Novel & Cerita Body Mod Stories

He pauses when his eyes land on my half-naked body, a pair of nude lace bralette and its matching briefs covering my precious reserves. Immediately he casts his gaze away, astonished. I smile indulgently. Well, I'm an ex-model. Plenty of catwalks in lingerie have made me so bold and confident in my own skin. I feel normal. "I didn't know you're undressed. Sorry." Muttering his apology, Red tries to leave. "Can you check if the shower works?" I casually grab the towel from the wall-installed cabinet and wrap it around my body. "I tried but it still doesn't open." I glance at him.

Skin on skin. Our cocks pressed together—sliding and grinding against each other. The friction was maddening. Warm shivers ran down my spine as I arched towards him on the bed. The intense frothing between our sweat-slicked bodies nearly took my life. I nearly died for ecstasy. Our bodies slid against each other with his hard chest rubbing against mine. His mouth was busy on every part of my body—sucking, biting, hickeying. He was just focused on leaving marks on me that burned and throbbed.

“The body cleansing thing? With your stepdad and your brothers?” Heat flooded my face, and I nodded. “Ethan, Ryan, and my stepdad. All three of them are going to fuck me. It’s a tradition. They call it a body cleansing ceremony and they say it marks me as a woman in the family.” My voice cracked a little. “No limits or holding back.” Saying it out sent a fresh rush of slick heat between my legs. I squeezed my thighs harder trying to ease the ache but it only made it worse.

Amber demanded. “That’s not for us to say, Amber. That’s your mother’s story to share.” “What?? Don’t you dare try to be self-righteous now!! You lied to me! As a matter of fact, both of you have been lying to me from the first day we met! You acted like you wanted to adopt me because you really liked me, but you were paid to do so, weren’t you?!”

Authentically, gloriously free. Beneath the photo was a caption, one Kareem read slowly, lips tightening with each word: “Reclaiming my body. Reclaiming my story. Modeling, motherhood, magic.” No tag. No sender. Just a digital dagger dropped in his inbox. For a few seconds, he said nothing. He zoomed in on the image, dragging two fingers across the screen until Zara’s belly filled the display. Pregnant. Proud. Bold. His jaw set. CHIEF KAREEM

“Oh! God I'm sitting completely nude on my brother's lap as he kneads my boob and his friend is touching my core. God ! Please forgive me for my sins.” Nicolas finally slid two fingers inside my core and started moving it back and forth earning a moan from me. “Ahhhgh…” I moaned. Clover was licking all over my back. Nicolas started nibbling and sucking my nipples while he fingered me and soon Clover stripped off his pants. Nicolas removed his fingers and Clover slipped his manhood inside me in one go. “Ahhhh….” “No…No. Clover isn't wearing any condoms.” “Don't worry sis, we already got the contraceptive pills for you.”

“You grew! Like you went through puberty! Damn! I cannot even belive you have boobs now and your hips are so asymmetrical and defined. Your shape got out.” “I know right? I was also shocked about how my body grew in like what-three months? And i added almost ten extra kilograms.” She had a light smile on her face and she was boasting but in a good way. “You look absolutely beautiful, maybe even more beautiful than any other woman i have seen.” “Okay, now you are just teasing me.” She bumped her fist on my shoulder and i moaned out a fake scream. “I am not teasing you. I can never tease you. I am being goddamn serious. Do you know how many guys would be flocking your messages because of their

(Some external tech is placed on students till the age of 12 to help them control the flow of mod energy into a specific mod in their body, this helps them keep their appearance in check, as supplying mod energy without control to every cell in the body makes a person appearance change completely, even though it's temporary the person may sometimes lose control over his body and damage the surroundings. Ben stayed at the library and started researching the different mods and searched every book in it for a long time. The librarian called out to Ben and said "I am sorry kid, but I am going to close the library as it is time for me to go home". Ben didn't have a choice but leave for home.

I'm the head cheerleader for the Westbrook High football team. I couldn't walk through the front gate without a crowd closing in around me, and one candid photo could set the entire school message board on fire. Then I woke up one morning inside the body of the two-hundred-pound girl in my class, the one everybody called ugly. Our souls had traded places. She sent me a message. [Your good days are over, Corinna Vale.] [And let me be clear, this swap is permanent. From today on, everything people ever envied you for belongs to me!] [As for you, go rot in that body for me!] But I looked at the girl in the mirror and laughed out loud. She had only seen the shine on the outside. She had no idea

She was beautiful. Not a magazine beauty, no. Not those retouched, smoothed, artificial bodies seen everywhere. A truer beauty, more vulnerable, more real. Her thighs a little strong, her soft belly with that crease when she stood straight, her slender arms, her prominent collarbones. Bruises on her hips how had she gotten them? Finger marks on her buttocks a recent lover? Old scars on her right knee a childhood fall, perhaps. Her body told a story. Hers. And it was that story that interested us, more than perfection.