The Body Shaper Novels & Stories

Alex said and closed his eyes. *Ding* "Host requested the body reshaping" He heard a notification sound in his mind, and a mechanical voice sounded in his ears. On the blue screen, a progress bar appeared. The progress bar went up. Alex's entire body started shaking. He felt like countless needles are piercing through his skin. Alex's outer appearance changed, his hair turned black from brown. Even his skin color changed. His skin is becoming fairer with every passing second. His height also increased, now he is 6 feet 2 inches.

(eg when Veronica speaks, the format will be as this: Veronica ~ “Let me go, creep.” Full adaptation is dependent on the popularity of the Interactive Story. Let me know what you think, of Sins Of My Body. Happy reading, Tatum Whispers ************************* My name is Veronica James. I love a high, and I love going beyond my ultimate desires. Nothing will stop me from getting what I want, and that means using what I have…my body. Tonight I find myself in the same place that I find myself every night. It is a place between excitement and danger. It is a place where you live on the edge of pleasure, where pure adrenaline flows through your veins.

She had killed the gene, cut it right out of her body… and by doing so, she’d entered the world of silicone breast forms and special mastectomy bras to fit them. I’m alive. I’m healthy. I’m ugly as hell… but I’m still here.

Each shad seems to have a distinct tone, creating a musical composition of dancing sounds in my mind. Looking down at my naked figure, I see my body as a work of art; every muscle group is distinct, defined, and rippling with strength. Every curve and line is perfect and accentuated by the glowing energy pulsating beneath my skin as if it were carved from marble by the Goddesses themselves.

she teases, nudging me in the side. I chuckle and look at her. Her body shape is similar to mine. She and I enjoy working out together. She whines about not being able to get her ass to look like mine, but she has a curvaceous body like mine. "Who's the designer?" I ask, moving to open the shoes. "Iva Howard," she replies.

With Jozzer by my side, we went to a gym today to work out. He said it would be good to maintain my fit physique, and it seemed like I needed to lose some weight, too. But he told me it wasn't necessary because my shape is already fine, and my body has just the right amount of fullness. He told me not to worry about being slender like Madison because clients' tastes are changing nowadays. His words made me feel more confident, and I will do my best with my workouts. It turns out a gym is a place where you can exercise using the apparatuses there.

Focusing on the screen as he fast scans a whole list of favorites. “I don’t need a gym; this is all natural.” I sit up on my knees and lean back, pushing out my poor attempt at a belly and rub it heartily. I have always been pretty lucky that I have an athletic shape and fast metabolism. Despite having a decent set of breasts on me, I have a pretty toned boyish body with a little extra curve on the ass. I guess all that dancing in high shoes and walking around the city every day has some perks.

When she finally lifted her head, her eyes had turned cold. "You were heartless," she whispered, "so don't blame me for being cruel. If I go down, I'll take you all with me." … A day passed. At the gym, Ray was drenched in sweat. After ten days of steady workouts, his body was finally showing change—his abdomen beginning to tighten and separate into defined lines. It would take more time before it became a true eight-pack, but he was getting there. Keisha stood nearby, pretending to supervise but simmering with frustration. Ten days, and he still hadn't taken the bait. She'd nearly stripped herself bare trying to tempt him, yet he acted as though desire itself were foreign to him.

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…

*Amber* My body has transformed significantly since I woke up half a year ago. I’ve filled out, and now I can actually fit into Kattie's clothes. My new shapes and muscles are evident; my arms no longer resemble spaghetti dangling from my sleeves, and my pants sit snugly against my legs. My ribs are no longer visible, and my collarbone doesn’t protrude as much.