I Wish - Part 2

Chapter 1

Alyssa's eyes fluttered open slowly. She blinked. Then she blinked again and rubbed her eyes, struggling to gauge her unfamiliar surroundings. Her arms and shoulders were sore. She attempted to adjust herself and realized that she could not. Her arms were restrained by something and held out at the 10 and 2 position to her sides. She yanked her arms again and met the same harsh resistance. She was tied up. As she wriggled her body in what she now recognized to be a very big bed, she came to the realization that her ankles were also bound and tied to the bottom of the bedframe. What the fuck was going on?

"Hello?" she called out. No one answered.

"Hello," she tried again. "Where the hell am I? What is happening?"

This was a dream, she realized. It had to be a dream. As she took in her surroundings, this conclusion seemed to make all the more sense. The room she was secured in was very odd to say the least. It was decorated to resemble...what? A gingerbread house? The pink wallpaper had little gingerbread houses and gingerbread men on it. Fake candy canes, wrapped candies and little gingerbread men were decoratively attached here and there to the wall. There were no windows. The only light was from a dim lamp on the bedside table next to her. Two large refrigerators were up against one wall, and there was also a counter with a microwave and a large open pantry that appeared to be brimming with food. A colossal 98" TV was fixed to the wall adjacent to the bed. There was a door, but it had bars on it. Like a prison. She had actually had similar sexualized dreams in the past, so she wasn't frightened at first. Surely this had to be a dream.

Alyssa looked down at her soft, quivering body. She was completely naked save a pink bra and panty set. She could just barely make out the outline of the faint stretch marks on her fat belly glowing in the orange lamplight. She jerked her legs again. Hard this time. Hard enough to hurt. Oh, my god, she thought. It wasn't supposed to hurt. This was real.

She strained her mind to try to determine how exactly she had landed in this predicament. What had she done the night before? She had dinner and some wine, chatted online with her new feeder friend, had some more wine and some Oreos and six cupcakes and then went to bed. Oh, no! xXxtremefatover699! I wish! He had done this. He had brought her here. He had tied her up and left her here in this weird ass room. She had work this morning. This wasn't funny. He was supposed to be all the way in Seattle, but that couldn't be true. He had lied. What else had he lied about? She wasn't sure she wanted to find out. The door creaked and opened and she gasped.

"Good morning, darling!" he exclaimed.

Her eyes finally laid sight on him. xXxtremefatover699. Her anger momentarily abated as she soaked in his gorgeous form. He was very tall, maybe 6'4 or 6'5. It was hard to tell laying supine and tied to a bed. And he was large framed, just like a linebacker. Exactly what she liked. The best part was that he looked like he weighed about 400 pounds. Also exactly what she liked. Another of her deep, dark secrets was that she lusted after big, fat men. She had never been with one before, although she often fantasized about it. This kidnapper was exactly her cup of tea. She couldn't see his face because it was concealed behind a novelty bull mask, but his beautiful body was nothing short of exquisite. With the mask perched atop his expansive body, he almost looked like a minotaur or a centaur. She couldn't remember which. Her captor wasn't hairy at all, his skin was smooth and pale and perfect. He had a massively round belly with a thick, alluring chest that was calling out to her fingertips. His legs were so fat and thick, and he had an plush ass that was simply divine. She wanted to touch him, to palpate every inch of his fat body with her appreciative hands. Then she remembered where she was and how she had gotten here and recognized that she was supposed to be pissed and not drooling over him.

"What is going on? Where am I?"

"Do you like it?" he inquired, gesturing to the room around them. "I had to throw everything together last minute, but I thought you would appreciate the motif."

"What? No! What even is this? Untie me now!"

He made several broad strides across the room and sat down next to her on the bed.

"Don't come near me!" she hollered at him.

The entire mattress had caved under his weight when he sat down, and she could feel herself being pulled towards him by gravity. He looked into her eyes, but all she could see were the shiny black orbs attached to the mask where his eyes should have been. She could feel the warmth from his body and looked away from him to hide the fact that she had found it pleasurable. He let out a little laugh and started rubbing her belly in steady concentric circles. No man had ever touched her there before. It was an overwhelming feeling. This whole thing was overwhelming.

"This will be a lot easier if you don't fight it, Alyssa."

She tried to bolt upright in shock at the mention of her real name, but the ropes held her back. Her online moniker on Feabie was PlumprFattenedPrincess234. She had never shared her real name with him.

"How do you know my name?"

He chuckled underneath the mask. "I have my ways. None of that matters, though. You're here now, with me. That is all that matters anymore." He ran the back of his hand gently down her left cheek. "I'm going to make your wildest dreams come true."

She thought for a minute before she spoke again. This was definitely real. She was here, she was trapped, and for the time being she couldn't do a damn thing about it. This situation had to be considered very carefully. How she played this right now meant everything, and she had to pick the right angle if she wanted gain the upper hand. If that was even possible it such a dire scenario.

"You mean, you did this all for me?" she purred at him seductively, figuring that playing right back into his fantasies might be her best option. She did her best to flash him a winning grin.

He was silent for a moment. "You know I did. Please don't try to manipulate me. You were just screaming at me less than a minute ago."

Shit! That plan lasted five seconds. What was Plan B? Unfortunately, she hadn't concocted one yet. Maybe she should use this as an information gathering opportunity. Keep him talking.

"Sorry, I don't know how I feel about this," she stammered. "I'm scared. When I shared...what....what I like with you, it was supposed to be a fantasy."

"You typed 'I wish', Alyssa. I didn't make you do that, you did it on your own." He continued rubbing circles into her fat stomach.

"I didn't know it was a real wish. The idea just turns...turned me on, I didn't want it to actually happen."

"Well, now you know that some wishes really do come true."

"Then I get two more wishes! Yes! Yes, my second wish is that you let me go right now. I'll just go home and log into work and act like none of this ever happened."

"You don't get three wishes. I'm not a genie. Besides, your first wish hasn't even come true yet. It's only beginning."

She rolled her eyes and sighed aloud through her clenched teeth. This was getting nowhere. The small seed of fear she had initially felt upon awakening in this room had emanated throughout her body and gripped her entirely. She was well and truly screwed. This was happening. And by the looks of his giant ass, she was going to be helpless to try and stop him from doing whatever it is he had planned for her.

"Ok, I'll bite," she offered, shifting uncomfortably in her tight bondage. "What is 'only the beginning'? Why am I here?"

"Oh, I think you know."

She stared blankly at the ceiling. He was right. She did know. The terror and excitement that this instilled in her was almost too much for her racing mind to take. To make matters worse, she was absolutely famished. She had no idea how long it had been since she last ate, and she could feel the hunger welling up inside of her like a battle cry. Ever since she had given in and started gaining weight, she had developed this seemingly ever-present hunger that had become harder and harder to ignore, impossible to control. It hadn't happened over night but after the first 10 pounds she gained her insatiable appetite had grown exponentially along with the rest of her. Don't let him see it in your eyes, she told herself. Don't let him know that you're hung...

"You look starving," he stated matter of factly. "Should we start?"

"Start what?" she lied.

He groaned at her from beneath the mask and she could sense his frustration for the first time. "You're going to have to stop pretending with me. I know you, Alyssa. I know what you want and I am going to give it to you. I am going to make your wish come true and you are going to love it. I know things may seem grim right now, but the new you will be thanking me when I am done. You already want this. I know you do. You just don't want to say it out loud. It's much safer to hide behind a screen."

He had her there. She had pleasured herself a thousand times alone in bed at night to this exact fantasy. Only this was actually better. She had never envisioned her captor would be so handsome. Well, below the neck at least. She caught herself daydreaming about what his face must look like, heavenly she hoped, and realized that the silence between them had become deafening. She should say something.

"How did you know I was hungry?" she finally spat out, defeated.

"I told you already. I know you. I can see the hunger in your eyes. I can hear it rumbling around in your little belly." Her stomach had been audibly making its presence known since he entered the room. He pinched the extra fatty part of her tummy below the belly button and gave it a shake. She could feel her entire body ripple in response. Her body was screaming that she wanted this, even if she couldn't bring herself to say it.

"Do you have to keep me tied up like this?" she argued, pulling in vain at her bindings.

"I'll untie you in a minute, but you have to stay here in this room for now. At least until I know I can trust you. I hope with time you will trust me as well."

"How could I ever trust you? You literally kidnapped me!"

He clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth. "I had no idea you were so feisty! You seemed so sweet when you were PlumprFattenedPrincess234."

"Rea lly? I thought you know me so well. Better than myself, by the way you talk."

"I do!" he fought back, clearly getting irritated.

"You don't know me!"

"Yes, I do!"

"No, you don't!"

She was starting to get irate right back. She hated to admit it but her hunger pains were becoming very real. She was extremely hangry. Not to mention the fact that she had only known this guy two weeks. He didn't know a thing about her, and the implication was beyond annoying. He knew the fantasy version of her. That was all she knew about him. And that he was clearly a psycho. A very beautifully built, heavy bellied psycho. He finally released the death grip he had maintained on her belly and heaved himself up off the bed.

"Then I will just have to prove it to you."

"How the hell do you plan on doing that?"

"I'm going to make you love me."

She sneered at the suggestion. "Haha! You can't make me do anything!" Immediately after she said that last sentence the reality of just how wrong she probably was came crashing down upon her.

He turned back around and gazed down at her. "Oh, you already love me. You just don't realize it yet."

She gulped and tried to maintain her composure, but it was damn near impossible. He seemed so sure of himself. Maybe he was right. Maybe this was her deranged destiny, curated especially for her by a madman. She had been a closeted feedee for so long, and it had always been such a deep, intrinsic part of her being, that maybe this was the next logical step in her life. What else was she going to do with it? She hadn't thought about it a lot. She never really dreamed of a husband or children. Her bachelor degree in business had only landed her a work from home customer service job, so she had no career prospects. Not that a career was that important to her either. While other young women dreamed of a loving family or a highflying managerial position, she had only ever dreamed of this. Exactly what he was trying to give her right now. Maybe he knew her better than she thought. She bit her lip pensively, finally prepared to yield to him just a little.