Chapter 4 - blaming sallie ann

Tom (10:54 am): How did you know?

Sallie Ann (10:55 am): Like I said, I've seen this kind of thing before. You are so obsessed with eating, gaining weight and sexual arousal that you will stop for nothing, hehe.

Tom (10:57 am): I am embarrassed about this. It's your fault, you know!

Sallie Ann (10:58 am): My fault? I never made you eat all that junk. Awww, Tommy, don't blame me for this.

Tom (11:00 am): Oh my, I've finished the last éclair, and my belly looks bigger than it's ever been. Good lord, I have love handles! How could this have happened without me even noticing?

Sallie Ann (11:02 am): Part of you did notice and was turned on by your bulging bod. But your consciousness would not allow you to see what was happening.

Tom (11:04 am): You've fattened me right out of my pants in a roleplay, SA!

Sallie Ann (11:05 am): Lil old me?

Tom (11:06 am): You should be ashamed of yourself!

Sallie Ann (11:07 am): Haha, and yet . . . I feel strangely proud of what I have accomplished. You aren't the first roleplay partner I have added some chub to. There have been others.

Tom (11:08 am): Others? More than one other. Like that's supposed to make me feel good. It just makes me angry at you and - and - so flustered I can't think -

Sallie Ann (11:10 am): And aroused! Haha. Face it, Tubs, some part of you likes this. It turns you on!

Tom (11:12 am): I hate that you know me so well.

Sallie Ann (11:13 am): And I know that you're about 200 pounds of loving, Tom. Mmmmmm, you're a nice size for love . . . and lovemaking. To be riding on top of your belly right now, mmmmm, would be so wonderful!

Tom (11:15 am): Wow, that roleplay was so hot, and now, losing a button off my loosest pair of pants. Woah! I am rather aroused by all this.

Sallie Ann (11:16 am): Imagine me on top of you right now, your belly up against me, so round and soft.

Tom (11:18 am): You turn me on, sexy!

Sallie Ann (11:18 am): Well, I do try, lol.

Tom (11:20 am): You don't have to try . . . It's just what you do, being you!

Sallie Ann (11:21 am): True.

Tom (11:21 am): We've chatted for a long time now, and I've got to go. Gotta find something to hold up my pants.

Sallie Ann (11:23 am): Bye bye, Tubby Tom!

Tom (11:25 am): I've really enjoyed our chat today, and to have it end with a popped button, mmmmm, it doesn't get any better than this.

Sallie Ann (11:26 am): Indeed. At least not until you hit 300 pounds.

Tom (11:26 am): Very funny.

Sallie Ann (11:28 am): And yet very true. Remember, you aren't the first thin guy I've plumpened up through roleplaying and feeding online. Both the others are now well over 300 pounds. I'm glad I could help you get started on your way to more and more pleasure.

Tom (11:29 am): You're killing me, dear. I better go before I cum.

Sallie Ann (11:31 am): Have an extra-large lunch, and think of me with every bite you take.

Tom (11:32 am): I don't think I'll be able to do anything else. Bye.

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And so, there you have it, the sad story of my start toward a fat future. And I have finished an entire half-gallon carton of Rocky Road ice cream while typing my story for you.

Please, I warn you: Do not follow my lead.

And if you are ever chatting in a weight-gain chatroom, and you meet someone named Sallie Ann, run, run as fast as you can!

Because if you don't, you may find yourself too fat to ever run again.