The Body Whisperer - Sex Stories

The Body Whisperer

... being the center of attention, and having to act as though you wanted to be. But then that ticking filled her head again, and she remembered that, somehow, Amanda had always been okay with it, even

wanted

it. Which made no sense, and just left Jane feeling more uncomfortable. She also remembered how strongly she had been attracted to her friend's enormous, hypersexual body, and especially that tasty monster hanging between her legs. But, for some reason, it had never felt quite right to either of them to do something about their clear attraction to each other. Jane didn't know what it was, but something was still clearly off. Maybe Amanda wasn't finished with her transformation yet?

Jane snapped out of her reverie when she noticed that the Body Whisperer had now turned their attention to her.

"What?" Jane asked, confused.

"It's your turn, Dear," the deep baritone voice boomed patiently.

"Oh, no, you must be mistaken. I'm fine. I'm just here to help Amanda, which now seems weird to even think about, thanks to your watches and all, I guess, but now that she's all fixed up we can be on our way! Thanks!" Jane rambled, starting to make her way toward the shop's small exit door.

"Honey, nobody finds their way in here unless they

need

to. Nobody. Now come here so we can finally do something about that weight of the world you've been carrying around on your shoulders."

And so Jane found herself walking back toward the Body Whisperer, with each step ...

... feeling a bit lighter somehow, even though the weight of the tall, model's body she had been carrying around all her life still felt just as heavy.

The Whisperer reached their large hand up once more and gently started stroking the gorgeous blonde's long, flowing locks, before gently patting her head, almost in understanding of the stress she'd faced going through life constantly being the center of attention. But, somehow, with each pat of the Body Whisperer's hand, some of that weight lifted off her body, this time physically instead of just metaphorically, and Jane found herself growing smaller with each touch, now feeling for herself the amazing sensation of her body and her spirit being coaxed into alignment as her large, extroverted frame was slowly persuaded to reflect her small, cozy, introverted soul.

Her body resisted, just as Amanda's had, and Jane could feel her practiced obstinacy growing within her as the powerful flame that had fueled the growth of her leggy, voluptuous figure briefly burned all the brighter in the face of these unwelcome attempts to cool its misdirected ardor. But, eventually, the Whisperer's calm, soothing voice, full of unintelligible words of inarguable wisdom, began to prevail against the stubbornness that had gotten Jane through life with the wrong body, and she finally began to relax under those gentle caresses, freeing herself from the harmful notion that she always had to be perfect to deserve love.

And, all the while, her own ...