Everyone Loves Large Chests Novels & Stories

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.

“Yeah, I suppose.” Inside the chest there was a glass globe. A magic crystal ball? An oversized marble? It didn’t come with instructions so it was hard to tell. Cheng went around the room opening chests and everyone dived in after him to see what they’d won. Christmas come early. Or late. Or not at all. I wondered if people gave each other presents to celebrate the Day of Weld, before they got eaten. “I found something,” said Maurice. He was bent over a particularly small chest. He pulled out a crucifix.

- I warn him. He smiles mischievously, blowing me a kiss. I shake my head and look for the corner where the murmur is coming from. A dozen small golden chests rest on a table. Among them there is one that simply stands out. It’s carved in wood and is the smallest of them all. The closer I get, the more the murmurs intensifies. I frown. It is as if dozens of voices whispered at the same time with words I can’t decipher.

I mumbled as I eyed the content of the chest, faking my interest. “This chest here contains the paintings from famous artists throughout the land. It would be an honor for any artist to have their painting hung in Lady White Lotus’s palace,” the eunuch continued. After a long while, we somehow went through the contents of all the chests. Basically, there were precious gifts that women would normally appreciate in all the chests that Ren had prepared. The only problem with all of this was that I had no desire for all these luxurious things. Is this Ren’s idea of an apology for what happened last night?

"Excuse me?" "You keep staring at my breasts." I adjusted the neckline of my dress, which only seemed to draw his attention back to them. "What is it with men and tits anyway? They're just fat deposits with nipples. Nothing special." "Is that what you think?" "Well, aren't they? I mean, half the population has them. They're literally everywhere. Billboards, movies, I*******m." I waved my hand dismissively. "Yet men act like they've discovered buried treasure every time they see a pair."

Mary interrupted saying, "But guys are always staring at the girls with big titties and lots of cleavage. The big busted girls are always complaining that guys don't look them in the eyes but look at their chests." "Mary, not all guys are like that. Most of us would rather play with a titty in each hand and not the big sized ones that take both hands to hold just one. The big busted girls, as you put it, exaggerate the facts about guys looking at their chests so they can make girls with small manageable titties feel bad. I really love your titties and anytime you want them massaged, just let me know." I said with a broad smile on my face.

"What's this?" "Oh, that's..." Dad's voice trailed off for a moment. Then, he spoke in a painfully strained voice. "It was prepared for Adrian. His grandfather had someone make it out of mahogany. He said... He said just in case..." "Our child can't possibly be inside there, Officer Till," Mom said through tears. "The chest is extremely heavy. I can't even lift the lid by myself, let alone a child." But when one was playing hide-and-seek, they only needed to hide. One didn't need to close the lid.

Barbun called out, seeing Rex and Minet a little shaken up, glaring at Minet while saying his warning. “Luckily for me, I will not have any need to be in there after tonight then” Minet replied softly, smiling weakly. Coming to stand next to Barbun, Rex saw there was a line-up of large chests all with lids open, ready for inspection, full to the top with gold coins, “How are you going to transport that many chests?” he asked, counting more than would fit in a wagon.

Havermouth, Present Time Raiding the MegaStore was a brief period of light-hearted fun that they all needed Aislen thought as they raced each other through the aisles of the store with their oversized shopping trolleys, tossing in anything that caught their eyes, from sleeping bags and memory-foam pillows, to oversized bags of snack-sized chocolate and slabs of soft drink. “Heath’s going to hate these,” Cameron said as he picked through the denim, tossing jeans into his trolley. “But there isn’t exactly a large range. Huge quantity in every size and color, but it’s all the same basic design.”

Michelle Xia had prepared a special birthday gift for Lizzy Xia, the mystery blind box she had recently become enamored with. Inside one of these blind boxes was a chubby blue figurine known as the “Forest King,” which Lizzy was particularly fond of. However, Lizzy seemed to have a streak of bad luck. She had never once received the toy she wanted, and every time she opened a blind box, her face would fall in disappointment. Yet, every time she saw another blind box, her eyes would light up with excitement, her feet would freeze, and she'd gaze longingly at it, forever filled with hope.