Omega Body Shape Novels & Stories

MC (sad): (mind) Am I so undesirable? Through the tears, you look down at your body. You have an Omega’s body, full and curvy. Your breasts are heavy and round, your hips wide so you can bear children. You have long hair and big, doe eyes. Although you are often pale and withdrawn, you don’t think you are ugly or unpleasant to the eyes. MC (angry): (mind) It’s all because I’m an omega. MC (angry): (mind) No one likes omegas!

The omega's ethereal presence illuminated the room, as if the heavens themselves had parted to reveal a celestial being. His porcelain skin glowed with an otherworldly radiance, like alabaster kissed by moonlight. Raven tresses cascaded down his back, each strand a silky waterfall of mystery and allure. Emerald eyes shimmered, pools of pure enchantment that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe. His features were chiseled perfection, a masterwork of divine craftsmanship. Full lips, ripe for adoration, curved into a hesitant smile, hinting at hidden treasures. His slender yet athletic physique seemed sculpted by the gods themselves, each contour and curve a testament to the sublime beaut

He gave me a comforting smile, I knew he had heard what those women had said, I watched as everyone walked by staring … did they all think that? I looked at my outfit, it was a cute white summer dress with a little bow and cut out at the front, hardly a scandalous outfit. I’ve seen how some of the she wolves here dress, I’d say this is modest. The thing that makes it look sluty is unlike the other she wolves who all have long lithe toned bodies, I have my curves. It’s one of the defining features of an omega and as my mother is one, I took after her.

All the horrible things that could have happened immediately popped into my head after seeing how Alexa reacted to my current gaze. Her nervousness seemed to emphasize that what I thought and what I guessed was true, even though her mouth remained reluctant to speak or say anything. However, Alexa's body can be seen from any perspective, this omega in front of me does look different from the other omegas. Her body had not changed much, but she could see how the omega's belly looked much bigger than usual. Its smooth surface, yet slightly bulging, I can clearly see the difference. What else should I ask her if I myself am still busy struggling with my own thoughts and I don't know what to do

At seventeen, I weighed more than every other average teenager in my school and my own pack as a whole. Yes, I was the only plus-sized wolf in all of Bluecoven’s pack and even worse, I was an Omega. The lowest in the hierarchy. A pushover of a species that is the one and only embodiment of weakness. In my world, Omegas were almost non-existent and the few that did were seen as some sort of game for the high-rank wolves to catch and boost their egos.

(an omega curse) Athena I blinked rapidly unable to fathom what was before me. The girl that responded to me earlier left my side as soon as a hefty-looking man approached me. His chest was bare. The only clothing on him was the hide of a leopard around his waist, such that a flimsy view of his muscular lap was exposed. The beards on his face were so much that his mouth was almost invisible.

I had just jumped off his bed after so many rounds and now this. "What can you possibly offer me?" He pulled me closer again and began to sniff me, "you don't even have any powers, so how do you intend to become my luna?" He was like the others after all, he sees me just like everyone else. As that worthless plus sized omega. "You'll regret setting me up like this!" He roared angrily, his hands loosened my jaw, and he stood in front of me, making sure I watched him finish dressing up. His biceps vibrated as he slugged his hands into his shirt and I felt my stomach quiver.

“They’re special.” ‎ ‎Her fingers stiffened at first, then relaxed, and I saw her blush deepen. Her lips quivered into a shy smile that made my chest tighten. ‎ ‎“You know one funny thing?” I asked, leaning closer. ‎ ‎“No… tell me,” she replied, curiosity sparkling in her eyes. ‎ ‎“Omegas always come with a special ability,” I said, holding her gaze, my voice low and intense. ‎Her brow furrowed. “I’m confused… Can you shed more light?”

I asked her, watching her body language. Her eyes seemed to dart in every direction, before she managed to raise them and hold my gaze. “It almost killed me," she whispered, barely audible. Obviously, yes, but her strength made me consider the potential Ethan talked about the other day. The Omegas are wolves; just like us, but they have been used for menial and domestic labour so much that I fear they lack the skills to protect themselves. I watched the nobles celebrating for a while, some drunken lechers trying to touch the female Omegas.

She leaned forward on the sofa, her gaze fixed on the hallway where Asher had disappeared, her voice filled with admiration. The stretchy tank top clung perfectly to the man’s strong, athletic frame. Under the weight, the muscles at his nape and shoulder blades rose like small mountains, full of explosive power; his back and waist were taut and straight, forming a powerful inverted triangle; his exposed, wheat-colored arms showed clear, fluid muscle lines, robust and solid, every inch seemingly brimming with boundless energy. The sight would make anyone exclaim inwardly: Oh! My! God! He was practically the walking embodiment of hormones and the aesthetics of strength.