Chapter 1: Introduction
In the heart of a glacial valley, a throne of ice loomed under the cold, distant sun. The air was crisp and thin, carrying with it the bitter bite of winter. Beneath the arched ceiling of ice, a giant figure reclined on the throne, his massive form swaddled in thick white fur. Remer, the Yeti sorcerer, had once been lithe and powerful, but years of indulgent pampering had left him grotesquely obese.
His once-sharp claws were now dulled from disuse, his large hands resting upon the round swell of his over indulged belly. He ran his hands softly over his massive gut and gave an absent mindled chuckle as he did. "Ah, Anya, my dear, where is my breakfast? I'm famished." His voice was a deep rumble, like the distant thunder of an approaching storm.
Anya, her striking beauty framed by the shimmering walls of the ice palace, turned from her task of polishing the throne's armrest. She offered him a small smile, her eyes holding a hint of the quiet resentment she harbored. "Coming, Master," she replied, her voice as cold as the ice around them.
She gestured to Nadya, the youngest of the snow women, who was struggling to carry a tray laden with food.
A wide variety of delicious treats laden the tray. All flavorful and addictive. Foods which Remer enjoyed to the fullest. His army of snow women, simple in task to create, had been the greatest decision of his life. They fulfilled every need he had. Every whim he could conceive was seen to.
Every desire, no matter how trivial, was catered to. Nadya, her clumsy hands fumbling with the tray, finally managed to place it on the throne's armrest. She stood back, her eyes wide with anticipation, hoping to please her master. He cast a pleased glance at her as she backed away, emitting a grunt of approval.
Remer's eyes, still holding a spark of the cunning magic that animated snow and ice, scanned the tray. "Hmm, what do we have here?" he mused, his large hand reaching out to pick up a delicate pastry. He took a bite, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Ah, Anya, you know just what I like," he said, his voice muffled by the food.
"But where is Freya? She's my favorite, after all."
Anya's expression didn't change, but her eyes flickered with a hint of amusement. "She's preparing your bath, Master. She insisted on doing it herself today."
Remer's eyes lit up at the mention of Freya. "Ah, my dear Freya. She's always so eager to please." He took another bite of the pastry, his massive body shifting on the throne. "And Nadya, my dear, you've done well today. Keep up the good work."
Nadya beamed at the praise, her eyes shining with gratitude. "Thank you, Master.
I'll do my best," Nadya replied, her voice filled with determination. She turned to leave, but not before casting a quick, admiring glance at Anya. Anya caught her eye and gave her a small, encouraging smile. Despite her resentment towards Remer, she couldn't help but feel a fondness for Nadya's eager spirit.
Anya turned her attention back to Remer, who was now engrossed in his breakfast, his large hands moving with surprising grace as he picked up each delicacy. She watched him for a moment, her expression thoughtful. She had been his creation, his first snow woman, and she had served him loyally for many years.
Yet, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as she watched him indulge in his endless feast. His body, once a symbol of power and majesty, was now a grotesque parody of its former self. She knew that Freya, his favorite, was only making things worse. She fed him, not out of love or loyalty, but out of a misguided desire to please him. And it was clear that Remer was taking full advantage of her devotion.
He was blowing up like a balloon. His body was not flabby or roll coated, like normal obesity, but he was round, with his soft, full gut growing bigger and tighter with each passing meal.
Anya knew that Freya's constant feeding was not helping the situation. She had seen the way Remer's body was changing, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of concern. She knew that if Remer continued to indulge in this manner, he would soon be unable to move, let alone cast his powerful magic. She had to do something, but she knew that interfering with Freya's devotion would be a delicate matter.
Further complicating matters was the fact that Remer seemed to not only enjoy his growing size, but he was actively enthralled by it. He was sexually aroused by his size and seemed to get more and more horny as he swelled, ordering his snow women, namely Freya, to indulge his sexual whims.
Anya watched him with growing unease as he began to rub his massive belly, a look of pure lust on his face. She knew that if she didn't intervene, Remer would soon be unmanageable. She also knew that he'd continue to grow beyond limits. Once he immobilized himself, it would only be a matter of time before his mass would cause him to burst.
As if sensing her thoughts, Freya entered the chamber, her eyes shining with devotion. She carried a large, steaming basin of water, the scent of lavender and rose filling the air. "Your bath is ready, Master," she said, her voice filled with reverence, a slight sound of sensuality in her voice.
She knelt beside the throne, her eyes never leaving his massive form. Remer's eyes gleamed with lust as he watched her, his massive hands reaching out to stroke her hair. It was a soft, white cascade that fell down her back, like a waterfall of snow.
"Freya, my dear," he rumbled, his voice thick with desire. "You know just how to make me feel like a king." He leaned forward, his massive body shifting, and took a large bite of a pastry, his eyes never leaving hers. "But I think I need something more than just food to satisfy me today."
Freya's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't hesitate.
She knew what he wanted, and she was more than willing to give it to him. She stood up, her body swaying slightly as she did so, and began to undress. Her movements were slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving his as she revealed her body to him.
Her skin was as white as the snow around them, her body sculpted to perfection. She was a vision of beauty, her curves accentuated by the shimmering ice of the palace. She was a work of art, a masterpiece created by Remer himself.
As she undressed, Remer's eyes roamed over her body, his massive hands stroking his own body in anticipation.
"Come here, Freya," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "I want to feel that soft, warm body of yours against mine."
Freya, now completely naked, approached him, her hips swaying seductively. She climbed onto his lap, her legs straddling his massive thighs. She could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of his desire pressing against her. She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering closed as she began to grind against him.
Remer's hands, large and rough, grabbed her ass, pulling her closer, pressing her against him. "Fuck, Freya," he groaned, his head falling back against the throne.
"You blow me up. I get rounder and fuller everyday. Each inch of my expanding form tingles as you pamper me. This big balloon belly is all your handiwork. Come and enjoy it." Remer said, his voice dripping with lust.
"I want you to feel every inch of me, Freya. I want you to know just how much you've made me grow." His hands, now slick with sweat, moved up her body, cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her hard nipples. Freya gasped, her body arching into his touch, her hips grinding against him in a desperate rhythm.
"Fuck, Master," she moaned, her voice ragged. "You're so big. I can feel every inch of you. Your belly, it's so... so massive." She looked down at his round gut, her eyes wide with awe and desire.
She could see the way his belly swelled and contracted with each breath, the way his skin stretched taut over his expanding form. She reached out, her hands trembling slightly as she touched him, her fingers tracing the curve of his belly, feeling the heat of his body, the softness of his fur. "You're so big, Master," she whispered, her voice filled with wonder. "I've never seen anything like it before."
Remer's eyes gleamed with lust as he watched her touch him. "That's right, Freya," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "I'm getting bigger and bigger every day, all thanks to you. And now, I want you to feel it.
I want you to feel every inch of this massive, expanding belly of mine," Remer said, his voice a low, commanding growl. He grabbed Freya's hands and placed them on his massive gut, pressing them against his skin, making her feel the heat and the softness of his body. Freya's eyes widened, her breath hitching as she felt the sheer size of him, the way his belly seemed to go on and on, stretching out before her, a vast, round landscape of flesh and fur.
"Fuck, Master," she moaned, her fingers digging into his soft flesh, feeling the way it gave way under her touch, only to spring back into place. "You're so...
so big," she stammered, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and lust. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, the softness of his fur under her fingertips, the way his belly seemed to pulse with life. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, and she couldn't help but want more.
Remer's massive hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer, pressing her against his expanding belly. He could feel her heat, the wetness between her legs, and it drove him wild. He wanted her, needed her, and he wasn't going to wait any longer.
"Fuck me, Freya," he growled, his voice thick with desire.
"I want to feel you on top of me, your body grinding against mine. I want to feel your pussy, hot and wet, as you ride my massive belly."
Freya's eyes widened, her breath hitching as she took in his words. She had never done anything like this before, but the thought of it sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. She nodded, her eyes filled with lust and anticipation.
She moved her hands from his belly, placing them on his shoulders, and began to grind against him, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. Remer's hands moved to her hips, guiding her, helping her to find the right angle.