Nala carefully approached the creature, watching it to make sure it was fast a snooze. Upon approaching it's feet, she hesitated. Once it's feet were in, there was no turning back. Preparing herself, she slipped their feet into her maw, which ignited with flavor. Her tongue danced over their feet, a purr rumbling from her chest.
She would have gladly sucked on them until the zebra came home, but her stomach begged to differ. It wanted every bit of this thing packed away, just a big, struggling, pleading, screaming heap of meat headed right to her thighs. Just like Simba. So she started swallowing, inching her way up their legs, moaning at the feeling of her gut ballooning from such a big meal. Ever sense she tucked the prince of Pride Rock into her gut, her appetite grew in size, and along the way, she found out that her rear end also digested poor victims, as an unfortunate meerkat found out while she was churning away Zazu. At one point,she became friends with a hyena by the name of Shenzi, who had a zebra meal churning away. Said hyena offered to show her to her other friends, and Nala agreed. Which them but her side, the Pride Lands wound become the Thigh Lands.
Nala snapped from her reminiscing and continued gulping down their legs, reaching their buttocks, which were nice and fat. Nala felt her jaws stretch as they inched over the mounds of flesh with each swallow. She noticed the creature's hands were also with in her maw once it reached their waist.
"Perfect," she thought, after all, this thing was probably a lot stronger then she was, and cound easily kill her.
A full five minutes of gulping, and Nala made it to the things chest, and she couldn't be happier. This thing not only tasted wonderful, but it's size meant that it would possibly be a week to be settled in its new home on her hips. The being shifted, probably noticing in its sleep what was going on. Nala qiuckened her pace, getting to it's neck. At that point, she stopped to take a breather. She was rested on a mound of flesh that wrapped around the being, showing it's legs, bum, and other parts. Nala estimated it's head would be right in front of her's. That thought prompted her to start swallowing with renewed determination, eager to, like with Simba, to enjoy it being slowly melted away, loosing it's shape until it's just a thick soup.
Once she snarfed over it's mouth, it woke up. Credit to the thing, it figured out it's plight rather fast, muffled screaming in terror as she finally sent it's head into her stomach.
Looking at the shape of the being's that was on her gut, she licked her lips and poked it's nose with a claw.
"Look at you, all tucked away in my belly. I'm gonna have so much fun digesting you. Your nothing but future fat for one of the rulers of the Thigh Lands. Ya know, you remind me of Simba, and how he gradually turned from a Lion cub, to a nice round ball, then to Lion chub. That's gonna be you, food. And I'm going to enjoy every minute of it," Nala taunted her food, gut gurgling and churning away...
As she predicted, it took a full week to melt her meal, it's body slowly being refunded to nothing more then fat on her thighs.
Nala looked back at her butt cheeks.
"Not bad. You look so much better right there. I'm going to Shenzi and the others about you. Hope there are more of you," and with that note, she bounded away, her rear bouncing too.
And now, the fates of Simba, Zazu and Timon! Yaaaaaay!!!!!!!
"Pinned ya again," Nala's cheerful voice chimed out, pinning poor Simba to the ground. Said prince groaned.
"Aw come on Nala, how come lioness always beat me. he grumbled
"Because unlike you lazy males, we do the hunting. We pin them down so we can gobble them up," she informed him.
"What ever, just let me up," he groaned, only to be taken by surprise by her "Nope"
"What?" he stated in confusion.
"You heard me. Didn't I say we PIN the prey down and GOBBLE the up," she told him like he was dumb before opening her muzzle, exhaleing hot breath on Simba's face.
Before the young prince could scream in Terror, Nala lowered her head and engulfed his own. Her course tongue scratched over his face, her moans of pleasure filling his ears. With a powerful gulp, she gulped down his head and shoveled down his chest and shoulders, purring with pleasure at the feeling of the prince filling her throat and stomach. Another gulp sent his gut into her maw, and she sat up, tipping her head back. She ran her tongue over his pudgy fat gut, growling in joy.
Another gulp got his hindquarters into her maw, shoving his hind legs in as well, so only his thrashing tail was out of her lips. Gently chewing on the heaping hunk of meat in her before swallowing her mouthful and slurping down her tail like a noodle. She let rip a nasty belch before placing her paws on her swollen gut and roughly applying pressure on Simba, crushing and causing him pain while sprouting a toothy grin.
"I've always wanted to do this to you. I can't wait for you to be fat," she said before standing up, squishing him between the appendages. As she walked towards a tree, her limbs hit the cub. And she always made sure to do it as hard as she could. After sitting down, she continued to kneed her fat gut as the acids worked their magic. At one point, she sadistically applied pressure on his weaked shoulder, earning herself a loud crack as it broke, and a scream on pain. As the day ended, and she knew she should head home, Simba was all gone. The former prince was nothing but pudge on her butt.
"Looking good Simba, nice job making my butt nice and fat. Ya think I could eat things with this end?" she wondered before belching out his bleached skull, the only remains of her meal.
"Long live the king,"
A weak later, she was prowling about when the sound of feathers hit her ears as a familiar hornbill landed in front of her.
"Your highness, if I may, have you seen the young prince anywhere?" he questioned her, unaware of Simba's fate on her thighs.
"Sure have, want me to show you where? she asked. The grateful bird sighed and nodded, closing his eyes. Said eyes opened when he felt A blast of hot steamy breath, and the last thing he saw was her open maw before she Swiftly sent him to her boiling gut. Her ear twitching, and she turned to see a meerkat frozen with terror at the sight.
Grinning toothly, Nala approached.
"Well hello there you little Slim Jim, she said, leaning down and licking the front of the Mammal.
"P-please don't," he whimpered.
"Relax, I'm not eating you the usual way," she said, before spinning around, wrapping her tail around him, parting her butt cheeks, and shoving him, slurping him a into the fleshy orbs.
Licking her lips, Nala headed home while both her gut and butt work on their meal. Along the way, she met the mother of the meerkat, whom also was sealed away in her booty. By the time she got home, all three were nothing more then Thigh Fat.
"Well, I must say, you've certainly had a meal," her mother remarked as her daughter licked her lips and joined her equality voreish mother in their cave home, to sleep off their own meals.
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