A week passed after Epesi set his plan in motion. Even now he still wasn't sure about it, but he'd gone ahead with his plan anyway, and he was showing the results. The cheetah's belly was hanging down almost to his ankle and was twice or more times as wide as it had been, and nor was that the only change, for his neck had developed rolls which were all of thewm now wider than his head, even though that was not hanging with fat as well. his legs had grown considerably as well, his hips and shoulders almost as wide as his belly, and splayed out from its pressure and their size, and even his tail was now twice as wide as it had been, hanging limp against muscles now too weak to lift its weight.

Nala, watching from afar, wondered what had happened to Epesi, was his apparently newfound appreciation of weight natural, or part of a cunning plot. Not that it mattered really, he was acting nicer to her now than he ever had before, and with all that weight on there was no chance he was ever going to regain his original shape ever again.