You were on the outskirts of your nation, better known as 'Las Nevadas'. Arguing with Wilbur, your rival.

"Oh, Quackity dear, don't be so upset, it's bad for your body. If you're upset all the time then your breasts won't grow like mine~"

Wilbur purred with a mocking voice. In one way or another she always made fun of that topic, because your breasts were not as big as hers

Although deep down she loved your small breasts, she always thought about licking them or touching them