Colossal Chest Novels & Stories

His chest doesn't have any milk! “Mommy’s chest always has the sweet milk,” Liora mutters, looking super confused. Why is her big dad completely dry? She keeps rubbing her little palms across his jacket, finding nothing but flat, hard muscle. “Mommy’s chest is super soft and squishy. Why are you so hard, Daddy?” Liora pouts, her little bottom lip sticking out. Kaelen’s entire face turns completely stiff with awkwardness. He lifts his chin up, gasping for some cool air.

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.

He smelled like soap and something cleaner and warmer underneath the soap and the whole picture of him — backlit by the soft light of the room behind him, half in shadow and half in lamplight — was something I was not in any way prepared to handle. My eyes went straight to his chest and stopped being mine. His chest was — I don't know the word for what his chest was. Defined and broad and entirely solid, with the kind of musculature that came not from a gym specifically but from a life that had required a body capable of work. There was nothing showy about it. It was just very obviously there, and very obviously the body of a man who knew exactly how to use it. A droplet of water moved down

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.

Deborah opened her own arms and embraced her friend happily. "It's so good to see you Chelse," Deborah returned as she pulled her friend close. She felt their boobs mushing against each other through their shirts, fighting for limited space. Pulling back, Deborah smiled down sheepishly but Chelsea beamed. Deborah spared a glance down at her friend's cleavage poking out the top of her plunging blouse's neckline. While Chelsea was a small woman, who took painstaking care to stay slim and fit, she had been blessed with an ample chest. Deborah knew that Chelsea was just a D cup, but on her small frame, her tits looked massive, and they jiggled just as much as Deborah's own.

Her hands went to her bloody chest and she cupped her two mountains in her small hands. "Hulk, I think my breasts grew bigger, or don't you think?" Her breasts could never fit in her palms before but now, they were overflowing. "I think becoming an alpha gave me a growth sprout or something. Even my arse got bigger," she looked over her shoulder wanting to look at her ass, forgetting that her lower half was buried underneath the water.

As long as she remember, she was interested in wearing high neck collar dresses and tops, because of that weird_two inches sized_mark she had on the middle of her chest about an inch below the base of her neck. It looked like a some kind of a symbol of an old language with circles, half-circles and some straight and curve lines which layered and cris-crossed one another and she did not let anyone outside the family see it because she knew it would make her situation worse. So when she saw what her wolf looks like with that freaking fur color and her stupid birthmark stamped on her chest she swore so badly that if grandma could understand what was coming out of her mouth, she definitely would

The wasteland didn't have the poetic beauty of the simulation’s ruins. There were no ivy-covered towers or tragic sunsets. There was only the smell of wet concrete, the skeletal remains of billboards for products that no longer existed, and the oppressive, heavy silence of a world that had been paused for twenty years. The armored transport skidded to a halt as the **Colossus** loomed over us. Up close, the Reaper machine was a nightmare of obsidian and moving gears, its many legs stabbing into the earth with the force of falling meteors.

And then my brain completely stopped working. My breath hitched in my throat, my hand freezing entirely against my zipper. My eyes went wide, stretching so wide they felt like they were going to pop right out of my skull. Jesus Christ! Julian stood there, relaxed, one hand resting casually against the marble wall above him, completely indifferent to the absolute monstrosity he had just unveiled. It was massive. A thick, heavy, terrifyingly large cock that looked less like human anatomy and more like a weapon designed to tear a woman apart. Even flaccid, it possessed a thick, vascular weight that seemed to defy the laws of nature, hanging heavy and brutal against his thighs. It was a genetic