Nala made her way methodically through the zebra, savoring every bite of meat as though she hadn't eaten for a week. Her stomach strained to contain all the food the young lioness was stuffing into it, but Nala couldn't feel the pain. Every bit of her attention was focused on the pleasure of consumption. A heard of elephants could have stampeded by and she would not have noticed, so caught up was she in her own little world of gluttony. As she ate, her poor stomach ballooned further and further until it lifted her legs off of the ground, spreading them as though she was lying on some large animal instead of her own gut.

She was surprised to find, eventually, that there was no more zebra in front of her. Once she'd eaten herself into temporary immobility, Scar had (unbeknownst to Nala, of course) commanded his hyenas to constantly push the remaining meat up to her so all she had to do was open her mouth and there was another bite of flesh waiting for her. Thus is was that she didn't even realize her lack of mobility until after she'd realized that she had eaten the whole zebra.

And even then, she didn't seem overly concerned with her lack of mobility. She just craned her neck back and forth as best she could, looking for more to eat. Scar was impressed. He had hoped that his little speech would inspire the cub, but he hadn't expected her to do this well!

"How do you feel, my dear?" he asked smoothly. When there was no answer, he padded around to where he could see Nala's head. The young lioness had fallen fast asleep. When the hyenas saw what was going on, they went to get more meat, to continue force-feeding Nala, but Scar held up a paw. "There will be no need for that any more, I think. Our young guest has earned her rest, and I doubt we'll need to force-feed her again.

The next morning, when Nala wakes up...