Colossal Chest Novels & Stories

It was a chest. A very hard chest. I slowly looked up and my soul almost left my body. The man in front of me was huge. He was so tall that I had to tilt my head all the way back to see his face. His shoulders were wide and his body looked like it was made of stone. His face was serious and cold and he looked like someone who had not laughed in his entire life. My legs gave up instantly and I dropped to the floor.

“In this room, you call me Sir… or whatever else I tell you to call me tonight.” He took another step closer, towering over me at his full six-foot-five height. His broad shoulders blocked the soft lighting, making the luxurious suite feel smaller, hotter, more dangerous. The subtle scent of his cologne—woody and expensive—mixed with the raw, masculine warmth of his skin, wrapping around me until my head spun. I could see the powerful line of his throat, the way his crisp white shirt stretched across his massive chest, the faint shadow of dark hair at the open collar.

she giggled. “Why stop now? I’m having the time of my life,” Maxwell declared. “He’s got the muscle tone of a marshmallow.” “His biceps ghosted him years ago.” “And did you not notice his chest? I’ve seen pancakes with more depth.” “Haha! Stop!” She was snorting at every laugh. “You are exaggerating. He’s okay.” “I’m dead serious!” he muttered. “You call that a chest?” He grabbed Dawn’s free hand and placed it on his own chest. “Now this is a chest.”

My faithful, heavier Wrench was stuck in my hand, but against what was in there dying sunlight lurked, he seemed like a toothpick. A wet, slipping noise echoed through the hall, followed by a hollow, gurgling breaths. I risked a look over the edge of the steel bench. The stomach turned around me. It was not an animal. And it wasn't a controlled Apex like Kael. It was what the Consortium with failed experiments. A fleshy, deformed Coloss, almost as wide as a van. His skin was ashamed, in places through

Colossal tentacles, thick as skyscrapers, pierced the storm clouds, each lined with abyssal suckers that continuously vented high-pressure, radioactive steam. "Dear God..." Jack whispered in the cargo bay, staring at the sonar readings. The control yokes of his heavy mech were slipping in his sweaty grip. "Its mass... it's bigger than the island of Manhattan! That’s not a biological organism, Boss. That is a moving continent!" [ WARNING: ULTRA-HIGH FREQUENCY PSYCHIC PULSE DETECTED. ] The Titan didn't unleash a physical roar. It simply stretched its colossal form across the boiling sea, and a visible, violet psychic shockwave swept outward in all directions.

I couldn't bear to look at the physical proof of why nobody would ever want me. Opening my eyes, I forced myself to look down at my body. The oversized gown hung off my frame like a sheet thrown over a skeleton. My collarbones poked out sharply, the skin beneath them deeply sunken. I was a fraction of a size zero. I didn't have the beautiful, lush curves of the pack she-wolves. My chest was entirely flat. Alpha Titan and his warriors had reminded me of that every single night they pinned me down and raped me to their satisfaction. They made sure I knew how unappealing my bony hips and prominent ribcage were while they used me.

I pushed my chest out, offering myself, and watched as he came with a roar that shook the chamber walls. Hot ropes of cum painted my breasts, coating my nipples and dripping down my stomach. There was so much of it, thick and white against my flushed skin, marking me as thoroughly as any bite.

As I begin to examine them, I hear the door creak shut behind me. When I turn back, I find Alpha Aleksandr unbuttoning his shirt, the veins on his muscular hands flexing as he undoes the last button. His eyes lock onto mine as he slips the shirt off, revealing his chiseled torso. His broad shoulders and chest, defined abs, powerful upper arms, and slightly hairy forearms create a striking image, with the prominent V-line catching my eye, as it always does. My throat feels dry as Alpha Aleksandr continues to undress.

My chest ached from breathing in too much heat and dust. It turned to face me—a towering monster covered in thick, obsidian scales that shimmered like armor under the sun. Three red eyes burned with fury, and its breath came out in steaming huffs that smelled like blood and ash. Every muscle in its body flexed with raw, violent power. I fired.

He hadn’t looked up from his book—a hardcover about deep-sea creatures that he’d been reading for three days, the spine already cracked from the number of times he’d pressed it flat to study the illustrations. “Did you know,” Lucas said, “that the colossal squid has the largest eyes of any living creature? Each one is the size of a dinner plate.” “Nobody asked, Lucas,” Chloe said. “Nobody needs to ask. Knowledge is free.” We all giggled. I scraped the burned eggs into the trash and started new ones. Harrison leaned against the counter beside me, close enough that his hip touched mine. “I’ll do toast,” he offered. “You’ll sit down and supervise.”