"What? This? Its just a stupid keychain I bought, but it's already broken. It keeps flashing even when I don't press the button."
"Oh okay." She was never that smart. "So what have you been up to?"
"Just class. Nothing has been really going on for me. How about you?"
If there is one thing your ex is good at, its talking. So when Kimberly starts talking, you know you have plenty of time to play with your flashlight. Looking down at her chest, her C-cup tits bounce as she talks and moves her hands around. The rest of her body is incredibly skinny so they really look huge on her. She is even wearing a loose, red plaid shirt tied around her waist with no bra under neath. She used to be so flat chested that it was barely even noticeable. You point the flashlight at her chest and turn the pink light on. Instantly her breasts grow fatter and they fight for space on her chest. The shirt get stretched outwards as buttons become undone and reveal more and more cleavage. As she gabs on about whatever shenanigans her coworkers have gotten into, you stare at her thickening tits as they get heavier and heavier, past the size of cantaloupes and then some. Her shirt is basically fully undone now, with only the bit tied around her still thin waist keeping it on her. Her enormous breasts are perky enough to keep her shirt held up to cover at least her areolas. But the cavernous v neck of her top is truly a wonder. She totally looks like a porn star now, but still doesn't seem to notice anything different. The thought of getting suffocated by those melons is quick to enter your mind. But then she starts talking to you again, instead of at you.
"So thats about it for me at work. Do you still work at the movie theater?"
You stumble to find the words to distract her again. You turn the flashlight off as her tits are the size of kickballs. "Uh... no. I've been working at the... uh...bookstore."
"That's nice." She stretches her shoulders back, causing her massive chest to bounce a bit. "God, don't take this the wrong way, but I really miss those neck massages you used to give me. These things weigh a ton."
You are salivating, and can feel yourself start to get hard. "Oh yeah, me too."
She raises an eyebrow. "Come on. Don't be like that. I have a boyfriend now."
You pretend to be indifferent, though your balls are starting to ache. "Oh really? Who?"
A dreamy look spreads across Kimberly's face. "Jason DeMarco."
Shit. Jason DeMarco? Of course this big-tittied bitch could get a guy like Jason. He's only the star quarterback from our college's team. And not one of those sissy quarterbacks either, this guy is massive and can run just as good as any running back. A fucking demigod among men, he already has three baby mamas and plenty of girls in line to be number four. Jason only gets the hottest of the hot to be with and it looks like Kimberly now qualifies.
You are bitter to say the least. "Oh really?" You squeeze the flashlight in your hand and flip the switch over to the blue setting. "Whats he like?"
As she goes on and on about boyfriend she just magically got thirty seconds ago, you turn the flashlight over in your hand and point it at your...