Big Bulge In Jeans Novels & Stories

His jeans left nothing to the imagination, his bulge was very visible and his thighs looked every bit delicious and sexy. My cock twitch in my pants and started to swell. I held my hands in front of me to stop him from seeing, my very embarrassing situation. He pocketed his phone and his wallet and looked up, his blue eyes looked even more captivating. "Let's go, then."

My eyes greedily traced downward, lingering on his strong thighs—thick, powerful, the kind I’d always secretly loved on a— But something else made my knees weak, taunting me. His legs were spread wide, casually, as if daring me to look between them. And I did. The bulge in his tight jeans was impossible to ignore; it screamed that he wasn’t just aroused, but packing something massive waiting down there for me. It would probably swell even bigger once freed. And it dwarfed anything Ryan had ever offered, making my ex seem laughably inadequate. He chuckled low, the sound vibrating through me. “Enjoying the view?”

It’s my signature colour and does make my cerulean eyes pop. I toss the white shirt onto my bed and slide my arms into the royal blue shirt and do up the buttons leaving four undone at the top and tucking it into the waistband of my pants. I want the menses to get a taste of the goods, as Gypsy Rose-Lee once said, ‘make them beg for more, and then don’t give it to them’. I give myself a final once-over and admire how spectacular my ass looks in these jeans. Full and firm, but juicy as hell.

She laughed out loud at me, “You are so cute. I’m going to love working with you.” I went to the jeans and I asked Luna Jessie, “What size jeans do you think I would wear?” She replied, “Why don’t you try a size zero first? We can work our way up from there.” I grabbed a pair of size zero jeans and held them up, “They look too short. Maybe a size zero tall?” I found a zero tall, and walked to the dressing room. I tried on the size zero regular and found that they were too short, so I tried on the zero tall and they fit! They were still loose in the waist, but not so loose that they fall down. I walked out of the dressing room, holding up my dress, “What do you think?” She smiled as she appro

I slap his arm and slip out of the offending piece of material. I go in the closet and pick out a pair of jeans and a top that I hope will somewhat hide the baby bump. The jeans are a no go. The two sides meet in the middle, but don't reach enough for me to button them. Problem is. I can't even use my magic to fix the situation because it's on the fritz. Double damn!

I looked down and groaned. These jeans were comfortable, but they were a terrible choice for me to wear to school. They were a little snug, and they weren't the thickest denim fabric. It was some sort of stretchy fabric that looked like traditional denim. Even though I was not hard, my dick was clearly outlined down the inside of my left thigh. I was in for a long day. "Dang it!" I said it to myself, but it came out of my mouth.

“Where the hell do you shop? The Salvation Army? Your grandma’s closet?” I groan. “Can you help me?” She pulls out a pair of fitted high-waisted jeans and a simple white T-shirt. When I put them on, my eyes widen. “Whoa… look at my butt.” She laughs. “Girl, you need to buy at least ten pairs of those jeans. I didn’t know you had all that back there.” She adds a distressed oversized denim jacket. “Cute. Simple. When that jacket comes off, though? Your body is singing, because that thang you got back there is thanging.”

It’s an evening blue crewneck sweatshirt featuring contrasting tape down the long sleeves and a sporty embroidered logo detail at the front center. “I think, I haven’t had one like this on my closet” Since I cleaned my room the past few weeks, I am pretty sure that I don’t have one like this. I get a medium size because I want something oversized for me. Once I finally get a stock, I proceeded to the pants section. I saw on their new arrivals the 1981 Cropped Straight Jeans in the color medium wash. It’s denim elevated with this pair of high-rise jeans, featuring a cropped hem and straight-leg fit.

After an impatient yank, it finally surrendered, and a pair of faded, torn jeans exploded forth, nearly smacking me in the face. Choosing the absurdly tiny bathroom to change in just in case Adam came back, I pulled on the shirt, feeling the snugness across my shoulders—a reminder that I was broader than Adam. The jeans settled onto my hips, just loose enough to provide comfort while still clinging to my frame. However, their length was a problem; they hung considerably lower than they should have, pooling around my ankles like a gentle reminder of their former owner. Yet, I didn't mind the way they dragged.

He blushed before looking at his sister. He'd told no one why he wore the clothes he wore. It was beyond embarrassing. Even his mom didn't know; the only one that did was his dad. "I can't wear jeans or leather pants, they hurt me. I need more room than they give me." She frowned. "Please, you're not fat how can you need more room?" He blushed. "Not in the hips or stomach, Fiona. In the crotch. I need more room in the zipper area."