More Than A Body Novels & Stories

He leaned in, his body not quite touching mine, but surrounding me, overwhelming me with his huge body. "I'll show you a better one."

“Isn’t it scary how our bodies are like machines? If something vital no longer works or is damaged, we can’t be repaired… life is… a chance. Who knows whose machinery will stop working or get a malware or malfunction or give up entirely…” “Are you really comparing the human body to a computer?” he asks, cocking a brow. “I am. And it’s fitting since we are at a hospital.” He sighs. “Yeah, and that’s why I need you to take care of your body, because you have a higher chance of getting damaged than I do.” I raise an eyebrow. “Right, and that’s why you're holding me so gently still? You wouldn’t treat a werewolf woman like this, now would you?”

What the body did. The body continued. This is the accurate description. The body remained standing. The body did not produce the things that bodies are understood to produce in moments of this category — the shaking, the difficulty breathing, the physical evidence of the interior event. The body stood in the corridor in the secondary light with the document in its hand and remained a body standing. But something had — I am looking for the accurate word and I am going to use the accurate word even though the accurate word is not the clinical word, not the word I would use in any other register.

"Are we actually merging at a cellular level?" "Yes," Myles replied. He moved behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me against his chest. "The curse breaking accelerated the process. We're not just bonded now… we're beginning to become one consciousness operating in two bodies. Eventually, the distinction between where you end and I begin will become meaningless." The thought should have terrified me. Some part of me understood that what he was describing represented a loss of individual identity. But another part of me… the part that had loved him across centuries, the part that recognized him at a soul level… welcomed it.

"Understand what?" "Why you cannot focus. Why you are wearing his hoodie. Why you look like a woman who just discovered something." She tilts her head at me. "You have never felt this before. Have you?" I shake my head. "Never." "Not even a crush? Not even a little one?" "I had crushes. I think. But they were never like this. They were in my head. This is in my whole body." Amina nods slowly. "That is what it feels like. When it is real. When it is not just a crush. When your body wakes up to someone." She pauses. "Can I ask you something very personal?"

My fingers move in a familiar, circular motion over the bundle of nerves, my breathing picking up, my body tensing. What if he grabbed me instead of walking away? What if he threw me on the bed and did what we couldn’t do back at home? I would be totally at his mercy. And I’d love it. My body tenses, eyes squeezed tight. My free hand rubs my tits before I pinch my nipples, moving back and forth.

I’m lying next to the charging station, literally head over four heels and looking like a frog for dissection or a chicken in the Christmas dinner of an Asian family. My consciousness is intact and my puppy body safe; it’s only my ego that’s been bruised. Now, I’ve got to stay here totally paralyzed and unable to do anything for Katey. Like I said, only God knows when anyone would drop in and recharge me. So, this is lesson number one for living IRL: physical bodies are way more high-maintenance than digital ones.

She stays quiet for a moment, thinking about what my words mean, all that, before running off and promising to bring everything I asked for. Yes, she's a spoiling aunt, she knows perfectly well the kind of person I am and that my stomach is a bottomless barrel. That's good because I don't need extreme diets, could it be that I have a huge tapeworm in my stomach? Na-ah, maybe I'm one of those lucky people who have everything anyone desires. To be honest, it's not bad to have a little fat; the one that defines parts of your body. "A voluptuous body."

With those words she lowered her head in a bow to the man as she darted to the side, she needed to take a bath, remind herself that she is a woman and that she had no place in that offer. The man liked her spirit because she was a boy, the only thing liked about women is their bodies. And it is taken by force when the woman has no man to fight or defend her honor. She felt the man watching her, she just hoped that he didn't feel affronted by her refusal, she knew that it was far from the last time she would see that man in her life.

“Ah ah… Don't be so hasty… Oh… That's hurt!" The burning heat made her body burn like lava. Daniel rushed in making her almost cry, “Ah… Slow… Slow down, slow me down…” “Okay, I'll wait for you to be happy and then let you move slowly.” Originally, the only place where the body was combined was contacted, why did it seem that the whole person, every place that was unrelated, was trampled by movement? "I'm afraid that you won't have enough nutrition to risk giving you a big meal of meat, and I won't be able to thank you soon enough."