Jeans Bulge の小説・ストーリー

It’s my signature colour and does make my cerulean eyes pop. I toss the white shirt onto my bed and slide my arms into the royal blue shirt and do up the buttons leaving four undone at the top and tucking it into the waistband of my pants. I want the menses to get a taste of the goods, as Gypsy Rose-Lee once said, ‘make them beg for more, and then don’t give it to them’. I give myself a final once-over and admire how spectacular my ass looks in these jeans. Full and firm, but juicy as hell.

It was the last day of summer and thankfully the weather was not too warm for a jacket. I didn’t need a jacket in relation to the weather but it made me feel less shy about my boobs pushing out. They had suddenly grown so much over the holiday and I would have thought it was because I added weight but the rest of my body didn’t explode as much. Well, except my bum and hips which I did not want to think too much about. Knock!knock!knock! “Bella?? Can I come in?!” It was the soft but demanding voice of my little sister, Jeanie.

I quickly took a shower and dressed up in a yellow stripped white tank top and a faded blue pegged jeans. For the past months, I've been having trouble getting into my skinny jeans. I always manage to pull them up my thighs and then they stop right below my butt area. The wider ones fits after I've done a series of jumping for them to go over my butt but I can't do that anymore. The size of my butt has been increasing rapidly for the past months and I've developed a likeness for my other jeans like the mom jeans, boyfriend jeans and pegged jeans. They're easier for me to wear even though they still pretty much accentuated my butt size and hips curves. Not that I didn't enjoy the feeling thou

God, how wrong I was, I later got to know. I looked on at Bella as she frantically tried to pull on her jeans so that we did not get late for class. We had apparently not slept the entire night- worry about our mate gnawing us and when we finally did, we had clearly overslept. Back to female jeans, why the fuck do they wear such tight ones to look perfect ? Ass- accentuated, legs- perfectly long, beauty- enhanced, waist- too low for comfort. What the hell are they trying to do ? Kill us with those curves ?

Walking towards the bathroom door, I knocked on the wood before asking, "Have you changed your mind?" "Give me a minute," she said after a short silence. "What's taking you so long?" "Uhm.... The jeans are kind of small." I narrowed my eyes in confusion. "Of course, they're small. You're pretty slim, Elaine." She opened the door and my jaw almost dropped at the jeans she squeezed into. Elaine was indeed small but I didn't acknowledge the thickness below her waist. The jean was unbuttoned and the zip was halfway through. It fit her legs properly but got tighter at her thighs going up.

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Especially since nothing worked at the shopping trip. I looked at all the outfits I placed on the bed, and none of them had dresses. Maybe I'll just stay away from dresses till I shape up my arms. So goodbye crunches and hello push ups. Well I knew which pair of jeans I was wearing. Black was always a flattering shape and with these jeans my legs looked longer than they were, but then again I was pretty short. But these jeans looked good. Now, a top. That's wear the struggles began. Being five four had disadvantages, the tops were long, really long. And crop tops fitted me like a normal top. So what do I wear? I looked between the casual to fancy piles I had.

I grinned, shaking my head at both of them, and took the pieces from Finn, pulling those on first. I reached behind Cole though, grabbing the newer jeans I'd bought in Greenvale, ignoring his pout. I frowned when I pulled them on though, realising these were tighter than I remembered too, and he raised an eyebrow at me, putting the other jeans back. "Did these.. shrink?" I asked, twisting and turning as I looked in the mirror, and the both laughed softly, shaking their heads.

I told her “Put on one of your jeans let's see” she said “How would that-” “Just put it on” she cut in “You haven't had any jeans on, you are mostly in sweats, shorts, and leggings" she explained I grabbed the first pair of jeans my hand touched and proceeded to put in on. I was surprised when I put my first leg in and it slipped in easily without me having to struggle. I quickly put in the second leg and the waist was so big that if I let it go it would drop.