Everybody Loves Big Chests Novels & Stories

The entire crowd reacted at once with gasps, cheers, and clapping. The display behind the curtain lit up beautifully, revealing giant campaign photographs of women of different body types and backgrounds, all smiling confidently beneath the glowing LovePlus logo. Some of the women were curvy, some slim, some tall, some petite, different skin tones, different styles, different stories, but every single one of them looked powerful. My chest tightened painfully at the sight. All these were real. I stepped closer to the microphone again while the audience continued clapping. “LovePlus isn't just a lifestyle brand. It's a reminder that nobody deserves to feel invisible,” I said softly and the hal

I ask chuckling, "If this baby didn't get all the girls, then what would?" he says pulling his shirts up, showing his 6 pack, "Why are you so in love with those abs anyway? There are better," I say lying on the bed trying to make him angry, "Nope, those ones, I don't care about. Mine is special and magical," he says once again checking himself out, "How?" I raise my eyebrow, "Do you remember Ashely? She sank in it," he winks again,

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.

I’ve been waiting for this moment to come but right now that it’s here, I can’t believe it! “I may have done you wrong things but I love you. I am irrevocably in love with you. I don’t know what to do when I saw you slipping away from me. I can’t do it, love. I can’t not love you in this lifetime. Even though I forgot about you. Even though I can’t remember your name. Even though I can’t remember everything we had. This,” he pointed to his chest. “This heart of mine still wavers when you’re around. It longs for your existence in my life.”

Alexa said “Yes, and then this one. The last one I guess inside the bag is my chest. My inheritance from my mother and father and those people before them. This bag is magical, it can fit anything. That is why I have lots of guns, daggers and bombs here. My chest here is like hundreds. It is so many,” Daniel said “Can I have one?” Alexa said

' thought Charlotte . " Thank you, your highness ! " said the girls and slowly raised as their chest bounced . ' Others would kill to be naturally born with such big breasts . Although , I don't quite like it . It must be uncomfortable for them to sleep with those giant things on their chest . ' thought Charlotte with a pitiful expresison . The girls looked at Charlotte surprised and interested . They looked like humans staring at an alien .When Charlotte noticed it , she looked at them with a serious expresison .

Natasha had a small frown as she thought over the question. "Now that I think, I have never seen you wear pink." She said. "Exactly. I didn't like that dress. No offense to grandpa. On the other hand, I loved your dress. It was red and I love red. That's my favourite colour." She said with a smile. "About the camp gifts, do you know I have a mini fridge in my apartment which is filled with chocolate. I am obsessed with chocolate. That day, I wished so bad that I would get those chocolates but I didn't. I cried all day and at last dad bought me a lot of chocolate." Sarah said with a small chuckle, making Natasha look at her with widened eyes.

I stepped out of the car, my eyes widened in shock. What the hell!!! Is this real of fake? The mansion loomed before me, its grandeur and luxury taking my breath away. Perfectly manicured lawns, vibrant flowers, and towering trees surrounded her, creating a breathtaking scene. My gaze wandered, frozen in awe, as i took in the opulent surroundings. No wonder they are called " empire". This environment could accommodate a fifty persons, all belonging to one human. He dragged me again to his door step, suprisenly, it widely opened without a touch.

I hoped it wasn’t a joke gift, with box after box like those Russian nesting dolls. I carefully lifted the lid on the chest and gasped. There was the treasure. Sitting right on top of some other stuff was a long, thick, incredibly realistic-looking dildo. My jaw dropped as I tried to wrap my mind around the logistics of using it for anything beyond putting it on the mantelpiece and talking about it in hushed, reverent, tones. Hanging around the base was a little booklet on a string, and the front page of that said “Feel Familiar Inc. Create Your Own Replica For That Familiar Feeling.” My eyes went even wider when I read those words.

But on the contrary, it was far different from that. Every three months, Butler Lee would change my wardrobe of clothes, shoes and bags under the order of Nathan. This means I only wear my clothes for three months before it will be cleared out. And anytime there's a new collection of clothes, shoes and bags from designers, the magazine collection will be sent to me, and I'll pick what I want. I have everything every girl of my age ever dreamed of. I live in one of the most expensive penthouses in the USA; I have my own company, a closet full of clothes, expensive jewellery and gems and most importantly, I'm married to Nathan Pearce, the richest young man in his 30s in the whole world.