chapter 2

Bret and Jenny started talking every night. She was in a different time zone so he would always wait until about 11pm to call. Even if his girlfriend came over, he would make up an excuse and call Jenny from his car, "sorry babe, gotta grab some stuff from the store."

They talked about their part time jobs they worked while they were in school. They talked about class. The really did click, and they laughed constantly, but it's no surprise, the conversation always circled back to....feederism.

They talked about their fantasies, and the conversations got very heavy...no pun intended.

"So," Jenny said softly, "if you were here right now, what would you do to me?"

Bret paused..."well, I would come sit next to you on the bed. I'd look you in the eye and rub your back. I know you've had a long day at work, and you're starving."

"I'll take my other hand," he continued, "and I'll start rubbing your belly. Wait a second, your belly seems kind of full, did you eat something on the way home from work??"

Jenny burst out laughing "how'd you know?! I stopped at Wendy's, I couldn't make it to the house!"

"Mmm..." she moaned, "keep going."

"Ok, so I'm rubbing your belly and I start kissing you. Now I've got one hand behind your head and the other rubbing your belly. We're really making out at this point."

Bret continued, "I take your shirt off slowly. Then I stop for a second to admire your huge breasts spilling out over your bra. Then I can't help but stare at your belly spilling over your jeans."

"Oh my God, hot" she interjected.

"I'm not done," said Bret.

"Ok, then I reach behind me and surprise you with something, I brought home a dozen donuts, all different kinds."

"Oh my God, yes, bring home donuts every day, but mostly Boston Cremes, those are my favorite," Jenny said.

"You got it," Bret said laughing, "one dozen Boston Cremes. I start feeding them to you and you're taking really big bites. You're getting cream filling all over your face, but I make sure to take my fingers and redirect all the smeared filling right back to your mouth where you suck it right off my fingers."

"By the 6th donut you start slowing down. You're taking deep breaths. I hold your hand and ask you to stand up. I unbotton your jeans below your belly and I pull down your jeans and your panties. I then ask you to sit back down. I rub my hand back across your belly, it's feeling really distended, but this time I move beneath your gut and start fingering you. We resume making out. I am blown away at how wet you are, holy shit."

"Bret, this is sooo hot, I'm touching myself right now, don't stop!"

"Ok, so we're really making out hard, and I've got two fingers deep, deep inside you. Then I whisper into your ear, quietly, but just enough for you to hear me, "Jenny, I want you to know something..."

"Yes, tell me Bret" she said through the phone.

"I am going to make you so, so, so much fatter."

"Ohhh, fuck yes," Jenny said.

"Then I start taking my own clothes off. You lay back on the bad, you're so bloated but you're sooo horny. I climb on top of you and then..."

Bret's girlfriend was clicking in over the phone. He realized she was trying to get into the front door of his apartment.

"Shit! I gotta go, I'm sorry."

Bret hung up.