No sooner said than done, and already happening, the hyenas started to bring the enormous zebra over. Nala was feeling somewhat regretful of her choice, thinking that if she chose to eat on her own she could at least feed herself at a slower pace than how the hyenas are feeding her. She then looked at her overstuffed belly which was starting to surprise her from who enormous it had become. Bring the zebra closer to the ball of cub took a while and Scar was watching them and waiting for them to hurry up, giving Nala the opportunity to feel her girth. She felt her sides which started to sag from compressing onto the ground. Her pudgy love-handles had a slightly stiff yet gooey consistency. She tried to feel more but her arms couldn't reach out any farther than about a good ten inches from the middle. She then went to her belly which felt different; rubbing her stomach was as if she was rubbing a huge smooth rock with fur on it, but a rock wouldn't have felt the soothing relaxation she felt. With little time left before the stuffing, she tried to see if she could reach her paws to the top of her belly. She raised her back for more length and stretched as much as she could but was out of reach by a few inches. Laying back on the ground she noticed the pangs began to lessen and with a grin of encouragement started to wonder how much more she could eat and stuff.

"Well, someone looks excited for her next meal." proclaimed Scar. Nala could now get a better look at the Zebra she would have crammed inside of her. The smell from the carcass was the freshest she had ever scented, and seeing all that meat on the big animal got her a little more excited. She could detect pain in the near future but also a new and bigger gut.

One hyena ripped a piece of meat and brought it over to Nala, who opened her smile very wide and accepted the food. She chewed a few times before the meat was practically mush; the surprising tenderness and delicious flavor made her want to keep chewing and savoring the taste, but another piece hovering above made her swallow. On and on the stuffing continued as did the growth of the cub's belly. About a third of the zebra was devoured and not a single bit on determination left the fat greedy Nala. Occasionally she'd look at her progress, always satisfied with the extension she saw. More and more stuffing ensued with much more joy than pain felt in her stomach, which now seem like a hill that could be found somewhere in the Prideland. Eventually the zebra was finished and the extremely overstuffed, round, fat cub laid there feeling bliss and very very full.