A few hours later, Nala awoke groggily. She felt uncomfortably bloated, but as she rose to her feet to check what the heck was wrong with her...well, she didn't actually rise. She could feel her paws pressing down on the floor of the den, but her stance felt curiously wide, and she wasn't moving. Then, bit by bit, the memories of the previous night's gorge filtered back into her mind. She was aghast. How could she have possibly thought that that was a good idea? She'd made a very unwise choice, and now she was paying for it. How the heck could she lose weight when she couldn't even stand up?

After nearly half an hour of exhausting attempts to move her hugely fattened form, Simba wandered into the room where Nala was laying. The lioness froze, as if that would somehow prevent her husband from seeing her.

"Oh, hi, darling," Simba said as though he didn't notice that Nala was too fat to move. "I've been wondering where you ran off to." Nala could feel her mouth hanging open in disbelief. How on earth was Simba taking this so casually? Could he really not see how fat Nala was? She knew that he'd wanted her to gain a little weight, but surely she was too fat for him now. She felt that her staggeringly bad decision last night was comment-worthy, but if he wasn't going to bring it up, she certainly wasn't going to.

To her embarassment, her stomach rumbled. She blushed under her fur, but Simba seemed unconcerned.

"Do you want me to go grab you some breakfast?" he asked casually. Nala really, really wanted to say no, but her stomach wouldn't have any of that. Well, as long as she controlled her portions, she'd be back on her feet eventually.

"That would be great, but only a little bit, okay? I'm trying to watch my weight." Simba nodded and disappeared from her view.