Skinny Jeans Bulge Novels & Stories

Not because he didn’t look good, but because the pair of jeans was a bit too short for him. My eyes started to dart upward. He actually looked good wearing jeans, I thought to myself. That was until I saw his bulge. My eyes widened at the sight, and I blushed. I didn’t know wearing jeans could show a man’s bulge. Shouldn’t jeans flatten it out? Oh my God, he's big, I thought to myself, blushing at my own thought.

I quickly took a shower and dressed up in a yellow stripped white tank top and a faded blue pegged jeans. For the past months, I've been having trouble getting into my skinny jeans. I always manage to pull them up my thighs and then they stop right below my butt area. The wider ones fits after I've done a series of jumping for them to go over my butt but I can't do that anymore. The size of my butt has been increasing rapidly for the past months and I've developed a likeness for my other jeans like the mom jeans, boyfriend jeans and pegged jeans. They're easier for me to wear even though they still pretty much accentuated my butt size and hips curves. Not that I didn't enjoy the feeling thou

I tug them up over my thighs, humming a little under my breath, but when I get to the button, I stop. I pull. I suck in my breath as I strain against the denim. The button doesn't even reach the hole. Not even close. "Are you kidding me?" I hiss. I try again, more aggressively this time, the metal digging into the skin of my new bump. It hurts. I end up pulling on a flowy, tiered black skirt with an elastic waistband and a cropped sweater that’s loose enough to hide the fact that I feel bloated. Elizabeth is in the kitchen, sitting at the island with a cup of herbal tea when I enter. She looks up at me.

He blushed before looking at his sister. He'd told no one why he wore the clothes he wore. It was beyond embarrassing. Even his mom didn't know; the only one that did was his dad. "I can't wear jeans or leather pants, they hurt me. I need more room than they give me." She frowned. "Please, you're not fat how can you need more room?" He blushed. "Not in the hips or stomach, Fiona. In the crotch. I need more room in the zipper area."

When I breathe, the lace moves with me, not against me. The jean skirt sits high on my waist, right at that narrow point where my body naturally curves in. The wide belt anchors it there, the oversized buckle drawing the eye to my way instead of my hips. My thighs fill the skirt completely—no gaps, no pretending otherwise. It’s short, yeah, but it doesn’t look wrong. It fits my thick thighs and makes them look really good.

Instead, it bulged the fly like a frigging camping tent. I pulled the jeans down again, cursing Big Ellie under my breath. I could bet my cock the other possible position would fit like a damned glove, and it would be completely invisible with my clothes on. It was as simple as turning the pad around. Bad thing I couldn’t do it just like that: I had to take the ring off and thread my junk again on the opposite direction. Shit! That way, the double ring still pushed my junk upfront, and the ribbed pad ended up covering the stretch between my nuts and my ass.

I undid the button of my jeans, and the zipper, and felt myself let loose, and get harder. I bit my lip, going down to touch myself, but it didn't work. Thinking I could maybe rub one out, take a could shower afterwards, but no. It hurt. It hurt to touch myself for more than a few seconds. I was stone. My bulge, bigger than I expecting, throbbing, pinching, piercing against just my boxers now. So strong, so hard, so painfully, I wanted to yelp, and drop to the floor.

Sometimes I wish that I were able to gain weight, so I could develop some curves. I had a little bit of an hourglass shape, but not much. Returning to my closet, I removed a pair of black jeans with rips on the legs. There was also lace underlining the jeans, matching the color of the shirt. Quickly taking off my shorts, I left my panties on but pulled on my new pants.

She was wearing the tightest black jeans known to man – goddamn, those things looked sprayed on. Her legs were curved and toned and went on forever, and the waist on the jeans was low, so he saw her perfect little belly button peeking out. He wanted to kiss it, work his way down, dip his tongue into her pussy until she moaned and begged. But maybe he’d have to start the kissing and teasing with her breasts, because in that cropped top? They were totally on display, and they were surprisingly full and tempting.

When she zipped them up and buttoned the top, she turned to the mirror to see the effect. Absolute perfection! These jeans were so tight that if she had a dime in her pocket, you could read the date. She took the tails of the silk top and tied them in a bow, showing off her six-pack rippled belly. She looked at herself again and though there is something missing. Then she had it, she went to her jewelry box and selected her most expensive piece out of the top drawer. It was a platinum belly ring with a two carat blue star sapphire pendant. She slipped it into an almost closed hole and then walked over to the mirror again. YES! The silk top, the star sapphire belly ring, and the super skintig