Ben 10 Pose Novels & Stories

I thought to myself, trying to hide the laughter that was trying to show on my face. Ben, on the other hand, was wearing a black shirt and black trousers, although he had a gown on top of them to distinguish him from humans. He was so smart and handsome. His chiseled chest, broad shoulders, toned muscles, six packs, and an attractive, charming face made him the heartthrob of millions of girls in the human world. They just freaked out for him.

Alex laughed seeing George's motioning figure. He was a cute boy dressed in blue track pants and a white t-shirt. There was a Ben 10 watch on his left wrist and a big bag on his bag that he was dragging himself with. Alex took his time admiring the little kid unaware of what he was made of! The stars of his fate were favoring him unnecessarily. Just few moments back he was dumbfoundedly standing on the road hoping to meet someone who could help him reach the address he had in his phone. But just look at his luck, he found her brother.

Like the promotional pictures at the entrance, these photos of Bianca's figure were so stunning that they seemed somewhat distorted. Only her delicate face and fair skin seemed untouched. Frost carefully examined one of the photos. In the photo, Bianca was in the tiger pose in yoga, with her hands supporting the ground in front, one leg kneeling at a right angle, and the other leg extended high and straight backward, like a tiger's tail. Her head was raised high, exposing the elegant lines of her neck. The pose looked challenging, but Bianca's expression was confident and relaxed as if the pose came easily to her.

The agent went up and came down after ten minutes, and Benjamin came down with him. Benjamin wore a white tank top and a pair of casual black trousers. As a qualified idol, Benjamin had very strict image management. Last time at the hospital, she was too worried about his injury and didn't look carefully. But now, taking a glance, it's really distinctive. His waist is well-defined, his legs are long and toned, and the muscle lines on his arms are so smooth. Combined with his perfectly chiseled face, it's no wonder his fans are so crazy about him.

I could feel his eyes on me instantly — that intense, devouring gray stare that made my nipples pebble into tight peaks before I even stepped onto the platform. “Today’s pose is different,” he said, circling me slowly like a predator studying prey. “Lie on your back. Knees bent and dropped open. Arms above your head, wrists crossed. I want the curve of your spine, the way your tits lift when you stretch, and that pretty pussy catching the light.”

“Are you okay?” Shit. I almost forgot. To her it's only been a day and half since we've seen each other. I nod, smiling to ease her worry. “Yeah. Everything is great.” A groan sounds behind me as Ben lifts his large body from the ground. “Warn me next time you try to shove my body through the floor,” he says to Tessa. He towers over her, which is not a hard thing to do being 6’5. Ben is one of our warriors, a gamma through and through.

At this point, he didn’t quite realize yet that his body had spontaneously changed into something more beastly. “Nah, it’s okay, it’s okay…” said his friend. “Just, settle down. We’ll explain things, okay?” “Oh, okay…” It was then that Ben noticed the difference in his body and started to panic. “Aaaaaaa! My arm! I have claws… and beans!” he said as he held his hand up, fur, claws, and all. “Aaaaaaaa! My legs! My feet are bent weird!” He wiggled his toes to check if it was truly his.

When we finally released I was shaking. The class continued. Bridge pose had me lifting my hips high, pelvis tilted up, feet planted. The position was obscene. I felt exposed and desperate. Andrew walked past and I swore his eyes lingered on the arch of my body. Or maybe I was just projecting my own hunger onto him.

Once he's done, he instructs me to hug my knees and hide my face. "Now, Lily, can you make your back bones more pronounced?" he asks. I try to do the same pose he shows me, "Yes! Like that!" "These are perfect," Alejo murmura and I peek a bit to see six men looking at the screen where my boney back is being captured, "Can you suck in as much as you can, Lily? Just to make sure your ribs are more noticeable. And keep looking at the camera like that, don't move your face at all."

“I don’t want to.” “That’s why you should.” I glared at him. He waited patiently, looking annoyingly calm. Finally I sighed and opened the notification. The picture loaded. Breathing suddenly felt harder. Theo stood in the center, smiling. Not a fake smile or a polite one. It was a real smile that reached his eyes. The kind I had not seen in weeks. Several Super Team players stood around him. One immediately caught my attention. Dark hair, confident grin, arm slung casually across Theo’s shoulders. Benito. The guy from the streams and interviews who seemed to appear next to Theo in every recent picture.