"Okay, well, time to go back inside," she says, and moves to grab her bra. But I don't wanna be restrained. I wanna be free! And so I strain, I push, and soon, I figure out how to stop her.
"Hey! What are you doing?!" she screeches at me as I flail about on her chest, making it impossible to put that oppressive bra back on me. "Knock it off! How is he able to do that?!"
"I don't know," Liz answers, shrugging her shoulders. "Maybe he's magic boobs."
"This is ridiculous! Hold him down while I out this damn bra on!!"
But I won't have any of that. As they lunge in to grapple me down, I concentrate on something new: getting bigger. They made me magic boobs, so maybe I can...
"Ack! He's getting bigger! Alex, stop it right now!" But I won't. Ha! They'll regret it, I promise. I get bigger, bigger. Yes, I can do that. Hahaha!
But how big do I wanna get?