Jeans Bulge Novels & Stories

Nonetheless, his abs and pecs are taut, his waist firm and tight, his belly flat. Below his belt though, he is not flat. The dark fabric of his jeans strains, the buttoned front stretched taut into horizontal creases. Inside me, anticipation brims, rippling my flesh. Sucking in my lips, I look up to meet the steel-blue of his eyes. "On your knees, Elizabeth." He offers a hand, helping me down. My face level with his bulging groin, it's not hard to figure what is required of me. Once more glancing up for permission, I unbuckle his belt then work at this second set of buttons.

I looked down and groaned. These jeans were comfortable, but they were a terrible choice for me to wear to school. They were a little snug, and they weren't the thickest denim fabric. It was some sort of stretchy fabric that looked like traditional denim. Even though I was not hard, my dick was clearly outlined down the inside of my left thigh. I was in for a long day. "Dang it!" I said it to myself, but it came out of my mouth.

He steps into the jeans, struggles a little, mutters under his breath, and hisses in pain when he fastens the button. “Why are these jeans so fucking uncomfortable?” Probably because you have wounds and bruises all over your body, I want to say.

The bulge was impossible to miss, stretching the dark denim of his jeans. Wetness flooded my underwear, and a small gasp escaped my lips before I could stop it. Oh God… even through the jeans, I could tell how big he was. My body trembled hard. I wanted to touch him. To take him into my mouth, just like I had heard other girls talk about. How much trouble would I be in if I did? Keeping my face carefully blank, I looked up at him. Just as I expected, his gray blue eyes were burning with anger. He stared at me for five full seconds, like he wanted to say something. No words came.

I couldn’t pay attention to her delec- table spread, however, because my eyes were currently feasting on the sliver of fuchsia satin that was peeking out of the waistband of Joe’s jeans. Joe was on his hands and knees, with his head buried behind the set, as he explained that a couple of cables had popped loose. I blinked my eyes, wondering if I was dreaming. Nope—still there. Those were undeniably panties. No man’s underwear could be that shiny and sleek and pink. Joe’s a strong, six-foot-two guy who plays rugby on

I tug them up over my thighs, humming a little under my breath, but when I get to the button, I stop. I pull. I suck in my breath as I strain against the denim. The button doesn't even reach the hole. Not even close. "Are you kidding me?" I hiss. I try again, more aggressively this time, the metal digging into the skin of my new bump. It hurts. I end up pulling on a flowy, tiered black skirt with an elastic waistband and a cropped sweater that’s loose enough to hide the fact that I feel bloated. Elizabeth is in the kitchen, sitting at the island with a cup of herbal tea when I enter. She looks up at me.

Sometimes I wish that I were able to gain weight, so I could develop some curves. I had a little bit of an hourglass shape, but not much. Returning to my closet, I removed a pair of black jeans with rips on the legs. There was also lace underlining the jeans, matching the color of the shirt. Quickly taking off my shorts, I left my panties on but pulled on my new pants.

Glancing down, looking at the huge bulge in his jeans, she knew what was under there, as she had seen it firsthand. This was so naughty, but she had a burning desire to do it. She instinctively reached out and caressed the bulge in his jeans. She undid his belt, undid his top button, unzipped his zipper, and pulled his jeans down. He was wearing a pair of black boxer shorts, and his member strained within its harness, menacingly. As she pulled down his boxer shorts, his cock sprung up and down like a diving board, semi-erect.

I continue kissing her belly. And finally! Finally, after gathering a lot of courage, I rugged my fingers into her jeans and unzipped them. I pulled it down from her waist, revealing her red lower garment. I just wanted to remove her jeans immediately. But girls jeans are the most annoying thing in this world. I was struggling to remove it but she helped me to do so.

“Why don’t you just let us see? What’s the worst that could happen?” He nods as his eyes meet mine. He still looks unsure. And then he drops the curtain and walks slowly towards us, eventually he gives us a reluctant twirl. He’s wearing dark wash jeans that fit who’s rear so snuggly that I have to concede he has an impressive butt. A butt that has been in hiding for many years. Or at least one I’ve never noticed before - which is a little ironic given that now all three of us are struggling to not stare at it.