Skinny Jeans Bulge Novels & Stories

The bulge was impossible to miss, stretching the dark denim of his jeans. Wetness flooded my underwear, and a small gasp escaped my lips before I could stop it. Oh God… even through the jeans, I could tell how big he was. My body trembled hard. I wanted to touch him. To take him into my mouth, just like I had heard other girls talk about. How much trouble would I be in if I did? Keeping my face carefully blank, I looked up at him. Just as I expected, his gray blue eyes were burning with anger. He stared at me for five full seconds, like he wanted to say something. No words came.

I say about the leather pencil skirt. She adds them to her pile, minus the yellow skirt. We move on to jeans. She grabs me a pair of skinny jeans in a dark wash, light wash, and in black. She even grabs me a pair of black leather pants. “Get a size bigger in the leather. They aren't very accommodating to hips like mine.”

I said, turning around to show him the leopard print men's skinny jeans in my hand. His eyebrows raised. "Not my size, sorry babes," he replied. "I don't care," I said. "And I think them being a little too small will only make your ass hotter." "You think my arse is hot?" he asked a glint in his eye. "Maybe..." I said. "I'll know for sure when I've seen you in these... or is your ego too fragile?" "Fine," he said, taking the jeans in one hand and my hand in the other. "I hope you're ready for this."

The pants she paired with the shirt had a stretchy band for her growing stomach and fit tight everywhere else. I was wearing a pair of jeans that were a little snug over my groin, if you catch my drift. I was wearing a tank top tucked into my jeans and a sports bra. I had a light hoodie on, but had to bunch it in my lap to hide my erection. I was finding it hard to sit with the tight restrain on my erection and stood up with my hoodie tied around my waist, covering my front. Kelly looks at me confused and I show her my problem before Joyce walked in with the results.

"I can't be seen in public with men in bad jeans. It would ruin my reputation." "Your what?" Tiernan frowned deeper. "Are you jesting?" "Just turn around, Tiernan," I huffed. "Oh, for the love of the Goddess." Tiernan groaned and turned; holding his arms out to the sides in exasperation. The jeans hugged the muscled curves of the most glorious pair of buttocks I've ever seen. Full enough to grab but so solid that I doubted it would be an easy task. "Yep." I swallowed past the dryness in my throat. "Those are definitely the right jeans. Definitely."

A spark of something I hadn’t felt in a long time flickered inside me—something close to normalcy and greed. I wanted everything for myself, but I stopped, reminding myself that if I ever needed to leave, it’d be a hassle taking all the clothes with me, and a waste to leave them in the pack. I shook my head and continued scanning until I reached the denim section. A dark wash pair caught my eye—high-waisted, with just the right amount of stretch. I grabbed the waistband and tugged, but the jeans didn’t budge. Frowning, I yanked harder.

My ribs were still messed up but it was much easier to breathe. My foot was no longer as swollen but it was still extremely tender. I searched through my room until I found my only pair of skinny jeans. Just as I was about to put them on, I realized how difficult it would be to get it over my foot and ended up tossing them in the corner. I pulled on my black sweatpants and a red tank top that stopped fitting more than a year ago. It made my cleavage ten times more noticeable but nobody would notice it under my hoodie.

After an impatient yank, it finally surrendered, and a pair of faded, torn jeans exploded forth, nearly smacking me in the face. Choosing the absurdly tiny bathroom to change in just in case Adam came back, I pulled on the shirt, feeling the snugness across my shoulders—a reminder that I was broader than Adam. The jeans settled onto my hips, just loose enough to provide comfort while still clinging to my frame. However, their length was a problem; they hung considerably lower than they should have, pooling around my ankles like a gentle reminder of their former owner. Yet, I didn't mind the way they dragged.

The neckline was high, too, almost up to my chin, shielding me from prying eyes. The jeans were equally comfortable, made of stretchy denim that hugged my curves without feeling tight or restrictive. They were a faded blue, with a slight flare at the bottom, giving me a casual yet stylish look. I slipped them on,pulledg them up over my hips, and fastened the button with a sigh of relief.

I slap his arm and slip out of the offending piece of material. I go in the closet and pick out a pair of jeans and a top that I hope will somewhat hide the baby bump. The jeans are a no go. The two sides meet in the middle, but don't reach enough for me to button them. Problem is. I can't even use my magic to fix the situation because it's on the fritz. Double damn!