RWBY: Trapped Inside With Fire and Ice (Patreon)

“Would you like another serving, Master?”

“I told you not to call me… hooogh, what’s the point…?”

Yang’s giggle was musical. It chimed throughout the room like bells, echoing off the rounded walls before coming back to impact against Weiss’ soft, snow-colored flesh. It kissed her belly, her sides, and the supple flesh of her exposed chest, burning her with its tender warmth like hellfire.

The shredded fabric of her white-and-gray dress gave no protection against the devilish delight, and even less against Yang’s roaming touch. How much longer could it last? How much longer could she?

Another week? Another day?

It’s too bad that the Djinn couldn’t tell of the future. She had certainly done enough to ruin the present.

Weiss wished she could move. Her arms were tired. Her legs were exhausted. She felt a soreness in her gluts that was unlike anything she’d ever had to experience, but all of it paled in comparison to the holocaust that was occurring inside of her stomach.

*Roouughhgggggghhhhhhhhhhh*

“Up up!” Yang shouted, and Weiss could feel herself jiggle as the blonde woman bounced. “It sounds like somebody’s hungry~”

Weiss sighed. She could do little else.

Fat beyond fat, round beyond round, Weiss Schnee had been completely immobilized. As trapped in her body as she was in this room, surrounded by pillows and food and dotted upon by a bubbly blonde who wore the white-and-gold outfit of a belly dancer.

A detached part of her wondered what was going on outside. Was anyone coming for them? Were Ruby and Blake even aware that they’d vanished? Even if they were, what could they do?

She was brought forth from her thoughts when she felt Yang’s palm come to her bellybutton, the playful touch making her aware of how wide and how deep her naval had become. The grip pulled Weiss towards the dull lilac eyes, which were completely detached from her wide, happy grin.

“Goodness, Master! You’re getting all soft again! You must be really hungry,” laughed the girl, playing with the girl and smiling beneath those exhausted purple eyes.

“Yang…” Weiss felt herself groan, the pain in her chest unlike the pain in her gut.

Yang stepped back, still giggling, but never breaking contact. She couldn’t, and wouldn’t, even maintaining the touch as she shimmed and twirled to make the fiery jewelry of her dress sparkle and shimmer. Her bushy blonde hair flutter around the outfit, coming to rest over her exposed shoulders and her busty chest. It looked gorgeous on her, showy, but classy. Tight in all the right places while loose in the others. Her hair was long, her body was soft, and her smile was bright.

But the light had turned off, and her eyes and gone dark.

“We’ve got such choices today, Master!” she said joyfully, clapping her singular hand against her middle. Her other was gone, ending at remnant of her pale bicep. “Miss Jinn has been so generous! I wish you could see!”

“I’ve seen enough…” Weiss grunted.

The blonde leaned forward, spreading herself wide as she leaned into hug Weiss’ immense figure. “Oh, Master. You sound so down! Will more dessert help?”

“No,” Weiss spat, her words in direct contrast to the tremors from her body, which quivered and jiggled with fatty desires. “I’ve had enough dessert. I think I can feel my teeth rotting out.”

“Oh, Master! Miss Jinn wouldn’t let them! You need those to eat!!”

Weiss did what little she could, groaning through an exhausted and depressive *Aarrruuuaaagggghhhhhhh!*

“Maybe something with more substance!” Yang clapped her hand once more. “Would you like something meaty? Let me warm you back up, you’re starting to feel so cold!!”

“I want water…” Weiss grunted.

“Don’t be silly, Master!!” Yang bounced and dance, her hips doing such interesting things with her waist. “That water’s for me! And so is the ice cream~”

Weiss hated that. She hadn’t even realized there was water until she was too big to move… or ice cream!! It was only because she was incapable of stuffing her own face that she realized Yang hadn’t been eating and growing alongside her…

Even under the spell, Yang still needed to eat. That made sense now, but back when Weiss was still capable of walking, she’d been too busy eating and drinking to notice. Always hungry, rarely tired, stuck in a series of feasts and fat naps, the days had been meaningless until she began to notice Yang’s water break.

It was the only time were the girls came apart. The room was small… or, maybe Weiss was getting too big, but those few minutes where Yang ate and drank while Weiss could only sit felt longer each day.

When was the last? Was it before her last feast? Or the one before that? It’d been a time, certainly. Maybe, if she bothered Yang, whatever unseen compulsion might keep her from leaving… but then, Yang wouldn’t eat. And she’d get even more tired.

“What are we going to do…?” Weiss asked.

She looked up to Yang, squeezing her belly. “You’re gonna eat everything!” the girl called. “Just like Miss Jinn said!!”

“I don’t want anything,” Weiss again lied. “I just want to wake up.”

“But you’re not sleeping, Master!”

“I know…”

Jinn wouldn’t let them sleep. She wouldn’t let them do anything but sit here… sit here, and eat. And eat, and eat.

The hours had become minutes, the days had become months. Weiss had been Yang’s size when they’d both been sucked in, coming to inside of this chamber of pink-and-purple hell. Cottons, silk, long strings of beads with glimmering gemstones and a thousand pillows arranged in a circle with Weiss at their center, the biggest and chubbiest and fattest pillow of all.

There used to be more tables. More buffets and banquets, freshly cooked feasts made for a party beyond Weiss’ reckoning. The warmest of chicken, of pork. Beef, fish, shrimp, lamb, duck, countless servings of so many meats. And the pies… blueberry, cranberry, apple, strawberry, pecan, lime, sweet potato. Cakes of cookies, warm vanilla creams. Teas, coffees, there was even whiskey.

All of them burned, fed to her by a girl who couldn’t.

Weiss’ arms were stuck out at her sides, her legs spread beneath her billowing gut. She hadn’t seen her feet in days but she could feel her cankles, uselessly wobbling as her calves and her thighs were buried beneath the ever-expanding reach of her stomach.

A thousand meals, a thousand pounds. She had to be more. There was so much of her now. She had no elbows, no knees, all she could do was flap her wrists as Yang crawled up the crest of her belly, into the valley of cleavage that once were her breasts, dutifully ensuring that, though she could no longer feed herself, Weiss would continue to eat and grow fat.

Yang’s trots disappeared, circling around Weiss while never taking her left hand from the snow-blob. “Let’s see here!” she shouted. “We’ve got…”

A list of terrors, as appetizing as they were incomprehensible. Weiss wasn’t able to make out the words. Berries and melons and fruits and meat, grains and pastas and burgers and fries. It was all the same, now. She’d eaten so much. She couldn’t eat more.

But she wanted for it all the same.

She felt Yang’s foot, playful soft toes, poking into a spot that might have been her back or might be her ass. Weiss couldn’t tell. Still, she was glad for the contact. She’d grown to appreciate it more now that she could no longer move.

When Yang circled back, carrying a basket inside her one single hand, Weiss felt her eyes focus again on the girl and her struggle to climb atop of her belly.

The lamp was destroying them. Jinn, in a cruelty that was beyond any human, had took Weiss and Yang. She, it, whatever pronoun the accursed daemon might use, had come forth from the lamp when Weiss had bid her.

It was supposed to be simple. Three questions, that’s what they should have been allowed, and then Jinn would become useless for the next hundred years.

Weiss didn’t give a damn about any of it. Past, present, who the hell cared about answers that they couldn’t find for themselves? But her friends did… her enemies did too… and nobody seemed to realize how it was ruining them. Picking three questions out of a thousand, Weiss had witnessed the concept of ill-gotten answers begin to tear them apart.

She didn’t mean to rope Yang in. Well… she did. She couldn’t have gotten the lamp without Yang. She’d have apologized for using her. Really, she would have! But because her dumb mouth, they might never escape…

A pinch on her breast, Weiss’ snowberry eyes blinked as Yang grunted and groaned and pulled herself over the top of her stomach. A light shimmer of sweat had formed upon Yang’s brow, but she still held the basket, and despite herself, Weiss felt the slightest touch of excitement down in the most obese part of her curse.

“S-sorry, Master…” Yang panted, her legs spreading to either side of Weiss’ gut. “You’re getting a bit hard to climb… Ooo, you feel so cold…”

She leaned forward, her left arm lifting into Weiss’ right breast. The blonde felt warm enough that Weiss was afraid she might scorch the scraps of her clothing.

But all she could do was pout. “Don’t apologize…” she said. “It’s my own fault we’re stuck here…”

A moment passed before Yang bounced. “Oh, no!! It’s okay, Master, really! I like spending time with you!!”

Weiss wished she would hit her, knock her out with a punch. “Don’t call me that… please…”

If she even heard, Yang didn’t acknowledge it. Instead she just shimmied closer, tucking her knees up to Weiss’ immense breasts before reaching into her basket. “I bet you’ll be surprised what I picked for you this time!”

She couldn’t help herself. She was more belly that beauty, stuck in the lamp and cursed by it’s power. Her nose lifted and her chin tucked in while her stomach grumbled.

“Oooo…” Yang paused, her grin growing wider. “I like the feeling of that,” she said, eyes turning to Weiss. Her hips shook back and forth, knees lifting into Weiss’ cart-sized breasts. “You feel so hungry~”

“I feel huge…”

“You are!” Yang giggled. She withdrew her hand from the basket. “Now, let your maid make you bigger~”

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Frozen raspberries tumbled into Weiss mouth. If she could fall over, she might have. If she could dance, she would have. But all she could do was chew and swallow and gush and drool as Yang leaned closer and dropped another mouthful into her gullet.

Whereas before, where Weiss might have only eaten one at a time, the butterblob ate by the handful. A thread snapped here, a tight squeeze there, Yang’s grinding and cooing, they melted into the background of the lamp.

It was just how things were. How they’d been, and how they’d be.

At least, that’s how things had meant to continue.

That was the war inside of Weiss Schnee. Powered by calories, taken by her curse, the endless hunger of an unyielding glutton. ‘Everything…’ Jinn had answered, and she’d meant it as well. The lard on her hips, the fat in her ass, the weight in her belly. It was overpowering, all consuming, filling her out further and further. But there was something deeper.

Beneath the warmth of her fat, the weight of her woes, the frozen raspberries fell into her stomach and found they were unlike anything else that the girl had eaten in the months of her trap.

If she could see, she might have noticed the glint. The shimmer of lilac, a moment of gold. But there was food, and there was Yang and her warmth, and Weiss could resist neither now.

Another mouthful, another gush of their sweet juice. She felt herself groan, crushing the frost against the top of her mouth and opening for another before even swallowing.

Yang fed her more and Weiss drunkenly chewed, her own eyes fading as her belly roar became a rumble, and the rumble became a squelch, then a satisfied pure.

Then, something happened which shouldn’t have happened.

Weiss was aware of it all at once. The languid, cow-like chomping of frost, the feeling of a chill deep in her belly, and the fire that she felt all over her chest and her cheek and her chin as Yang reached down and licked at a stray trail of juice that had passed over her lips.

The snow-blob’s eyesight sharpened, seeing the blonde’s bushy main before realizing the sensation she felt on her chin. She’d stopped chewing, aware of every inch of herself and every inch of Yang.

A part of her wanted to hold Yang. To pull her tight and feel the warmth push her back down to that soft, languid place. But there was frost inside of her gut, on her cheeks, in her chest. She felt herself dropping.

She felt herself burn.

A sudden wind ripped through the windowless chamber. Cotton fabrics fluttered while the beads danced, and the jewels and necklaces glimmered and cracked.

“Gotcha…” Yang whispered, her lips still touching Weiss’ chin. “I knew… knew it’d still work. You’re too… warm…”

“Yang…”

Her mouth was still full of berries. She felt a brief moment of terror when she felt the juice dribble on her lips and dot Yang’s cheek, but then she felt them warm.

“Think she figured that…” Yang’s posture began to falter. She was falling towards Weiss, resting her forehead against her chin. “Keep you hot. Everything I could grab, turned hot. Melted. Even the cream.”

Weiss could feel her semblance beneath her, behind her. She could feel her arms lift, and for the first time in forever, felt the air in her lungs cooling.

The wind grew sharper, the ripping the frills from the wall and the pillows from the floor. It shredded them, then shredded the gems, until dust began pushing at the now-naked walls.

“Freeze me… burn you…” Yang breathed, and the breath was licked by the touch of her laugh. “Had to trick her. Get her back. Cool you off.”

The wind whipped at Weiss. She could feel her white hair grabbed by the gale, the loosest scraps of her clothes tearing away. What little remained could barely cover her chest, her bottom only covered by blubber.

“A-are you… okay?” she asked, feeling thunder tremble inside of her overworked heart. “Can you move…?”

Yang let out a long breath. When she sat up, she looked so much different than the belly-dancing maid. There was a hint of raspberry on her cheeks and her lips, spread in a smile that was softer, her skin was brighter, and her eyes were like fire. “Maybe just a bit more than you,” she grinned.

*Crrraaaccckk!*

A hideous rip came from the nearby wall. Weiss felt the winds around her coming from her, pushing against the lamp without any direction. Power untempered and hidden, once rejected now returned. It overflowed Weiss, winds of winter with frost at the tip of her fingers.

“Gods… just look at me…” she murmured.

“Give a girl a break. Haven’t I been watching you enough?”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Been touching you too,” Yang said, and it came out as a sigh. It sounded so… pleased, so smug and so cocky that it could only be Yang. She slumped forward, pushing up against Weiss’ chest and her breast, hugging her immensity and squeezing her fullness between both of her legs. “It’s like I could sleep.”

She felt angry, cold, and wonderful. As if she’d just woken up from a long, much needed sleep. The power around them was inside of her, each pound and inch a conduit of energy. She felt her eyes turned to the crack and tried to direct her hands forward. But she still couldn’t move.

“I don’t… I’m not sure I can…” she began, but was interrupted by a finger coming to her chin, and turned to Yang’s grin, then into her kiss.

A scorching ice, the frozen fire, the winds inside Weiss rose up from her lungs and out through her lips. She felt her startled eyes go dark, melting into the kiss and letting Yang guide her, pulling them together, and pushing them outwards.

***CRACK!!!!***

As she pushed it further out, as she felt the lamp shatter, at the center of the world, Weiss pushed all of herself into the kiss. She wondered if she’d still be immobile when they came out again.

She hoped that she wasn’t.

“You sit tight, okay?” Yang asked, petting Weiss’ cheek and holding tight to the snow-blob. “I’m gonna kick her ass. Then, a nice nap. And a meal.” Her eyes drifted for a moment. “I could use a meal.”

“Count me out…”

Yang smiled, then winked. “Like you’ve got a choice.”

The glutton inside hoped that she was.