“It’s your turn, Dear,” the deep baritone voice boomed patiently. From what society had taught her about how bodies should look, Jane knew she should feel frumpy, bloated, and disproportionate, but instead all she felt was comfortable. Xnx Still, the Whisperer’s gentle whispers and encouraging caresses continued unabated, peeling away those layers of discomfort and worry, and Jane began to enjoy the sensation in spite of herself as the curves on her upper torso began to dwindle, and the curves of her lower torso continued to bulge. Eventually Jane took over for the Body Whisperer once again, and as her breasts finally reached flatness, sending all of their soft mass into the lower half of her body, Jane realized that she finally felt complete.
