Chapter 3 - a popped button

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!)

Tom (10:20 am): (Oh my gawd. You will not believe what has happened to me right now. I'm leaning back in my chair taking a deep sign, and my button popped off my Docker pants. )

Sallie Ann (10:21 am): Oh my goodness.... Really? Goodbye, fantasy roleplay. Hello, delicious reality! Haha.

Tom (10:23 am): Really, I almost didn't find my pants' button. It didn't fall into the floor, but just got caught in the creases of my, uh, fat, haha, I'm fat now. I can see that I am soft and fat. When did this happen to me?

Sallie (10:23 am): Haha, fatty, fatty, fatty! I'm going to call you Tubby Tom from now on.

Tom (10:25am): I really am getting fat. I can't believe it.

Sallie Ann (10:27 am): Well, I can believe it, Tommy! You're not just getting fat. You are fat - fat enough to pop a button, haha. Your precious metabolism has finally given way to all that extra stuffing you've been doing while we chat.

Tom (10:28 am): Maybe I'm just bloated. That has to be what's going on.

Sallie Ann (10:29 am): You've been bloated before, and this never happened before. Face it, Thomas, you are growing a belly now. Haha. I knew this might happen if I kept you eating so much while we chat and RP.

Tom (10:31 am): Why didn't you warn me or something that this might happen?

Sallie Ann (10:32 am): Haha, and ruin all the fun? LOL, awww, Tom.

Tom: (10:34 am): I'm looking for a safety pin or something in my desk. I can't walk about of here with my pants gaping open.

Sallie Ann (10:35 am): If you do, I doubt you will surprise your co-workers. They've probably been noticing how bigger you've been getting.

Tom: (10:36 am): But why didn't anyone say anything if that were the case?

Sallie Ann (10:36 am): People are too polite to bring this up when they see someone packing on the pounds.

Tom (10:38 am): You think they've been talking about me?

Sallie Ann (10:39 am): Probably so. They probably have an office pool on how soon you have to buy new pants, hahaahahha.

Tom (10:40 am): For some reason, that is turning me on, just thinking about that.

Sallie Ann (10:41 am): Excellent! *laughing a wicked laugh.

Tom (10:42 am) Oh my god, and I'm even sitting here now mindlessly eating another éclair. What is happening to me?

Sallie Ann (10:42 am): You are turning into a regular porker! There's no turning back.

Tom (10:43 am): You're kidding, aren't you? Tell me you're kidding.

Sallie Ann (10:45 am): I'm kidding (NOT!).

Tom (10:46 am): What's going to happen now?

Sallie Ann (10:47 am): Right now, you're going to finish those eclairs, then go and have a big lunch.

Tom (10:48 am): I'm starting the fifth éclair right now.

Sallie Ann (10:50 am): I've seen this kind of thing before, Tommy. Long term, you are going to become overweight, then obese, then practically disabled by fat, until you die of a heart attack while eating lasagna, ahah.

Tom (10:52 am): Not funny!

Sallie Ann (10:53 am): But you are turned on by the notion, aren't you?

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