Big Bulge In Jeans Novels & Stories

I popped the button, slid the zipper down with deliberate care, and tugged both jeans and underwear down his hips in one smooth motion. He sprang free, heavy and hard, curving slightly upward toward his stomach. He was large, thicker and longer than I had imagined. The sight of him made my mouth water and my core clench with fresh, aching need. I wrapped my hand around the base, feeling the heat of him, the way he throbbed powerfully against my palm. He was velvet over steel, pulsing with every heartbeat, the sheer size of him almost intimidating yet impossibly arousing.

I undid the button of my jeans, and the zipper, and felt myself let loose, and get harder. I bit my lip, going down to touch myself, but it didn't work. Thinking I could maybe rub one out, take a could shower afterwards, but no. It hurt. It hurt to touch myself for more than a few seconds. I was stone. My bulge, bigger than I expecting, throbbing, pinching, piercing against just my boxers now. So strong, so hard, so painfully, I wanted to yelp, and drop to the floor.

Instead his eyes crinkled and a deep laugh erupted from his throat. It was a nice surprise that he was amused. “I see. I do wear them. I find jeans are a little harsh on sensitive skin and they can pinch too. I enjoy wearing thick, soft cotton between jeans and my skin.” Jessie wondered how sensitive his skin was where ”the thick, soft cotton” covered Is he a boxers or briefs man? Maybe a Speedos guy? She hoped not. The later were her ex-19

I had been standing in the middle of the living room for the last 2 hours and this was the second outfit she’s had to adjust. It was a cute outfit though; I would have to give her that. It was a cute white blouse with a deep V-neck and showed off my cleavage but in a tasteful way. This was something I would wear for a business meeting. She also designed these really cute light blue jeans that were meant to fit tightly on one’s body and show off every curve. However, these jeans were a bit loose on me, so she’s been stressing over resizing it. “If you stopped poking me, I’d stop moving,” I retorted, resulting in her rolling her eyes.

I grinned, shaking my head at both of them, and took the pieces from Finn, pulling those on first. I reached behind Cole though, grabbing the newer jeans I'd bought in Greenvale, ignoring his pout. I frowned when I pulled them on though, realising these were tighter than I remembered too, and he raised an eyebrow at me, putting the other jeans back. "Did these.. shrink?" I asked, twisting and turning as I looked in the mirror, and the both laughed softly, shaking their heads.

Inside her room, Vivienne stood in front of a full-length mirror. Her hands moved skillfully as she brushed her bangs, which were cut evenly above her eyebrows, giving her face a round, adorable, and chubby appearance. She chose a different style tonight. Instead of the loose dresses she usually wore to hide the silhouette of her body, Vivienne instead wore a pair of tight white flare jeans that wrapped around her thick thighs and clearly outlined the curve of her hips. For the top, a black spandex T-shirt clung tightly to her body, exposing the folds of fat around her stomach and waist without restraint, while at the same time emphasizing the fullness of her chest. Her long black hair was l

"Well, no duh he was aroused. Then what did he do?" I explain that he asked if he could make me feel good, my voice dropping a little as I step into the denim. The jeans have a generous amount of stretch to them, allowing me to easily pull them up over my thick thighs and wide hips. I zip and button them up, sighing in relief. They fit like an absolute glove, perfectly hugging every single one of my dramatic new curves without gapping at the waist. I pull on the soft V-neck shirt. The purple color warms up my complexion beautifully, and it sits perfectly against my chest, showing just enough cleavage to be incredibly flattering while still being tasteful.

They argue differently than Mama did with Christos, but it reminds me all the same. My stomach kills. Not like I’m going to throw up—thankfully—but between the food baby resulting from dinner and baby, these pants really don’t fit. Sneakily, I unfasten the button and drape my shirt over it. I’m not really showing enough for people to notice, but my jeans definitely have.

at the top. “We are going to shop for clothes for you. The clothes you're currently wearing don't fit you right” He pointed out as his eyes trailed down my body. I followed his eyes and had time to agree with him. I wore a pair of jeans and a crop top by one of the ladies at the house. The jeans hugged snuggling around the butt area but were loose around the waist. Giving me a very odd look while the top on the other hand was too fucking tight in the chest area.

He’s pure muscle, rippling under his movements, defined 8-pack and an exquisite V-line and with a trail of dark hair disappearing under the seam of his boxers that peak from his jeans. I swallow hard. ”Like what you see?” Sebastian asks with a dark low voice. ”Yes” is all I can speak with effort now. He’s standing in front of my, looking at me when se slowly opens the button from his jeans, and slowly slides the zipper down. I swallow again, my eyes following every movement his fingers make. He takes off his jeans, standing there with his black boxers with a visible erection. Oh shit, the guy is huge!! Slowly he takes the boxers of too. Fuck, I have never seen a dick that size. It’s humongou