Nala looked out over the long grasses to see Simba almost to Rafiki's tree. It would be a bit more time before they returned, and Nala's already portly belly was swelling ever more with ... whatever was coming through the hose. Nala paced back and forth as well as she could, her heavy belly swaying and almost making her lose her balance. By the time she saw Simba returning with Rafiki, her stomach had gained too much weight for her legs to hold off the ground. (It hardly mattered, it had almost reached the ground anyway.) Soon Nala felt the pressure in her stomach spike as it reached its natural limits, and started to become more spherical as it stretched. She whimpered slightly as she felt less and less weight on her paws, and soon they no longer touched the dirt and grass, they just hung limp over the tight, furry sphere.

By the time Simba and Rafiki Arrived, the lowest of Nala's paws was about eye-level with Simba. Both of them just stared in disbelief, mouths hanging open.