As Simba lay back after lunch, he could feel the heavy weight of his large meal, pushing his gut out and making him look fat. Others - if they'd known his thoughts on the matter, and been brave enough to speak out - would have disagreed, for although the large meal did indeed make the king's belly look much more rotund than normal, in fact his belly was visual proof that his weight had been rising slowly for some time.
In the early days, much of the gain had been in muscle mass - the amount of time he was spending on his paws had risen dramatically since he's returned - which had seen his form expand, from the slender gangliness of a rogue, to the powerful stockiness of a king. As the Pridelands were becoming bountiful once again though, the amount of exercise he was getting was starting to plateau, and thus, so was the development of his musculature.
Simba wasn't aware of this though, as indeed he'd hardly been aware of any growth in the first place, and so made no move to curtail the amount he ate. None of the lionesses had shown any concern over how much the king ate either, and certainly none of them him a greedy or gluttonous lion by any means, but given the number of successful hunts and the amount the lionesses were bringing back each time, the volume of meat he was consuming these days was slightly more than was his busy yet measured lifestyle was allowing him to shed. Some of the excess was just starting to become a thin blanket beneath his pelt, softening his muscular appearance very slightly, but a good portion of was finding its way to his abdomen, resulting in his now starting to carry a small, yet portentous belly.
None of the lionesses had yet to notice Simba's new belly against the background of his general muscular expansion, nor had his friends Timon and Pumbaa, and if his aides Zazu and Rafiki had noticed it, they'd kept it to themselves.
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Slightly less than an hour after he'd finished eating, Simba was awoken from his engorged slumber by a noise nearby. Partially awoken anyway, it took a little time, and some persistence on the part of Zazu before he was fully awake enough to sigh at the situation, "you couldn't have left it a bit longer could you Zazu?"
"Would that I could sire," Zazu replied, though he didn't seem regretful in the least as far as Simba could tell, "but you should know by now that the life of a king is not meant to be easy."
Simba glared at Zazu for a moment, but the hornbill only stared right back, not seeming the least bit afraid, though he did flinch a little when one of the lionesses asked tiredly, "how much trouble would it be to replace him?"
"More than I'd like," Simba replied, then yawned widely, before arising with a groan.
"Do you really need to go," Nala asked, shooting Zazu a black look, "can't it wait?"
"I only wish it could Simba replied, bending down to share a nuzzle, " but Zazu's right, I'm a king, so I have certain duties."
"Well just as long as you remember you have duties back here as well," Nala smiled, "good luck out there."
"Thanks," Simba replied, then stretched, and groaned, "uurgh, that'll teach me not to each big meals when I know I'm not going to get hours to digest it." With a last sigh, he said, "I'll try not to be too long, but I can't make promises," then started to pad down towards the savannah.
Simba's mood didn't improve as he left Pride Rock behind, not only was the afternoon heat stifling, but his engorged stomach vibrated slightly with each step, which was just nauseating enough to feel uncomfortable. Unfortunately his day wasn't about to improve any time soon as...
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