"Hey, that's no way for my best girl to talk!" I giggled, seeing Melissa's incredulous reaction to her new look. "Come on, doll, let's hit the sock hop together!"
"Oh, this is fucking ridiculous." She stood up from the bench with me and giggled genuinely as I grabbed her hand and twirled her toward me. "I look like a fucking granny."
"What say we hit virgin point together after the chocolate shoppe?"
"You are a dork." Melissa laughed, blushing warmly with amusement and infatuation. "Universal power at your fingertips, Joey, and THIS is what you come up with?"
"I think you're cute this way." I admitted, grinning wider.
"Well, this is SO not my style!" She finally noticed her bobbed red hair and I took her hand with mirth and began walking through the park as she looked in shock. "And? I'm a ginger?"
"Yeah. You make a good redhead."
"Damn." Melissa grinned, suddenly pleased. "I guess I do."
Eventually, as we reached a wooded path down into the sloping public park, I paused and took my new girlfriend and plaything in my arms. She took the embrace and stared at me lustfully, pressing her huge new tits into my chest and squishing them down against me.
"Whatcha got in mind, big sexy?" She grinned.
"Mmm. Big, huh?" I looked over her and smirked. "Nah, you should be the big one. And I guess your wardrobe is a little silly."
"Lay it on me, Joey." She blushed agreeably.
So I did. I wished Melissa would grow into a stunning 6'6" leggy redhead and that her clothes would change back to something she'd like.
She gasped sharply and I watched her huge chest puff out tensely. I stepped back and took a quick look around to check that we were alone - which we were - and with more audible stretching, the redhead Melissa let out a pleasured whimper as her body now grew in size and height. Her legs lengthened, her arms stretched, her torso and neck elongated a little. Her clothes seemed to be transforming too, the skirt turning to loose black jeans with chains hanging from the pocket, her shoes turning into wicked platforms. Her top restored to some metal band's album iconography and a studded choker grew around her neck. She let out a huge exhale of relief as it relented, her boobs even bigger on her larger body, and staggered on her long sinewey legs. Thanks to the platforms, she stood almost seven feet tall now!
"Oh, fuck!" Melissa looked herself over, grinning ear to ear. Her red hair had become a little longer, with wild bangs and sharply trimmed strands flowing over her cheeks. "That's the shit! Fuck, look at me!" She got her bearings and laughed maniacally. "I-I'm huge!"
"In more ways than one." I grinned, wishing her breasts into a hefty 44 J with a nice plump band size.
She jolted again, her knees trembled, and her hands shot up to her tits. They swelled larger than her head, as plump as little watermelons, and she grabbed her shirt and raised it up, exposing the black lacy bra that had grown with them. Her tightly pushed up cleavage was a wet dream. She dropped her shirt, panting a little, and grinned.
"Fuck." Melissa said simply, clearly pleased.
"All right, come on my big bitch. Let's go!"
"Right on, baby!" Melissa took my side again, towering over me, and looked down with blushing delight. "God damn, looking down on a man is so hot. I wonder if you can own me at this size."