Lore / Realms of Bosom - Brestocracy

“The weight of the breasts you carry on own shoulders represents the weight of the duties and responsibilities which are waiting you in life.”

It was the Fate, given by Her, for some of Her children to venture south and live between Her Mountains. It was the Fate, given by Her, for them to found a Great Nation in Milkland. It was the Fate, given by Her, that this Nation should be the Sentinel of Her Bust and Heart. And it was the given Fate for the children of Bosom to become the utmost perfect and gorgeous of all.

Bosomians believe that one’s life, position and stance in society are predefined by Meora – we are born as we are needed, and only our actions will determine whether we will be able to fulfill the life-long missions defined for us, and as a reward, our Souls will be remembered by Her. She decides our talents, our character, our beauty; she bestow the Gift on those who She needs to wield it In Her Light – all in order to protect this world from the Alleater and its Eternal corruption.

There are signs that influence your place in the Brestocratic society, but above them all is your bust – the Soft – the most illustrious creation She has bestowed upon Her children. Not a mere lump of fat, but the manifestation of your value throughout life and the prime source of White Gold.

You cannot hide the truth of your nature, because others can see it. Size, shape, symmetry: it is a mirror, a direct reflection of the dignity of its owner. The more perfect and bigger your Soft is, that grater your value to the Allmother, but as equally huge are Her expectations of you, and no less big are your obligations to the prosperity of the Realms. Which is perfectly displayed by those Ladies of the upper classes: as they mature, gain experience and grow their knowledge, so do their busts equally grow, and as they olden, become physically weak and mentally saggy, their busts sag as well.

Whether you wanted it or not, you are to represent and bring glory to your house, your family, your fellowship, your nation; therefore it is a capital crime and a familial disgrace to counterfeit the Soft, punishable by death through breast smothering – to wear off at least some dishonor from one’s permanently tarnished name, because you lied not to your sistren, but to the Allmother and Her Light.

Some say that the genes for less than impressive bust sizes are absent from High-born families due to centuries of advantageous arranged marriages, but this is just a jealous blather, the truth is that the exceptional people are born into exceptional families to be successful and productive in live, for this is the Fate they deserve, and therefore exceptional people are to be only wed with other exceptional people, to create the environment perfect for their future exceptional children. They deserve all that is the best: be it expensive gowns and finery that highlight the beauty of their breasts, or opulent mansions where they can leisure and ease the burden of responsibilities that weigh on their shoulders, or the most exquisite dishes from all over the world that the body convert into milk. If you do not have a fine size to display, then you have no right to argue nor have a right to anything treasures, for all that you will achieve in your life is just as small in value anyway, because this is your Fate, decided by our Allmother.

The Brestocrats are fully aware of the differences between tribes – a truth, a fact, that some tribes are superior to others, and deserve honors equal in size. Thus, individuals of the petite tribes, whom Meora blessed with phenomenal busts (for such a tribe), receive due proper respect and status, regarded as the most perfect of their kin, such as the Herpi-Clan of Vermilion Jagers, who are called “the Queens of all Yamervas” (a statement best left unsaid to Yamervas outside the Realms); yet, there is still noticeable difference in the admiration towards such individuals compared to sistren from tribes that are born with ample volumes at minimal.

As a result of occasional shaming and oppression of the flatborn classes for the lack of impressive Soft, and therefore lack of valuable life, citizens of the Realms often become Envious, souring the Bosomian reputation in the eyes of others and marking the Realms of Bosom with one the highest numbers of Envious incident among any existing nations. However, the Brestocrats see this as natural selection: if a person couldn’t accept own place in society, destined for her by our Allmother, and was too feeble to fall to the influence of Evil, then so be it – for betrayal only a pathetic death awaits her.

Regardless, the Brestocrats believe in the exhortation: “To have a great nation is to have happy servants”. It is an obligation of those who are graced with a magnificent breasts to reward the “inferior” with the warmth and softness of their own perfection, for such is the duty of charitable and noble. This is especially important for High-born ladies: to fail to keep one's subjects happy and see them rebel, or even turn Envious, is a shame of inordinate depth, and for thus they actively participate in Breast Leisures. Ladies of superior positions are required to regularly fulfill Dairy Duties – drawn milk will be awarded to valuable subjects for their hard work and daily efforts to sustain the Great Nation, yet it is an even greater reward and honor to drink the White Gold straight from the source. Although, breast milk of some tribes in not considered “milk” by conventional standards, for example, Mawl biology produces something akin to a liquor with a high alcohol content rather than the common calcium-protein-lactose milk.