"Are you okay?" Simba asked, walking to where Nala could definitely see him. Now that the moment had passed, he worried that he'd overdid it. Nala probably knew her limits (then again, from looking at her, maybe she didn't...), and he hadn't meant to seriously harm her.

Nala groaned. "Scar did that to me once," she said thickly.

"Did what?" Simba said, not comprehending.

"Force-fed me. It was a long time ago."

"And...?" Simba wasn't sure where this was going. He was apprehensive that she was going to yell at him."

"It was really scary when he did it. I thought I was going to die." She paused, running her paws up and down as much of her colossal paunch as she could reach. "It wasn't so scary when you did it. I know you'd never hurt me, and I like that you're helping me eat more than I could on my own. I really do want to get fat."

Simba looked her over. "Are you saying that you're not fat now?" he asked incredulously. "I mean--don't take that the wrong way. I really like you like this, but, um--"

"No, I know what you mean," she said, laughing. "And I guess I am pretty fat. But I love to eat, and I love how it feels when my stomach's distended. You gave me that feeling better than I've ever been able to do it myself."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, if you want to feed me like that every day, I'd like it."

Of course, Simba jumped at the chance to do something so pleasurable all the time. Their time together quickly settled into a routine: Nala would eat as much as she could on her own, and then Simba would force her to eat more, always at least as much as she'd consumed "willingly." Sometimes she'd cry or beg him to stop, but he knew better than to listen to her pleas, and afterwards, she would always reassure him that he'd done the right thing.

As a result of her greatly increased food intake, Nala's weight skyrocketed. It was impossible to tell how much of that was food weight, since Nala was always at least full and usually stuffed far past that point, but she was definitely the biggest lion Simba had ever seen. The pair soon grew into young adult lions, Simba growing strong from his constant hefting of Nala's massive meals, and Nala, well, Nala grew very, very fat.

She'd been immobile since before Simba had found her, of course, but now she was almost completely round. Her paws had completely vanished, buried beneath the rolls of her fat legs, and her legs themselves were partially obscured by the rest of her. But her crowning glory was her stomach, which pushed her up off the ground til her head would have been even with a small human's. It flowed out from beneath her, making her as wide as she was tall. And Simba loved her for it.