Big Buldge In Pants Novels & Stories

I'm searching for Steve amidst the chaos, but he's nowhere to be found. "Who are you looking for, baby boy?" says a voice, interrupting my thoughts. I look behind and there he is; Steve, standing right in front of me. A smile spreads across my face as my heart races with excitement. He was standing just inches away from me. His football jersey hugged his toned body in all the right places, showcasing his perfect build. His sleeveless arms were on full display, revealing biceps that would make any girl or boy weak in the knees. And don't even get me started on his abs; the shirt was sticking to them with all the sweat, making my heart race faster.

“I tried to put on my favorite pair of pants, and it wouldn’t zip up because of my bulging belly” “So I thought using force was going to make it work, but I only ruined it by breaking the zip,” I said, as I cried out loud. “I really wanted to wear that pant, but because of my belly, I can’t even do that” “I don’t think i can wear my normal sized clothes for the next few months” “Oh noooo!” I screamed as the realization hit me. “Ethan!! I don’t know what to do” i called his name, tears still flowing down my eyes.

His broad chest had a beautiful mat of hair that I was itching to run my fingers through. He took off his shirt and began undoing his belt. My legs were touching the floor while my hands were braced on the bed, and he was standing right in front of me. “Ever sucked a dick?” He asked, unzipping his fly. Panic gripped me. But I managed to shake my head. He smirked. “Good.” He dropped his pants and his briefs and I was staring at the dick that's been tearing me apart. It was erect, long, and veiny. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of it. And his balls were fucking big. I mean, I've seen a few in some p**n videos and they were this huge.

He exhales a little, his body deflating and then he nods, biting his lips, an action I find extremely sexy. This time I keep my eyes on him, fingers gripping the buttons and this time they are steadier and the buttons pop out freely, two of us exhale , his crotch is right in front of my face, a very visible bulge under his briefs. “Fuck, look how huge you are.” The words come out as a purr. I feel saliva pooling in my mouth just staring at the bulge in his pants.

I didn't know what I was doing. My fingers slid lower, pressing into the front of his pants. I touched the bulge straining beneath the fabric and froze. It was so much bigger than I expected. My palm curved against the shape of it, and even through the layers I could feel the sheer size, long, hard, and barely contained. The fabric stretched tight around it. I felt the weight of it shift under my touch, thick from base to tip, a slow, heavy throb pulsing beneath my hand like it was daring me to go further.

She instructed as she let loose the straps of the top and pulled it down to her tummy, revealing that beautiful pair of breasts hanging on her chest. Andrew's jaw dropped as he felt his blood pressure spike. His heart triple raced and his eyes widened in disbelief. “Oh. My. God.” He drawled, the camera almost slipping off his hands. “You have seen them clearly. Can we move on now?” Ada asked as she folded her hands. “Um… I'm sorry, but I might have a bigger problem.” He mumbled, shyly hinting at the bulge in his pants. Ada's eyes slowly went down and she gasped. “Good lord, I would have never guessed that you were a grower.” The words rolled off her tongue with surprise etched on her face.

Not because he didn’t look good, but because the pair of jeans was a bit too short for him. My eyes started to dart upward. He actually looked good wearing jeans, I thought to myself. That was until I saw his bulge. My eyes widened at the sight, and I blushed. I didn’t know wearing jeans could show a man’s bulge. Shouldn’t jeans flatten it out? Oh my God, he's big, I thought to myself, blushing at my own thought.

My eyes traveled down his sharp suit jacket to his lap, and that’s when I saw it. There was a massive, unmistakable bulge stretching the fabric of his expensive dress pants. I blinked, my breath catching in my throat. I reached up and adjusted my glasses, making sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me in the afternoon sun. It was huge. As I watched, I saw his cock actually twitch under the fabric. My mouth went dry. Without even thinking, I reached out and let my hand brush against the side of the bulge. The moment my fingers touched him, it jerked hard against my palm.

He had bags under his eyes, like he hadn't been sleeping well. “Yes! Can you believe it? I didn’t think I was going to get it, I did an online interview and all.” “When were you going to say something…?” He asks almost hurt. He is wearing a black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show his muscular hands with veins running through. The shirt hugs his biceps in the right places with his arm muscles bulging and flexing as he moves. The pants are black dress pants which hug his posterior muscles but also cut straight down so they fit well. Yes, I might’ve checked him out when. He walked in.

I swallowed hard—my body was screaming how much I wanted him. When he dropped his pants, the bulge in his boxers was impossible to miss. But when he peeled them off, my eyes widened at what sprang free. “Does that thing get thicker when you gain weight? Or are you using something? Because if that goes in me, I’m heading straight to the grave. That’s a fact.” He grinned, clearly amused. “Maybe a little weight gain, my little dragon,” he said. “A little? It’s as thick as my arm!”