Implants Preview

Getting back into the swing after so many commissions. I think I need to start putting some more effort into storyboarding my vignettes the way I do when I get a commission, that way maybe I can get the flow a little bit better. Would take extra time though. Food for thought. Anyway, without further ado the preview for "Implants".

"It was unusual to say the least. Jill couldn’t recall ever having seen the musty smelling knickknack shop in the mall before, yet she found herself wandering in like it was her favorite tea place. The shelves were lined with oddities, from vintage bottles to more modern looking electronic devices, but none of them seemed to have any prices. Especially strange for a mall, but weirdness wasn’t about to stand in the tall girl's way.
She was a woman on a mission, her folder hugged tightly to her chest and her olive eyes immediately locking onto the main desk. Taking a breath in she straightened up, long legs carrying her one stride at a time up to the oddly dressed woman, boredly waiting behind the counter.
“Excuse me,” Jill piped up to grab the woman’s attention.
With a tilt of her head the wide brimmed witch hat the woman wore tipped to reveal her gold hued eyes. “Can I help you?” she purred, dark painted lips pulling back into a grin.
It was almost unsettling the way those orbs stared through her, as if the woman could read her like a book. Still, she needed to keep cool and professional. Reaching up and brushing one of her light brown hairs over her ear she got right down to business. “Would I be able to speak with your manager?” she asked.
The golden eyed woman covered her mouth as she giggled, her fiery locks dancing about her shoulders in her amusement. “I am she,” she replied with a shimmy of her shoulders that made her pendulous breasts sway back and forth. “This is Madam Materia's Magical Menagerie, and I am the titular Madam Materia, though Matty is just fine for customers,” the woman explained, her boredom washed away as she perked up in her seat.
Jill simply listened, fishing into her folder when the witchy woman had finished her little spiel. “Would it be okay if I dropped off a resume missus Materia?”
“Madam,” Matty corrected, though it was too late for her not to receive a crisp sheet across her counter.
The tall woman maintained her composure despite the slip up. “Sorry Madam,” she rectified, practically holding her breath.
Whether she didn’t notice, or simply didn’t care, the Madam's dark lips just curled into a smile and she picked up the offered resume to give it a peek. Her golden eyes gave a lazy scan, as if she’d seen it a thousand times and was just brushing up on the finer details, and a delicate finger tapped the back of the sheet thoughtfully. “So Jill,” the fiery haired witch mused, resting the girl’s resume back on the desk and leaning over it, “why exactly do you want a job here?”
The way Matty moved drew the tall girl’s attention, the fullness of her bust pouring over her arm to the point of hiding even the bolded text at the top of the page. She knew she was staring, her hold on her folder tightening to cover her frankly nonexistent chest, and there was a spark of jealousy deep inside her. The redhead was beautiful, naturally gifted with a body Jill would have killed for.
That wasn’t to say that Jill wasn’t attractive. Her face was soft, with high cheeks that brightened her smile. She was fairly tall for a woman, which had earned her a great deal of teasing as a child, and had a metabolism that kept her lean and sexy. It was a double edged sword however, as she felt her petite nipples against the fabric of her top. She had no curves to speak of, feeling like a boy half the time when she looked at herself in the mirror.
All of it added up to why she was here. Biology gave her the short stick so she had to take it into her own hands, and get herself a boob job.
Tearing her olive eyes up from the woman’s cleavage Jill put her thoughts together. She couldn’t rightfully admit that she was only interested in a job to buy bigger boobs, she'd never accomplish her goal that way, but at the same time she had no proper idea what this place did to give a tailored response. “I’ve always had an interest in curios, and a can do attitude for sales. Being able to work for a place like Madam Materia's would be a perfect fit for me.”
Matty just gave a chuckle, shaking her head. “Lying doesn’t suit you Jillian,” she teased.
Jill stiffened, fighting the pink tint in her cheeks. “What are you talking about?” she countered nervously, “Why would I lie to you?”
Those dark lips curled into a smirk. “Would you like the real answer to that question?” the witch continued to tease, flashing those golden eyes at the girl. “Because you're embarrassed to be here, begging for a few extra cup sizes on that flat chest of yours.”
The tall girl turned bright red, hugging her dossier to her body. She floundered for a response, ready to open her mouth to ask how, or what would make this woman think something like that. She was beaten to it.
“Come now Jill, mortals like you are an open book,” she purred, resting her elbows on the counter and nestling her chin into the bridge of her slender fingers. The pose had her breasts windowed perfectly, billowing outward to further torment the girl.
Swallowing thickly the light haired girl did her best not to stare. She was off kilter, trying to find her bearings against the witchy woman. The best she was able was to latch onto a jealous anger, “So you can make fun of me for not being a busty cow like you, big whup,” she hissed defensively.
“People compare me more to a fox actually,” she mused in lax reply. “You’d be happy as a nice big titted cow though, and I can give that to you.”
Jill simply scoffed. “What are you going to pay for my surgery?” the lithe girl challenged to keep on top.
Matty's smirk turned to a mischievous grin, quite befitting a title like “fox”. “Oh nothing so crude. This is Madam Materia’s Magical Menagerie, we specialize in offering people like you what, quote unquote, real life, fails to provide,” she explained.
Absolutely absurd, yet the girl found herself nibbling at the bait in spite of it. “So you want me to believe in magic now?” she countered from her shaky podium of disbelief and spiteful anger.
Rising to her feet the redhead stepped around, her spatted heels clacking with each footfall. Even with her tall hat the woman was dwarfed by her customer's stature, but she carried herself with confidence that turned their physical disparity on its head. “You don’t need to believe in anything Jillian,” she mused, wandering between the shelves and brushing her fingers over one item after the next. “You’ll see the results with your own eyes.”
As the witchy woman’s hand settled on something Jill couldn’t quite make out she visibly perked. “Here we are,” she chirped excitedly, collecting the objects in her arms and skipping back around to the tall girl. “These will solve your little issue.”
There was a swell of hope that filled Jill for a brief moment, until she saw what exactly it was Matty was carrying. “Seriously?” she scoffed, letting her arms fall to her sides as she looked at the translucent bags of fluid spilling over the shopkeep's arm. “Bra stuffers? If I wanted to fake it I could fill a nylon with rice.”
“I assure you,” a grin spread across the woman’s dark lips, “these will make you the biggest girl in the room.”
Those golden eyes gazed right through her as the witch touted her wares. The sheer charisma she exuded made even such nonsense claims sound almost possible, but it was just that. And it wasn’t the solution the girl was looking for. “Look, Matty, I'm not about to buy falsies,” she explained pulling her arms back up defensively.
The redhead placed one of the sacks in the crook of the girl’s elbow. “Who said anything about buying?” she pointed out matter of factly. “We don’t take payment here, not in the traditional sense anyway. For all intents are purposes this is a gift, I wanna see you get what you’ve always wanted,” she finished, resting the other one in the girl’s arms.
Without realizing it Jill had opened up, now holding these things against her chest. She could feel their squish against her as they settled in behind her folder, pushing up towards her chest to make a line of cleavage she could imagine to be her own. A quick glance up at the other woman, smiling there with her arms behind her back, pushing her chest out tantalizingly; they were bigger than the witch's even. If it was free… it couldn’t hurt just to keep them for the fantasy, right?
“Alright,” the tall girl conceded, struggling to keep a straight face as she looked into her imaginary bust, “I guess I can take them then.”
Matty gave a delightful giggle, her chest bouncing with the motion. “You won't be disappointed,” she assured the girl with a Cheshire grin before waving her out of the store." - "Implants" by Madam Materia