The Body Shaper Novels & Stories

She did not doubt that she had charms, she cared religiously for her skin, and her huge breasts were a magnet for the unwanted look of the occasional boy. She stared at them. Her pink nipples were small and had a halo that made it appear a little bigger. Her large hips made her buttocks appear larger which makes her look very sexy. The shape of her body was what they call a guitar body, and her buttocks were round and too soft for her taste.

She dared another glance at the man as the players to her right placed their bets. He was tall. Very tall. And broad. And intimidating. Which was something, considering Shania's Amazonian proportions. She didn't often find men that could dwarf her. She stood just under six feet with a body that gave curvy a new name. A friend had once called her ass a ba-donk-a-donk. Whatever that meant. But it had sounded like a compliment, so Shania had taken it as such. She'd always felt comfortable in her own body.

Shyla’s P.O.V. A shower together? Nope, not a chance in hell! Maddox’s offer made me recoil in horror; I was terrified at the notion of being naked in front of him so soon. The doctor told me about the recovery period and exercises to reduce my pregnancy weight, which has transformed my curvy sexy body into an ugly saggy figure. I was exercising and following a strict diet to reshape my body again to be intimate with my mate. But so soon?

“It’s not like that for me. Maybe because I was turned by hybrids, and you’re born to it?” “I feel ripped off, then,” he grumbled. Talen cleared his throat in a subtle reminder that he was about to try to shift. “Do I picture the form in my head?” He asked when their attention returned to him. “Not… really?” Cameron answered. “Your body sort of knows where it needs to go and what it should look like.” “I think that picturing something might lead to problems,” Heath replied. “Like your body might try to force itself into a shape that is just not natural to it, rather than assume the shape that is.”

Her shoulders were lean but strong, her form deceptively wiry. Casey stared at her reflection for a moment, her lips tightening. Then, she wrapped the first strip around her chest, flattening the curve of her breasts. The pressure was firm but reassuring like armor being fitted in place. She wound the second strip, then the third, each layer tightening until her chest appeared flat, her figure stripped of its softness. She pulled her shirt back on, rolling her shoulders to adjust to the constriction. The binding altered her silhouette, making her appear more muscular, more boyish. She scrutinized herself in the mirror, tilting her head slightly.

Instead, I silently slip into the shower. His eyes are closed and he's rubbing his head, making sure all the shampoo is out of his hair. The hot water sluices down his body. His very cut, very wet, very muscular body. Since he's quit soccer, Santos has gotten softer. He's still extremely fit, sporting an eight pack and that "V" women love. But his pecs aren't as deeply chiseled. He has the beginnings of a small pooch just below those abs. His cock is…

The top stripper walked in. Her name was Body. She charged the highest price in the club and dressed like she knew it. Tonight she wore nothing but a thin thong strap. A bright blue wig framed her light-skinned face, and her lashes were outrageously long. Her body curved dramatically with the obviousness of BBL surgery. “Honey,” Body drawled, eyeing Zara, “this bitch starting to grow wings or what?” Zara stared at the floor. “I asked you,” Keisha barked again. “What time were you supposed to be here?”

CHAPTER 104: HIS WOMAN VS HIS EX-WIFE The woman was voluptuous. Her curves falls on each corner and on its right places. A bodycon was hugging her perfectly shaped waist and chest. They were tight, but fair enough to flaunt her assets and what beautiful of a woman she had work on to achieve who she is, or perhaps it was on genetics. I couldn’t help, but get jealous. She was more than the average I was. My chest falls between in the middle, it wasn’t big, but I am on B group. And my body—I have baby fats on my stomach, my arms were like jelly, incomparable to some women around my age. It made me envious. I will admit that I was kind of...permissive.

The structured bodice fits closely, sculpting my waist with clean, minimalist lines. The skirt flows gracefully, skimming my hips and thighs before flaring slightly at the hem. A daringly high slit runs from mid-thigh down, adding a modern edge to the timeless design. The fabric moves effortlessly with every step, creating a sense of refined elegance. The gown is simple yet striking, balancing softness and sophistication perfectly. Even more shocking, it gives me shape. The lines of the bodice accentuate my waist beautifully, while the skirt enhances my hips and thighs, creating an illusion of an hourglass figure. The neckline subtly emphasizes my cleavage without making it obvious that I'm

With eager hands, they shed their workout attire, revealing their sculpted physiques in breathtaking splendour. With a dancer's grace, Rachna unclasped her black, form-fitting sports bra, unveiling the elegant architecture of her shoulders and the sinuous strength of her arms. Her skin, taut over lean muscle and kissed by the sun, shone with a warmth that mirrored the ferocity of her workout. Droplets of perspiration clung to her, glistening like scattered diamonds, a testament to her unwavering dedication to her fitness. As she slid out of her leggings, the long, sculpted lines of her legs and the gentle curve of her hips were revealed, offering a tantalising glimpse of her toned derriere.