The biggest bulge

Conner’s got a kink that, I’ll admit, caught me a little off guard at first. Not because there’s anything wrong with it—just because I hadn’t really explored it like this before. He’s got a serious bulge fetish. And I don’t just mean showing off what he’s naturally packing—which, by the way, is already thick and chubbed more often than not. No, he wants it huge. Unnaturally big. Impossible to ignore. The kind of bulge that makes people do a double take and wonder how the hell he’s even walking straight. So I made him stuff that jock until it looked like he had a third leg swinging between his thighs. Then I sent him out. No jacket, no shame—just tight pants and a ridiculous, mouthwatering bulge that was made to be stared at. And trust me, people stared. He loved every second of it—being eye-fucked by strangers, knowing they were fantasizing, obsessing, aching to see what he was hiding. And I was watching the whole thing unfold, proud of my good little show-off putting that cocky kink on full display.