Looking At My Bulge Novels & Stories

"It wouldn't even make me sweat." "No." "It isn't fair." She shoots me a look. "The answer is still no." I sigh dramatically. "You're treating me like I'm fragile." "You are." "I am not." She simply raises one eyebrow. "Have you looked at yourself lately?" Confused, I glance down. My breath catches. The bump is impossible to ignore now. Not huge. Not enough that strangers would immediately know. But... Definitely there. My hand slowly settles over the gentle curve. For a moment...

I leaned down to him, I looked down and for the first time noticing the huge tent in his trousers , i felt so disgusted and humiliated My hands shook badly as I opened the flyer of his zip... His free cock suddenly sprang out and slapped against my cheeks, he must have found it funny because the corners of his lips quirked My eyes widened in sheer horror , it was so huge, thick and very rigid ,angry veins ran from the edge to the tip, the tip was glistening with some slimy liquid...

The slight pressure in my lower belly reminded me again that something small was living inside me. I stretched and sat up slowly. Before anything else, I stood in front of my mirror. My reflection stared back. My eyes looked softer these days, sleepier too. My waist was still there, but my stomach had a small gentle curve. Not obvious under clothes but clear enough to me. I placed my palm over it and exhaled. This is real.

Oh my goodness… I was really wide that night. When Bullet glanced at me, I looked away and then decided to just focus on the food in front of me. “Is that all that you're gonna eat?” Bullet asked without giving me a stare. “Uhm uhm…” I just sounded it while munching the loaf bread. But I instantly swallowed hard the moment Bullet faced me. He was now holding a hard bowl and he was smiling boyishly at me. His sturdy chest is so prominent on his apron, the shape of it is tracing beneath the garment. Picture a guy with a friendly smile and a hot body like his. Who would not be distracted?

Then he speaks, his voice filling the room, deep, steady, and commanding. I stare at the him as he speaks, my eyes following him. He’s facing me now—not fully, but his body is angled in my direction as he points at the screen. Slowly, my eyes drift downward. My gaze keeps going, slipping down the length of his arm, across his torso, down to his waist, and then lower. I do not mean to do it—I swear I do not—but my eyes land right on the front of his pants. I regret it the instant they do, because there, I see a prominent bulge straining against his fabric.

She wasn’t broken; she was surviving. Then, I noticed something else. As she turned to look back at the empty building, the thick coat shifted slightly around her midsection. And for a fleeting, heart-stopping second, I saw it: a tiny, almost imperceptible rounding to her stomach. A subtle bulge that was inconsistent with her usual slender frame. I stared at the screen, my heart hammering against my ribs so hard I felt dizzy.

That was when I noticed the large bulge threatening to burst from his shorts. I sat up, reaching for his hands and pulling him close, as I started to unbutton his shorts. He reached around my hands and started to unbutton mine at the same time. I unzipped his shorts and the bulge seemed to squeeze outward, now only held in by the thin fabric of his boxers.

I couldn't help but notice a bulge, hitting me below my stomach and how his hands tightened around my waist each time the bulge came up. Eat me, Alpha Kade.

something large and rigid that definitely wasn't there when I saw him on campus last week. I blink, my mind racing with a profound, clinical confusion. My brain, so used to analyzing symptoms and side effects, immediately goes to the most logical conclusion. Is he injured? Did he hit himself during that intense workout? The bulge looks incredibly uncomfortable, almost painful, and the way the fabric strains against him makes my own face go scarlet. My mind is so naive to the biological reality of the man standing in front of me that I genuinely wonder if he’s about to burst out of his clothes just like I did mine. Is his body density-shifting too? Is he having a "reaction"?

My eyes raked from the top of his head and just kept going lower and lower and lower till my eyes got fixed at the huge bulge below his belly. He looked at me and smirked. “Do you like what you see?”