Cici's less intelligent brain made her say the first thing that came to her bimbo mind, "I, like, wish that I had, like, totally bigger breasts than Lizz."
Fearing the worst, as Lizz does have the biggest breasts in school, you listen as the faulty recorder plays it back. "I, like, wish you had, like, doubly bigger breasts than Lizz." You face palm, mentally trying to calculate how big your new boobs will be when they start to grow. A warm pushing feeling from your chest, and soon a tightening in your shirt, then a stretching, your large nipples sticking out like two mountains, an intense pressure as your rapidly enlarging boobs outgrow your tee shirt, and finally a ripping as your shirt explodes, letting your breasts grow without obstacle. They grow until you can't even see your lower body and can barely reach your nipples. Touching one send pins of pleasure to your crotch, which has a confused boner going from the pleasure you just received and from seeing breasts much larger than basketballs. You grab the tape recorder from Cici, who is currently looking at your titanic tits with envy. Not wanting to risk your breasts growing more, you say into the mic, "I wish that I have bras and shirts that fit me to wear." The recorder spits this wish back at you, " I wish that I /crackle/ never wear /crackle/ bras or shirts" you groan as the remains of your shirt disappear from your back and shoulders. "I didn't even say anything that sounds like never!"