WG Story Idea: The Wish (Patreon)

'The Wish' was a WG story idea I had way back in 2015, one of the first I've ever wrote down actually.  The idea was to craft an adult/fetish story involving weight gain/weight loss, twins, stuffing, body switching/role reversal and revenge.  The two principle characters are twins who make a cameo in both my original 'Mia's Junior Year' story as well as my 'grandma's cooking story.  They are the cousins of both Mia, and Janet.  I later planned for these two characters to star in a soccer WG story of mine, that eventually became 'Kimmie Interactive'.  As you might be able to tell, Kimmie inherited a lot of Kinsey's characteristics although she is not related to Mia or Janet.  Anyway, all this is to say, I am a huge fan of role-reversal WG stories, stories with revenge themes, and believe it or not body-switching stories like freaky friday.  I gave up on this story because I didn't put enough work into crafting more solid conflict between the two twin sisters and frankly it lost my interest, but I wouldn't be against returning to a setup like this.  As far as Kinsey and Kaitlin are concerned, I do plan on writing both of them into 'Kimmie interactive' as foils for Kimmie.  The events of this unfinished WG story idea are noncannon.

Regardless, I'd love feedback on this idea if my patrons are interested.  Perhaps I'll revisit the concept one day for a one-off story.

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Chapter 1: Is the Grass Always Greener?

(POV) Kaitlin Seifert

‘This is it. This is the lowest point of my nineteen year old life. And in my sophomore year of college too..’ I thought, as I was stuck in a familiar funk, both horny and depressed.  I knew I was a pathetic sight as I crammed my fat body into the middle stall of the girls’ bathroom. I took off my jeans and sat my massive behind down so I could masturbate to the thought of my twin sister’s boyfriend. It helped that I could hear them having sex do to the thin bathroom wall behind me. I took a deep breath before I started. I paused to recall all of the events in my life that had lead me to this moment. I thought of everything that could have been different, everything that should have been different. It almost brought a tear to my eye. It all changed in High School after our Field Hockey team’s senior night, just a little over two years and 100 pounds ago…

The stadium lights shone brightly on the field while Kinsey and I played that night. At the time Kinsey and I both weighted a tiny 113lbs on our muscular 5’5 bodies. We were blessed with hourglass shapes despite how skinny we were. Although as a point of pride, I had slightly larger boobs than my sister and she carried slightly more weight around her butt. As identical twins we both had dark brown eyes, brown hair, and the same beautiful face. To be fair, we weren’t completely identical, Kinsey’s hair was more of a light brown and mine was a dark brown. Playing sports our entire lives had helped us build up muscle tone and speed. We were naturally gifted athletes and excelled at every sport we ever tried.

Our opposing team only knew us as the Seifert twins, but our team nicknamed us Yin and Yang after our identical appearance and the fact that Kinsey wore lucky number 7 and I wore the unlucky number 13. I never paid attention to superstition or believed in anything supernatural, until that night. Kinsey and I were on a roll and had helped our team build up a substantial lead. About halfway through the game I ran into an opposing player while going for a ball and hurt my leg. I would later learn that I had torn the I.T. band in my left leg. Needless to say, I was devastated. For the first time in my life I couldn’t exercise, or even walk. I was pretty much stuck on the couch at home for six weeks.

The six weeks passed relatively quickly, my mom took very good care of me, preparing me food, buying me movies to watch, and massaging me to help ease my stress. I was pampered. Kinsey felt bad for me and bought me plenty of chocolaty treats that she knew I loved. I only dressed in comfortable cloths, which for me meant sweats. I never thought the healing process would be so, fattening. Time seemed to pass without consequence until Kinsey got her first boyfriend, Troy. I thought he was the hottest thing I had ever seen, and needless to say I was extremely jealous of my sister. However, there was nothing I could do about it on the couch.

The first time I noticed how much weight I was gaining was the first time I was really allowed to walk again without crutches. It was the winter and I went to see Kinsey preform on the school’s dance team. The High School dance team’s uniforms were pretty revealing, short skirts and tube tops. Kinsey looked like an angel doing her routine and while I watched, I sat with her boyfriend and met him for the first time.  Needless to say we hit it off. Our good time was ruined when Kinsey finished and pointed out, in front of Troy, that I looked fat. I denied it, but as Kinsey stood next to me, fit and firm, Troy could see it was true.

After weighing myself that night I was horrified to discover that I was 127lbs. I panicked and tried to try on my old cloths that used to fit my 113lbs body, but it was no use. I had gained weight. My boobs had gone up a size putting them at b-cups, but they weren’t the only part of my body that had grown. I now had a tiny belly, a softer butt and thicker thighs. Seeing Kinsey was a constant reminder of what I used to be and I used her as motivation to begin physical therapy and training for our senior season of soccer.

Over the course of the winter, Troy and Kinsey broke up. As I trained and healed, Troy and I started our relationship, much to Kinsey’s fury. She retaliated by dating Troy’s friend Dave. As soccer season progressed, life began to return to normal. I was losing weight, only six pounds, but being 121lbs was a whole lot better than how I felt at 127lbs. Kinsey still looked to weigh her perfect 113lbs. Things could have gone back to normal, but during our senior night game for soccer, tragedy struck again. This time I broke my left foot by kicking an oncoming soccer ball at an odd angle. I was devastated. While I lost my future as a college athlete, Kinsey lost something else, her virginity. That night while I was in the hospital with my parents, Kinsey and Dave had sex at our home. As I spent the next two weeks recovering, it was all Kinsey could talk about.

Troy and I had been planning to lose our virginity together after prom, but as two weeks passed and prom arrived, I was still in my cast and unable to walk without crutches. We agreed to wait until I got my cast off. Little did I know that as I sat on my ass waiting to heal, my weight had ballooned back up to 128lbs.

By the time I got my cast off my weight gain wasn’t something I could hide, and as college loomed, Troy broke up with me before we had a chance to have sex. As a result, when my foot had healed, I had no reason to go back to training. To highlight the growing differences between my twin and me, Kinsey spent the summer outside working out while I stayed inside and got into cooking. I spent the summer baking and the food I cooked seemed to be my only comfort from the overbearing perfection that was my twin. While Kinsey and I had been accepted to the same university, only she had been recruited to play soccer in the fall. Despite being at odds for a few months, as Kinsey’s relationship with Dave came to an end we reconciled and were set to be roommates.  However, by the time college started for us Kinsey weighed 115lbs, and I tipped the scales at 141lbs. We were still twins, but we hardly looked identical.

By the end of our fall semester Kinsey had put her first ten pounds of the dreaded freshman 15, but rather than appearing softer at 125lbs, the weight seemed to magically form into muscle. Her boobs blossomed into b-cups and her butt and legs thickened with attractive lean muscle. I admit that I had been trying to fatten her up a bit, but any plan I had backfired. I gained twice as much weight than Kinsey did and rather than being attractive lean muscle it was stubborn puffy fat. At 161lbs I was no longer confused as a hot girl by guys looking to flirt with me at parties. I was chubby and the guys who approached me thought I should understand just how lucky I was for them to be paying me interest. Needless to say, I didn’t find a boyfriend. I did make a friend who was a boy. His name was Ron Ferrell, but he clearly was after my thin twin sister. He was a handsome guy and, I was obsessed with him. I told Kinsey that I liked him, but instead of staying away like a good sister would, my feelings for him seemed to make Kinsey all the more interested in Ron.

Over winter break Kinsey put on another five pounds and had a meltdown over how fat she had become. I gained ten pounds over the same time period and my family showed me no sympathy. I got speech after speech about how I should eat healthier and try to be more like my sister. Once we returned to school Ron clearly didn’t want to date the fat twin, and Kinsey soon became his girlfriend. By the time freshman year ended Kinsey had worked her way back down to 125lbs, while I beefed up to188lbs. Over the summer Kinsey took training for soccer very seriously and diligently lifted weights three times a week on top of practicing her skills. Her body became slightly more solid and her thighs thickened from the extra muscle she pumped into her body. I was constantly jealous of Kinsey’s beauty and increasingly turned to food to calm my nerves.

By the end of summer, Kinsey weighted an athletic 132lbs while my frustrations had pushed me to tip the scales at 210lbs. Kinsey maintained her fit, sexy and athletic body with soccer, so she had no problems with her weight. I tried to become more responsible with my eating and exercise as the fall of sophomore year began, but the damage I had done to my body had changed me from an athletically gifted hotty to a sluggish lazy fatty. Exercise hurt. My left leg constantly felt uncomfortable, and I think my lungs became allergic to cardio. As the last week of the fall semester, was upon us I gave up and accepted my normal routine. I didn’t have many friends that weren’t my sister’s friends. I didn’t have a boyfriend. I was still a virgin. I was constantly horny. I tended to want to eat when I was horny. I was jealous of my sexy twin sister and her perfect boyfriend and her perfect life. I had weighed myself earlier that week, and at 220lbs I really felt entitled to the few minutes that I could hide away in a bathroom stall and pretend I had the life of my twin…

Closing my eyes and using my imagination, my hands went to work.  I masturbated while I heard my sister having sex with Ron on the other side of the wall. As I reached closer and closer to my moment of climax I could hear as my sister also reached her orgasm. As our bodies both shuddered on the opposite sides of the wall with waves of orgasmic pleasure.. Something happened. Everything went dark. It was like I’d fallen into an orgasm induced coma.

When I woke up something was different. I opened my eyes and groggily felt my stomach...  To my shock, I didn't find my soft belly, I touched firm abs...