His chest grew tight as he pondered the idea of going to warp and emerging in a random corner of the universe.
A lump formed in his throat, and his chest grew tight.
His chest was growing tighter by the instant.
The wooden chest with the rampant black eagle painted on its lid had grown heavier with each day's journey.
Richard's chest grew with a deep breath.
He straightened, and his chest grew with a deep breath.
Beneath it his chest grew blue spots like an ancient film burning through.
Whenever I looked at the scene my chest grew tight as if something were pressing on it.
My chest grew tighter, waiting for him.
As he found the language to describe what the dog had meant to him, his chest grew tight with emotion.