Jeans Bulge Novels & Stories

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.

As she turned around, she noticed the subtle stitching and detailing on the jeans, adding a touch of edginess to the otherwise classic look. Paired with the jeans was a sleek leather jacket that she had borrowed from her friend Lya. The jacket hugged her torso, providing an air of rebellion that contrasted with her usually modest demeanor. The leather felt cool against her skin, reminding her that she was stepping out of her comfort zone, not just in terms of fashion but in her personal growth as well.

He was waiting. She slipped her fingers in, hesitated, then splayed both hands against his hips and tugged his jeans down. He made a low sound when she did it—not quite a growl, not quite a moan. When the jeans hit his knees, she looked again, and this time, she didn’t look away. His underwear did nothing to hide him. The cotton was stretched taut, the bulge so prominent it was almost laughable. “You okay?” he managed, the words nearly a groan.

That means I can only go up from here, right? If I'm going to do this, though, that means diving in with both feet and giving it my best effort. First things first: jeans aren't going to cut it. At least not my jeans - which are comfortable as hell but baggy in the butt and knees. I want to show Roman that I'm approaching this project like a professional - and if I can feel like less of a slob next to him in his perfectly pressed, ridiculously expensive clothes, even better.

And there—surprisingly full and prominent beneath a sexy little uniform, her thighs wrapped in snowy white stockings. Innocent yet seductive. Cute yet tempting. The thought of being alone with her in the same room stirred me all over again. Arielle's mouth fell open as she stared wide-eyed at the bulge beneath my shorts.

"This one looks like it'd be your size, and it stretches, too." I eye it warily before taking it from her. They do feel different from normal jeans. "You sure they're as comfortable as you say?" "They are. You can try them out if you want." I shake my head. "I think I'm just gonna take your word for it." I'd rather not go through the stress of tugging them on and having to pull them off again. "Alright then. You might want to see the other dresses we have." "Lead the way."

Besides that, my jeans were becoming tighter around the waist and legs. That was my biggest problem with a body maintained by exercise. If you went even just two weeks without it, the fat and flab would quickly return. I glanced at Noah who looked like he had barely walked a mile. He was very fit, and that was sexy. Could he get more perfect?

It was all so thrilling! Today’s day started off like any other normal day – I woke up , brushed my teeth , said a little prayer and had a shower. How ever , in stead dressing up in to my gym outfit – I found my self dressing up in a blue jeans pants and a grey long sleeve top. I remember feeling so happy as the jeans struggled to get over my thighs and ass – this means that my muscles were growing. For those who do weight lifting , you guys might know that feeling of jeans not being able to fit. Nevertheless , after minutes of struggling it had went up – I smile back now remembering how I modeled in front of the mirror as I admired how snug the jean had fit me.

asked Jane to one of the employees from the boutique who she had known for a long time. The woman named Minie agreed to Jane's request and began measuring the girl's belly circumference. "Nothing has changed, it's still the same as before," said Minie, showing Jane her size book. Jane frowned in confusion. If she doesn't get fatter, why does she get tired so easily? "There is one thing that has changed, your bust! Did you do something with your boobs?" asked Minie casually. "No, I didn't do anything, why did it get bigger huh?" muttered Jane under her breath.