Bubbling In Chest Novels & Stories

My chest tightens by the second despite how hard I’m trying, and it feels as though I can’t breathe. "I can’t– I…" "Jesus, Elizabeth." I let go of one of her hands to rub my chest. Why does this hurt so much? Why can’t I breathe? Why can I feel the air leaving my lungs? Is that my throat closing up? Why am I– am I about to pass out? Why should I–

My chest is rising up and down from my heavy breathing. I just felt something hard rubbing on my delicacy. I moaned, because of how delicious it felt. It felt hot, hard and thick. He is rubbing it on me. My eyes opened, and I had a hunch. "Fuck! Ahh!" I moaned when he rubbed it harder. I ascended from lying down. Propped two elbows to lift myself. I stiffened and got nervous when I saw what I am feeling on my center. He's fucking rubbing his dick on me. My eyes turned wide and my throat went dry. I'm shocked!

The passion and excitement of going with the flow and just enjoying one's self. Breathing in, Maryanne feels her heart lift, butterflies exploding in her chest. She releases a quivering breath and whispers, "This is not good."

Tiny threads reach into her palm, tingling the bases of her fingers. “Got it?” Kieran asked. “Yes,” she said quietly. “Now,” he said, “follow it down. Where does it sit when you’re not flaring? Chest? Gut? Throat?” She frowned, tracing the sensation inward. It wasn’t a single point. It's more like a web—centered loosely behind her sternum, radiating out along bone and nerve. “Chest,” she said. “Mostly. Like… a second pulse.” “Good,” he said. “Now breathe. In for four. Hold for four. Out for six. While you breathe, tell it three things: not now, not scared, not trapped.”

Everything seemed safe. My body didn't believe it. I lay still and looked up, waiting for the feeling to go away. No, it didn't. Instead, there was a strange pressure behind my ribs that was a warning without words. I put my hand on my chest and breathed slowly like the doctor had told me to. In through my nose. Out of my mouth. Again. Again. The pressure got better, but it didn't go away.

My breathing increases, my chest tightens. I stumble on my feet as memories flash before my eyes. I suck in my breath. Tears gathered in my eyes. It trails down after my blinking. My sight gets blurry and I hit the ground.

she whispered over and over until her breathing slowed. After several minutes, the tightness in her chest faded. She exhaled shakily. “Geez,” she muttered, pressing her palm against her heart. “I really need to control my emotions.” She had noticed this strange condition days ago. Whenever she got angry, scared, or startled, her chest would twist painfully—like something inside was trying to burst free but couldn’t. Yet, when she worked all day, scrubbing floors or doing chores, she felt fine. Only her emotions seemed to trigger it.

Frantically, I reached up and began vigorously rubbing my hands against my neck, desperate for relief. Gasping for air, my stomach clenched in agony. The pressure in my chest was unbearable, a searing pain that seemed to squeeze the life out of me. I pressed a trembling hand against my fiery chest, hoping to ease the torment, but to no avail. Nothing ever seemed to work, no matter how hard I tried.

CRYSTAL My whole body feels numb save for the side of my cheek that stings and rings in my veins, a subtle reminder of the product of his anger. Why do I have to go through this? It stings… it stings so bad and it hurts… my chest hurts and feels so heavy luke the weight of my anger rising from deep within is pressing hard against my heart. It's getting harder to breathe. The whole house is suffocating and I can barely breathe in and out without using my mouth.

I suck air in through my teeth like I’ve been punched. I’m on the floor. I’m on the floor and he’s not here It’s like my chest caves in. Like something collapses inward and keeps collapsing, deeper and deeper, pulling everything with it. I clutch at my shirt like I can physically hold my heart in place. I can’t breathe.