Suddenly, Gene lunged across the car, snatching the flashlight before you could stop him. As he pulls it triumphantly from your grasp and shoves you back, you belatedly realize he must have been faking the surprise. Somehow he already knew about the flashlight...but figuring that out would have to come later, because Gene was pointing the flashlight at you.
"What was it you said?" Gene mocked. "Are you going to behave, or am I going to have to change you more?" He grabbed your hand and held it to the flashlight's grip, then turned the pink light on and shone it at your chest. Again you watched and felt as your breasts slowly inflated, straining your tank top again. This time, though, you didn't try to take the flashlight because you knew that he would be prepared for it and could easily pull your hand away so you didn't even notice the change.
After less than a cup size of increase, Gene mercifully shut off the flashlight and let your hand go. "Good," he said as you pulled back and tried to take stock of your new breasts while not losing eye contact with the flashlight. At least he had let you see the change, but why would that be?
"Now I let you see so you would know that I was changing you," Gene said as if in answer to your silent question. "No point in threatening new change if you don't know there was already one." As he spoke he was setting the flashlight on the dashboard so it was pointed at his chest. "Well, let's try another little test. I know you changed my chest, but I can't get rid of the memories of having boobs unless I let go of the flashlight. So you're going to tell me to stop once my chest is back to normal, and if I get even a hint that you're lying - or if you try to take the flashlight back - you won't like what happens." You nod your understanding, and he turns the light on. Slowly his own boobs start shrinking again, and you wonder if you should just follow his instructions.