The Body Whisperer

The Body Whisperer

by Fidget

Amanda sighed in sadness and frustration after yet another unsuccessful night at the club, slouching against her door as her keys once again missed the lock. She grimaced as they banged into the wood almost a foot below their intended target, before resignedly taking her time to focus her attention on opening the door properly. Once safely inside her apartment the petite brunette dropped into what was usually her favorite chair, though now she almost hated the wide, endless expanse of cold leather against her thin legs and waist as it threatened to swallow her tiny, 4’8″ frame entirely. She shivered from the chill that seemed to permanently follow her small body through life, and wrapped herself up in a blanket as her phone buzzed.

As expected, it was her best friend Jane. How did it go??

Same as usual… she sent back, her fingers feeling like needles against the massive screen of the device, which felt like it was practically the size of her face.

I’m coming right over!

Amanda sighed again, knowing that her gorgeous friend’s presence would just make her feel worse at this point, but once her extroverted friend got an idea in her head, nobody could change her mind. And the company would be nice.

Ten minutes later Jane burst through the door with a pint of Amanda’s favorite ice cream, dropped onto the couch, and smiled understandingly at her small, mousy friend.

When Amanda was younger she had always felt supremely self-confident and assertive, like Jane, but those feelings had waned over the years due to the constant social punishment she faced for acting the way that felt most natural to her, especially with guys. Everyone insisted on treating her as though she were dainty and breakable because of the way she looked, and over time she had become more shy and introverted, not because that’s who she was, but because that’s who everyone insisted she be.

Everyone but Jane, that is. Amanda’s best friend had inarguably won the genetic lottery. Tall and leggy, and with a slim waist that flared into a voluptuous ass and a glorious rack, Jane’s centerfold looks had been making Amanda jealous ever since they’d met in college almost a decade before. The two had hit it off immediately, and for some reason Jane of all people had always loved her just the way she was, and always went out of her way to encourage Amanda to be just as brash and rowdy as she felt like being. In fact, the only times Amanda ever really felt like herself was when she was with Jane.

Jane was still far more outgoing than even Amanda was (with her looks, how could you not be?), and, though she was currently between boyfriends, she practically always had a chiseled hunk wrapped around her little finger. This never ceased to fill Amanda with jealousy, both for her friend’s body and popularity, of course, but also for some other reason that she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

Amanda, on the other hand, had never been able to hold a boyfriend for long. She wanted to, but whenever she finally succeeded in having a few successful dates, something inevitably began to feel… off, somehow. Plus, her true boisterous, confident personality would inevitably begin to shine through the cracks of her mask, and the guy would quickly get weirded out and split. Her looks and stick-figure body certainly didn’t help on the boyfriend front, either, though she didn’t seem able to let that stop her. Amanda always found herself going after the hottest guys in the room anyway, just knowing somehow that they should be the ones drooling over how unattainable she was, but then she’d inevitably get rejected again, and return home to be surprised and disappointed by the small, shapeless, almost boyish figure she had to face in the mirror, alone.

“Why can’t I be more like you, Jane??” Amanda lamented, as she so often would after being shot down by yet another guy. “You’re so perfect! No wonder guys always love you!”

“It’s not as perfect as you think,” Jane responded with a strangely dark look, before her beautiful face brightened again in an effort to cheer her friend up. “And you’re gorgeous, Amanda! Any guy would be lucky to have you!”

“Don’t patronize me, Jane. I know what I look like. Still, I dunno, I just feel like something’s wrong with me,” Amanda responded helplessly. “Like this isn’t really me, like I was always supposed to be more like you, or something, but I just came out wrong somehow.” Amanda’s attention focused on Jane’s perfect physique, her slim waist and tight, bubbly ass shown off to perfection by her skintight workout pants, making Amanda feel like even more of a shapeless blob as her tiny body took up less than half of her chair. Ten years ago Amanda would have sat in the middle of the cushion, letting her presence fill the space her tiny body couldn’t, but life and experience had beaten her down, and so now she huddled against one arm, taking up as little space as possible.

“Ok, that’s enough of this,” Amanda muttered gruffly as she opened her ice cream, just wanting the conversation to go somewhere else so she wouldn’t have to keep thinking about how unhappy she was with herself. “I’m going get a spoon. Do you want anything?” Amanda asked as she stood up, her head still somehow below her friend’s even though Amanda was standing and Jane was still seated with her irritatingly perfect posture on the couch. When Amanda turned toward the kitchen, however, she noticed that light was filtering out through the doorframe. That’s odd, she thought to herself. I never leave the light on.

When she turned the knob and opened the door, however, it quickly became clear that she had not, in fact, left the kitchen light on.

“Jane?”

“Yes?”

“I, uh, I think you better come see this!”

Her tall friend hopped up and bounded over to her side, and Amanda heard her gasp as she too looked through what should have been the door to Amanda’s kitchen, but instead was now very clearly the front door to an odd, rustic little shop.

It was like something out of a dream, or a cartoon. As Amanda fully opened the door and both women stumbled onto the ancient wooden planks beneath their feet, a small bell tingled above their heads, letting whoever was in charge of the small store know that they had customers.

The interior was small and cozy due to being absolutely packed with knickknacks and antiques, all lovingly depicting the human body in an infinite combination of shapes, sizes, and features. As cluttered as the shop was, however, everything somehow seemed to be in its proper place, giving the small room a feeling of fragile order that might collapse into complete chaos at any moment if the two women were to touch anything. And, possibly the oddest thing, above their heads hung hundreds of pocket watches of all shapes and sizes, dangling from the ceiling on chains of varying materials and lengths, all somehow ticking in perfect time.

“This place is so cool! Like some kind of fairytale magic shop!” Jane exclaimed. Amanda didn’t answer as she was busy trying to get a handle on the extreme weirdness of her surroundings, still not really even sure why she was there in the first place, but even so a feeling that being here was incredibly, life-changingly important to her was growing every second.

“Oh, there you are, Dears!” boomed a deep, husky voice that despite its baritone timbre still somehow felt soft and feminine. A second later a huge figure appeared behind the ancient wooden counter, and then the imposing individual made their way around to greet the two flabbergasted women. “Come in, come in! I’ve been waiting for you!”

The most noticeable feature of their host was their massive breasts, covered by a delicately embroidered strapless bralette that miraculously seemed to support their hefty weight. The next was the monstrously large cock outlined in impressive detail by a pair of practically sheer orange leggings that may as well have been painted on. The enormous cock, which had to be at least a semi-chub, hung nearly halfway down the left leg of the host’s bright leggings. Their hair and clothing was eccentric, to say the least, and was capped off with a perfectly trimmed blue beard around their incredibly wide face. Underneath their giant tits was a large exposed belly, which the shopkeeper clearly had no qualms about showing off.

The final defining feature the two women noticed about their odd host was their completely open and earnest smile that radiated generosity and good intentions. The two immediately felt more at ease, even with how strange the shopkeeper looked.

“Well, don’t be shy! Come on over so I can get a look at you!” the gentle giant enthused.

Amanda obediently walked over, awkwardly attempting to excuse her presence and behavior as she did so. “Yeah, hi, I’m Amanda, and I’m not really sure what I’m doing here, or even where here is, for that matter…”

“Yes, yes, Honey,” they responded as they gently bent down to take the diminutive woman by the shoulders and look into her eyes. “Have you been feeling off, Dear, like something’s wrong but you can’t put your finger on what?”

“Have I ever!” Amanda exclaimed, glad to have found someone else who seemed to understand what she’d been going through, especially when her impressive interlocutor was so easy to talk to. “It’s not just recently though – it’s practically my entire life!”

“I know, Hon,” that deep, kind voice lilted. “You’ve been brought here for spiritual healing. I’m the Body Whisperer.”

“Um… okay,” Amanda responded, suddenly starting to feel a bit weirded out by this whole thing in spite of her host’s clear earnestness. “I’m not sure what a Body Whisperer is, and I’m not entirely sure I want to know, but I don’t think I need any spiritual healing, so I think I’m just going to go now.”

“All over the world, there are people whose bodies are misaligned with their spirit,” the Body Whisperer continued. “It’s an unfortunate fact of life, but it is the truth.