This is a direct follow on from Weight Problems, which should be read first to understand this properly.
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DAY 3
I love group therapy, the way the group bonds, people become more honest and willing to share their honesty. There seemed to be a change in Bahbhi's attitude, more confident, if I was a gambling man I would put my 50 pence on her winning today.
I set the girls off in the gym, I had increased the mileage which brought a few curses but not to worry, it was for their own good. Bhabhi had not plaited her hair; it was loose and swinging free as were her tits. She had a freedom not seen before. I'd increase my bet to a pound.
Fliss was running, still holding her tits, a pity I like watching big bouncy tits. Liselle looked listless not putting a lot of effort into her rowing although I enjoyed watching her ginger clad cunt coming towards me as it opened.
I had work to do so as much as I relished observing the antics of the tits and cunts on display I went off to take some therapy sessions.
When I returned to the screening room all the girls looked exhausted. It was a very hot day, perhaps I should have been more generous with the mileage. I decided to intervene. I went into the gym and stopped them, I unlocked the showers and sent them in, first turning the water temperature down.
Unsurprisingly Bhabhi had done the most mileage, surprisingly Liselle the least. I took her into the therapy room. "What happened?" I asked.
Liselle wearing shorts and a tee shirt. "I just could not get moving, I wanted to, I wanted to win but somehow I could not get going."
"Was that lack of motivation? Have you decided that you do not want to lose any more?"
"No, I realise that the others need to lose more than me but it is important to me that I have a perfect body." her hair was beginning to dry and instead of being wet and straight the curls were beginning to break free.
"Take your shorts off and your knickers, sit down," I said, indicating one of the chairs I use for therapy. "Open your legs, in fact take your top off, let's look at your tits," I was quite stern with her. I brought the large mirror from across the room and held it in front of her. "Tell me what you see."
"Look at the folds of fat on my tummy, my boobs sag, not that you can do anything about it but look at those stupid freckles and uncontrollable hair," she was nearly crying.
"It doesn't matter how thin you are, you will always have tummy folds. Tits that size will always sag a little unless they have implants, you are not a teenager for fuck sake, you have beautiful tits. Your freckles are charming and your wild orange hair wanton and wonderful. You could perhaps trim your pubes so we have a better view of your cunt."
She gave me a shocked and puzzled look as I put the mirror back. "Get on your hands and knees and crawl to the mirror." I took my phone and recorded her from the back. When she reached the mirror I put the phone on the floor in front of her showing her arse as she crawled.
"Have you ever seen a better sight than that? A perfect arse and lovely cunt, why would you want to change that? Any man would love to fuck you."
"I don't know I want to be perfect," she was crying now.
I picked my phone up. "I will improve your arse," I slapped it six times with wonderful results on her pale skin. I photographed it and showed it to her. "What do you think of that?"
"I think I like it," she said, no longer crying.
"Yes, the red arse really suits you. Get dressed."
A light meal with a glass of white wine each followed by a therapy session for Bhabhi.
"Well done Bhabhi, from bottom to top in one day, I am really pleased with you and you will be rewarded." We sat in the therapy chairs, Bhabhi was wearing a sarong and gold sandals. I used the shortened session to reinforce positive body image, letting her see that she can soon achieve her desired body.
I pulled the chair out from my desk and had Bhabhi remove her sarong which left her naked except for the sandals and sit with her tits resting on the back of the chair. Her legs were spread and her hair hung down. I had asked her to bring a brush and I brushed her long wonderful hair.
As I brushed I spoke to her in my 'voice', she was soon totally malleable and more confident. I pulled my zip down as I walked around Bhabhi and invited her to take my cock out. She did but just held it, "Kiss it," I said.
She looked unsure what to do. "I have never done that, I don't do that," her in-built attitude was fighting with my instructions. I waited, her big brown eyes looked up at me. Her ambivalence was clearly visible in those orbs, her lips approached my cock.
"What is your problem?" I asked.
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"It's dirty, you wee from there." she continued to look up at me.
"In that case I will not force you to do anything you don't want to." I helped her up and laid her on the couch. Her long black hair was spread over the white sheet and pillow. "You are very beautiful," I said as I kissed her lips. I kissed her ear, her neck and down to her tits. I kissed both nipples pushing her tits together so her nipples were nearly touching and I went from one to the other kissing and lightly biting.
I released her tits and licked down the tattoo that ran between them reaching her pierced belly button. I ran my hand up her leg reaching her very wet pussy. Inserting two fingers in her pussy and my tongue in her deep navel made her arch her back. I removed my fingers and replaced them with my tongue.
