Exposure therapy.

Sherry made up her mind. She hesitantly nodded and the stranger placed a hand on her shoulder. "Good. I'm Amy, by the way." As she spoke, she retrieved a pair of scissors from her purse and sliced Sherry's thin shirt in half up the front.

Ted thought more about his ideal world. Women would routinely expose their breasts and even let people touch them, but it wasn't quite right. He considered it thoughtfully for a second, then began to write.

Sherry jumped in surprise, her arms moving instinctively to cover her newly-exposed chest. Amy quickly reached forward and pre-emptively covered them with her own hands. Sherry felt an intense jolt of pleasure and sighed, slumping forward. Her breasts would have been completely exposed if they weren't being kneaded by Amy, but she didn't care."Did you know that there have been fewer than a dozen documented cases of people suffering from both scopomastophobia and mammary anhedonia? At that point I'd just lop the fucking things off!" Amy joked. Sherry chuckled thickly, not really following Amy but wanting it to look like she was.

"I think it's a little gift from God to make up for the fear. Not only is mammary anhedonia rare among scopomastophobes, they tend to be extremely sensitive. The calm, relaxed state of having a nice set of hands pressing, pulling, kneading your delicate mounds... well, it's almost trancelike. Wouldn't you say, Sherry?"

"Yeah," Sherry said dreamily. "It's like... wait, are you- you just cut my shirt!" Her indignation was half-hearted but she went to remove the older woman's hands. Amy allowed this, and as soon as they were off Sherry blinked twice before her eyes widened.

"You just groped me! What the fuck?" she asked furiously, covering her chest. "You can't just do that! And you destroyed my fucking shirt! How would you like it if I just starting rubbing your tits?"

Amy smiled. "You know I'd love it, just like you loved when I was feeling you up. Like I said, it's our gift from God - nobody loves a good massage more than a scopomastophobe. Honestly, feel free. I basically turn into a zombie. You could probably parade me around the store and I'd barely notice."

Ok, the mammary anhedonia entry stated that it was abnormal for a person to receive anything less than otherworldly pleasure from a breast massage. Ted decided he should add something for the massager, not just the massagee.

Sherry was shocked at how Amy wilted under her hands. She felt the old familiar thrill of power as her hands ran across her interlocutor's chest. "Turn around and raise your arms."The woman did as she said, starting to wake up but quickly melting back into a trance as Sherry briefly removed her hands so she could take Amy from behind. Amy once again sighed and slumped, starting to collapse into Sherry.

"On your feet!" Sherry hissed into her ear. "Grab the cart handles."

Amy did as she was told and Sherry proceeded to walk her forward. The power to make this suggestible dolt wander around the store was overwhelming and she breathed deep. She took Amy to the end of the aisle and turned.

They were on the main concourse of the store, flanked by checkout lines and gaudy displays. There were a dozen or more people milling around and some looked oddly at them for a second but quickly returned to what they were doing.

"Head up, bitch." The older woman's head was sagging as she moved forward, too ensorcelled to keep it upright. At Sherry's command her head shot up and her eyes opened slightly more.

"Mmm. You, uhm." Sherry was amazed to hear Amy **** out words in a struggle to talk. "Yourrrrrrr..."

"What?" she asked impatiently.

"Your tits are out."