Mother of Dragons

Daenerys strode through the streets of King's Landing, her massive breasts heaving with every step. They had been expanded once more, now containing 15,000cc of saline which stretched her skin taut. Though the process was always uncomfortable at first, swelling her flesh and straining her body, the end result brought her immense satisfaction.    

Her journey to achieve such monumental breasts began years ago. Growing up as an exiled princess, Daenerys lived a deprived life. She turned to visions of grandeur to ease her suffering, imagining herself a queen with beauty so unrivaled it would bring foreign kings to their knees.    

When a maegi spellcaster offered to transform Daenerys into the vision of feminine magnificence in her mind, she did not hesitate. The first expansion brought her breasts to 700cc, filling out her gown and giving her confidence. The pleasure her new curves brought won over reluctant bannermen to her cause.     

More expansions followed in the weeks after as the maegi adjusted the spells. Each time, the swelling, stretching and soreness would start afresh. But the sensation of her new size filling out her clothing brought Daenerys joy, a reminder of her growing power. Her expanded breasts became a symbol of her authority, silencing doubters and putting fear into the hearts of her enemies.

For her march into King's Landing, Daenerys insisted on the largest expansion yet. Over several hours, the maegi cast an ever more complex spell, focusing the magic into Daenerys' ever stretching flesh. The pain and discomfort grew with every 100cc added, forcing Daenerys to fight to remain still as her breasts swelled larger and heavier. Finally, with tears in her  eyes and skin at its limit, the maegi pronounced the spell complete at 15,000cc.  

As Daenerys strode through the streets, her swollen breasts heaving with every step, citizens fell to their knees at the magnificent sight. The Red Keep loomed closer, where Cersei would meet her at last.   

Cersei's smug smile fell away as Daenerys entered the throne room. The queen's eyes widened at the size of Daenerys' enhanced bosom, struggling to comprehend how her gown hadn't ripped under such immense breasts. Daenerys smiled serenely at Cersei's shock, enjoying the sight of the panic creeping into her enemy's eyes.     

When Cersei finally spoke, it was with a quaver in her voice. "Your grace, I...I wasn't expecting quite so...generous a bosom."      

"What did you expect?" Daenerys asked mildly. "My body is a direct representation of my power and authority. Of that, there can be no question." She gestured to her breasts. "They are larger than life, as befits a queen."

Cersei's eyes dropped, unable to meet Daenerys' gaze any longer. Her shoulders sagged in defeat. "You have won," she said. "The throne is yours." She knelt before Daenerys, bowing her head in supplication. 

Daenerys smiled triumphantly, satisfied to see her enemy brought low. She ran her hands over her breasts, aching yet magnificent, the instruments of her victory. They had been worth every moment of discomfort and pain, every stretch of her skin.   

Later, as Daenerys sat on the Iron Throne, her breasts, symbols of her queenship, heaving proudly before her subjects, she thought back to the visions of her girlhood. They had not done justice to this feeling - the power and confidence that came with being the most beautiful woman in the world. Her beauty, forged through magic and silicone, had brought her the seven kingdoms. Now, nothing would stop her reign.