Chapter 2 - bacon and eclairs

All this stayed as fantasy until I met Sallie Ann. She was excellent at feeding my fantasies - and she soon became excellent at feeding me, virtually that is. At first, we roleplayed the usual stuff, but soon she started suggesting that I eat as we chatted.

"What do you have around there to eat?" she asked innocently enough. When I said nothing, she found an excuse to leave the chat. I resolved to stock up on some goodies, and the next day, she was pleased when I had a half-dozen eclairs at the ready.

As we roleplayed, she encouraged me to eat and enjoy myself. She said it would make the roleplay more intense, and it did. Gulping down all those calories made me feel like I was no longer living a fiction, that the fantasy was becoming real.

Too real, as I found out this morning.

Like many who gain weight slowly, I was in denial. And Sallie Ann was always trying to get me to weigh myself, which initially I did. But later, I made excuses, perhaps knowing that I was gaining weight and really not wanting to acknowledge it. I imagined that my slender man's metabolism would never be beat by all those foods I was eating during these chats.

That brings us to today's chat. It was a usual day at work. I am an accountant for a textbook publisher, and at slow times during the day, I would chat or roleplay with Sallie Ann or others.

We were roleplaying the usual scenario where Sallie Ann stuffed me. In real life, she had encouraged me to stuff myself with three bacon, egg and cheese biscuits; an order of Arby's biscuits and gravy; a dozen Little Debbie Swiss rolls; and two of six eclairs. I kept Sallie Ann posted on my gluttonous progress as we finished one fattening scenario and started another.

I could feel and see my rounded belly pushing against my shirt and tight work pants. I was at work, and I had shut my office door for some privacy, putting a note on it that I was working on accounts and did not want to be disturbed. I looked down to see that my shirt had started to gape open from my expanding belly.

I told myself that this was just something temporary, just some bloat from all that food. How wrong I was!

I started to eat another eclair as I read Sallie Ann's latest.

Sallie Ann (10:07 am): I slap your belly before getting up and getting something for you. "I kinda figured you'd be starving so I've got some food in the kitchen fridge for you." I smile openly at your tall figure and your belly bump.

Tom (10:09 am): "Don't make me wait too long. I am very hungry for some strange reason, dear." (I'm eating my third éclair).

Sallie Ann (10:10 am): (How many more eclairs do you have, Tom?) I come back to you with a plate full of pancakes with bacon bits cooked inside them. "Enjoy. There's a surprise in the pancakes," I smile at you openly.

Tom (10:12 am): "Mmmmmmm," I say, taking a big bite. "What is that great taste in there, and so crunchy? Bacon!?" I devour pancake after pancake. I feel your eyes upon me, and I occasionally look up to see you and smile at you. (I have three more eclairs. I just finished that one)

Sallie Ann (10:13 am): "Yes....a whole pound of bacon," I say as I wink at you flirtatiously. (Eat the fourth one, right now, Tommy. I command you)

Tom (10:16 am): (I'm eating the fourth, as you wish, dear) "Mmmmm, speaking of pounds, you're gonna put many a pound on me before it's all over, I imagine." I finish a plateful and lean back and rub my distended belly, still with my pants down.

Sallie Ann (10:17 am): "Let's retire to the bedroom, big boy, and I'll bring some dessert." (Eat all those eclairs as quickly as you can!)

(to be continued)