Novel & Cerita Looking At My Bulge

I stopped and backed up a few steps. My eyes widened as I took myself in. Sure, the lack of meals and ridiculous workout regimen made me thinner, but I also had more muscle on me than normal. I didn’t look too bad. No, the thing that caught my eye was my stomach. Placing my hand on my lower abdomen, I felt the rise of a bump already forming.

He said, apologetically and my heart clenched. Do I really look that bad? "I-is it that bad...?" I stammered, at the same time stumbling two steps backward "No. No." Liam shook his heaf, "It's just...it has been a while." I stared at him. Utterly confused and lost. Then a few moment later, my eyes followed the action of his hand as it cautiously travelled down and more before it stopped around the crotch of his trousers. A well-defined bulge was so visible, I could make up the shape of his cock and it was straining. I blushed, unable to look up at Liam.

So wide until I'm concern that my eyes will bulge out from it's socket because of the sight in fornt of me. He has a abs!! Not just a 4 pack abs but a 6 pack abs! Like oh my god! my inner fangirl is screaming inside of me. I must admit, he does look hot. Tyler looked out to his window and I immediately drop myself flat to the floor, looking like a starfish. Ouch! I hit my chin. I rubbed my chin and stay there for awhile. Did he see me? I think he didn't. I slide my body towards the window to take a peek but once I took a peek, I regret it.

"What...mnn...is really happening?! Jian Ying?!! Mnnn...mnnn...fuuu...fuuu...mnnn" He started taking in air. His nose wasn't getting enough of the air and then he switched with his mouth. And right there, he received another shock of his life! He looked in between his thighs and then he... "Wha...what is this?! A bulge?! Why? No way!!" "Wait! Is this for real?!"

His head snaps to the side, but he doesn’t stumble, doesn’t even blink. Instead, he exhales slowly, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip. His gaze drops to his crotch, and I follow it, my stomach clenching when I see the unmistakable bulge straining against his slacks. He’s hard. From the slap. From my anger. From the way I’m pushing him away.

My God! I looked at the guy and swallowed hard when I saw the bulge in his jeans when he stood up. "Oh, she's checking him out," Candice teased me. I sat up straight upon hearing her, and I quickly looked away from the guy in front of me. I looked at Candice, and I heard her giggle, as if she was pleased with my reaction.

I groan as I sit on my leather chair and twirl on it while trying hard to shake off the image of what would have happened if we didn't get interrupted earlier. And not until I start to feel dizzy from the fast speed of twirling the chair so fast do I stop. Maybe I'm really going insane, I pause as I look down at my crotch area to see the biggest bulge I've ever seen, bigger than my morning wood. I know even the coldest showers will not be able to calm this down, so I decide to go for a run when it suddenly occurs to me that I have evidence to disprove the claim that I am invalid.

he commanded, his crimson eyes searching mine. I couldn't answer. I looked down at my stomach, and a scream of shock died in my throat. The leather of my bodice was straining, the seams audibly popping as my abdomen grew. This wasn't the slow, natural growth I had experienced in the fortress. This was an eruption.

Then I saw a bulge, it clicked immediately. "Kene you are hard," I snorted, pointing to his crotch. He just clasped his hands behind his head watching my reaction, the bulge was so noticeable and visible, it was straining to get out of his boxers. "It's so big," I whispered, coming closer. Kene kept quiet, his eyes watching my moves. "You were sitting on it and your movement woke it up," he said, looking elsewhere. Don't tell me, so Kene can be embarrassed, then I thought of using his words too.

The gym echoed with the clank of iron, the air thick with sweat and determination under the harsh fluorescent lights. I moved through my routine, my tank top clinging to my lean frame, the rhythm of lifting weights stirring a quiet curiosity I’d buried deep. I wasn’t new to the scene, but my eyes kept drifting to him—a bodybuilder, all muscle and power, his veins bulging as he hoisted a barbell. My cock twitched with forbidden interest, the gym’s public space heightening the thrill as I watched his biceps flex, his shorts outlining a thick bulge.