Jeans Bulge Novels & Stories

I fumbled with the button, my fingers shaky, then tugged the zipper down with a rasp, hooking my thumbs into the waistband and pushing the jeans over my hips inch by inch. The material dragged against my skin, bunching at my thighs, and since I hadn’t put on panties today, my bare ass was right there, smooth and exposed, the cool air in the room hitting my pussy lips and making them tingle a bit. I glanced back over my shoulder, seeing his eyes get darker, fixed on me, and I noticed the bulge starting to grow in his shorts. “Is this what you want?” My voice came out breathy, quieter than I meant.

When she zipped them up and buttoned the top, she turned to the mirror to see the effect. Absolute perfection! These jeans were so tight that if she had a dime in her pocket, you could read the date. She took the tails of the silk top and tied them in a bow, showing off her six-pack rippled belly. She looked at herself again and though there is something missing. Then she had it, she went to her jewelry box and selected her most expensive piece out of the top drawer. It was a platinum belly ring with a two carat blue star sapphire pendant. She slipped it into an almost closed hole and then walked over to the mirror again. YES! The silk top, the star sapphire belly ring, and the super skintig

I didn't bring anything with me because of her too, so I went straight to his house. I took a clean underwear, then the biggest pair of jeans and then the loosest blouse I could find. Zetta tends to be thinner than me, and she likes to wear clothes that fit her body... so if I wear clothes that fit her, my address is already like wearing a condom! The shirt clings to the body. Not funny at all! The baggy jeans, once worn, actually fit my body, a little tight in the thighs and buttocks, fortunately the blouse could cover those thighs and buttocks, because it was quite long... up to the half thigh, a navy blouse with short sleeves and a neck opening like a net.

After all, what they did was quite inappropriate. Jean noticed that Tyler's pants were crumpled. Though she was embarrassed, she couldn't help but lean forward to straighten them out. While she was doing that, she said in a low voice, "We can't do that again."

she went on as she hopped into her jeans. Sputtering through a breath and flaming red, she replied, "I didn't...I...Did he tell you that?" Dena laid back on the bed to force the button of her jeans through the hole and tug up the zipper. "No, I was listening through the door, stupid." Once she got her pants fastened, she lay there, panting. "Modern fashion is going to kill me one of these days." "I don't know why you wear those things. You realize that skinny jeans were in style when we were like nine, don't you?"

When I breathe, the lace moves with me, not against me. The jean skirt sits high on my waist, right at that narrow point where my body naturally curves in. The wide belt anchors it there, the oversized buckle drawing the eye to my way instead of my hips. My thighs fill the skirt completely—no gaps, no pretending otherwise. It’s short, yeah, but it doesn’t look wrong. It fits my thick thighs and makes them look really good.

As she gazed into the full-length mirror in front of the closet, I let out a sigh. She was topless, just wearing her bra, and she held her jeans up to her waist. She gave a sigh of surrender while squinting. "My jeans don't fit well." She was having trouble zipping up her belly because it was in the way, so I watched her. "Put on something different." I said as I leaned against the doorframe. "Wear anything else? I can't believe I didn't come up with that! She scoffed, placing her hands on her waist in a fit of pique. Damn, I'm on thin ice.

They argue differently than Mama did with Christos, but it reminds me all the same. My stomach kills. Not like I’m going to throw up—thankfully—but between the food baby resulting from dinner and baby, these pants really don’t fit. Sneakily, I unfasten the button and drape my shirt over it. I’m not really showing enough for people to notice, but my jeans definitely have.

Friday came along and Vince made his way to the club, but in all honesty, he didn't really expect to see Elizabeth there. Vince walked into the club, and while gazing around, his heart skipped a beat when he saw Elizabeth. She was dressed in a pair of low cut jeans that clung tightly around her seductive hips, long toned legs, and tight firm behind. The jeans hung low to show the waistband of her thong above the waistband of her jeans. Her black belly shirt pulled tightly against her skin, and strained greatly to cover her size c breasts, ending just above her navel, and exposing her flat stomach.

I would soon stop being a novelty. However, the only single girl my brothers brought was a little less bulky than the other two. She had a firm abdomen, which appeared below the small blouse she wore, and her waist was very thin and tight on the belt of her pants. A huge tear was on both knees of her pants, showing remnants of the white skin underneath.