chapter 3

Two days later Bret called Jenny, she didn't answer.

He was pretty sure she was busy working so he gave it another day. He called her late at night when he knew she was off of work.

Jenny answered, "hey."

"Um, hey," said Bret, "what's up?"

"Not much" Jenny said, "listen I'm going out with friends tonight so I can't really talk, maybe some other time?"

"No prob, but listen, I'm sorry about the other night, something came up and I had to run," Bret apologized.

"It's alright, I was just kind of hurt. And I know you live on the other side of the country and all, but, look, I gotta go."

Jenny hung up.

Bret realized he screwed up, but at the same time he told himself that she lived on the other side of the country and would be difficult to date, so his life went back to normal for a while.

His skinny blonde girlfriend would come over every other night and they would have sex. He would think about fat girls, feeding fat girls, measuring fat girls, weighing fat girls on a scale, all while he was inside of his girlfriend.

Eventually Bret went back home for the summer and he and his girlfriend broke up.

Bret tried to reach out to Jenny by phone but she stopped responding. He emailed her, but got the same result....nothing.

Months would go by and he would try again...nothing.

Then an entire year had passed since their last conversation. Bret hadn't met another girl with a feeding fetish online or in person since. He started to realize how rare women like Jenny were.

He figured he was still young so he had plenty of time to meet the feedee of his dreams. Then quickly, another year would pass by.

He had no problem meeting girls, sleeping with them, or dating them, but he never met anyone like Jenny.

Bret graduated college and his career took off. He was successful, but he was unhappy. Before he knew it he was 30 years old, a decade had past since he first spoke with Jenny.

He decided to do something a little crazy. He started making a plan. If Jenny wouldn't talk to him....maybe he could....find a way to talk to her? Maybe he could...create his own destiny rather than waiting for it to happen on its own?