Skinny Jeans Bulge Novels & Stories

My eyes has been dreaming of the beauty behind this jeans . As soon as I pulled down the jeans my eyes almost bulge out of there socket. "She is just, waw". She has beautiful clean and slim legs . Her skin was white and spotless. I flipped her around to take a good look at her a** and it was fabulous. Her body has the right amount of curves a also in the right place. My perverted mind was telling me to play with those beautiful bouncing duds but I was afraid she might not like it.

I spent seventy dollars on this? "Wait a minute, this is old! It won't...fit," I said looking at the size, two sizes smaller than I was. Oh god. "Just try it, here jeans," something else flew into my face and I frowned. "Great aim," "I try," At least they were black, I mean black was meant to be slimming wasn't it. He also passed me a simple white shirt to wear inside. "For someone who wanted me to wear a bikini ten seconds ago, this is like dressing like a nun," I said judging the outfit.

She's wearing dark blue skinny jeans, black ankle-high heeled boots, and a blazer that looks fit for a royal. The front has two buttons, and the bottom sits just above the waistband of her jeans, allowing you to see the cami under her blazer, which disappears into her pants. But it's the Blazer's back that makes it so amazing. It cinches tight at the small of her back, then ruffles out, and reaches down, stopping just above the back of her knees. Charlie had never seen anything like it. He thought it was stunning! His eyes were wide as he stared at the Blazer in awe.

“Go put this on, and be careful with it, rookie.” I frowned immediately. The size tag didn’t match the measurements I’d sent them last week. “Is this the right pair?” I asked, raising a brow. The stylist didn’t even bother to look at me. She just waved me off. “Of course, yeah. She’s petite, it’ll fit. Models squeeze all the time.” Kylie took the jeans with both hands, gave me a nod, and went to change. Not even two minutes later, I heard her gasp, followed by a sharp rip.

I pulled the loose sweater over my head and the soft cotton brushed the swell of my belly as I tried to put it on. Another reminder that I needed to do something about my wardrobe before my clothes became inappropriate for my condition. The fabric clung more than it used to and for a moment I stared at it, wondering when everything had started to feel so small. I pulled the jean up slowly, wiggling continuously as I tried to close the button with both hands. My fingers strained against the metal clasp but it wouldn’t close without a fight. I sucked in a breath and tried again.

My waist looked impossibly small, my hips curved like they had been sculpted by the goddess herself, and my ass…okay, that deserved its own applause. “Since when did I have that?” I whispered, twisting left and right. Sylvara laughed so hard I could almost feel it. “You’ve always had it, sweetheart. You just never had the clothes to notice it.” I bit my lip, still staring at the reflection. “And these jeans? They’re doing the goddess’s work.” “Human clothes are dangerous, Eve.” “Dangerous for who?” “For everyone who looks at you.” I burst out laughing, still blushing like crazy. “You’re ridiculous.”

From her side eye, trying not to get caught, she could see the faint trail of hair leading down from his navel, a detail that made her stomach flutter. She swallowed again. Jessie had told her that the ones with pretty faces have a small size, but that bulge doesn't look small at all. Besides, the men she's been with are not pretty faces, does it mean those sizes are big? She paused her thoughts abruptly as she noticed something else. The bulge us growing bigger! Wait, is he hard? Her heart skipped and her throbbing clit got intense. Just then, Bruno reached for the hem of his soaked shirt and pulled it over his head, revealing his bare torso.

Walking towards the bathroom door, I knocked on the wood before asking, "Have you changed your mind?" "Give me a minute," she said after a short silence. "What's taking you so long?" "Uhm.... The jeans are kind of small." I narrowed my eyes in confusion. "Of course, they're small. You're pretty slim, Elaine." She opened the door and my jaw almost dropped at the jeans she squeezed into. Elaine was indeed small but I didn't acknowledge the thickness below her waist. The jean was unbuttoned and the zip was halfway through. It fit her legs properly but got tighter at her thighs going up.

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.

Instead his eyes crinkled and a deep laugh erupted from his throat. It was a nice surprise that he was amused. “I see. I do wear them. I find jeans are a little harsh on sensitive skin and they can pinch too. I enjoy wearing thick, soft cotton between jeans and my skin.” Jessie wondered how sensitive his skin was where ”the thick, soft cotton” covered Is he a boxers or briefs man? Maybe a Speedos guy? She hoped not. The later were her ex-19