue.

The car pulled up to Candace's childhood home, the once-imposing two-story house now looking almost quaint compared to her new stature. Patrick killed the engine and glanced over at his wife, noticing her nervous fidgeting.

"You okay there, giant?" he asked, reaching over to squeeze her hand.

Candace took a deep breath, her broad shoulders rising and falling. "Yeah, just... it's weird, you know? Last time I was here, I was the runt of the family. Now..."

Patrick chuckled. "Now you're the jolly green giant. Come on, it'll be fine. Your mom's probably just as nervous."

They stepped out of the car, Candace's head nearly brushing against the vehicle's roof. As they made their way up the path, the front door swung open, revealing Candace's mother, Linda.

"There's my baby girl!" Linda exclaimed, rushing forward. At 7'0", she was an impressive sight herself, but Candace still had a slight edge on her.

Candace grinned, embracing her mother in a bear hug that would've crushed a normal person. "Hey, Mom. Looks like I finally outgrew you, huh?"

Linda laughed, pulling back to look at her daughter. "By an inch! I swear, you girls are determined to make me feel short." She turned to Patrick, who was looking up at them with an amused expression. "Patrick, honey, so good to see you. How are you holding up with all this?"

Patrick shrugged good-naturedly. "Oh, you know, just trying not to get stepped on. The view's not bad, though."

"Patrick!" Candace playfully swatted his shoulder, nearly knocking him off balance.

Linda ushered them inside, where the rest of the family was gathered. Candace's sisters, Emma and Zoe, both standing at an impressive 6'11", rushed over to greet them.

"Look who finally decided to show up!" Emma teased, pulling Candace into a hug. "Damn, sis, you're looking jacked."

Zoe joined in, whistling appreciatively. "Seriously, what are they feeding you? You're making us look like shrimps."

Candace rolled her eyes, but couldn't hide her smile. "Oh, please. You two are hardly shrimps."

As they made their way to the backyard, Candace noticed her uncles and male cousins giving her wide-eyed looks. Her Aunt Susan, now a towering 6'9", was manning the grill, effortlessly flipping burgers with one hand while balancing a massive pitcher of lemonade in the other.

"Candace!" her father called out, waving from his seat. He stood up, now barely reaching his daughter's shoulder. "Good to see you, sweetheart. You look... well, you look great."

Candace bent down to hug him, careful not to squeeze too hard. "Thanks, Dad. How are you doing with all this?" she asked, gesturing vaguely at the transformed women around them.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, you know, just trying to keep up. Your mother's taken to rearranging the furniture every other day. Says she needs the space to 'stretch out'."

Linda playfully swatted his arm. "Oh, hush, you. You love it when I stretch out."

Patrick cleared his throat awkwardly. "So, uh, where should we sit?"

Linda pointed to a corner of the yard where several reinforced, oversized lawn chairs were set up. "Over there, honey. We had to get some new furniture after... well, you know."

As they settled into their seats, Candace couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. Despite the changes, despite the shocked looks and awkward moments, this was still her family. They might be bigger, stronger, and a hell of a lot taller, but the love and acceptance were still there.

She looked over at Patrick, who gave her a thumbs up and a wink. Maybe this barbecue wouldn't be so bad after all.

Understood. I'll incorporate those changes and write part 3, focusing on their arrival at the barbecue. I'll keep in mind that this is set in 2036, a year after the virus, so most women have grown, including Candace's mother and sisters. Here's the continuation:

The car pulled up to Candace's childhood home, the once-imposing two-story house now looking almost quaint compared to her new stature. Patrick killed the engine and glanced over at his wife, noticing her nervous fidgeting.

"You okay there, giant?" he asked, reaching over to squeeze her hand.

Candace took a deep breath, her broad shoulders rising and falling. "Yeah, just... it's weird, you know? Last time I was here, I was the runt of the family. Now..."

Patrick chuckled. "Now you're the jolly green giant. Come on, it'll be fine. Your mom's probably just as nervous."

They stepped out of the car, Candace's head nearly brushing against the vehicle's roof. As they made their way up the path, the front door swung open, revealing Candace's mother, Linda.

"There's my baby girl!" Linda exclaimed, rushing forward. At 7'0", she was an impressive sight herself, but Candace still had a slight edge on her.

Candace grinned, embracing her mother in a bear hug that would've crushed a normal person. "Hey, Mom. Looks like I finally outgrew you, huh?"

Linda laughed, pulling back to look at her daughter. "By an inch! I swear, you girls are determined to make me feel short." She turned to Patrick, who was looking up at them with an amused expression. "Patrick, honey, so good to see you. How are you holding up with all this?"

Patrick shrugged good-naturedly. "Oh, you know, just trying not to get stepped on. The view's not bad, though."

"Patrick!" Candace playfully swatted his shoulder, nearly knocking him off balance.

Linda ushered them inside, where the rest of the family was gathered. Candace's sisters, Emma and Zoe, both standing at an impressive 6'11", rushed over to greet them.

"Look who finally decided to show up!" Emma teased, pulling Candace into a hug. "Damn, sis, you're looking jacked."

Zoe joined in, whistling appreciatively. "Seriously, what are they feeding you? You're making us look like shrimps."

Candace rolled her eyes, but couldn't hide her smile. "Oh, please. You two are hardly shrimps."

As they made their way to the backyard, Candace noticed her uncles and male cousins giving her wide-eyed looks. Her Aunt Susan, now a towering 6'9", was manning the grill, effortlessly flipping burgers with one hand while balancing a massive pitcher of lemonade in the other.

"Candace!" her father called out, waving from his seat. He stood up, now barely reaching his daughter's shoulder. "Good to see you, sweetheart. You look... well, you look great."

Candace bent down to hug him, careful not to squeeze too hard. "Thanks, Dad. How are you doing with all this?" she asked, gesturing vaguely at the transformed women around them.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, you know, just trying to keep up. Your mother's taken to rearranging the furniture every other day. Says she needs the space to 'stretch out'."

Linda playfully swatted his arm. "Oh, hush, you. You love it when I stretch out."

Patrick cleared his throat awkwardly. "So, uh, where should we sit?"

Linda pointed to a corner of the yard where several reinforced, oversized lawn chairs were set up. "Over there, honey. We had to get some new furniture after... well, you know."

As they settled into their seats, Candace couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. Despite the changes, despite the shocked looks and awkward moments, this was still her family. They might be bigger, stronger, and a hell of a lot taller, but the love and acceptance were still there.

She looked over at Patrick, who gave her a thumbs up and a wink. Maybe this barbecue wouldn't be so bad after all.

As the barbecue got into full swing, Candace found herself drifting towards the quieter corner of the yard where her younger cousin Emma was sulking. The 17-year-old goth was a stark contrast to the cheerful atmosphere, her black clothes and heavy eyeliner making her stand out like a raven in a flock of peacocks.

"Hey, Em," Candace said, lowering herself onto the grass next to her cousin. "How's it hanging?"

Emma barely glanced up from her phone. "Eh, fine I guess," she muttered, her fingers flying over the screen.

Candace suppressed a smile. "Still eagerly waiting for your chance, huh?"

This got Emma's attention. She looked up, a flicker of excitement breaking through her carefully crafted apathy. "I turn 18 in three hundred and twelve days," she said. "Not that I'm, like, obsessed or anything."

"Of course not," Candace agreed, fighting to keep a straight face. "I'm sure you haven't thought about it at all."

Emma's eyes darted to Candace's muscular arms, then quickly away. "It's just... ugh, it's so unfair. Carina from school grew like a month after her birthday, and Susan the neighbour took almost a year. What if I have to wait forever?"

Candace nodded sympathetically. "I know it's frustrating, Em. But trust me, when it happens, it happens fast. And hey, think of it this way - you've got time to prepare. Maybe start practicing your intimidating glare?"

Candace patted her cousin's shoulder gently. "Trust me, Em, it's not all it's cracked up to be. Do you know how hard it is to find cute shoes in size 16?"

Before Emma could respond, two small blurs came barreling across the lawn. Mark and Thomas, Candace's eight-year-old twin cousins, launched themselves at her with gleeful shouts.

"Candace! Candace!" Thomas yelled, grabbing onto her right bicep. "Lift us up!"

Mark latched onto her left arm, his feet dangling off the ground. "Yeah, do the thing!"

Candace laughed, standing up slowly. The boys clung to her arms like koalas, their combined weight barely registering to her enhanced muscles. "Alright, you little monkeys, hold on tight!"

With exaggerated grunts of effort, Candace began to curl her arms, lifting the giggling boys up and down as if they were human dumbbells. Emma watched with poorly concealed fascination.

"Higher!" Mark squealed.

"More!" Thomas demanded.

Candace obliged, picking up the pace. The boys shrieked with laughter as they swung back and forth, their feet never touching the ground.

After a few more reps, Candace gently lowered the twins back to earth. They immediately began clamouring for more, but were interrupted by Aunt Olivia's booming voice.

"Alright, everyone! Time for the family photo!"

A collective groan went up from the assembled relatives, but they began to shuffle towards the designated photo area nonetheless. Candace noticed Emma hanging back, clearly hoping to avoid the ordeal.

"Come on, Em," Candace said, offering her hand. "If I have to do this, so do you."

Emma rolled her eyes but allowed herself to be pulled along. "Fine, but I'm not smiling."

As they approached the gathering, Candace could see Uncle Bob fiddling with the camera tripod, trying to adjust it to accommodate the family's new heights. Aunt Olivia, now a statuesque 6'10", was attempting to organise everyone into rows.

"Taller ones in the back!" she called out. "Shorter ones... well, mostly the men, really... in the front!"

There was a moment of chaos as everyone tried to find their place. Patrick found himself sandwiched between Candace's dad and uncle, all three men looking comically small compared to the towering women behind them.

"Alright, big smiles everyone!" Uncle Bob shouted as he set the timer and rushed to take his place.

Candace put her arms around her sisters, ducking slightly to fit into the frame. As the camera flashed, she couldn't help but think about how different this photo would look compared to last year's. But different, she realised, didn't necessarily mean bad.

As everyone began to disperse, Aunt Olivia called out, "Okay, who's up for some family games?"

The twins immediately began jumping up and down, shouting "Us! Us!" Candace caught Patrick's eye and grinned. This was going to be interesting.