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.
The Contact
This desire would remain nothing more than a pipe dream, until one evening, just like the rest, spent in bed jealously scrolling through other women's social media wishing she had their bodies, Rose received a text message from an unknown number. Assuming it to be just another scammer or telemarketer, Rose was quick to assume nothing of the message, but a quick glance at the first few words of the sentence proved this was different from the bots she was expecting.
"I know what you want most. I can help... for a price. Call me for more details. I'm expecting to hear from you."
Rose blinked abruptly, dumbfounded at the mysterious and ominous nature of the message, but was intrigued if anything to go along with an elaborate prank.
"Oh yeah? And what would that be?"
Rose replied facetiously.
"Don't kid us both, you're a woman who has everything, a great job, a nice place, good health. But still, you harp on your one superficial flaw. Your breasts. Come see me here and I can help"
The mysterious person on the other side of the screen attached an address. Inner city, Rose was unfamiliar with that part of town. At an all-time low of self-esteem and an all-time high of desperation, Rose took the mad risk and copied the address into her phone's GPS, set it as a reminder for the next day, and responded back.
"OK. I'll see you there after work tomorrow, call it 6 pm. Try anything funny and I'll end you, I know judo."
Rose bluffed unconvincingly but to no hesitancy of the messenger.
"Excellent, be on time".
The Meetup
Another day in Rose's middle management HR job came and went without anything remarkable once again, little work was done as she spent the workday dreaming of the benefits of a greater bust, getting hit on by co-workers, being treated like a queen on dates, maybe even considered for a promotion in exchange for small favors for her boss.
As soon as 5 p.m. ticked around, Rose made the dash for her car, hastily plugging in the suspicious address to her Toyota's navigation system. An unnamed warehouse, way out of her town and in the heart of the inner city. Rose was unbothered, desperate to make the most of this opportunity.
The suspicious messenger stood outside the address, adorned in a white lab coat and rounded spectacles, and gestured for Rose to move quickly and come inside. Somewhat comforted by his professional appearance, Rose exited her car and trudged across the pothole-ridden driveway to enter behind the scientist.
"Right, now that we're alone, and you're certain you weren't followed?"
Rose nodded
"Okay, good, I'm Dr. Kovatsky, I've moved here because, well, I've done some experiments that don't exactly align with the morals and values of my colleagues, but I think I'm really onto something that will truly help people."
"You have me concerned Doctor, what exactly are we talking about here?"
"Well, I've found a way, non-surgically and non-invasively, to, well, conjoin people. I can take the body matter at a cellular level, and pair it to another, creating a sort of unified body for the two."
"And why the fuck would anyone want that?"