The Itty Bitty Titty Committee

"It, um, feels... it feels.... Firm. Respons--"

"Shhhhh." She touched her finger to his lips. "Just feel this. I swear, I just love the way my boobs feel now, don't ... ooooh!"

"I, um, I didn't think I, er, did I do something to you?"

She lowered her head and looked up at him. "Not yet you didn't. But what did you have in... mind?"

"Um, nothing. Nothing at all." He tried to move away from her but she kept close to him.

Another jolt of energy surged throughout her body. She tried to restrain herself and not respond to the sensation, the pleasure, the excitement. She quickly realized it was a losing cause. Now if only he could feel what she was feeling... She let out a sigh of pleasure and stared up into his eyes.

He met her eyes and stood still, his breath quickening as she let her instincts dictate her every move. His eyes were fixed on her body the entire time and the two moved closer together.

Dr. Eisenstadt, observing Melody and Dr. Barton through a one-way-wall nearby, smiled. "She's definitely feeling the effects of my open-minded suggestions. The question remains of whether Dr. Barton is going to fall victim to the pheromones being strewn about by this young, attractive woman."

Melody started to giggle. "Do you mind if I ask you a, um, a personal question?"

Dr. Barton paused, staring at her over his glasses. He squinted his eyes as he felt slightly dizzy, but then decided not to listen to those instincts that advised caution. "Go right ahead."

"Sometimes, I think my pussy is talking to me. Do you ever hear your dick talking to you?"

He smiled. At that very moment, he could have sworn his dick was trying to get his attention. "Well, um, actually, yes I do. Why do you ask?"

"Because my pussy, well, I'm not sure what she's saying exactly, but I think it has something to do with your dick. Do you -- I can't believe I'm asking you this -- do you think they might have something to say to each other?"

On hearing this question, his cock sprang up and bulged against the inseam of his pants. Before he could formulate a better, more cautious answer, he said, loudly, "Yes!"

"Oh, thank you, doctor! I'm so glad. Let's both get naked!" In one smooth movement of her hands, her skirt had fallen to the floor and she calmly stepped out of it.

Dr. Eisenstadt smiled and whispered an enthusiastic "YES!" as he watched Dr. Barton remove his clothes. Before long, both patient and prey were naked and clearly in a state of arousal.

Melody pointed at the examination table and Dr. Barton calmly walked over to it. He turned around and faced her once he reached his goal. She gave a gentle push on his chest, and he fell backwards onto the table.

Climbing on top of him, Melody asked, "Do you know what I want?"

"I do. I want what you want."

"I know you do." She ground into his stomach and felt his stiff cock sliding along her ass. As she straightened herself up, he took hold of his manhood and arched his back, slightly penetrating into her eager pussy.

Her leg muscles contracted as she felt his cock inside of her. Without any conscious effort, he was soon completely inside of her. She let out a scream of pleasure as she bounced up and down on him and savored the friction, the heat, and his rock-hard organ splitting her in a way that she had nearly forgotten about.

She leaned forward to kiss him as he reached his hands up to stroke, pinch, and squeeze her breasts. "Just wait 'til you see them when they're done," she whispered into his ear.

"I can't wait."

Dr. Eisenstadt slowly walked back up to the couple, so overcome by desire and lust that neither one of them noticed him until he spoke. "But you must wait. Five more days, to be precise."

Melody stopped moving and echoed him. "You must wait five more days."

"I must wait five more days." Dr. Barton repeated.

"Oh, please, you two. Don't stop just because I came into the room."

Melody quickly resumed her frantic motions and started panting and moaning once more.

"Melody, if you can hear me, I want you to say, I hear you, Dr. Eisenstadt."

"I hear you Dr. Eisenstadt."

"Kevin, if you can hear me, I want you to say, I hear you, Dr. Eisenstadt."

"I hear you Dr. Eisenstadt."

"Very good, both of you. Melody, what you are witnessing now is the strength of your pheromones. Right now, you can just use them for seducing anyone you want. Or rather, as the case is right now, seducing anyone I want you to. And, of course, while you are in the throes of passion, I can give you or your lover additional commands. Over the course of your next two appointments, I will make your pheromones stronger, more seductive, more controlling. You won't need to be fucking your target to control them. And you will be able to operate on my commands without close monitoring or supervision. Do you understand, Melody?"

"Yes."

"And you, Kevin. Your will has been subjugated. You will have no memory of what is happening right now, and you won't even care to think about the time you will have lost. But every command I give you, will sink deep into your subconscious, and you will act on them as though you thought of them yourself. Tomorrow, when you wake up, you will want to bring Melody in to testify before the entire NAMC. You will recommend testimony next week, and you will convince the rest of the committee to call her. Do you understand me, Kevin?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Good. Now, sex is all about pleasure. Your own pleasure and your partner's pleasure. I want you two to please each other. Please each other and please youreselves by extension. That's what I want the two of you to do now. Melody, every orgasm you feel today will be more powerful than the last. To begin with, I want you to cum now."

She let out a yelp of pleasure that lingered in the back of her throat for several minutes.

"Very good. Now I want you to slow down your motions as you regain your energy. As your energy increases, you will move faster. And then you will orgasm again. You will continue this process four more times, but you won't actively be counting your orgasms.

"Now, Kevin, that was Melody's first orgasm. I want you to commit the feel of it to your memory. When she begins her fifth orgasm, you, too, will have a massive orgasm and you will feel simultaneous pleasure as you collapse into each other's arms. Once you're done, you will each collect your clothes and belongings, return to your vehicles, and go home. After that, tomorrow is a new day.

"Do you understand?"

Melody and Kevin both responded, dispassionately, "I understand."

"Very good. I'll leave you two alone for a while. Enjoy this time."

"We will!" Melody screamed as Dr. Eisenstadt calmly walked out of the examination room.

Chapter 8

Cynthia Bloomfield looked around the table at the members of the Non-Augmented Mammaries Committee. "Does anyone have anything to report?"

After a brief murmur among different people wondering who would be the first to speak, Dr. Barton smiled. "I spoke with one of the pioneers of genetic breast augmentation and one of his current patients the other day."

"What do you have to report?" Cynthia looked down her nose at Dr. Barton.

"Well, for starters, he seems to be receptive to the desire of his patients to enlarge their breasts. The procedure is not quite what I anticipated, especially since the patient falls into a deep sleep -- almost a coma -- as a result of the therapy. I have some concerns over whether or not this could be causing some kind of brain damage."

"I think we should look into this. You said you interviewed one of his patients?"

"Yes. She was very honest and upfront about her desire to seek the treatment. With your permission, I'd like to bring her before the entire committee so we can depose her about her experience."

"That doesn't seem unreasonable. Do you think we should depose her before she completes her therapy, or should we wait until after?"

"I saw her when she had the fourth of six therapy sessions. That was three days ago, so after tomorrow, she'll have completed her therapy. It's unlikely that we'll be able to get her here before tomorrow."

"Very well. Do you have a means of contacting her?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Go ahead, then. Do you need a subpoena?"

"I don't think so but I'll reserve the right to use one."

"Let us know how it pans out. Does anyone else have anything to report? I realize it's early and we may just be making first contact with persons of interest, but I'm open to any status reports you can provide."

Veronica Meissner, who was in charge of researching the history of breast augmentation, reported that she had started researching the exact process of the long-defunct surgical technique that was popular in the 20th and the first half of the 21st century. "It involved actually implanting a type of balloon inside the patient's chest. Different objects were approved and pulled from the market for various reasons. Most recently, it was discovered that the implantation device would adhere itself to the surrounding muscle, thereby creating a situation where the breasts would actually lose density over a relatively short period of time. That was about eighty years ago."

"Fascinating. It's kind of frightening the lengths to which some women were willing to go, just for a bigger bustline," the chair of the committee mused.

Dr. Barton chimed in. "At least current procedures don't have the concerns associated with either the implantation device or undergoing surgery."

There was a grumble of begrudging assent before the committee adjourned for another week.

Chapter 9

Melody showed up for her sixth and final session early. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this excited. It was a happy feeling of excitement, not a nervous or anxious feeling. She couldn't be certain, but it almost seemed as though she was getting a better understanding of what her vagina had been trying to tell her these past few days.

She paused to admire her body reflected off of the glass in the door by the entrance to Dr. Eisenstadt's office. Even though she had found herself staring at her body nearly every time the opportunity had arisen, she hadn't tired of it. It echoed vaguely of a sense of narcissism that was more foreign than familiar to her. And the frequent masturbation didn't hurt, either. Whatever else was true, her doctor was definitely a genius.

She sat down in a seat, shuffled through a few magazines near her and decided she preferred playing with her breasts.

She was still fondling herself, squeezing, and admiring the firmness in her chest when Dr. Eisenstadt came into the waiting room and ushered her back to the examination room.

"Well, Melody! You seem energetic today. How's everything going?"

"Great! I can't believe you're almost done, but already I like what's been taking place."

"I'm glad to hear that. Care to tell me what's going on in your life right now?"

"Well, for starters, I've been touching myself a lot more and I think that's been helping me maintain a calmer attitude."

"Very good. Anything else?"

She paused for a minute, grasping for the right words. "Actually, yes. Do you ... do you remember that doctor who interviewed us a few days ago?"

"Yes......" Dr. Eisenstadt raised his voice as he hoped his command would hold.

"He called me this morning, asking me to testify before his committee."

"Really." The doctor gave no expression of relief. "Did he say what he wants you to testify about?"

"Just my overall experience in having the procedure done. Maybe they'll ask me why I'm doing this in the first place."

"You do realize that, unless you're provided with a subpoena, you're not required to go there."

"I know. But I want to tell them that their committee's got it all wrong. We should have more women getting this therapy, not less."

"I take it this means you're satisfied with your results thus far?"

"Absolutely!"

"Well, I see no reason why you couldn't appear before them if you'd be comfortable doing so."

"That's exactly my concern. I went into journalism because I'm more comfortable being an observer, not a participant."

"But haven't you already participated in some higher profile things? Didn't you ask the President herself a question in a recent press conference?"

"Well, yeah, but...."

"But what? You still did it! And I think you made a positive impression on her, too."

"Well, we'll find that out at my next press conference."

"You know what I think you should do? I think you should testify before the committee, and then write a story both on your experience with your augmentation therapy, and your subsequent testimony." He smiled.

"I'll call Dr. Barton back and tell him I'll testify before the committee. No suh-penis, er, subpoena necessary. And I don't have a single negative thing to say about you, so don't worry about that."

Her doctor quietly chuckled at her mispronunciation of the word 'subpoena.' "Just be honest. That's all anyone wants or expects of you." This was working out better than he had planned. If the word 'testify' has the same word origin as 'testicles,' then he really did have the committee by the balls, so to speak. "So, shall we conclude your therapy?"

"Yes, please!" Melody enthusiastically jumped on the examination table and started to undo her blouse.

"I need you to be completely naked for the final therapy. I'm going to cover your entire body this time."

"All right!"

In almost no time at all, Melody was standing in front of him, completely nude. Dr. Eisenstadt smiled. He knew full well that, at the start of these therapy sessions, but she would've been more tentative about the request, if she'd been willing at all to stand here naked.

"I'd say your nipples have grown to their final size and your breasts are nearly there."

"Thank you, Doctor!"

"You're very welcome. I'll be right back with the sponge that we'll use for the final treatment."

She jumped back up on the examination table and started to kick her legs anxiously. She calmed down when he returned.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes!"

"Very well. You know the routine. I just need you to relax."

She lay back and placed her hands behind her head. Starting at her neck, he started to rub the sponge across her chest. She let out a shudder as he covered both of her breasts, then her stomach, then her hips. This time, he simply repeated the word 'Relax,' saying little else.

By the time he had reached her vagina, she was rubbing her eyes in the anticipated drowsiness. She lowered her hands to her sides and was asleep.

"Can you hear me, Melody?"

Without moving her lips, she mumbled, "Yes, Doctor."

"I need you to stand up now, Melody."

She did so in a smooth, fluid motion.

He took the sponge and ran it along her back. After about five minutes, he had used the sponge to saturate her entire body.

"Very good, Melody. Please sit back down on the table now. Good. You may lie back down now."

He paced back and forth as he carefully considered giving her the final instructions she would need.

"As a part of this therapy, I have given you the necessary pheromones to allow you to seduce anyone you want to. And I am confident that you have been able to do this, as I watched you and Dr. Barton the other day.

"As a result of today's therapy, I am strengthening these pheromones. Now, you can convince any two people to engage in sexual intercourse with each other, in addition to sex with you. Do you understand, Melody?"

"Yes."

"Very good. Also, when someone is having sex on your command -- be that with you or with someone else -- their mind will be open to additional suggestions from you and you only. What this means is that you can tell someone that you need them to do something after the sex, and they will do it. Would you like an example, Melody?"

"Yes, please."

"Good. Let's say that two people are having sex on your command. While they're having sex, you could tell either one of them to buy you dinner when it's all over, and they would do that. Does that make sense?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now, in addition to that, whenever you hear me say 'Thanks for the mammaries,' you will instantly fall into the state you are in right now. You will fall into this deep sleep and you will do whatever I ask you to do. Just like you do now. Do you understand?"

"Good. That's all for now. I'm going to count to three and you'll be completely awake. One, coming higher and higher. Two, almost awake. Three, wake up!"

Melody sat up, rubbed her eyes, and said, "Is that it? Are we done?"

"Just about. Your body will finalize the changes when you sleep tonight. I would like to keep in contact with you, Melody, especially over the course of the next year or so, to make sure that everything works out as you'd like. Is that all right?"

"Of, of course, Dr. Eisenstadt!"

"Would you like some privacy as you put your clothes back on?"

"That won't be necessary," she smiled as she started to put her clothes back on.

"Very well, Melody. I'm going to take care of some final paperwork while you're doing that. Once you're fully dressed, please come over here to sign the final release forms."

A few minutes later, she was standing over his computer, touching her fingers to the glass of the forms, and validating that the therapy had been completed. Once she was finished with the forms, she said, "Well, I guess that's it."

"Yes, Melody. As we genetic therapists like to say, thanks for the mammaries."

Her body slumped slightly as the trigger he had left for her took effect. "One final thing, Melody. When you testify before the Itty Bitty Titty Committee, I want you to use your pheromones to get everyone on the committee to start fucking. While they're fucking, you will tell them that the committee must either be disbanded or change its focus to increase the rate of genetic breast augmentation. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Very good. When I clap my hands, you will wake up and not have any active memory of these commands. Are you ready? One... two ... three." He clapped his hands and she woke up.

"That's a cute pun, but not really my kind of humor."

"Sorry."

"That's all right. Would you like me to call you and tell you how my testimony goes?"

"If it wouldn't be too much trouble, I'd appreciate that."

"Can do, Doctor! Have a good day!"

"You, too." He couldn't help but notice that she was practically skipping out of his office. Yet another satisfied and, dare he say it? Reborn patient.

Chapter 10

Melody dressed in a conservative outfit for her testimony before the NAMC. Dr. Barton greeted her with a friendly smile and warm handshake outside the conference room the committee had booked for their weekly meetings.

After greeting him, she stood up straight, with her hands by her sides, wordlessly showing off her new, shapely form, to the charming young doctor she had met a few days earlier.

"Wow! You look great. Are you happy with the results?"

"Oh, yeah!"

"Out of curiosity, did you bring any pictures of yourself from before the therapy began?"

"I did. Would you like them now?"

"Not quite yet. Honestly, I'm not sure we're going to want to see them, but I was wondering if we'd get a sense of the 'before-and-after' on your path to your current body size."

"That seems fair. I've got one question for you, if you don't mind."

"What's that?"

"Since I'm a journalist, may I report on my testimony, or will it be classified until the committee finalizes its findings?"

"It'll probably be classified but we can confirm that with Cynthia Bloomfield. She's the --"

"The chair of the committee. I know. She was introduced at President Stanford's press conference a couple of weeks ago."

"I forgot you were there!"