Caregiver - Preview

Been a while since a Menagerie tale preview.  Kinda forgot my format (and a bit of the Matty character, since I haven't written her in so long). ^///^" I think it was like this, the opening scene.

Hopefully you enjoy!

"Jesse let out a heavy sigh, running her fingers through her pitch-black hair in the few seconds of relief she was awarded between finishing work and returning home. She wished she had a cigarette, so badly she wished it, but had started quitting months ago for her girlfriend’s health. The girl even reflexively fished through her pockets to look for her pack, as if maybe she might magically find it despite not having thrown out her last so long ago.

“Fuck,” she cussed to herself, distracting her hands by fixing the collar of her blouse. Her eyes however, ended up wandering to find something magical indeed.

There wasn’t a door in this alley before, let alone one so old fashioned against the modern façade of the office building it appeared on. Was she hallucinating? A closer inspection, stepping up and resting her hand on the small brass handle, made such an idea very unlikely. Turning the knob in her fingers the slim girl pushed her way inside, amazed to see a sprawling interior of shelves adorned with all variety of odd knickknacks.

Unable to help her curiosity she continued inside the little shop, just to have a quick look around before she had to return to her girlfriend at home. There was a woman wandering about, her back to Jesse as she awkwardly swept with her elbows all the way out to the sized. Long golden blonde hair flowed down her back, over the wide swell of her plush bottom, and down past her knees. Her own dark locks were only past shoulder length, and that was a pain to keep up, so she could only imagine how hard it was for the thicker girl to maintain that much hair and keep it so perfect. It was far from her only surprise though.

“Hello,” the guest made a vie to perhaps get some service or information about this strange place.

The blonde perked up in shock, turning around to reveal her absolutely monstrous bust. No wonder she was holding the broom so strangely, they jutted out from her chest by feet, and hung down to her waist in perfectly rounded teardrops. How she wasn’t tumbling down just from their weight the more lean cut woman had no idea. Maybe only because of the size if her rear, balancing her out in an extreme hourglass?

Jesse was staring wide eyed, though the overly curvy woman didn’t seem to mind. She simply gave a small giggle. “Oh, a customer,” she chirped, bouncing on her toes and setting her inhuman proportions into motion. “Hold on, I'll go fetch Madam.”

She might as well have said nothing the dark-haired woman was so distracted. Too busy watching the excitable girl hop off, her tits swaying and slapping against each other in the confines of her practically painted on dress as she made her way to the back room.

A moment later she returned with this “Madam”. A peculiar redheaded woman, wearing a gaudy wide brimmed witch's hat that cast most of her face in shadow. It did nothing to diminish the gold hue of her eyes however; they shone brightly, seeming to stare right through the guest to her little shop.

“Hello there, welcome to Madam Materia's Magical Menagerie,” she exclaimed proudly, puffing out her chest to show it off. Compared to the blonde’s explosive size she may as well have had mosquito bites, but that didn’t mean the large over-handfuls weren’t impressive in their own right, adding curves to the woman’s lithe frame. “I’m the titular Madam Materia, though Matty is just fine for customers. My associate Alice tells me I can help you find something?” she gestured to the hyper-proportioned girl standing next to her, broom held nervously into her bust as if watching and waiting for something.

Jesse raised her hands apologetically. “Oh, sorry uh, Madam Matty. I wasn’t really looking for anything, just kind of browsing.”

The redhead gave a giggle, hiding her darkly painted lips with a delicate hand. “We all have something we're wishing for Jesse,” she mused, walking over to the counter of her little store and sitting herself down. “Sometimes it’s as simple as a smoke.”

How did she know her name? The smoke the trim girl could play off, there were enough smokers in the city that was an easy enough assumption to guess, but her name. “How-“

“The 'magical' part of that introduction I went through earlier darling,” the witchy Madam finished the thought with a wry smirk.

There wasn’t such a thing, there had to be more to it. At the same time though, this was an old fashioned storefront somehow taking up the first floor of an office building. “Okay so, assuming that I believe you, what’s your deal then?” the black-haired woman questioned, letting her blue eyes linger on the woman suspiciously.

Matty replied with a coy smile. “Like I said, we all have something we're wishing for,” she purred, letting her golden gaze drift lovingly to her hyper-sized employee. “Mortals don’t find the Menagerie unless there’s something they need that, quote unquote, real life fails to provide them.”

That last bit struck a cord, “providing”; it was the whole reason Jesse wanted that smoke in the first place. It felt like that was all her life was anymore, going to work to make a living, them coming home to take care of her girlfriend Eve. There was no time for herself, it was just work and Eve.

It wasn’t that she didn’t still love the girl. They had started off as friends in high school, both playing that same game all gay teens did: pretending your hardest to be straight. Neither really needed more excuse to be labeled as outcasts. Jesse had been the typical rebel, taking up smoking and secluding herself from everyone to protect herself, and Eve was prone to illness. She had a chronic condition that could have her suddenly sick, and needing go home for the rest of the day. Nobody wanted to hang out with “the sick girl” for all the stigma, nobody but the dark-haired loner girl. Maybe because, even back then, they could just tell they were lesbians?

They ended up coming out to one another in senior year, both intending to at the same time no less, leading to a cute and awkward exchange that sealed the deal for them as a couple. The pair moved in together as soon as they could, to get away from the scrutinising eyes of their parents, and things seemed good; for a while anyways. They both had jobs until Eve's condition started to worsen, then she was forced to quit, leaving Jesse to take the full burden of supporting their situation.

Over the past few years it had drained her, leaving the working woman resentful of her partner. Resentful she had to quit smoking, that she had to constantly work, and do the shopping, and make dinner. She still loved her, but sometimes she just wished maybe she wasn’t always the one taking care of her; that the tables could be turned and maybe she could be the one to lay down and be taken care of for a bit.

“Ali, why don’t you give our fine guest a little shoulder rub?” the redhead ordered more than suggested. “There’s a lot bothering her.”

The blue-eyed woman perked nervously. “W-what?” she stammered.

“Yes Madam,” the buxom blonde chirped, setting her broom against the wall and skipping over to comply with her boss’ wishes.

Redness filled Jesse's face, feeling those soft, squishy breasts pressing into her back. The girl’s hands reached over the great orbs to take hold of her shoulders, and with expert grace in her dextrous hands, she started to knead away the knots and tension.

The gaudy shopkeeper got to her feet, walking by with clacks of her spatted heels against the hard floor as she examined the shelves. “Now then, what best to help you’re your little problem,” she mused, running her fingers along the items she kept on display.

“I didn’t-“ she started to reply, only to have Alice pull her a little tighter into her cleavage and sink her digits deep enough to make the trim girl moan.

Matty gave a giggle. “You didn’t have to. Magical, remember?” she teased, perking up and plucking a small box off the shelf. “Here we are,” the witch skipped back to her customer and held out the item for her.

The busty blonde stepped back, letting the dark-haired woman focus once more and take the offered object. The same curiosity that had pulled her into this strange place now had her peeking under the lid, finding a simple looking metal bracelet within; the kind of thing getting peddled in shams all over the web for “wellness”.

A smile cracked the guest's lips, and she couldn’t help breaking into a laugh. “Oh my god, you can’t be serious?” she rubbed the beginnings of tears out of her eyes, turning them to the charlatan. “I knew this was all some sort of con.”

The redhead was unfazed, a grin spreading across her face in reply. “Assuming it was a con, how did I know that your girlfriend Eve back home was the type of person that might be the target for one of these fake 'cures',” she countered, regurgitating one of the girl's statements from earlier.

Once more a chill went up Jesse’s spine. The question was alright running through her head of “how”, and she already knew the answer. The tricky woman was already mouthing it just as she was having the thought.

Swallowing thickly she looked back down at the simple silver trinket. “So, what do I do with it?” she asked.

“Just give it to your lover,” Matty answered, beckoning her curvy associate over with her hand and tickling the blonde under the chin. “I should take care of the issue, make her a bit more dependable, like Alice here.”

Again the guest was staring, inciting a small giggle from the hyper-proportioned girl that made her once more blush. More like Alice? She could still vividly feel what that earlier shoulder rub was like, making her flush with a shameless arousal.

Magic she said? What was there to lose? “Alright,” she relented, letting a small amount of something fill her. Maybe it was hope for a solution? Or perhaps something darker, a little more selfish in her desire for Eve to be better. “How much?”

The witch simply waved a hand. “We don’t take money here,” she answered with that same grin on her lips. “Seeing the results of my work is reward enough.”" - Caregiver by Madam Materia