Widen Hips Naturally Novels & Stories

Ava nodded once, breath steady. His hands settled on her hips, firm, professional at first. Thumbs pressed into the dimples above her sacrum, guiding her pelvis into neutral. But his fingers spread wider than necessary, palms sliding down the outer flare of her hips, then back up, tracing the curve where thigh met ass. She didn’t flinch. If anything, her spine softened deeper into the stretch. “Beautiful extension,” he murmured. “Hold it. Breathe into the back body.”

But the stuff out of her control was what had really changed. Her hips had widened out and her ass had grown a little and taken on the shape of a perfect upside-down heart. It wasn't flat, either, but flared out into something round that would fit into the hand nicely. Her waist had not grown, giving her an amazing hourglass. And to top it off (literally) her bust had increased. Significantly. I'm sure it was "only" a C-cup, but on her petite frame her firm breasts pushed at any material and it was clear that there was no sag, either.

he muttered, his voice dropping into a deep rumble. He didn't wait for permission. Hayes reached down, his large, calloused hands gripping my hips firmly. The contact shot a sharp jolt of electricity straight down my spine, making me let out a soft gasp. His fingers dug into my hip bones, shifting my weight, forcing my right foot backward and widening my base. "Keep your feet apart," he commanded, his hands lingering on my hips, throwing off intense heat through my blue dress. "If your base is narrow, any low-level beta can knock you flat on your back with a simple push."

"What's wrong?" "Your walk is too heavy." Too heavy? What does that even mean? "This is how I normally walk?" "I know, and it's a problem. Try lifting yourself onto your toes. I don't want to see your heels touch the floor." "What's the purpose?" "It sways the hips. Makes your legs look longer."

The subtle pressure sent a sharp, involuntary tremor through her body, making her hips tighten and her pelvis tilt forward. Calvin chuckled silently. “Raise your hands, focus your strength on your shoulders—yes, that’s it. A little harder,” he murmured.

When I lie on my back, my chest looks almost completely flat, and sometimes it would get in my head and stop me from enjoying sex as much as I wanted. Oh, and another thing is my hip bones, actually. It sounds weird when I think about it, but they stick out—like they’re really prominent—especially when I wear tight clothes that aren’t made of very thick material. I’m not underweight or anything that would take me below a healthy weight for my height and age, but they still stand out. Sometimes it bothers me because it can discourage me from wearing something I wanted to wear or make me feel less attractive when I wear bikinis in the summer.

When I breathe, the lace moves with me, not against me. The jean skirt sits high on my waist, right at that narrow point where my body naturally curves in. The wide belt anchors it there, the oversized buckle drawing the eye to my way instead of my hips. My thighs fill the skirt completely—no gaps, no pretending otherwise. It’s short, yeah, but it doesn’t look wrong. It fits my thick thighs and makes them look really good.

Combined with the faint buzz from the shots, and champagne, and cocktails, I start to relax, even as I feel Zanthe double down on working them out of my system. Corrine and Evie flank me while the others move in front, forming a loose circle. I watch as they swing their hips in perfect time to the music, their movements fluid and confident. I try to copy, but it feels awkward and stiff. Evie steps behind me, her hands firm on my hips, guiding me in rhythm with hers. It helps, and even though it’s weird, once I let my core loosen and follow the beat, my hips start to sway more naturally. I think I’m actually getting it.

Alright, let’s do this. ** *Etiquette Training* “Come on, Miss Sterling, this is our second day. Focus! Focus!” the instructor said, clapping her hands. I groaned. I’ve been having trouble with copying Courtney’s walk and posture. It turns out that Courtney was not just sophisticated and elegant; her walk is unique and almost like a runway model. “Sway your hips more naturally. You’re exaggerating it. Don’t think about it too much, let your body talk!”

His expression doesn’t change but something shifts in the air between us. “We should work on hip flexor mobility today,” he says, his voice slightly lower than usual. “I’m going to need you to move into some different positions.” “What kind of positions?” “I’ll show you.” He pulls his hands away and I immediately miss the contact. “Sit up and scoot to the edge of the table.” I do what he says and he positions himself between my legs, hands going to my hips. “I need you to lie back but keep your hips at the edge,” he instructs. “Let your legs hang off.”