The first few days, Jon was rarely without an erection.
There were breasts everywhere. FemCorp had obviously told the police not to enforce any laws against female toplessness. At first, even without the legal threat, most women tried to be discreet when they were feeding men, if only to save their sons, husbands, fathers, and other male relatives from embarrassment.
The reticence didn't last long.
In school, the girls never bothered hiding themselves. Most of them were proud of their enhanced busts, and subtly or not-so-subtly enjoyed the power they now had over their male classmates. School was agony for many boys, Jon included, as the sight of so many firm teenage tits gave them raging hard ons they could not do anything about until they got home.
Even formerly plain teachers began showing acres of cleavage, not caring how distracted they were making their male students (let alone their colleagues.)
Very quickly, that attitude seem to spread outside the school. In the mall, Jon noticed crowds of women in the food court, stuffing their faces, while their husbands waited patiently to be fed on couches FemCorp had provided for that purpose. The couches were arranged in rows, out in the open, and men seemed happy to slurp at a nipple while women carried on conversations around them.
It got so that even Jon's mom began wearing low cut clothing that revealed most of her breasts. She claimed it made feedings easier. Jon did his best to hide how stimulating he found her new look.
"Jon?"
He blinked, shaking his head. It was now three weeks into the experiment. Karyn had dragged him to the mall so she could buy some new clothing. The large quantities of food she'd been eating had quickly added some weight to her hips, chest, and ass.
"Sorry. Just distracted."
"Were you watching Sarah over there? Did she really have Biff on a leash?"
Jon had been watching Sarah. The head cheerleader had never been shy about exposing her chest, and now she was walking around basically topless. Biff, her boyfriend, had been following behind... and yes, he'd been wearing a leather collar and a leash.
What had really drawn Jon's attention was something else about the scene. It was hard to tell, but he could have sworn that Biff was standing a little shorter than he had been before the experiment started. As the recipient of major bullying from the jock, Jon had some idea of just how big a guy Biff was. Now... well, he was smaller, somehow. Not just shorter, but less muscular as well.
"Jon? You're spacing out again. Did you get enough to eat?"
Instinctively, Jon touched his stomach. He hadn't and his hunger was beginning to make itself known.
"I'm... I'm okay."
"Bullshit, Jon. Why don't you let me feed you? We can do it in the bathroom if that would make you feel better."
Jon grimaced. The bathroom would be an improvement over one of the couches, wouldn't it?
