You're still trying to decide what to do next when you catch sight of someone unexpected coming around the next corner: Kimberly Madden, your ex-girlfriend. It's a bit of a shock seeing Kim; the last time you spoke, she was handing your (very expensive) engagement ring back to you. It's surprising because you thought she had moved out of state. Your first instinct is to hide before she can see you, but the nearest store entrance is still ten feet away when your see her gaze turn towards you. Her eyes light up.
"Hey!" Kim calls, waiving. She starts over toward you, and now it's too late to try hiding. Besides, it's not like you hate her or anything. There have even been some nights you wish you could have worked things out. Of course, there's no sign that she agreed with your late-night texts, but it's nice to wonder.
As Kim approaches and you resign yourself to the encounter, you belatedly remember the flashlight in your hand. You glance down thoughtfully, then grin. Raising the flashlight, you quickly flash the pink light across her chest, causing it to swell. You only have a moment before she reaches you, but it's enough to bring her previously-small breasts up to a C-cup.
"How have you been?" Kim asks, smiling as she comes to a stop near you. She doesn't seem to have any idea anything has changed. "It's been forever!"
"I'm okay," you reply, slightly taken aback by her positive attitude toward you. Then again, she's always been somewhat mercurial in her moods towards you. It's like she couldn't decide whether to like you as a friend or hate you as a boyfriend. "What are you-"
"What's that?" Kim interrupts, pointing at the flashlight. "Some sort of toy?" You bite back a sharp retort about letting you finish a sentence and glance again at the flashlight. Do you tell her?