Colossal Chest Novels & Stories

In the middle of the room, encased in a massive pillar of clear ice, was a figure. It was humanoid, but it wasn't human. And it wasn't a wolf. It was a hybrid. It stood twelve feet tall. Its skin was the color of charcoal, thick and plated like armor. It had a mane of silver fur that flowed down its back. Its hands were enormous claws. Its face was a nightmare of wolf and man, frozen in a snarl of eternal rage. But it was the chest that drew the eye. The chest was open. The ribs were spread.

I see nothing squirming around in them, so at least he has one plus. I missed the faint jagged scar trailing down his right cheekbone in my first perusal. He's hard, immoveable, and again the word deadly flitters through my overtaxed brain. I've never seen a human with a chest his size or muscles that bulge with every breath he takes. The leather harness runs across his pectoral muscles just below his nipples. Maybe he thinks they make him appear more badass. They're unneeded. If King has a middle name, it's Badass.

He trailed kisses down her chest, and she found herself pushing her chest out, trying to get his lips on her body. Caleb wouldn’t be pushed. He was the one in complete control. He flicked the tip of her nipple, circling the hard bud before gliding across her chest to do the same to the other nipple. “I love your tits. You’ve got the biggest pair in the Valley, and I love watching you walk.” “Why?” “They bounce, babe. No matter how tight you made your bra, you couldn’t keep these beauties contained, even if you wanted to. They’re big, and full, and begging for my mouth on them.”

With a violent, guttural grunt, he ripped the heart completely free from the chest. He stood up and turned around to face me. The elk's heart was massive. It was roughly the size of a melon, dark, slick, and completely covered in thick gore. Steam rolled off the organ in the freezing air, carrying a heavy, suffocating stench of copper, raw muscle, and wild animal musk.