Huge Bulge Pants Novels & Stories

I spat back. He chuckled darkly before reaching into his hands into the depths of his pockets. "Not really." My eyes followed suit for my own safety. Just below the tight shirt he was wearing, Right under the V line that made me feel some type of way, I noticed a bulge in his pants.

Not to touch his w-warm skin. But as I pulled down his pants, carefully not to touch anything inappropriate, his pants suddenly won't pull down. Goodness, gracious! It stuck!!! Heaven is punishing me. As I open my eyes, the first thing I saw is his... Bulge under his boxer. The pants stuck at his groin causing heat gushes all over my face. Why does he have a huge-- Goddamn it! I glared at his groin with narrowed brows as I slowly lifted the garter of his trouser but I can see through my peripheral vision Marcus's sly smile while looking down at me.

' Without telling me where we were going, he shoved a bag into my arms and pushed me into the bathroom with a single instruction to get changed before dragging me out of my building. It wasn't any weird outfit by any means, just a pair of dress pants with a white button-up shirt. The problem was with how tight, and slim-fitting everything was. The pants hugged my thighs like a secondary layer of skin and the shirt was so stretched out against my chest that buttons were practically threatening to pop open at moment.

"All that aside, there's an even bigger problem I need to deal with now." "Oh, and what is that?" I asked, already having a vague idea of what it might be in my mind. Without a word, he took off his pants and tossed them on the floor. I bit my lip at the sight of the huge bulge I saw desperately straining against his soaked boxers. I lifted my leg and gently pressed my foot against the bulge. I felt it contract as I did so. "Wow... That does look like a big problem," I said, feigning surprise. "It looks like you'd have a lot of work to solve it all by yourself. Can I help in some way?"

I walked towards him while he was using his left hand to undo his belt. “You can take it from here, yeah?” he put both hands behind his head and the way his biceps grew thrice their original size made my mouth water dangerously. I nodded wordlessly and bent over while facing him to begin tugging the pants off his waist, and I couldn’t help but swallow at the sight of the bulge in his briefs. Nothing would feel better than to stuff every last inch of him down my needy core until I was screaming for mercy. But even while being dazed, I knew that was a horrible idea that I shouldn’t follow through with.

I looked up at him to find myself faced with the bulge in his jeans. “Now, you’re going to be a good girl for me, right? You’re going to give me what I want.” I nodded my head and squeezed my legs together. His hands fell to the end of his shirt, and he peeled it off his body. I watched as his arm muscles flexed as he threw it on the couch next to us. His hands undid the buttons on his jeans, and he pushed them down, exposing his briefs and his huge bulge. I bit my lip, excited to see him.

But how am I supposed to do this if I don’t? The heft of his bulge is one that I cannot ignore—it is half the size of my hand but thicker. I don’t know. His pants strain, seams look like they are about to split where the rigid line of him juts forward. Thankfully, he has already moved the zipper up so all I have to do is button it. I press the fabric but my knuckles touch his skin. He doesn’t react to that—at least, that’s what I think until I hear a snarl.

Then he picked among one of the pants which were peculiarly made for him. They are pants that can take in bullets, and they wouldn’t touch his body. This is something no one has an idea of. It was only made for him at the time by his mother and she had said that by the time she feels like it, she might expand her production and make for others also, for the moment, her designs are mainly for her beloved son. After he was done spraying his cologne, he looked at himself in the mirror, happy that he looked hot and all before he stepped out of the closet.

I wasn't going to parade myself around like an idiot in a sheet of black material. Like the first two, the third suit was black. Unlike the first two, this one was a nice suitand the pants is long enough reaching my ankles. There was a thigh-high slit along the side though. Then it wrapped around my chest tightly, like a bustier. Which was perfect because I didn't want my underwear to show through. It also had a satin belt that rested a little higher than my hips. I looked in the mirror and while I wasn't too impressed, I found it acceptable. My chest didn't look huge and I actually looked a hot man in ages.

Her focus was on his pants, the desire to undress him was way too much to ignore. In a swift movement, his pants were set free as she pulled them off which he willingly complied, leaving him with a pair of blue Balenciaga undies.