I gaped at Melissa, shocked by her admission. "No way, you? A sub?!"
"What's wrong with that!" Melissa exclaimed. "So I get my rocks off by being overpowered. You got a problem with that?"
"N-no," I stammered. "No, it's just... I wouldn't have seen that coming. You dont look the part."
"And what would the part be there, Joey" Melissa teased. "Cmon, dude, tell me! What exactly does a sub look like? Seeing as you're the expert on this kind of thing?"
I could feel myself blushing as Melissa began to laugh softly. To be honest I had no idea what a sub would look like. All I knew is that Melissa seemed to be strong and in charge. She was my height, she was fit. Not at all a small demure thing who looked like she enjoyed being dominated in bed. I wondered if she was as strong as me, if not stronger. The idea toyed in my mind for a moment before Melissa's sarcastically snapping fingers clicked in front of my face.
"Hey, earth to Joey!" The goth grinned playfully. "What's going on in that so called mind?"
"Oh, you know..." I shrugged. I looked over the leather clad girl's nice body and grinned. She smiled wryly.
"Do it." She whispered. "Come on. Whatever is in there, do it to me. All of it."
"All right," I wrang my fingers together and heard them pop. "Then for one thing, I wish your breasts were much bigger and much fuller."
Screw this. I was determined to have fun now with a very willing test subject.
Melissa jolted in shock once more and her eyes widened. I actually heard her boobs growing in size against her soft t-shirt, the flesh beneath stretching forward and filling bigger. Straining against a far too small bra as they strained to expand. I heard a little fabric rip, watched her right tit bounce up as it sprang from her bra cup, and saw her gasp and clench her fingers as the second mound broke free, the clasp of her bra flying apart from the stress. She watched in bewildered awe as the two pronounced orbs under her shirt kept growing. Filling. Stretching. Widening. Plumping. Her nipples grew pert and tight from excitement, poking forward happily from the stimulation of growing. I stared with a growing erection as they surged, tugging her shirt out obscenely and actually tightening it over her expanding boobs. With a final stretching surge, now even her shirt began to tug tight, pulling the bottom up above her belly button and tenting ridiculously with two huge round cantelopes bouncing and swaying firm from her chest.
Melissa's eyes widened further. Her hands were trembling over her waist.
"Jesus." She whispered, looking over top of her huge new rack and adjusting. Her huge tits swayed with her movement and jiggled a little. They were held nice and snug in her too small shirt. "Look at those puppies!"
"I am." I salivated eagerly.
Melissa caught my leering gaze and her seductive smile returned. She put her hands under her new massive chest and held them aloft in her palms, squeezing them. "You like 'em big, Joey? Yeah? Is that what my man likes? Huge tits?"
I felt my boner grow to a size I didn't know it could reach and began to sweat a little. "Yeah." I gulped.
She leaned in closer and pressed her huge breasts into my side, squeezing them tightly against me as she embraced my waist. "You can make them bigger..." She whispered, pursing her lips. "And bigger. And bigger. Think of these monsters wrapped around your cock. Or how much they're going to slap and sway while you do me from behind. Fuck, use me as a pillow. I don't care."
I stared into her pervy eyes and now I was the one grinning seductively.
"Yeah." She smiled wider. "That's right. You got yourself involved with a dirty bitch, didn't you? What are you gonna do about it?"
"Miss, that's no way to talk to your new friend." I quickly broke away, being sure to cop a feel as I pushed Melissa back.
"Oh, no!" She bit her finger playfully and feigned a sad face on the bench next to me. "I was a bad girl again. What are you gonna do to me, Joey?"
I grinned wide and chuckled, seeing her adorable fake pout and realizing that I had found the most perfect plaything I could have ever imagined. My fantasies began to run wild.
Experimentally, I pictured a sweet busty college girl in my head. A short skirt, a sweater, nerdy glasses. A ginger. Short hair. Daddy's little girl. Except still Melissa. "I wish you'd change into what's in my head right now."
Flash! Melissa sat on the bench disheveled with a look of disarray and shock. She was no longer the pale leather clad goth. She was a freckled redhead without a trace of make up, wearing an almost cliched 50's teen girl outfit. A hot pink skirt with pleats hung over her knees while white sneakers and frilly blue socks adorned her feet. Her top had become a pastel yellow sweater, baggy, but the obvious swell of her huge boobs was still there. She adjusted her new glasses, taking them off and startled as she needed them to see, and pat her perfect bobbed red hair.
"Joey." Melissa deadpanned, looking herself over. "I'm gonna fucking murder you."