Skinny Jeans Bulge Novels & Stories

They argue differently than Mama did with Christos, but it reminds me all the same. My stomach kills. Not like I’m going to throw up—thankfully—but between the food baby resulting from dinner and baby, these pants really don’t fit. Sneakily, I unfasten the button and drape my shirt over it. I’m not really showing enough for people to notice, but my jeans definitely have.

I don’t want to get too comfortable with that thought though. *We need to find that stream,* Laney whines, making our nose wiggle again. “Ah-choo,” I sneeze. “I’d offer you a hanky but… no pockets,” Harley jests. I look up to see him tapping his belly. And of course, there’s absolutely no movement. No pudgy spots on his body whatsoever. It just isn’t fair. No matter how many crunches I do, any kind of repetitive exercise, I still have a little jiggle in my belly. My boobs are still too big and hang lower than I’d like.

But I couldn't get the zipper to zip up. "Ugh." She groaned. Oh, no. I don't want her to start crying now. There was a time where we were going on a casual date and she insisted on wearing a jeans, she eventually could not pull up the zipper which led her to burst into tears. It took a while hour for me to convince her that it didn't matter if her jeans isn't her size anymore. "It's fine. It's okay. Since you're wearing my top and it is bigger than you, that should cover the zipper."

She was awesome, and I stopped questioning her after the first day at camp. Today’s choice was a pair of black skinny jeans that formed my figure. I was still thinner than I used to be and lost a lot of the muscle that I once had, but the pants really put a great emphasis on my ass. I could work with that. There was a silver halter top underneath a black leather jacket which emphasized my chest very well. I loved the outfit. It was edgy and very sleek.

We shuffled through the displayed jeans, making critics while hoping to find the perfect one that suited my taste. “ What about this?." Jasmine asked and showed me blue skinny jeans. This was just what I needed but something was going to be a huge hindrance. “I don't think I am going to fit into it. It's way too tight at the shin.” I said,my face pulled up to a frown. “ Can you imagine Charlotte pulled another tantrum yesterday when we all sat for dinner?.” I suddenly said,my voice laced with eagerness. Jasmine's jaw dropped.

Inside her room, Vivienne stood in front of a full-length mirror. Her hands moved skillfully as she brushed her bangs, which were cut evenly above her eyebrows, giving her face a round, adorable, and chubby appearance. She chose a different style tonight. Instead of the loose dresses she usually wore to hide the silhouette of her body, Vivienne instead wore a pair of tight white flare jeans that wrapped around her thick thighs and clearly outlined the curve of her hips. For the top, a black spandex T-shirt clung tightly to her body, exposing the folds of fat around her stomach and waist without restraint, while at the same time emphasizing the fullness of her chest. Her long black hair was l

Silvia said, swallowing a sigh, and headed upstairs for a cold shower. Back to her room, trembling, snoozing, rubbing her arms to try to get a little warm, she grabbed the black jeans she’d bought for the occasion. She’d been careful to wear them for a whole afternoon beforehand, to make sure they weren’t too tight and allowed her to breathe. She’d washed them with cold water the day before and let them to dry in the open, not in the drying machine. No use. The damned thing had shrunk three or four sizes in the process. She rummaged through her rucksack like she didn’t know what she’d packed. They were there for a few days, so she hadn’t brought much. The options were the jeans she’d just ta

I looked down and groaned. These jeans were comfortable, but they were a terrible choice for me to wear to school. They were a little snug, and they weren't the thickest denim fabric. It was some sort of stretchy fabric that looked like traditional denim. Even though I was not hard, my dick was clearly outlined down the inside of my left thigh. I was in for a long day. "Dang it!" I said it to myself, but it came out of my mouth.

Maybe even eager? I knelt behind her and reached around her small waist, undoing the button on her jeans and unzipping them, then slowly pulled them down over her butt as I watched from just inches away. Nicole was a petite girl and I could just see the lines of her ribs on her sides, and the arc of her back made a beautiful line as it fell down past her waistline and had two small dimples right above her ass cheeks. As I pulled the jeans down, her panties came with them, and I was faced with her cute, pert ass. It was small, nowhere near like Sarahs or Tiffs, or even Mirandas. I could easily palm each cheek, but it also wasn't so small that it was bony or flat.

Like I always say, he could have been a very attractive man if he wasn't such a jerk and so annoying. With his long arms and muscular biceps, his broad chest, washboard abs, and strong, seemingly sturdy physique, he could certainly protect his girl from bad guys trying to harm her. Then, all of a sudden, I was tempted to stare at his V-cut muscular lower abdomen and the significant bulge between his legs. I gasped when I saw that part of his maleness, still covered by his jeans. Goodness! He had such a significant bulge even when he wasn't aroused; what more if...