Looking At My Bulge Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Let’s see how it looks!” “J-Just a second,” I stammered, struggling to tear my gaze away from the mirror as I began tugging and adjusting the fabric, desperate to hide that one small imperfection—that tiny bulge in my lower belly, something that I always thought was normal and beautiful on everyone except myself.

I just need a 3D view. My curiousity got the best of me and did what I wanted to do. I craned my head to the side to see the side profile on this one, and yup! Volcano bulge or mountain-like bulge, however I describe it, it's bulging. My eyes went back to him once more, then back to his groin. I did this a few times while my dirty thoughts crammed in and the word bulge was capitalized. Would you prefer me to perform a b.j.? Of course, I can't ask this out loud. I just signed my death wish.

I try not to stare at him as he looks at me expectantly. I explain, in the best way I can, that we can leave at night using the path I found. He looks happy, and I like that. I go to put my weapon away and catch him watching me. He quickly looks away when he notices. That’s when I remember what I had been trying to avoid thinking about all morning. I glance at the front of his pants while he’s not looking and notice there’s no longer that big bulge. Did what I did help? Shit, why am I thinking about this?

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I’m busying myself with dinner, salivating as I breathe in the delicious aroma of my chicken stir fry, when a sudden kick from within my belly has me clutching the countertop and gasping for air. I manage to keep myself upright while I focus on taking slow breaths. Each inhale seems to compound the pressure in my belly, so I do my best to keep my breaths shallow. I lift my shirt and examine the familiar, prominent veins and bruises that have begun forming across my belly once again. I sigh, lowering my shirt, then rub soothing circles across my belly.

*Ana* “It will take some time, but as long as we keep an open communication,” I pause on habit, turning crimson eyes from the map, half expecting to find the Bulgeon chief either dozing off or distracted. Thanks to my less-than-lustrous experiences in court, creating a low bar for many.

I released once I pushed the door closed and leaned against it, my pulse thumping erratically. He probably thought I refused his offer and was shy because I didn't want him to see me nakëd… but then, he already saw me nakéd lots of times. The truth is I couldn't let him see my stomach. In the morning while standing under the shower, I noticed my stomach looked different—slightly swelling, rounder and softer. It was bulging out showing my pup was forming. “Why can't we tell him now?” my wolf growled in my head. “Scared? Worried?”

’ I whispered through the mind link. ‘STORM!? Are you okay!? What’s wrong baby you sound so scared.’ He practically yelled making me jump a little. ‘Come in but quietly please.’ I said. The door jerked opened and in came Diego rushing. “Doctor is she okay!?” He asked closing the door. “Why are the lights dimmed?” “Diego come take a look.” Greg ushered him over. He moved the thing in a circle pressing down a little harder. I just noticed a small bulge I hadn’t before I had thought I was just bloated. Diego came over looking at me and grabbing my hand then he looked up at the screen and his jaw dropped his eyes wide.

I knelt between his legs and unzipped him quickly, curiosity wounding me on about what would he look like down there? He raised his hips, and I lowered his jean. Underneath, he had boxer briefs, stretched tightly over a significant bulge.I blinked a few times to make sure my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me. No, I saw right. His cock looked huge through the fabric. In the gloom of my bedroom, his bulge was quite noticeable. I looked up with a smile, curious to see the look on his face. He was breathing so fast, I was afraid he would hyperventilate, and his pupils were wide, almost obscuring the amber irises.

I ask, wanting to know what has made my mate feel so different this morning. “Look at your stomach,” he says softly, his own eyes tracking to where my stomach is pressed against his side. I look down and smile. Almost overnight, my belly has popped out. I gasp and slide my hand over my little baby bulge. “Our little girl is showing herself.”