The Rise and Fall of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee
Copyright© 2008 by Mudak
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - President Eileen Stanford organizes a governmental committee dedicated to researching means of reducing the demand for genetic breast augmentation. One of the pioneers of the process, though, has other ideas in mind.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Reluctant Mind Control Drunk/Drugged Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Science Fiction Group Sex Orgy Masturbation Exhibitionism Voyeurism Big Breasts Transformation
Melody woke up the following morning with a start.
Her heart pounding, she stood up and looked at herself in the mirror. She smiled as she gazed at her reflection, eyes dropping down to her nipples, which were quite visible through the thin cotton fabric of her nightshirt.
She lifted the bottom of her shirt and confirmed what she knew from the moment she woke up: her panties were soaked.
Sighing, she rolled her panties down to her ankles and stepped out of them. Standing upright again, she looked down between her legs and asked, "You going to soak whatever I put on down there?"
She laughed at the thought of asking a question of her own vagina. She let out a gasp as she felt a slight vibration between her legs.
That was ... interesting timing, she thought. Is my pussy responding to my question?
She squinted her eyes as she ran her hand up and down her thigh. She almost brought her hand between her legs when she thought better of it. She felt a second vibration and, before she could register what had happened, she had fallen back and was now sitting on her bed.
After biting her lip and a little bit more hesitation, she finally said, again aloud, "Oh, fuck it."
The tips of her fingers landed directly on her clit and she grasped it between her thumb and forefinger before she started to move it around slightly, allowing the bone behind her clit to act as both the support and focus of her motions. It didn't take long before the moisture that had permeated the fabric of her underwear, was oozing slowly onto the tips of her other three fingers.
She leaned back and closed her eyes. As her hand was exploring the subtle folds of skin between her legs, she imagined Dr. Eisenstadt rubbing a cold, moist sponge between her legs. As this image flashed in her head, she lifted her head and looked down between her legs.
"You're ... you're jealous, aren't you? You want to be my tits, don't you, you pussy?"
Melody could have sworn she heard a disembodied voice whisper, "Yes" as her body succumbed to a miniature orgasm. Both happened just as her middle finger had found its way inside of her.
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