This choice: 4chan is infectious to Miss Strong, in more ways than one. • Go Back... Over the last few months Tara had a few experiences that, while not weird in themselves, were to her mind unusual and even unprofessional. It started with getting the hiccups for a full hour during a recording session. She just couldn't stop them. Voice actors get hiccups same as anyone, but everyone there was surprised by how long they lasted.
Then it happened a gain just a month later at a convention. Tara was signing autographs, talking with fans, enjoying herself as she always did at those things, when once again she couldn't stop hiccuping for nearly an hour again. It was embarrassing, and a little painful towards the end, that it convinced her to see a doctor who told her, predictably, that those things just happen. She felt completely fine otherwise.
It was the third instance that really concerned, though. It was at another convention just a few weeks before. She had been feeling gassy that day, and was burping more and more throughout the day. She was finding it harder to hide them, too. By the end of the day, every minute or so her tummy would bubble and groan, and she'd have no choice but to hide her face as she belched. The fans were surprised, although not nearly as embarrassed for her as she was. She was a popular voice actor, both loved for her talents as for her friendliness at conventions, her willingness to chat with fans about her work. It helped, she knew, that she was a stunningly beautiful woman. This gas attack was getting the better of her, though. She decided to call it a night early, as feeling bloated and gassy and constantly having to stifle belches wasn't fair to her the fans who waited to see her. However, there was one last person waiting, some young guy who like everyone else respected her work. He looked familiar, and seemed to remember seeing him at conventions before. He wasn't a creepy looking person, but he gave Tara an unsettling feeling.
"I say this to everyone, but . .. urp, oh, excuse me . . . do you go these conventions often?" Tara burped again, punctuating the sentence, as she handed a signed photo of herself back.
"I do, but this is the first time I've been to your booth. Nothing against you, I love your work, there's just always such a line."
Tara laughed, "Oh, I know-uuuurp-oh, excuse me."
"Don't mention it," he smiled oddly. Tara saw him watching her as she closed up early and headed to her room. The bloating went down in time, but she couldn't help thinking of that oddly normal young man.
It was a few weeks when she saw the video. It just popped up on YouTube under the title of "Tara Strong gas attack." She wasn't pleased to see herself like that, and was even less pleased to see a related video of her hiccuping at the prior convention. Some few minutes of internet searching led her a discussion board where, it appeared, this "MageMasterMagicMan" had originally posted them.
"Great, 4chan," she muttered.
Entire strings up "Great video!" and "So hot!" lead from the videos. She had seen comments about her like that before, but seeing them about her belching up a storm in public made her uneasy. It was when she got the head of the thread, a request to this MMMM person, that she went from uneasy to creeped out.
"Hey, Mage, Tara Strong would be really hot if you gave her some major gas. Just imagine her burping and bloated in public and not able to get away."
Tara saw some others agree. They especially liked the idea of her breasts bouncing as she burped. It would have made Tara sick had she not been aware of the internet, and 4chan in particular, already. It was just such a huge coincidence. When she got the bottom of the thread, she saw the MageMan respond.
"I'll see what I can do."
That was ridiculous, of course. You can't make somebody have gas just because some people on the internet asked you to. But there was more. She found an earlier thread coinciding with her last convention, where the hiccups had her half the time, and the request, responses, and MagicMan's final response were identical.
What's going on here? Tara thought. She was actually worried now. Even if she didn't believe anything magical was happening, the idea that maybe she was being secretly drugged to get gas or hiccups or whatever else these weirdos wanted to see would be enough to freak anybody out. Tara went down along the similar threads, eventually finding another request that struck her as far worse than the others.
"Hey, MageMagicMastman, Tara strong burping is cute and all but what she really needs to do is gain like fifty pounds." Others agreed. Tara did not. She had a fantastic body and regularly worked out and ate healthily to keep it that way. She'd no sooner gain weight than an actor in front of the camera would. So, she couldn't help but feel a chill when she reached the bottom of the thread and saw MageMan's response, posted just this morning.
"I'll see what we can do. In time for ClevelandCon in one month!"   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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