Rose and Savannah

Introduction

Rose had always been flat. Growing up through her teens, she would look on enviously at her peers, whose chests would progressively outgrow hers, overshadowing her in photos and in luck with dating. Despite her pristine appearance, blessed with flawless, tropical tanned skin, flowing ebony hair, and toned ass, Rose somehow still seemed to get overlooked in favor of her bustier friends in nightclubs, bars, and parties whilst trying to pick up the men she wanted, especially her worst frenemy, Savannah.

Any time the two went out, Savannah would be flocked by men and women, complimenting her tops and dancing, taking their shots at flirting with her and asking her out, but with few succeeding. Rose was extremely jealous.

Rose spent countless trips to clothing stores desperately hoping the woman measuring her bust would say anything higher than B, was always met with disappointment and a loss of hope. She could not afford breast implants, nor did she want to ruin the pursuit of the natural beauty she had chased through countless hours in the squat rack, attempting to compensate for her lackluster chest with a curved and muscular rear. But with no natural curves, Rose felt like just another flat girl, forever cursed to take Instagram photos facing away from the camera, and ignored by the breastmen of the world. Rose wanted tits.