Shenzi got back into her cave.

Exhausted she heaved her flabby belly up on a flat rock where she usually slept. Her pudgy waist spread out across the cold stone. She shut her eyes. She was tired.

That night Shenzi had a weird dream.

The first thing she noticed was the lights. Around her there was lit several torches who gave bright light into the warm African nights. The she heard the sounds. Repetative drumming rythms who appeared to come from nowhere. All around danced happy hyenas singing and dancing to the beat. The lyrics where almost impossible to catch, they eccoed and sometimes appeared to be sung backwards, but Shenzi could manage to hear a few words: all hail our queen!

She looked at herself and she had to look twice, to understand what she saw. Her body had easily doubled in size since she had last seen it. She had to be the most obese hyena to ever live. Her legs had fleshed up adding to hear wide hyena rump, a collar of fat almost engulfed her head and her belly spilled out over the flat rock she slept on. No! this wasn't a rock - it was a cliff! a Throne! and all the other hyenas where dancing and praising below! She was their queen! The queen of the hyenas!

She had several servants around here who took care of her needs, notably three rather handsome hyena males. One who continuously fed her food, another one rubbing her immense stomach and a third waving a palm leaf above her to cool her off. She had flower leaves spread ontop of her body and some knitted into her mane. She was the queen.