Omega Body Shape の小説・ストーリー

he reminded him. "It can be revived if I can get an omega" Haynes explained further. "Which you were unable to find after searching many communities of werewolves for years. Or are you planning to send me to the werewolves so that I could get bitten and become a 'floater' like you?" Sergeanti laughed hysterically. He had discovered his plans. Haynes was a very dubious dishonest and wicked wizard. "No, you don't need to go and search for any werewolves because an omega is lurking in Greenford right now" Haynes ascertained.

“Anna—” “No more half-truths,” I cut in, my voice shaking. “No more avoiding the question. I deserve to know what’s happening to me.” He sighed, his expression unreadable. “You do.” I swallowed hard. “Then tell me. What is an omega?” Nolan hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he finally said. “They’re… different from others. More instinct-driven. More attuned.” I frowned. “Attuned to what?”

"Do you think I'll tell you so that you can round them up?" "You don't look like someone who has given birth to children before." Wayne thought about the married women he had met back when he was young. They had saggy bellies and chests after giving birth. They would also have stretch marks on the sides of their abdomens. Those looked terrifying to him. Olivia's abdomen was tight and supple. There weren't any stretch marks. Even her chest… Wayne gazed at her chest reflexively. Her chest was white as snow and very ample. He felt his desires spark to life as he looked at her chest. It was as if something was tickling his throat.

All of this felt like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from. “Right, so as you’re a high school student, you must be well aware of the basic Omega anatomy,” Dr. Sharpe said as she took the scanning wand in hand. “The Omega body is highly optimized for childbirth. For Betas and Alphas, pregnancy is harder and longer. The gestation period is nine to ten months for Betas, and twelve to thirteen months for Alphas. But for Omegas, it’s only four to five months. Which means the baby grows more than twice as fast compared to Betas.”

Asher had been fine that morning. Or at least, he'd thought so, until he'd caught sight of his reflection in the mirror. Was...was his waist slimmer? And his hips...they were not wider, exactly, but they looked different...different enough to make him freeze mid-step. He stared so hard his reflection almost glared back at him and soon Asher felt his stomach cave and drop onto the floor. No. no. no. no. This wasn't happening. He was starting to look like a fucking omega. His hips were fuller. What the fuck?

I breathe out slowly, gasping a little between each breath as the pressure builds down there, and fuck… it's killing me. “Get to work,” I growl, my voice coming out flat and tired. I don’t even look at his face properly. I just want this over with so I can breathe again. The omega nods once and he slowly peels off his clothes right there in the middle of the room. His body is pale like he has not seen the sun in months, and he is slender, almost like a woman. His hips curve and his waist stays narrow. He is pretty too, with soft features and smooth skin, he would probably turn heads anywhere else, so I should feel something. Anything. A spark, a twitch, even just a little interest.

Dad used to have shoulder-length brown hair, but he’s starting to bald on stop so now he keeps his hair shaved so it’s not as obvious, and I think the shaved look suits him - goes with his 5 o’clock shadow too. My mum, Melissa, on the other hand, is 47 and does look early 40s, but that’s because, unlike my dad, my mum is human. It’s pretty obvious that any Omega is an Omega because one parent is human. I mean, every Omega I’ve ever met had one human parent, but I think among our species, so many people look down upon Omegas to the point they create myths about them, like saying things like they are wolves shunned by the Goddess or some nonsense.

The memories were there, always pushing me to reopen closed doors. But Mira had put me up to a healing process, something that grounded me and made me stay through to reality. “He’s a scumbag. Look away,” she hissed, pulling my arm a little. When we finally took our spot on the line, the murmurings became clear. “Weakass omega. What does she think she’s doing here?” Someone even knelt and made a mocking prayer to the moon goddess. “Please, take Calla and give us other Vales. She’s too weak and empty to carry the Vale legacy,”

His face was smooth yet marked by a scar that cut across his face, a sign of the last victory he won from the vicious king in the dark land. When danger approaches, his human form would shift, bones snapping, muscles bulging as he morphed into a massive, powerful wolf, dark fur rippling with strength. But this morning, he sat in his office, his fingers drumming against the dark oak table, the room heavy with the scent of wood smoke and the distant crackle of a fire in the hearth.

Emily stood tall, gazing at Zack with courage. "What's wrong with being an omega? Don't bring social strata into this," she said firmly. She wanted to assert that despite their differences in social status, they were both wolves. Her statement reflected her bravery in addressing an often-taboo issue. Emily sought to demonstrate that her identity did not define her worth and that she would not let stereotypes influence her view of herself or Zack. Her bold and straightforward demeanor momentarily silenced Zack, making him realize that Emily wasn't just talking about herself but also challenging the norms around them. Emily's assertiveness marked an important moment in their interaction, addin