Nala looked back at the cave where the pride slept. She'd be in serious trouble if her mother found out about this, but if she was careful, "you won't tell mum about this will you?"

"Don't worry," Scar said, "my lips are firmly sealed."

Okay," Nala said, still slightly nervous, "where is it?"

"This way," Scar said, and made his way back to 'his' cave with Nala in tow. Going to a secluded corner, he dragged out a part-eaten gazelle carcass, and put it in front of Nala, "eat up."

Nala immediately tucked into the carcass, scoffing it down as Scar watched. Soon enough, she stopped eating thought there was still quite a bit of meat on the carcass. "Finished," Scar asked.

"Yeah," Nala said, "I'm kinda full now."

"Only 'kinda'," Scar asked, raising an eyebrow, "you know, if you really want to get fat, you have to eat as mcuh as you can."

"You think I should have more," Nala asked.

"Every little bit helps," Scar said, running a paw almost daintily down her back, "tuck in."

Nala wasn't totally sure it was a good idea to continue, but did so anyway, her mouth forcing her stomach to accept even more, until she finally had to stop, completely stuffed. "There you go," Scar said, when she'd stopped, "much better."

"Well, yeah," Nala said, then tried to get up, but winced, "but how am I supposed to get home?"

"Allow me," Scar said, bending down and picking her up be the scruff. Nala clutched at her bloated stomach and groaned, as the dark lion carried her back to the cave, placing her almost daintily against her mother's side, "Good-night Nala."

"Night," Nala squeaked, then winced as her stomach protested.

Nala woke late the next morning to find Simba already waiting for her. "What kept you," he asked.

"I was tired," Nala replied.

Simba shrugged, then asked, "coming?" Nala almost said yes out of instinct, but something reminded her of Scar's offer.