It didn't take him long to drain the girl.
When he was done, Karyn and the other woman helped her get dressed, minus her bra, which was soaked. Jon kept his back turned.
Once that was done, the girl, whose name was Beth, shyly thanked him.
"Does it always feel like that?" she murmured, glancing at Karyn and the woman.
Karyn blushed, but the woman laughed. "It sure does. That's the best part of this whole experiment, if you ask me. That and the fact that if my cheating boyfriend cheats on me again, I can just starve him to death."
Jon frowned, unsure if the woman was kidding.
"Don't look at me like that." She returned his glare. "I'm just saying that it's about time women have something to hold over men besides sex. Plus, we don't have to cook for them anymore, either."
While he wanted to protest -- to say something, anyway -- the woman intimidated him. She was taller, older, and her breasts were right in his face. Finally, Karyn dragged him away.
Beth followed them out, still clutching her wet bra.
"Hey," she said, trying to catch up. "Did I hear you're going to Victoria's Secret?"
Karyn nodded. She'd mentioned it when they were on their way out the door.
"Could you... take me? I need to get something to replace this." She held up the thin strips of soaked white cotton, little better than a training bra. "It wasn't really fitting right anyway."
Without asking for his input, the two girls quickly agreed. Jon just shrugged. He could think of worse things than hanging out in Victoria's Secret with his friend Karyn. And he felt some kind of strange connection to Beth after feeding from her... like they were closer now, than they had any right to be.
This was only Jon's second time in a mall since the great experiment had begun, and the last time he'd been with his mom. He wasn't prepared for the changes the greeted him when they approached the lingerie store.
Karyn noticed his surprise. "They never carried bras that would fit bustier women," she explained. "But now all women are very busty. If they hadn't adjusted, they'd be out of business."
That explained the mannequins and the photographs of models that hung in the big windows at the front of the store. Both were plus size now... and that was being rather generous. The mannequin at the center of the store clearly had a bit of a tummy.
"It's not just cup size, either, is it?"
Karyn smiled, shaking her head. "Haven't you noticed the lack of really skinny women around town lately? We're all eating so much, we've gained weight. Even Sarah is looking chunkier."
Thinking about it, Jon realized his friend was right. The woman in the bathroom had been quite large. Sarah was pudgy. His mom had battled with weight for years, but lately it was like she'd just given up.
To Jon, that still didn't explain the mannequins or the models. Women had never measured up to the standards Victoria Secret set. He tried to convey this idea to Karyn, but it was Beth who broke in to clarify.
"The models portray women as they wish they could be."
"And?"
"Women don't wish to be that way anymore. They can't be that way now."
"It's more than that," Karyn added. "The reason we wanted to look like the models is because we believed men wanted us to look like that. And men still want that, except..."
"Except what?"
"We don't have to pay attention to you anymore. If you don't like the way a woman looks, she can just refuse to feed you. Now we can look the way we want to look, and thus everything has changed to reflect that."
Jon thought about that as Beth and Karyn went deeper into the store to find something for the younger girl to wear. Like everywhere else women congregated, there was one of the ubiquitous feeding couches. The woman occupying it was quite large and round, perhaps in her late forties. Suckling at her left breast was a teenage boy about Jon's age and a much older, slightly balding man fed from the other.
The woman was talking on her cell phone, complaining to someone about her chapped nipples. Behind her was an ad for Victoria's Secret's new line of stylish nursing bras.
"JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE A FAMILY TO FEED DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN'T BE SEXY," read the copy.
