Everything about Simba sickened Scar. Watching every animal in the pridelands cheer for him, as if he was the king already… it was enough to make him sick! Here Scar was, having already proven that he’d be a more than capable ruler… and yet everybody is heralding some stupid cub as the heir to the throne. When he heard that Mufasa would be having a son, he feared just this situation… but he didn’t know it would be this bad! Simba was spoiled rotten, insolent, and didn’t even seem to recognize the gravity of the throne…
Scar definitely needed this problem out of his mane. For the good of the Pridelands! If this little brat is allowed to take power, he shudders to think what will become of this kingdom. No doubt the hyenas would move in and conquer the place! And then the whole food chain would be reversed… throwing everything out of its natural order! But speaking of the food chain, it seems there’s been quite a new worldview being assumed on the ol’ “circle of life”...
Some time ago, the Pridelands was stumbled upon by an unidentified young lion. This was obviously quite scandalous, as any male lion outside of Mufasa’s own family would be a threat to his power. So, he took the lion off somewhere private… and curious, Scar couldn’t help but eavesdrop, only to be shocked by what he witnessed! Mufasa simply swallowed the cub whole! Wrapped his jaws around him and disappeared him in a single gulp, leaving only the most modest, squirming bulge in that fluffy belly…
The bastard! It was too genius, he was almost impressed with his brother. A perfect way to ensure that his authority would remain intact, while also easily boosting his own frame, making him heavier and more capable in battle, all while leaving in no evidence. The more he pondered this, the more he realized just what a great strategy it was. But his thoughts grew even more devious, once he realized he could do even better…!
Okay, well, his first plan, just eating the hyenas, failed miserably. But now he has an even better plan! One that will knock out a few of his problems at once. See, he’s been stockpiling half of each of his daily meals somewhere safe… which, sadly, has been causing him to lose weight slowly, but it was a worthy investment. For soon, he had a massive surplus of meat stored away in a cave somewhere, just ready to be chowed upon…
“Are you sure about this, Uncle Scar?” A curious Simba asked Scar as the much larger lion led him far into the most remote regions of the Pridelands. Like many his age, Simba had been longing to just grow up immediately and skip the whole younger years, and Scar had promised he knew a secret to doing just that.
“I’m as sure about this as I am sure that the sun rises,” Scar chuckled, trying to speak in a soothing tone, patting the cub on the head. “This will make you as big and strong as your father in no time at all. Just you wait!” Eventually, Scar moved a rock that was hiding his secret cave… and when he entered, Simba was immediately in awe! A massive pile of meat of all sorts, delicious in every way, was stored here!
“Whooa! That’s a long of food…!” Simba blinked, completely stunned. “Am I supposed to eat all this?”
Scar pat him on the back, gesturing him forward. “Well, of course! After all, when I was your age, I had to eat seven elephants in order to get as large as I am today!” Simba seemed uncertain… but when Scar took a slab of nice giraffe meat, Simba just licked his lips cutely! “Listen, why don’t we start off small? Maybe some nice giraffe?” Scar snuggled him close, feeding him the steak by paw, letting him take big chunks of it happily until it was all gone.
“Delicious, hmm?” Scar asked, patting Simba’s belly, and Simba, indeed, nodded enthusiastically! Before that meal had any time to settle, though, Scar was already bringing more meat to his lips!“Now that we’ve whet your appetite, care to go for some cassowary…?” Simba was hesitant about eating again so soon, but Scar seemed pretty insistent, so Simba hesitantly chomped it down.
And thus was the pattern of the whole experience. Scar holding Simba close and feeding him all sorts of things, bringing something new up to his lips the moment he finished off his last, always encouraging him to eat faster. The food was really delicious… but it was getting to be a lil much! Especially when his stomach started to grow big and round, bulging out with all the food he was eating and pressing against the ground, straining to keep it all in! “Huff, huf… I-I don’t know if I can eat all this…” He pants, his belly churning and glorping with every movement. “I - uuuurrppp - I already feel so full…”
“Nonsense! We can’t have a future king be defeated by some roasted snacks, can we?” Scar chuckles, interrupting Simba’s complaining by shoving some ostrich meat in that maw! “There’s plenty of room, I assure you. Trust me, stomachs are roomier than you realize…” He laughed at his own bit of dark humor, and from then on, made sure that Simba was getting so much food sliding down his gullet he had no time to talk.
Eventually, all of Simba’s features were starting to look more than a little rounded, as that belly gurgled and churned incredibly quickly! Soon, it was like Simba was hardly recognizable after the relentless meal! His cheeks were now all rounded and soft, his neck was nowhere to be seen, and Scar could curiously knead that huge, round tummy, which was now bigger than Simba’s entire body used to be, back when he was skinnier.
His rump, too, had grown incredibly pudgy, with layered of softness adorning those two big, round cheeks. At the sight of all that pudge, Scar couldn’t help but lick his lips, unnoticed. “Oh my…” He didn’t think he’d ever say this, but… Simba was genuinely looking like the most delicious snack in the pridelands! With every pound Simba gains, he was looking less like a political lion, and more like a big, nice, filling meal!
“Scaarr…” Simba complained, using the extra time while Scar was distracted to pant out some more words. “I’m… so stuffed… I can’t eat… another bite…”
“Oh, you simply can’t stop now! You’ll ruin the whole process! You want to be king, right?” Scar chuckled, leaning forward and wrapping his arms around his back, if only to knead that huge, round, sloshing tummy with his paws. “We can’t leave until you finish your whole meal. Now, please… why not enjoy some nice zebra?”
Simba huffed, unsure anymore. “I’m not… getting strong… just… really fat…”
In response, Scar just shoved more food into his gullet! “Mm, sure, you might be on the softer side for a while…” He reassured him. “But when it all… metabolizes… you’ll be as strong and sizeable as your heart desires. Patience is a vital attribute for a ruler, I must remind you.” Almost too fat to move, Simba could just lie there as he was stuffed further and further, getting pudgier and pudgier with every gurgle...
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