I Wish

Chapter 1

Alyssa leaned back in her office chair as her eyes scanned the words that splayed forth across the screen in disbelief.

The screen said: I can do that for you, darling. All you have to do is type "I wish".

She read the words again, this time out loud, interrupting the ever-present silence that permeated her small apartment. She pondered his offer with a smile on her face. Of course it wasn't real. None of this was. She had met xXxtremefatlover699 two weeks ago on Feabie, and they had been going back and forth with their torrid feeding fantasies on a nightly basis since. Alyssa had been into feederism for as long as she could remember, maybe even before that. She had always gravitated towards larger bodies, but could never quite explain why. Cartoons where the characters got fatter or their bodies inflated were always incredibly special to her. She would secretly watch her most cherished cartoons over and over again while imagining what it would feel like if it was her body swelling up with fat and becoming large and soft. Even her first crush in school was on the fat boy in sixth grade. The Hansel and Gretel story was her absolute favorite, though. The idea of being taken against your will and forced to become hopelessly fat was the biggest turn on of all. The signs of her true nature were always there. Breadcrumbs if you will.

"I wish!" she whispered but didn't dare type the words back. It would give the words meaning and make them real.

She had grown up with this hidden desire always lurking beneath the surface, but she had never acted on it. She was always too skinny and too pretty to give in to her fantasies. In high school she had competed in cheerleading, dated the star athlete and been undeniably popular. College changed all of that. Without competitive cheerleading to keep her fit and her boyfriend to keep her motivated to maintain her strict diet, she had fallen into bad habits and gained the freshman 15 and then some. It had gotten progressively worse now that she was out of college and working. When she had moved into this apartment and stated her first real job, she weighed 140 pounds. Not huge, but not high school skinny. That was six months ago. The sedentary nature of remote work and her nonstop snacking and Door-dashing had seen her figure bloom from slightly thick to a pleasantly plump 180 pounds. Her belly softened and rounded, stretching out to pillowy sides and hips resting atop a substantially generous ass. Her breasts had always been large. Now they were literally exploding with fat and testing the limits her overtaxed H cup bras.

Alyssa had watched her own metamorphosis into a fat girl with awe and admiration. She would stand in front of the mirror every morning, lovingly caressing every new curve and each new red or silver stretch mark as though they were a monumental achievement. And really, this growing body was an achievement in her mind. She had dreamed about being a big girl for so long and, now that she was finally moving towards what she had always wanted to be, it was exhilarating. It was somewhat lonely as well. While she was greatly enjoying her newfound fatness, what she wanted even more was someone to share it with. Maybe a feeder or an encourager to really take her gains to the next level. Someone who would understand her and love this part of who she was. That longing for connection had compelled her to join Feabie. She just wanted to see what was out there. Her bio instantly attracted a lot of attention. It was honestly hard to sort through all the offers from men and some women who were all more than willing to help her fulfill her feedee fantasies. Then one afternoon during her lunch break she had opened Feabie to find a message from xXxtremefatlover699. She immediately knew that he was the one she had been searching for.

He had messaged her: 140 to 180 is good, but I can do better.

"I wish!" she practically whimpered to herself, overcome with the ecstasy of remembering their sexy banter over the past fourteen days.

Oh, really? She had replied back. How would you do better?

His reply was almost instantaneous, like he had been watching his message inbox waiting for her response to appear: I would make you into my big, fat princess. I would take you away from your life and keep you locked up, constantly eating and growing for me.

That was all he had to say. She was hooked. She had read his explanation of how he would do better probably a thousand times in the interim. It was the single sexiest thing she had ever read. This initial interaction swiftly segued into a full on internet romance. Every day she was scrambling to finish work early so that she could DM back and forth with xXxtremefatlover699. It had taken over her entire life. They would briefly converse about their day, but it never took long for the topic to shift towards her appetite, and her fattened body, and what he plans he had in store for it. She was consuming a dizzying amount of calories. Every single day. For breakfast she was to eat as many donuts as she possibly could from the Krispy Kreme that was only a block up the street. He would command her to order pizzas, and fried chicken and sushi through out the day. He paid of course, always sending her plenty of money through CashApp. He would even have her go out in the middle of the night to get multiple pints of ice cream from the gas station.

Her appetite had been growing significantly with the addition of all the carbs and sugar and calories. She could feel her clothes tightening around her expanding frame. The sensation was overwhelmingly sexy. This morning she had weighed herself and was amazed to discover that she had ballooned to 187 pounds in the space of two weeks. That was almost four pounds a week. What a fat ass she was becoming. She could feel her jeans digging into her love handles right now. She absentmindedly squeezed them in her hands and stared back at the screen. Her lips trembled as she reread what she had asked him to do. What he had told her he would do. All she had to do was type "I wish". She could hardly believe she had shared her deepest, darkest desire with him.

She had typed to him: I'm so bored with my life. I want you to come take me away. Please lock me up and feed me and make me fatter forever. I want to give over total control of my body and my weight to you. I want you to make me into your big, fat princess prisoner.

You do? He typed back to her. You really do?

Yes. I want it more than anything.

Be careful what you wish for.

I want this. I need this. She had felt silly typing this, but it was only a fantasy after all. None of this was actually going to happen. It was all just talk.

I can do that for you, darling. All you have to do is type "I wish".

She held her breath for a moment and traced circles around her fat, doughy belly. She contemplated her fat stomach becoming larger and swelling up with layers of blubber. She exhaled with a shiver of ecstasy and typed the words into the keyboard.

I wish.

And then nothing happened. xXxtremefatlover699 didn't answer for a very long time. It was all so anticlimactic. What had she expected? For him to burst through the door with restraints and spirit her away to a fat woman dungeon? For her body to magically fatten up to 300 pounds in an instant? She felt a little foolish sharing this part of her with a complete stranger. She picked up a half finished box of Oreos and shoved each one into her mouth with voracious rapidity. A feeling of fullness radiated like warmth through her body and she gave her belly a good shake, enjoying just how gloriously fat she felt. Suddenly the computer indicated to her that she had a new message. It startled her so much she almost fell out of the chair.

I promise I will do my best to fulfill your wish, darling. See you soon.

Then he logged off without saying good night. That was not how their usual evening goodbye ritual went. It was downright strange. What had he even meant by that? See you soon? She was here in Orlando and he was supposedly all the way in Seattle. Supposedly. That word lingered in her mind. Supposedly in Seattle. She actually had no idea where xXxtremefatlover699 lived or if they were even really a man like she had envisioned. She didn't know anything about this person that she had shared so many intimate details of her psyche with. The more she thought about it, the scarier the thought became.

She got up and trudged over to the kitchen. There was a half empty bottle of red wine on top of the refrigerator and she drank what was left directly from the bottle. She hoped a little liquid courage would help her get over the newfound uneasiness she had over her online relationship with a random internet fat fetishist. She surveyed the rest of the kitchen for something to eat. She was absolutely starving. She picked up the heaviness of her newly grown apron belly and let it fall back against her thighs, feeling resplendent in the pleasure of her full body jiggling ever so slightly. Her eyes settled on a package of chocolate and vanilla cupcakes that she had picked up from Publix. She grabbed them and took the down the hall into her bedroom where she polished off every single one. She wiped the errant frosting from her lips and lay back in bed, cradling her full belly. Its plush softness oozed through her eager fingers.

"I'm getting so fat" she told herself, as she drifted lazily off to sleep without another thought about xXxtremefatlover699.

Later on in the early hours of the morning, there was a loud noise at the door, but Alyssa didn't hear it. She was sleeping too deeply. She didn't hear the footsteps, or the bedroom door creak open. She didn't hear the deep exhale of sheer lust as he took in the sleeping expanse of her. What eventually woke her was a forceful set of hands, one holding her down and another firmly planting a cloth over her mouth. She became fully awake and aware. She could smell and taste some strange chemical as she thrashed against her unseen attacker. It was no use, though. Whomever was doing this to her was too strong, too powerful. Fighting back was useless. This has to be a dream, she told herself. I just have to wake up. She heaved her body upwards one more time with all her might and then fell back to the bed completely unconscious.

The chloroform had worked its magic. He carefully bound her hands and feet with nylon rope, threw her bulk over his shoulder, and carried her down to his waiting SUV. He took a moment to appreciate her soft, rounded face in the pale moonlight. He anticipated it being much harder to carry 187 pounds all the way out to the car, but it had been surprisingly easy.

"Don't worry, darling," he cooed at her, gently stroking her chubby cheeks. "No man on Earth will be able to carry you once I am done with you. That's a promise."

Part 1 of 4 (to be continued...)