Henriette giggled as she felt Simba struggle against her butt. As she felt him struggle, she felt a grumble in her belly. She grinned.
"Oh lion!" she said in a sing-songy voice. "You thought all that was bad? You're in for a world of torment now!" Upon hearing that, the crowd began cheering, anticipating the incoming attack. Though, at the same time they backed away from the stage, anticipating the assault. Simba could only look at the terrifying, grinning faces of the onlookers, with no idea as to what Henriette had in mind.
He head a telling grumble, and began to connect the dots. He squirmed his forepaws and wrenched, trying to free himself from the super-sized-spectacle. Henriette just pushed herself down harder to quash his attempts at escape, though she took care to not completely crush him. He felt her cheeks beginning to vibrate, and could only shut his eyes tightly and prepare for the worst.
A thunderous blast erupted over him, and with it came a horrifyingly rancid odor. Despite Simba's attempts to power through, he was forced to inhale the terrible stench. He just struggled more, but Henriette's weight kept him pinned down for the duration of her attack. He gagged and groaned. Eventually the blast finally subsided, Henriette grinning with a juvenile glee.
"Still alive down there?" she said with a taunting tone.
"G...Get off of me!" Simba said as he continued thrashing. Henriette just grinned.
"Uh oh! Sounds like our little challenger's ready for more!" she said. Her stomach grumbled some more, indicating there was more in the tank for him.
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