Jeans Bulge Novels & Stories

“Let’s see how it looks!” “J-Just a second,” I stammered, struggling to tear my gaze away from the mirror as I began tugging and adjusting the fabric, desperate to hide that one small imperfection—that tiny bulge in my lower belly, something that I always thought was normal and beautiful on everyone except myself.

Then he came into crystal-clear focus. Bella sat up to get a better look, and he pushed her down. He was already struggling with his belt. When she sat up again and reached for the buckle, he didn't try to stop her. She dispatched it quickly, considering that her hands were trembling, and unzipped his snug jeans. A huge bulge was visible underneath his gray shorts, and she wasted no time in freeing it.

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.

From her side eye, trying not to get caught, she could see the faint trail of hair leading down from his navel, a detail that made her stomach flutter. She swallowed again. Jessie had told her that the ones with pretty faces have a small size, but that bulge doesn't look small at all. Besides, the men she's been with are not pretty faces, does it mean those sizes are big? She paused her thoughts abruptly as she noticed something else. The bulge us growing bigger! Wait, is he hard? Her heart skipped and her throbbing clit got intense. Just then, Bruno reached for the hem of his soaked shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing his bare torso.

he said, his voice low and rough. I rolled my eyes but couldn’t suppress the smile that tugged at my lips. “You’re such a charmer,” I muttered, grabbing a few more items to try on. In the fitting room, I slipped into the jeans and let out a sigh of relief. The stretchy fabric hugged my curves without digging into my growing belly. I turned to the mirror, smoothing my hands over the denim, and couldn’t help but smile. For the first time in weeks, I felt… comfortable in my skin.