Can I See Your Bulge Novels & Stories

Even though I had gotten healthier in the past few months and wasn’t as scrawny anymore, my stomach was still soft with no sign of abs. As I watched him, I wondered when—if ever—I’d have a body like his. But then, Michael turned around, catching me off guard. Our eyes met. He was only wearing his underwear, and I couldn’t help but notice the bulge in his groin area, still straining against the fabric. He noticed where I was looking and smirked, raising an eyebrow. “What’s this? Have you changed your mind?” My face flushed even more, burning like a sunset.

My stomach tightened as I noticed the distinct bulge at the center, a blatant reminder of his masculinity. A rush of heat spread through me, I closed my legs tightly trying to stop myself from getting more drenched than I already am, I quickly looked away, cursing myself for even noticing. But the image lingered in my mind, unshakable. How big is he? —The thought slipped in uninvited, sending a fresh wave of heat through my body. My imagination betrayed me, supplying answers I didn’t want to consider.

Present “Ah B – Baby , you like that baby?” I hear my cousin’s voice moan out , making me feel sick to my stomach. I know I should not , but the urges in me helps pry my eyelids open. I am appalled by what I see – my cousin , in nothing but her birthday suit. She straddles David , who is also naked. David lays on his back , while she straddles him , with his cock buries deep inside of her. I watch in horror as she bounces on his dick – I watch how it enters her each time she lands on it. I watch her throw her head back , moaning aloud about how good it felt.

something large and rigid that definitely wasn't there when I saw him on campus last week. I blink, my mind racing with a profound, clinical confusion. My brain, so used to analyzing symptoms and side effects, immediately goes to the most logical conclusion. Is he injured? Did he hit himself during that intense workout? The bulge looks incredibly uncomfortable, almost painful, and the way the fabric strains against him makes my own face go scarlet. My mind is so naive to the biological reality of the man standing in front of me that I genuinely wonder if he’s about to burst out of his clothes just like I did mine. Is his body density-shifting too? Is he having a "reaction"?

My eyes widened when his hard thing started to come into view once more. I can’t help but to just swallow hard as if my life depends on it. “We are now in the exciting part, right?” Bullet said and I was never ready when he actually put both of his hands on his nape. Revealing his armpit and flexing more the sturdy muscle he has on his chest. I just pouted as I rolled my eyes at him.

I hug her, not wanting her to see the tears in my eyes. The next morning, we arrived at school, and as soon as we got down from the car, a crowd surrounded us, and I knew what was coming. “Leon, don’t tell you are now with the school cafeteria’s top customer?” A guy said, pulling his head back. “Are you now interested in fat girls? You can probably carry her with all that strength.” The crowd started laughing, but my eyes were focused on Leon. There was a small speck of hope, maybe this time; he would stand up for me.

Now that I can see my boobs, I nod my head because they are quite wonderful. "Thanks!" In response to Arthur's complement, I muttered something. Butterflies were already inside my stomach, threatening to emerge at any moment. If these butterflies physically burst out of my tummy, I'd go mad. Mister handsome knees next to me and stares at my trouser zipper before returning his gaze to my face. "May I?" He asked, peering deeply into my eyes, "It's not like I have any other option." I said this as I attempted to force myself to chuckle, but it didn't work.

My eyes didn't miss the veins on his hands. My eyes traced his visible veins. I can see that. I don’t know why his veins were bulging or why his veins appeared like that. Maybe from working out? Lifting dumb bells or what? My gaze went up to his biceps. He's just wearing a T-shirt so I can see his whole arm. Fuck, those veins! Damn that hand. I wonder what it feels like to be choked by his hand. I closed my eyes tightly. There it is! There it is! I'm fucking imagining wild things. "Why can't you look at me? Look at me, Quiva."

“Like what you see?” His deep voice resonated inside of me, sending a thrill up my spine. I raised my eyebrow as I picked up the shot glass in front of me. “It depends,” I say slowly. “On?” I downed the shot and raised my fingers again. “Did steroids shrink your balls?”

" I try to concentrate and see a Blaze figure in my head. I try to find out what Blaze sees right now...where his whereabouts...and what is how condition. I closed my eyes and concentrate harder...what I See .. is the same as what Blaze see .... And Blaze is seeing.. 'What the F.....!'