300 Centimeters

A woman approached a hypostyle palace made of gleaming white stone. Dark skinned, above average height, with breasts the size of her head, she was accompanied by a party of five soldiers. As the group approached the palace, the Emissary could hear the faint sounds of a woman in ecstatic pleasure emanate from the pillared building.

“Tell your Queen the Emissary from Persia is here.”

After making them wait nearly half an hour, Queen Gorgeo emerged. The Emissary struggled to keep the shock off of her face. The Queen of Sparta was massive. She must eat constantly to grow breasts so large. Glancing around again at the men and women of Sparta – chiseled abs on the men and flat chests on the women – the Emissary now felt she comprehended Sparta in a way no reports could convey.

“Emissary?” Queen Gorgeo was supported by two of her Men, each hefting the burden of one silk-clad breast on his back.

“I have come to collect tribute. Bread and Mead for Amestris, Great Queen of Persia. Submit, and you will not be destroyed.”

“Submit…” the Queen paced, her Bearers anticipating her movements.

Silence stretched out.

“I’m sorry, Emissary. All bread and mead in Sparta belongs to the Spartans.”

Patting her enormous breasts she added,

“And their Queen.”

Spartan warriors drew swords, edging the party toward the circular pit in the courtyard center.

“You would threaten messengers?” The Emissary gasped.

Queen Gorgeo stepped forward, royal bosom extending over three feet and forcing the Emissary to the ledge.

In panic and fury, the Emissary whispered,

“This is blasphemy, this is madness!”

Smiling over the curve of her cleavage, Queen Gorgeo replied

“Oh honey, this is Sparta.”

The Queen inhaled deeply, gigantic breasts collided with merely huge breasts, and the Emissary lost her balance.