When Gene's chest is almost completely flat again, at his most distracted, you lunge over to try and grab the flashlight. You almost make it - your fingers wrap around the hilt - but Gene's hand suddenly closes around yours. He turns the flashlight and flicks the control with his thumb, so by the time it's pointing at you it's pink again. As your chest begins to swell again, you feel his free hand start to push your hand off the flaslight.
"Wait, please!" you cry out, trying desperately to cling to the flashlight.
"You had your chance," Gene said grimly, peeling the last of your fingers off and shoving you back again. "I told you what you had to do. Too bad you didn't listen. He points the pink beam at you and turns up the intensity, and a pink light flashes across your vision.
By the time Gene is done with you, you are an airheaded bimbo who practically lives for sex. Your huge breasts bring in much of the attention, but it's your technique and eagerness to please that really keeps the men coming back. Gene is your official boyfriend, but he is gracious enough to let you sleep around when you're not with him. And the only think you know about a certain flashlight is that it is Gene's and you should never touch it.