I stared at Melissa on the bench next to me in a kind of quiet disbelief. She smirked and opened her duster so I could get a better look.
“Come on, Joey.” She scoffed with a smirk. “You know you want to do something to me. I’m not stupid.”
“Didn’t say you were.” I laughed nervously. “I mean, I just didn’t expect you to be into it, you know?”
“Well, I’m like, into Wicca and shit.” She shrugged. “I guess you picked the right crazy bitch to wish on. Right?”
“Huh.” I decided sharply, smiling back. “Maybe it is fate.”
“Maybe.” She smirked, almost shyly. “Now man up and make a wish. Pump my tits up or something. I’m game.”
“Yeah?” I blushed. I mean, she was modestly sized.
“Or whatever.” She grinned, seeing my sudden embarrassment. “I mean, I’m giving you a pass to get freaky with me, buddy. You could make me your literal dream girl. You already paid me off with like a hundred grand.”
Shit! This was too good. Worse still, Melissa was right. All right, well, no sense disappointing the poor girl. Like most guys I did like a decent rack. “Okay...” I took a nervous breath in, shifting nervously. “I wish you’d grow a cup size bigger.”
The goth girl jumped as electric cosmic energy tore down her spine. Her eyes widened, her jaw dropped, and we both stared in bewildered awe as her breasts suddenly surged forward and inflated into two round and shapely C-cup swells. Her shirt pressed forward, her bust increased. She stared in amazement and cupped them, squeezing a little and gasp/laughing in shock.
“Whoa!” She finally blushed. “Would you fucking look at that shit!” She let go of her bigger boobs, their weight dropping only slightly, and pulled her collar down for a peek. She grinned madly as the results. I gulped as I saw the outlines of her nipples rise under her band shirt.
“How was that?” I grinned. “I mean, if you don’t mind?”
“Felt weird but good.” She admitted, suddenly conscious of her hard nips and giggling as she closed her coat over her bigger tits. “Gonna... need a new bra.” She eyed my crotch and outright laughed as she saw my semi poking up.
I blushed and tried to shift so it was less prominent. She laughed again.
“Well, sue me.” I said in embarrassment.
“No, no, it’s all good.” Melissa turned a shade of red beneath her pale make up again. “I asked for it, didn’t I?”
I felt a little better and out my arm around the back of the bench. She smiled wryly. “So, is that all I get for my hundred Gs?”
“I mean, you can make my tits grow.” She shrugged. “Big fucking deal. So can implants.” I caught the playful tone in her voice and she looked at me expectantly.
“That’s a challenge.” I confirmed.
“Yes, it was a challenge, you idiot!” She laughed hysterically. “Come on, I’m fucking down with this, dude!” She shifted her gaze away and grinned sheepishly. “And I’m kind of a sub.”