Lyta sat in her chair—she knew some of her staff called it a throne—trying to enjoy her Elevenses. A perfectly balanced meal of fats, protein, and carbs—formulated to maximize breast growth. The chair was custom-made, precisely contoured to her bottom, and with cushioned slings to rest a pair of breasts that each weighed more than the rest of Lyta’s body.

“Where is Evelyn?” She barked. Her question wasn’t directed at anyone in particular. Her cabin held a collection of kitchen staff ferrying full plates in and empty ones out—none of these women involved themselves in the comings and goings of Lyta’s second-in-command.

The double doors at the end of the cabin swung open to admit Evelyn as if Lyta’s demand had summoned her. Blonde where her boss was dark-haired, Evelyn trotted across the massive cabin on high heels, breasts bobbing despite her snug skirt suit. Beside anyone but Lyta, Evelyn’s bosom was enormous, two lobes nearly the size of her head testing the buttons of her pale blue blouse.

“Finally,” Lyta grumbled through a mouthful of food. “What do you have to report?”

“Apologies, Madam. Our latest investigation was a dead-end. O-cup at best.”

Lyta closed her eyes and counted to five, breathing deeply. “Leave us!”

The kitchen staff scurried out of the cabin. It was a sign of Lyta’s displeasure that she didn’t even take the time to appreciate the collection of D and E-cups wobbling as they ran.

“Seriously, Ev? O-cup again?”

Evelyn’s mouth twisted. “Apparently, her photos were all filtered and photoshopped.”

Lyta sighed. “We’ve been at this for almost five years.”

“I know,” Evelyn said, stepping closer to Lyta’s seat. “I think it might be time to face facts, Lee.”

“What facts are those?”

“Either yours really are the biggest in the world, or anyone bigger out there is completely off the grid.”

“Damnit…” Lyta pounded an arm of her chair with a fist. “Damnit!”

She stood slowly, giving the magnetic supports in her bra time to engage with the decking. “How is there no one out there even close? What’s the biggest we’ve found, R-cup?”

“S,” Evelyn said.

“If I had a partner, we could expand indefinitely. We could take over governments and actually get some shit done.”

It was a conversation they’d had many times. Lyta had started the search within a year of moving her operations to this ship. A massive private yacht, it floated continuously in international waters, only going into port every other month or so to resupply. But in nearly five years, Evelyn and the rest of Lyta’s senior staff hadn’t found a woman even close to her size. And she’d only grown larger as those years passed.

Evelyn gently caressed one of Lyta’s breasts. “Look on the bright side, Lee. Yours are the biggest in the world. If there were any bigger out there, we’d have found them by now.”

“Unless she’s off-grid,” Lyta grumbled.

“You know I like to hedge my estimates,” Evelyn said.

“You do hate giving me straight answers.”

Evelyn scowled. “I won’t say I’m sure unless I’m sure. But seriously, Lee, do you really think a woman living off-grid has the resources to grow to your size? When the biggest we can find even in America is only an S-cup?”

“I guess you’re right,” Lyta said, huffing out a long exhale. “Alright. Starting next week, let’s adjust our PR to that angle. I can think of a few ‘relationships’ where knowing they’re negotiating with the bustiest woman on earth will give us some leverage.”

The door opened again as another woman burst in, gulping air. “Madam, Miss Evelyn, there’s a ship next to us!”

“Another ship?” Evelyn asked. “Who is it, the Royal Navy?”

“I don’t think so, Ma’am. It’s a design we’ve never seen.” Turning to Lyta, she said, “They’re asking to speak with you.”

***

Lyta stood on the deck of her yacht as the strange ship drew closer. It looked like no boat she’d ever seen: sleek and shiny as if the entire vessel were made of stainless steel. Some of the crew insisted that it wasn’t even resting in the water but hovering just above the surface, a notion Lyta dismissed as soon as she heard it.

Then, a hatch opened in the other ship’s side, and a platform floated across the empty space toward Lyta’s yacht. It held two women in silver bodysuits with some kind of cargo between them. The cargo moved, and Lyta realized it wasn’t cargo at all but a person.

Lyta barely stopped herself from gasping. It was a woman, and she was enormous. Lyta hadn’t seen a woman with boobs as big as hers since she was twenty, but this woman was at least her size, if not larger. As the woman stepped off her platform and onto the deck, Lyta saw she was beautiful. The most beautiful woman she’d ever seen. Inhumanly beautiful. Full, lustrous blonde locks framed a face that could upend the fashion industry in a week. She wore a bodysuit like the others but in deep, light-absorbing black.

The closer the woman got to Lyta, the more apparent the difference in their size was. She wasn’t just bigger than Lyta; she was substantially bigger. At least half again Lyta’s size. Her breasts floated in the air, and Lyta wondered what technology she was using. Her company had patented the magnet system she used, and, to her knowledge, no one else had ever used it in a bra.

“You must be Lyta,” the woman said.

Her voice was clear and confident, and her simple greeting made Lyta feel small. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt intimidated, and she pushed the feeling down.

“I am Queen Karsyne of the Mammarian Empire. My ship has been orbiting your planet for nearly two cycles. Ordinarily, we would not reveal ourselves to such a primitive people, but you have earned my attention.”

Lyta’s back stiffened. Who did this cow think she was, coming on her ship and insulting her this way?

The Queen seemed to read Lyta’s reaction. “I mean no offense, Lady Lyta. Indeed, you should be honored. I did not expect to find one of your abundance among mere humans.”

“Mere human‽” Lyta sputtered. “Where do you get off? You’re not that much bigger than me!”

Karsyne’s laugh was condescending and harsh. “Do not mistake me, child. I have come before you carrying a mere fraction of myself.”

Gesturing with her hands, the Queen’s breasts trembled, then started to swell. Inch after inch, the strange material of her black jumpsuit stretched as she grew even larger. Her breasts became twice the size of Lyta’s and kept going.

Cold fear washed over Lyta. She wasn’t just intimidated; she was humbled, crushed, and outclassed by this otherworldly stranger. She hung her head, some primal instinct demanding that she bow before her superior.

Karsyne snapped her fingers, and her breasts stopped growing, gradually returning to their previous massive size. “Now that’s settled, I’d like you to join me on my ship. We have much to discuss.”