Bigger (Preview)

Struggled a bit with this one, what with birthday today, among other weekly things (and a lack of job security). I'm not leaving yet though, so here's the preview for the next story "Bigger".

"The brass handle of the strange door gave a sharp click as Bijou finally managed to make her way inside. At only a little over three and a half feet tall most doorknobs were eye level at best, leaving her to struggle with not only turning the things, but hoping her miniscule weight was enough to force whatever portal was in her way open. Old fashioned doors like this one were often the worst offenders.
It was like the small girl couldn’t help herself though. How often did a knickknack shop like this just pop up out of the blue overnight? Let alone tucked away near the bus station. It just didn’t make sense, and thus it just beckoned the small woman to investigate.
Her flats tapped against the ground, frilly dress and long raven locks swaying back and forth as she browsed the shelves. “Hello?” her high voice called out.
“I’m sorry, but we don’t serve children,” a voice came from behind her, catching Bijou by surprise and forcing her to whip around.
The short girl was nearly bowled over by the pair of tits hanging in front of her face. They were huge, probably in the high D range and bigger than the small girl’s head. Stumbling back flustered she found them attached to a fiery headed woman, a wide brimmed witch’s hat shading much of her face as she knelt down above the petite lady. Still it did nothing to hide the woman’s fair features, especially the gleaming golden eyes that seemed to stare right though her.
The dark haired woman's face reddened in a huff, “I’m thirty two,” she protested to the rude witch leaning over her.
This was always how it was, being mistaken for a child just because she was cursed to be born with dwarfism, and proportionate dwarfism at that. Hormone therapy hadn’t done anything to help her through her teenage years, and she didn’t have the luxury of any part of her having grown to proper womanly stature. All of it stirred into a vicious jealousy of women like the witchy redhead, not only flaunting what they had, but actively rubbing it in her face and demeaning her.
“My mistake,” the golden eyed beauty replied with a giggle, revealing just how much of a hollow apology it was; like she knew all along and was just taunting the short woman. “Welcome to Madam Materia’s Magical Menagerie. I’m Madam Materia, though Matty is just fine for customers,” she explained to the pint sized Bijou.
Magic? The chestnut eyed woman help scoffing; what a bunch of hogwash, “And what, Madam Materia, makes you think I'll be a customer?” she challenged, stepping away to browse the shelves.
A smile crossed Matty’s lips, as she goose stepped past the woman, “Because people don’t find this place without reason,” she explained casually, “We specialize in giving people what quote unquote 'real life',” she mimed the quotations in the air, “fails to give them, and life has certainly dealt you a cruel hand hasn’t it?”
The words stung, and the way Bijou's body tightened at them was a dead giveaway. Cruel was putting it lightly. The world treated her like some sort of novelty, it wasn’t made for a girl her size, and nothing but stubborn pride had allowed her any kind of dignity. When her boyfriends left her for “real women”; when she was left shopping in the children’s section, or stuck riding the bus because she was too small for a normal car. The list of mockeries went on, and she could only show an unwillingness to let any of it hurt her.
The redhead’s words were a cold read though, nothing more. “And how will you solve the unsolvable Madam? Some snake oil potion to cure what ails me? Make me feel good, as I measure in the morning for that fresh inch to fuel the placebo effect, so you can drain my wallet dry on false hopes? I've seen your kind before,” the raven haired doll hissed defensively.
With a giggle the witchy woman shook her head, “Got it all figured out, don’t you Bijou?” she teased with a smirk, and a flash of her golden eyes.
The colour sank from the small woman's olive skin. She tried to rack her brain, replaying everything to try and remember when the woman had even asked her name, only to come up blank. Could one of her friends have tipped the witch off? No, she'd come in out of impulse, no one had told her about it. She moved to ask, to challenge the redhead and figure out the trick, only to be cut off.
“You’re easy to read as a children’s book,” Materia answered the unspoken question.
It was unnerving, as those ruby lips flashed into a grin. Bijou brushed a strand of her raven hair over her ear, afraid to keep eye contact with the witchy woman lest she somehow give away more about herself. “Alright then, Matty,” she reluctantly conceded, “what have you got?” she asked.
Her spatted heels clicking the redhead made her way to her shelves, brushing her fingers over some of her many potentials, before settling on the one best suited for the hungry woman; a little black book. “This should help you get what's overdue, and then some,” she explained, tossing it over her shoulder.
Bijou caught it to her chest, opening it with the expectation of seeing some fantastical spell, only to be disappointed it was a blank address book. Her frustration peaked, redness filling her cheeks. “Is this some kind of joke?” she growled.
“No,” the witchy woman answered with a simple smirk. “As you fill that book out, it will fill you out. Easy as that,” she explained.
This was stupid, impossible. No matter what parlour tricks the buxom woman had there was no way what she was proposing was possible. Once again when the petite woman was ready to protest she was beaten to the punch.
“What do you really have to lose?” the redhead challenged. “You get to go, have a little fun, and get what you've always deserved,” she purred.
It sounded too good to be true, but really the woman was right; save one thing. “How much?” Bijou asked, flipping to the front of the book to where there was a small section for her name.
With a wave of her slender hand Matty shook her head, “Money means nothing to me. Seeing mortals get what’s due makes my job worthwhile,” she told her, smiling through half-lidded eyes.
Those golden orbs stared though her, but yet the raven haired woman couldn’t help a smirk. Even if it didn’t work out, there was nothing lost. “Well, thank you then Matty,” she chuckled, “Let’s hope you’re not just some charlatan,” she finished, turning on her flats with a bounce of her dress as she fought the door to get out.
The witch dressed woman gave a giggle, her smile turning to a toothy grin, “Oh don’t worry,” she putted, “You’ll get what’s coming to you.”" - "Bigger" by Madam Materia