The Body Shaper Novels & Stories

Aria’s breath caught in her throat as the shirt fell away, unveiling a body sculpted like a Greek god, each muscle defined and prominent, a testament to countless hours spent honing his physique. Her gaze traced the chiseled contours of his chest, where the sunlight streaming through the window caught the glistening sheen of his skin, emphasizing the powerful lines of his shoulders and the flat expanse of his abdomen. The ridges of his obliques drew her eyes lower, showcasing the hard-earned definition of his body, each sinew a work of art that left her spellbound. Aria felt a rush of warmth flooding her cheeks as her heart raced, pounding in her chest like a wild drum, each beat echoing the

Sandra paused for a moment, putting her hands on her hips, jutting her chest out, showing off her impressive frame. "I mean, look at me," she began. Staring right at me, she brought her hands up and slid them under her large breasts, bouncing them in her palms before squeezing them lightly, grazing her fingers over her protruding nipples. She turned to the side and let her hand slide down her torso and over her round, jutting ass. "It's no secret I'm the office slut. With a body like mine, it's hard not to be. I'm built for sex... what's wrong with me doing what I'm good at?"

I braced my core, sucking in my stomach on instinct, trying to make my thighs appear smaller, trying to hide the softness of my stomach and the heavy curve of my hips. Astrid stepped back. She looked at my broad shoulders. She looked at the swell of my breasts, the deep curve of my waist, and the thick, powerful thighs I had spent months trying to run away on the training grounds. She didn't sneer. She didn't tut. Astrid let out a low, appreciative hum, glancing over her shoulder at her assistants. “No cages. We use a shirred bodice for the structure—it will allow her lungs to fully expand, but it will hold the velvet perfectly against her chest.”

I wasn’t going to do anything too extra. After I was done, I stood in front of my full-length mirror and a satisfied smile spread across my face. I was impressed with myself. The bodycon dress hugged my body perfectly, accentuating my petite pear-shaped figure , the gentle swell of my hips, the narrow waist, and the subtle curve of my breasts. I looked good, confident. Even though deep down, I knew part of me wanted to look good for him.

" Naomi smiled thankfully at the shopkeeper before leaving for the washroom. "Damn, this lady is so beautiful. What the hell?" She wondered in awe as she lathered the small bar of soap and scrubbed her body thoroughly, erasing the events of the past day. Her breasts or rather, the lady's breasts were small in comparison to her originally full and large breasts, but they were rather perky. Her belly was flatter than a board but lacked the abdominal muscles that her original body possesses from all her years of exercising and boxing. The hips were slender but shapely and lead to smooth, willowy legs. At least, she was stuck in a fine and seemingly healthy body. That was okay.

Then I styled my hair into a messy bun. Ok, I did grab shorts because Rowan was wearing white shorts, and I wanted us to match. What? We were an official couple now, and official couples do all the cheesy things that couples do. I stared at myself in the full-length mirror, realising that my body shape had become more defined. My hips were wider, like an hourglass; my ass was rounder than before. I looked like a hot female rapper about to drop some cool jams. Was it because I was more active now that my body was in shape? I was still thick, but my body was to die for.

Although she did not know why Philip wanted to do this, she could not refuse. Therefore, she nodded and said, “I understand.” After that, the two left the hotel and went back separately. Just half an hour ago, in a large gym in Capital City. A man wearing a tight-fitting body shaper was doing pull-ups. Just from looking at his muscles, it was obvious he was a fitness expert. His body was shapely and full of energy. However, he was not a very muscular man. The outline of his body was exquisite, one that would look thin in clothes but muscular without. His features were defined and he had a slender body.

Book 2:3 I wore a body-embracing, old-rose-colored gown with a sleeveless fitted bodice. The deep V-neckline plunged deep, enhancing the beautiful shape of my bustline. The spaghetti straps opened to a strappy open back that gave way to a tapered sheath skirt with a thigh-high slit. I didn't need Sean to confirm if I indeed looked stunning. People told me I am gifted with a beautiful body shape, whose curves swelled perfectly in my slender built. I also stood tall, with long beautiful legs.

Dildos and vibrators were a torture on their own. But as I started at the brand new BOB, I didn’t have much choice. I had to give it a try again, but first, I needed a bath. My body was on fire. With shaky hands, I pulled off my clothes, entered the bathroom, and got into the shower. I ran a freezing shower to cool the fire in my veins, and in that shower, I touched myself, bringing myself to orgasm as I cried out. My body heat cooled, and my head cleared a bit as I got out of the shower and dried off. Then the urge came again. This time, stronger. So much stronger.

No place else either of them would rather be. "Take, take off your shirt," she panted, "I need to see that amazing body of yours!" Eager to comply, enjoying this take-control side of her, Asher slipped his arms to the bottom of his shirt, detaching himself from her chest. As swiftly as he could he pulled it from his torso and tossed it across the room, spreading his arms and flexing slightly for his girlfriend's pleasure; if there was one thing Asher was confident about it was his body. Hours at the gym every week for years combined with the physically-demanding nature of his job gave him a powerful physique, his biceps bigger than his own face, his pecs protruding and firm, his stomach roun