He couldn't get the idea of Nala being even bigger out of his head.

"Did you guys catch anything else?" he asked hopefully.

"Don't worry about me. I'm fine," Nala said dazedly.

"Yes, we were fortunate enough to take down another eland," Scar replied, eying his massively engorged charge.

"Well, feed it to her!" Simba said impatiently.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm the prince of the Pride Lands! Of course I'm sure! And what's more, you have to do what I say!" Simba said as authoritatively as he could manage. The hyenas laughed uproariously at his attempt to command them, but Scar held up a paw to silence them.

"Whatever you command, Simba," he said silkily, with a little bow. It galled him to pretend like Simba had any authority over anything, but if the little brat wanted to overfeed Nala, so be it. Let the cub be the bad guy. It would only drive Nala closer to Scar.

Once again, this animal was bigger than the last one had been--twice the size of the other eland, in fact--but far from the apprehension Simba had felt last time, the hugeness of the animal excited him. There was no way he would be able to move this carcass himself, so he commanded the hyenas to resume feeding her. They obeyed, but only (unbeknownst to Simba) after Scar nodded.

"I don't think I can eat this," Nala groaned as the new meat was pushed up against her.

"Yes you can," Simba urged. "You can eat anything!" Nala nodded groggily and started to eat again, but she was going far too slowly for Simba's taste. "If she can't eat, force her," Simba said. The illicitness of forcing this huge glutton to eat more than even she wanted only made the whole thing more exciting for him.

After surreptitiously checking with Scar again, the hyenas did as Simba commanded them. They stuffed hunk after hunk of meat into Nala's mouth, and she swallowed mechanically, in too much of a stupor to do much else. Simba was no longer sure if the noises she was making were from pleasure, pain or some combination of the two. But it didn't matter. She was expanding, growing ever larger, and Simba was pleased.

Finally, the last of the second eland disappeared into Nala's enormously overstuffed gut. The young lioness lay motionless on top of her mountainous stomach, panting and groaning.

"I'll leave you two alone," Scar said with a smirk. When Nala realized what had happened, all her ire would be directed at Simba, not at him.