Looking At My Bulge Novels & Stories

She called out my name, and I jolted back to reality. I blinked my eyes several times only to see her face, close to mine, and her eyes held curiosity and concern. “Are you okay? You seemed like you had blanked out.” She spoke, looking concerned. “Uhm… Yes. Yes, I am.” I responded, and cleared my throat, shaking my head to shake off the thoughts I had of her. No long after that, I realized that I had a bulge in my pants, and it was obvious. “Shit!” I cursed sharply under my breath.

CHAPTER 5 His bulge just rose, which was so shocking to him that he took his eyes away from it and went back into the bathroom. He stared at his reflection in the mirror, shock still evident on his face. This was something that had never happened in his life. Ever since he became an adult, his bulge never rose. At some point, he actually thought that he was having some sort of ED (Erectile Dysfunction), but he never cared since it was to his advantage. At least he could get his revenge without worrying about any woman.

Cath mom went home early and couldn't but noticed the bulge of her stomach. " I see you have been eating well..." she joked as it was only been weeks when she was diagnosed and it was like a belly fat at it seems. " ..."Cath couldn't answer her but Cath bag fell and saw the ultra sound polaroids.. Zyper couldn't utter a word but cuss " Jesus..."

Asahd was so strange. “Is it the massage??” I laughed. “Mmhmm, you’re not massaging me again?” he chuckled. “No way,” I mocked. He laughed a little and rolled unto his back and put his arms behind his head for support. I couldn’t help it but stare at how his muscles flexed. Unconsciously, my eyes dropped to his sweats and I saw the bulge. My breath literally hitched. It wasn’t a small one. ′Saïda! Your manners!′

Three months in, and I still couldn’t help it. Every time he towered over me to demand something he should, I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the visible print behind the zipper of his trousers. The bulge was not hidden. It was huge, like it was struggling to be packed neatly but not quite fitted. My gaze dropped low every time, wondering about the length, what it’d feel like choking on it, in my mouth… ass… hands… everywhere, but I had to tear away, so I didn’t make him uncomfortable.

Dayum that core is strong. Sweatpants stop my journey. Just below the v-dips he's got fleece on and even though they ride low on his hips, I don't think they'll be coming off anytime soon. Before I realize it, my gaze has drifted down to the bulge I can see so prominently pressing against the soft material.

"Cum! He forgets!" He was agitated, too upset. He could barely stop himself from looking at his body, by moving from side to side, he could detail his muscles, including the bulge in his underwear below his belly. “I need to know what it’s going to do to me. I'm scared, please..."

'I'm sorry, Grandpa, but I can't fulfill your long-standing wishes,' Regret washed over me. Turning to Lan, I started to say, "You..." but stopped when I noticed that his attention was not on me or Grandpa. Following his gaze, I saw that he was staring intently at my waist. "What are you staring at?" I snapped. "L-look," he stammered, pointing at my lower abdomen. Confused, I followed his gaze and saw the large bulge in between my legs. "Not again," I muttered in frustration.

I swear my nose is beginning to change shape. And then there’s my abdomen. It’s not noticeable to anyone else, I don’t believe, but I can see a slight change. It’s kind of like when I’ve eaten too much, or I’m bloated. I smooth down the front of the sequined red dress I’m wearing and stare at it for a long moment. Yes, I can definitely see a change.

“Baby the mark is gone” I’m off his lap, flying across the room to the bathroom so fucking quick. I turn on the lights, blinding myself in the process. Looking in the mirror, I see the mark Axton just made, right below my ear. It’s still slightly red, and puffy. Then my eyes move to the other side of my neck. It’s red, like really red. But the mark that was there is nowhere to be seen. It’s just gone? My brows furrow, and I look closer, and there’s nothing. No sign of it.