Jeans Bulge Novels & Stories

We shuffled through the displayed jeans, making critics while hoping to find the perfect one that suited my taste. “ What about this?." Jasmine asked and showed me blue skinny jeans. This was just what I needed but something was going to be a huge hindrance. “I don't think I am going to fit into it. It's way too tight at the shin.” I said,my face pulled up to a frown. “ Can you imagine Charlotte pulled another tantrum yesterday when we all sat for dinner?.” I suddenly said,my voice laced with eagerness. Jasmine's jaw dropped.

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.

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

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 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.

Maeve also didn’t look too impressed with the blouse, and she hummed as she looked around my body. She reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of jeans. It looked like they’d be a tight fit, but when I put them on, they also fit like a glove. I was impressed that they guessed my size perfectly. The jeans were also cute; they had flared bottoms and a few ripped spots along the seams, which I supposed was the style nowadays. But they still didn’t feel like they belonged on my body.

She wrinkled her nose and muttered to herself. The second gown next to it, was the fluffiest Journee had ever seen! White mostly, its shoulder embroidery which tapered down the chest seemed ok. She found it nice, at first, but the layers of tulle would make her look like she am floating on water as she walked, or an overwrapped present with that huge bow at the waist. But then again, Journee had never liked the Basque Gown style. The protruding flares to give excess volume is way over the top for her. Especially with the huge tulle ribbon that is supposed to adorn her hair. “Nope.” She asserted to the gown, pushing it away from her.

She grimaced as she realized that the slim jeans went up no farther than mid-calf and the cut extended beyond that. Oh, no. Oh, God. I can’t take my jeans off. I won’t. She struggled with the material, trying to lift it higher. Adam watched all of this, confused. “Ummm. What are you doing?” “Rolling up my jeans.” “No,” he said. “Take them off, OK?”

My waist looked impossibly small, my hips curved like they had been sculpted by the goddess herself, and my ass…okay, that deserved its own applause. “Since when did I have that?” I whispered, twisting left and right. Sylvara laughed so hard I could almost feel it. “You’ve always had it, sweetheart. You just never had the clothes to notice it.” I bit my lip, still staring at the reflection. “And these jeans? They’re doing the goddess’s work.” “Human clothes are dangerous, Eve.” “Dangerous for who?” “For everyone who looks at you.” I burst out laughing, still blushing like crazy. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Go put this on, and be careful with it, rookie.” I frowned immediately. The size tag didn’t match the measurements I’d sent them last week. “Is this the right pair?” I asked, raising a brow. The stylist didn’t even bother to look at me. She just waved me off. “Of course, yeah. She’s petite, it’ll fit. Models squeeze all the time.” Kylie took the jeans with both hands, gave me a nod, and went to change. Not even two minutes later, I heard her gasp, followed by a sharp rip.