Novel & Cerita Jeans Bulge

The neckline was high, too, almost up to my chin, shielding me from prying eyes. The jeans were equally comfortable, made of stretchy denim that hugged my curves without feeling tight or restrictive. They were a faded blue, with a slight flare at the bottom, giving me a casual yet stylish look. I slipped them on,pulledg them up over my hips, and fastened the button with a sigh of relief.

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.

I felt a trickle of perspiration run down a rivulet between my breasts. She had no belt on her jeans; she’d been relying on her curves to keep them up. She loosed the brass button at her waist and unzipped the fly. Staring into my eyes, she slowly pushed the jeans down over her hips with a little wiggle and let them drop around her ankles. I realized I was breathing in short, shallow gasps. I was transfixed by her display.

Riley whispered. Jade’s jeans hit the floor with a soft thud. She wasn’t wearing boxers—just black briefs that hugged the bulge between her legs. Riley dropped to her knees, tugged the waistband down. Jade’s cock sprang free—five and a half inches, thick, uncut, the head flushed dark and already leaking. Her balls were drawn tight; a faint happy trail led from her navel down to coarse auburn curls.

JACQUELINE I’d never taken so long to pick an outfit for school. Not even on presentation days. I stood in front of the mirror, twisting from side to side, watching the way my jeans curved over my hips and hugged my thighs. They were my favorite pair, slightly faded at the knees, tight in all the right places, and if I was being honest, they made my ass look about twenty percent bigger than it really was. Which, in this case, was the whole point.

James reached down to unfasten the zipper on his low-slung blue jeans. As they sagged on his trim pelvis, Grace’s eyes fell unwillingly to the ridges of taut muscle that defined him, and to the trailing pattern of dermaglyphs that quite obviously continued all the way down to his naked, swelling groin. He wore nothing beneath, she realized in a state of instant panic.

My cheeks were no longer hollow but filled out, my curves were fuller, and my thighs had become thicker. Thankfully, my tummy stayed flat. “Shit!” I cursed as dressed number eight couldn't get past my thick thighs. Blowing off a breath, I rummaged through my closet until I found an old pair of jeans and T-shirt. I rarely wore jeans because my fiancé didn't like then but I hoped Massimo would let it go this time until I went shopping again. Sending a prayer to God, I squeezed into my jean trousers and luckily for me, it fit. Same with the t-shirt so I was good to go. Tying my hair in a ponytail, I wore tennis shoes and with a sigh, went down the stairs for breakfast.

“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.”

She blushed at the thought, but wasn't sure if it was because she was embarrassed or excited. Folded in the closet, she found the jeans and pulled them on. They were tight with a low-rise waistline. Much more revealing than anything she'd wear normally - much more revealing than anything her mother would have allowed her to wear at all. While she had a boyish figure, Annie still had hips. She looked at the space between her thighs. Remembered Craig talking about her "thigh gap". She'd bought them for her date with him. She remembered his shiny, thin erection, him coming in her hand. His anger when she accidentally got it on his shirt. She wondered if Michele would admire that gap the way Cra

I watched him disappear and then I exhaled a deep breath. Ok, I thought. Time to get organized. I dug through the closet for my favorite blue jeans and my purple blouse. I ran to the bathroom and slipped on the blouse before pulling on my jeans. Only suddenly. I was stopped before I could button them. I furrowed my eyebrows as I glanced down at the button that wouldn’t button like it had easily for as long as I could remember. I studied it and it only took me a moment to realize it wasn’t my jeans that changed size.