Chapter 3: Rising Action
The air in the ice palace was thick with the scent of lavender and rose, the steam from Freya's bath creating a hazy, ethereal atmosphere. The shimmering walls of the chamber seemed to pulse with a soft, otherworldly light, casting long, dancing shadows across the floor. The hum of the snow women's voices filled the air, their song a soothing melody that seemed to echo through the very heart of the mountain.
Anya stood by the throne, her eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before her. Remer's massive form was now a grotesque parody of its former self, his once-lithe body now a bloated, round mass of flesh and fur.
His bloated, soften form was round and swollen. His belly had absorbed his legs, and he appeared to be a round, white, furry sphere with a wide, muscular chest, strong arms, and sasquatch head. Even his eyes, once cunning and sharp, were now glazed over with lust and indulgence. He ran his powerful hands over his warm, soft gut, his cock rock hard.
"I'm so big, Freya," he rumbled, his voice thick with lust and pride. "I'm so big and round. And you're the one who made me this way." He pulled her closer, his massive body shifting as he did so, his belly pressing against hers. She could feel the heat of his skin, the softness of his fur, and it sent a shiver of desire down her spine.
Freya's eyes were wide with wonder and lust as she looked down at him. "You're so big, Master," she whispered, her voice filled with awe.
"Feed me, my creation." Remer said to Freya.
"I want you to feel every inch of this massive, expanding belly of mine," Remer said, his voice a low, commanding growl. "You're so...
so big," Freya stammered, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and lust.
"Feed me, Freya," he growled, his voice thick with desire.
"Master, if I may." Anya interrupted , her voice cutting through the thick air of lust and desire. She stepped forward, her eyes never leaving Freya's face. "I believe it's time for your daily check-up, Master. Your health is of utmost importance to us all." She kept her voice steady, her expression neutral, but her eyes held a hint of urgency.
Remer's eyes narrowed, his massive form shifting as he looked at Anya. "A check-up, Anya? Now?" He sounded annoyed, but there was a hint of curiosity in his voice.
Anya nodded, her eyes flicking to Freya, who was still straddling Remer's massive body. "Yes, Master. With your... growing bulk, we must be vigilant about your continued ability." Anya's voice was steady, her gaze unwavering. She knew she was interrupting a moment of intimacy between Remer and Freya, but she also knew that she had to intervene before things went too far.
Remer's eyes flickered with annoyance, but he didn't protest. He knew Anya was right, and he couldn't argue with her logic. He let out a sigh, his massive body shifting as he did so. "Very well, Anya. But make it quick. I have... other matters to attend to." He cast a meaningful glance at Freya, who blushed and looked away.
Anya nodded, turning to Freya. "Would you please help me, Freya?
I need to check Master's vitals, and your assistance would be invaluable." Anya's voice was calm and collected, but there was a hint of steel beneath the surface. Freya, still straddling Remer's massive form, hesitated for a moment before nodding. She climbed off him, her eyes never leaving his face. Remer watched her go, a look of disappointment on his face, but he didn't protest.
Anya turned to Remer, her expression serious. "Master, if you would please lie back. I need to examine your belly." Remer grunted, but he did as he was told, his massive body shifting as he leaned back against the throne.
His round, bloated form was now fully exposed, his massive belly stretching out before him like a vast, white plain. Anya approached him, her eyes fixed on his belly, her expression serious. She could see the way it stretched taut over his expanding form, the way it seemed to pulse with life.
She reached out, her hands hovering over his skin for a moment before she placed them on his belly. It was warm to the touch, the skin soft and smooth. She could feel the way it gave way under her touch, the way it seemed to ripple with each breath he took. She began to move her hands, feeling the way his body changed, the way it seemed to shift and move under her touch.
She found herself growing aroused by examining it. the more she looked into his gut, the wetter she became.
She could feel the heat of his body, the softness of his fur, and it sent a shiver of desire down her spine. She could see the way his belly moved with each breath, the way it seemed to ripple and shift under her touch. She could feel the power that lay beneath the surface, the raw, primal energy that was Remer.
She could see the way his cock was rock hard, pressing against his belly, a thick, veiny length of flesh that seemed to pulse with life. She could see the way the tip was already leaking, a clear, sticky fluid that seemed to glisten in the soft, ethereal light of the chamber.
As she felt up his gut, both her desire and her worry grew. He was growing tight.
His belly was expanding, and it was becoming harder for him to move. He was getting bigger and rounder, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he was completely immobile. He could feel the pressure building inside him, the way his body was stretching and expanding to accommodate his growing size.
Yetis, males in particular, had no concept of obesity. Yetis grew fatter and fatter with no ill effects on their health. Infact, in Yeti culture, fat males were considered desirable, the bigger the better, with no known limits. However, most yetis couldn't even begin to set up the fattening life that Remer had set up for himself.
They didn't have the luxury of being pampered and fed by an army of snow women. Remer's unique situation had allowed him to grow to a size that was unprecedented even in Yeti history.
Anya Feared that if Remer became too big to move on his own, his over indulged gut pushing his feet off the floor and rendering him immobile, he'd never shrink, he'd just swell bigger and bigger until he burst.
Anya's hands moved over Remer's belly, feeling the way it stretched and shifted under her touch. She could feel the way it was becoming tighter, the way it was starting to lose its softness and give. She could see the way the skin was starting to stretch thin, the way the veins beneath the surface were starting to bulge and pulse.
She looked up at Remer, her expression serious. "Master, I must be honest with you. Your belly is becoming too tight.
It's losing its elasticity, Master," Anya said, her voice filled with concern. She looked up at Remer, her eyes meeting his. "I fear that if we continue at this rate, it won't be long before you're unable to move at all." "What are you saying, Anya?" His voice was low, a hint of anger in it. "Are you saying I'm getting too fat?"
Anya didn't flinch under his gaze. She knew she had to be honest with him, no matter how much he might not like what she had to say.
That's exactly what I'm saying. Your belly is expanding at an alarming rate, and it's becoming too tight. If we don't do something to slow it down, you'll soon be unable to move, let alone rule." She knew she was treading on thin ice, but she also knew that Remer needed to hear the truth.
Remer's eyes narrowed, his massive body shifting as he leaned forward. "There is no such thing as a too fat male yeti, Anya. Legends tell of spherical yeti men taken care of by armies of servants and slaves. Round and happy til the end of their days." Remer's voice was firm, his eyes flashing with anger. "I won't have you filling my head with such nonsense, Anya. I am the greatest Yeti sorcerer of our time, and I will not be confined to a bed or a throne by some... some overblown belly!" He slammed his massive fist on the armrest, making the throne shake.
Anya stood her ground, her expression unchanging. "I understand your frustration, Master. But I must insist that we take precautions. Your health and well-being are paramount to us all."
"I am disappointed in you Anya. As my oldest creation you should know better. Freya, please prepare me a feast. A feast mightier than any feast you've prepared before. In the interim, Anya here must be taught a lesson." Remer commanded, his giant gut jiggling as he roared.
"Anya, you will pleasure me, and you will do it willingly. You will show me the respect I deserve, or I will make your existence a living hell." His eyes flashed with anger and lust, his massive body trembling with anticipation.
Anya's heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She knew she had no choice but to obey. She stepped closer to Remer, her eyes never leaving his. She could see the way his massive cock was straining against his belly, the way it was leaking pre-cum, leaving a sticky trail on his fur.
She reached out, her hands trembling as she placed them on his belly.
It was hot to the touch, the skin slick with sweat and pre-cum. She could feel the way it moved under her hands, the way it seemed to ripple and shift with each breath he took.
Her hands moved over his belly, feeling the way it stretched and shifted under her touch.
She reached out, her hands trembling as she placed them on his massive cock. It was thick and veiny, the skin smooth and soft. She could feel the way it pulsed in her hands, the way it seemed to grow even harder as she touched it.
She could see the way his eyes were glazed over with lust, the way his mouth was open in a silent groan.
"Touch me, Anya," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Show me what you can do."
She nodded, her hands moving over his cock, feeling the way it throbbed in her hands. She could feel the way it was leaking, the way the pre-cum was making her hands slick and wet.
She began to stroke him, her hands moving up and down his length, feeling the way it pulsed and throbbed in her hands.
She could feel the way his body was shifting, the way his belly was moving with each breath he took.
"Fuck, Anya," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "That feels so good. You're so good at this."
She smiled, her hands moving faster, her grip tightening as she stroked him. She could feel the way his cock was growing even harder, the way it was throbbing and pulsing in her hands. She could see the way his belly was moving, the way it was stretching and shifting with each breath he took.
She could feel the way his cock was throbbing in her hands, the way it was growing even harder, the veins pulsing and throbbing beneath the surface of his skin.
"Master," she whispered, her voice filled with desire.
"I want to taste you." She looked up at him, her eyes meeting his, and she could see the way his pupils dilated with lust. He let out a low growl, his massive body shifting as he leaned back against the throne.
"Then taste me, Anya," he commanded, his voice thick with desire. "Show me what that pretty little mouth of yours can do."
Anya didn't hesitate. She leaned down, her hands moving over his massive cock, feeling the way it throbbed in her hands. She could see the way it was leaking pre-cum, the way the tip was glistening with it.
She could smell the musky, earthy scent of him, and it made her mouth water. She leaned down, her tongue flicking out to taste the tip of his cock. It was salty and sweet, and it sent a jolt of desire straight to her core.
"Fuck, Anya," Remer groaned, his massive body shifting as he leaned back against the throne. Your mouth is so warm and wet."
She smiled, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, feeling the way it pulsed and throbbed in her mouth. She could feel the way it was growing even harder, the way it was stretching her lips wide.
She took it deeper, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked him off, her hands moving over his massive belly, feeling the way it shifted and moved with each breath he took. She could feel the way his cock was throbbing in her mouth, the way it was pulsing and throbbing with each beat of his heart.
She could feel the way his body was shifting, the way his massive belly was moving with each breath he took. She could feel the way his cock was growing even harder, the way it was stretching her throat as she took it deeper and deeper.
She could feel the way it was pulsing and throbbing, the way it was leaking pre-cum into her mouth, making it slick and wet. "Your mouth feels so good.
Anya hummed in response, her hands moving over his massive belly, feeling the way it shifted and moved with each breath he took.