The Body Shaper นิยาย & เรื่องราว

But it was impossible when she came to stand right in front of me. Her dark blue shorts revealed her long and perfectly toned legs. They looked even better than how my imagination had pictured them. The tiny garment wasn’t short enough to see the lower part of her ass, but the shape... Man, the shape. Sarah at the gym had a perfect, tiny butt after years of working as a personal trainer, but she had nothing on Bambi. Her ass was rounder and fuller, and my hands twitched in longing to cup each of her globes, and maybe squeeze a bit. I swear, if she’d worn a sexy nighty as well, I would faint. Literally.

“You really think this is going to work? That you can just force my body to change because you want it to?” I glance at her. “It’s not force. It’s work. Food. Heavy lifting. Rest. Massage. My hands on you every night. Protein shakes. Extra calories. You eat what I tell you to eat. You train how I tell you to train. And yeah, your body will change. It already started today. I saw your ass lift higher on those last reps.”

Leisurely, he pulled his shirt off his body up to his head. In the soft, muted light of his room, his body emerged like a masterpiece. Each contour of his chest and ripple of muscle showed delicious shadows that begged for my fingers or tongue to explore them. The defined lines of his obliques and perfectly sculpted abs were clear to his dedication and health discipline. Veins traced delicate pathways across his forearms and, God, those biceps. They made the impression of the things they were capable of. Adam moved back in front of his phone.

Leilani “I have gone over the fitness program you are required to strictly follow for the next couple of months before the photoshoots begin, and I know you'll kill this shit.” My fitness trainer, Shaina, said to me, placing her hands on her tight hips. A grey spandex tank top covered her shoulders to her breasts, flaunting her tan and toned abdominal muscles. Her entire body was ripped, fit and athletic, with her jet-black hair pulled into a ponytail.

EVA I dressed hastily, my heart already racing with filthy anticipation. Marvin Gaye’s “Sexual Healing” played on a sultry loop through my speakers, the smooth lyrics wrapping around me like a lover’s touch. Soft, excited giggles kept escaping my lips as I imagined what was coming — the kind of raw, brain-melting pleasure that left my legs shaking for days. I slipped into a tight, stretchy black body-con dress that hugged every dangerous curve like it was painted on. The fabric clung desperately to my full breasts and accentuated my massive, juicy ass, making it look plump, round, and impossible to ignore.

That alone was something I admired deeply. I watched her now, running through the obstacle course I had set up. Her body, once soft and worn, was starting to reflect the intensity of our sessions. Her legs had grown stronger from all the walking and sprints. I could see the muscle tone developing in her calves and thighs, a subtle power that spoke volumes of her effort. Her arms, too, were beginning to show the results of her work—defined but still lean. She wasn’t bulking up, just sharpening, becoming more and more refined, like a blade honed for battle.

he muttered while he continued to stroke himself. Shehesitated a bit but she shouldn’t be conscious of her body. She had been taking care of it and she was confident that if he liked it before, he would like it more now. She was sexier because she exercised every day. Her skin was smoother because she had body scrub regulary. She sat down to take off her nightie. She heard him cursed quietly when he saw her pink nipples which were now standing proudly. They were ready for his touch and kisses and of course, his tongue.

Her fingers encountered her soft flesh, her mouth spreading with an unexpected grin as she realized that she was enjoying this fantasy of hers a bit too much. Ah, Asher. She wondered what he would actually be like in bed. The man had a great body...he obviously worked out a lot. He looked dangerous. She never thought she would ever be attracted to a man like that. But yet, here she was.