"Would you like to feed me?" Simba was so flabbergasted by the question that he sat down involuntarily. Scar bit back a snicker, but Nala just smiled. "I'm serious. Then you'll see how much I can eat."

"Y-yes!" Simba said hurriedly. God, he wanted nothing else. "What do I have to do?"

"Just make sure that the eland is always by my mouth. I can't exactly run around to find more of it." For emphasis, she slapped her massive flank with one thick, useless paw. Even as stuffed as she was, it jiggled a little, and Simba was mesmerized by the hypnotic motion of fat under fur.

Without waiting for him to do anything else, Nala dug in. Hurriedly, Simba darted over to the carcass, ready to move it closer to Nala as she needed it. Even when he was this close, Nala didn't seem to really see him, or at least she didn't acknowledge his presence. Instead, she buried her fat face in the carcass and ate like she was starving.

Simba had some trouble moving the eland, which was of course much bigger than he was. At one point, Nala actually ran out of meat within reach, and she looked up with a strangled cry, worried that she'd finished the whole thing already. Simba hurriedly, and with a burst of strength, pushed the remaining carcass back up to her, and she resumed eating like nothing had happened. Keeping the meat close to her got easier as she ate, since there was less meat to push, but Simba was still slow and clumsy at it because he was so fascinated by watching her eat and grow. As before, she didn't seem concerned with the seeming impossibility of eating so much. She just kept glutting herself as though every bite was her first.

It was the most beautiful thing Simba had ever seen. Her stomach expanded bit by bit as she ate until she was bigger than the remaining meat. She scarfed that down too; Simba fed her the last few bites, which were too low to the ground for the massive lioness to reach, himself, and was disappointed that there was nothing left for her to eat. Nala's eyes were glazed over from her massive display of gluttony, and she still didn't seem to notice him. He pressed himself up against her taut side, imagining the vast quantities of meat it contained all turned to soft, pliable fat. The thought of making Nala even bigger thrilled him in a way that made the cub a little uncomfortable.