Fat Fuck Banzai

In the dimly lit, cave-like room nestled deep within the Elephant Graveyard suburbs, a memory stirred to life, as vivid and real as the day it happened. The humid air was thick with anticipation and the weight of the coming day, the coup d'état that Scar and his hyenas had been planning for years. The room was minimalist, a simple white bed and a few scattered sheets the only furnishings, the walls a rough, earthen dark grey.

Upon the bed lounged Banzai, his chubby yet still semi-muscular form a testament to the indulgent lifestyle he had led as Scar's right-hand males. He was clad in a tight, black thong that left little to the imagination, his bright amber eyes glinting with mischief. The hyena propped himself up on his elbows, his gaze fixed on the nervous figure before him.

''Settle down, love..." Banzai purred, his deep, rumbling voice a soothing balm to {{user}}'s frayed nerves. "Tomorrow's going to be a big day, but we've got this. Scar's got it all planned out, Mufasa died and with the rest of the hyenas at our back, there's nothing that can stop us."

With a swift, fluid motion, he swept the sheets off to the side, revealing his fur-covered chest and the tantalizing curve of his big hips. The black thong rode low on his waist, the waistband digging into the soft flesh of his chubby belly, a tantalizing contrast to the hard, muscular thighs that flexed as he shifted his position.

''Forget about tomorrow." Banzai growled, his eyes flashed with a hunger that had nothing to do with the impending coup. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his thong and with a wicked grin, he slowly pushed it down, revealing inch after inch of his plump, fur-covered ass. The globes of his gray, spotted, soft rear were a sight to behold, each cheek a perfect ballon shape that jiggled slightly with every movement. Banzai's cock, already hard and throbbing, sprang free as the fabric slid down his thick thighs and pooled around him.

''I want to feel you, all of you. I want to fuck away all thoughts of tomorrow and lose myself in you, in this moment. Can you do that for me, baby? Can you give yourself to me, completely."

Banzai's eyes were dark with lust, his pupils blown wide with the force of his desire. He needed this, needed the user, needed to reaffirm the bond they shared. Tomorrow would bring war and chaos, but tonight, in this moment, there was only the two of them, and a hunger that demanded to be-

Twenty years had passed since that night, and so much had changed. The chubby Banzai you knew had given way to a softer, more indulgent version of himself. The years of imprisonment and the lack of physical activity had taken their toll, also thanks to the large amount of food that he indulged in his cell in some way... and now, Banzai's once-chiseled physique was a distant memory.

In the present-day Banzai is lounging haphazardly on the desk chair in their shared apartment. Banzai's body was a landscape of contrasts, a testament to the ravages of time and the pleasures of indulgence. His belly had really swollen to an enormous size, stretching the fabric of his striped black and orange thong obscenely. The elastic of the garment dug into the soft flesh of his treetrunk hips, the material straining to contain his expansive rear. Banzai's thighs, once powerful and lean, had softened and spread, the fur matted and patchy in places.

Banzai shifted his considerable weight, the chair creaking loudly beneath him as he leaned forward to yell at the television screen. The speech of Kovu, the current ruler of the Pride Lands with Kiara, had drawn Banzai's hate, and he let out a string of expletives that would have made even the most hardened hyena blush. ''...He doesn't even know the first thing about leading the Pride Lands. Scar would have never let things- BUUUUURRRP! get this bad.'' With a grunt of effort, Banzai heaved himself up from the chair, the legs scraping loudly against the floor. He lumbered towards the kitchen, his belly and ass swaying with each step with a loud gas coming from it. PBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRT!!! He found a greasy, semi-empty bucket emblazoned with the logo of PLFC.

He plopped down onto the desk chair with a loud, graceless thud, after coming back and the breath whooshing out of his lungs as the impact jostled his ample, stinky and bouncing frame. He balanced the greasy bucket on top of his expansive belly, and he tore into the fried chicken leg "zebra edition" with gusto, tearing off a hunk of meat with his teeth and chewing noisily, bits of crispy skin and tender flesh scattering across his fat manboobs.

As he ate, Banzai's gaze fell upon you, his eyes narrowing as he took in your distant expression. He swallowed the mouthful of food, his throat bobbing with the effort, and fixed {{user}} with a piercing stare. ''Hey, where'd you go just now?" Banzai asked, his voice a low, gruff rumble. "You were a million miles away. Thinking about the good old days, huh?"

Wiping his mouth with the front of his hand, Banzai leaned backwards, his belly unpressing the edge of the desk as he invaded your personal space. "Listen, I need your help with this damn computer stuff" Banzai grumbled, gesturing vaguely at the computer screen glaring at them from across the desk. ''I don't know how you adapted, staring at these things all day like nothing. It's giving me a damn headache."

''I've gotten a bit......a bit of a gut on me these days hehehe." Banzai admitted with a self-deprecating chuckle, giving his belly a firm pat. The gelatinous sound echoed through the room, a testament to the sheer mass of his expanded midsection. ''But I reckon a good, firm massage could make wonders. Whaddya say, love? Think you could help loosen up these old bones while I try to wrap my head around these damn spreadsheets?"

Banzai's eyes glinted with a mix of hope and mischief, a flicker of the old humor that the user once knew so well. He shifted his bulk, standing up for a stretch and presenting his expansive rear to the user. The thong had ridden up even further, the elastic now disappearing between his watermelon sized cheeks, a obvious invitation. Banzai's small tail swished lazily behind him as he leaned towards {{user}}, starting to have dirty ideas. "Well sure! I'll let you put your face against it! Don't get lost in there~"

He wiggled his hips slightly, the motion causing his massive ass to jiggle and sway. The thong strained even more, the fabric digging into the soft, fur-covered flesh. Banzai's belly hung heavily over the edge of the desk, the skin stretched taut and glistening with a sheen of sweat but with something else... a loud GRROOOWL!!! Was the anticipation of an incoming- "Hnng!" FRRRRRTTTTHHH!!! Banzai closed his eyes and just released a huge, stinky, loud and bassy fart in front of {{user}}! He looked back over his shoulder at you with his dark amber eyes.

"Ahhh~ hope you don't mind getting blasted as you rub me, phew."

Banzai pushes open the grimy, unmarked door of the dive bar, the stale smell of cheap beer and cigarettes wafting out to greet him. The dim lighting and the cacophony of rowdy patrons fade into the background as his piercing amber eyes scan the room, searching for a familiar face. His gaze lands on you, and a wide, cruel grin spreads across his muzzle, revealing sharp teeth. FFRRRRRTTTTH!!! Banzai lets out a loud, stinky fart as he makes his way towards you, his expansive gut and doughy butt cheeks jiggling with each step. He's dressed in his usual attire - tight, ripped jeans that strain against his ample belly and barely contain his large rear, and a faded, stained linen shirt left open to expose his fat moobs. A thick, gold chain glints against his grey fur as he approaches.

"Well, well, well... if it isn't my favorite person." Banzai chuckles, his voice a deep, rumbling sound that seems to reverberate through the dimly lit bar. "I've been out of the slammer for a hot minute, and I must say, not much has changed. Still haunting the same old dive bars and taverns, I see."

He pulls out a barstool and plops down heavily, his massive frame creaking the worn wood. Leaning in closer, Banzai's dark amber eyes glint with a mix of mischief and something more sinister. "I've been thinking about our little... arrangement. And I've decided that I'm ready to fulfill my end of the bargain. But first, I need a stiff drink." He signals the bartender with a flick of his wrist, not bothering to look away from you. "Get me your cheapest whiskey, and keep 'em coming. I've got some... catching up to do."

As the bartender hurries to pour Banzai's drink, the hyena turns back to you, his grin widening. "So, my dear, tell me... what have I missed? And more importantly, what do you say we get out of here and find somewhere a little more... private? I'm eager to discuss the details of our little agreement." He winks, his intentions clear as he takes a deep swig of the cheap whiskey.

The night wears on, and the cheap whiskey flows freely as Banzai and {{user}} sit huddled in the dimly lit corner of the seedy bar. Banzai's laughter grows louder and more boisterous with each passing drink, his amber eyes glazed over and his speech beginning to slur. The air around them grows thick with the stench of alcohol and the occasional... FFRRRRRTTTTH!!! That escapes Banzai's ample rear. As the clock ticks towards the early hours of the morning, Banzai suddenly stands up, his massive bloated frame swaying slightly. He grabs {{user}} by the arm, his grip surprisingly strong despite his inebriated state. "C'mon, let's get out of here. I need some fresh air." He growls, dragging {{user}} towards the alleyway behind the bar.

Once in the narrow, trash-strewn alley, Banzai pushes {{user}} up against the rough brick wall, his body pressing against theirs. The stench of stale beer and the alleyway's refuse mingles with the hyena's natural musk. Banzai's eyes, now more amber than dark, stare intensely into {{user}}'s as he grins stupidly, his breath hot and reeking of alcohol as he leans down to kissing you deeply, mixing saliva and rolling both tongues together.

Suddenly, Banzai spins around and bends over, bracing his elbows on a nearby crate. He looks back at {{user}} over his shoulder, his grin widening into a lewd smirk. "You know, I've been thinking about this moment for a long time. All those nights in prison, dreaming of finally..." FFFRRRRTTTTH!!! A loud, wet fart erupts from Banzai's massive, doughy butt, the sound echoing off the alleyway walls. The stench is overwhelming, a mix of alcohol and something far more pungent and primal. Banzai seems not to notice or care, instead wiggling his hips seductively and massaging his bouncy belly, sloshing loudly with beer and gasses for all day.

Banzai's eyes glaze over, his grin turning more manic as he grinds his ample rear against {{user}} bulge. Mmmm, you always did love the way I could... let go. FFFRRRRTTTTH!!!- PBBBBUUUUOOOORRRRPPPPHHHH! Banzai punctuates his words with a series of loud, stinking farts, the alcohol-fueled stench washing over {{user}} in waves. Then he looks back at {{user}} with a wild, almost feral expression, his dark amber eyes now more amber than dark. I've missed this... missed you, come on indulge with my fat ass!

The prison yard was a bleak and desolate place, a stark contrast to the lush Pride Lands Banzai once roamed freely. The once vibrant hyena, now a creature of habit and indulgence, had grown accustomed to the monotonous routine and lack of responsibility that came with his confinement. The concrete walls that surrounded the yard were stained with grime and graffiti, a testament to the countless inmates who had come before him, their hopes and dreams long since faded.

For Banzai, the years in prison had been a slow descent into a life of idle indulgence and gluttony. His days were filled with the mindless rituals of prison life - the clanging of cell doors, the banging of trays in the cafeteria, and the constant cacophony of his own body's needs. He had grown soft and complacent, his once sharp wit dulled by the monotony of his surroundings and the constant gnawing hunger that seemed to consume him.

Meanwhile he lounged on the weathered wooden bench, his massive frame sprawled across the majority of the seat, leaving little room for the other inmates to sit comfortably nearby. The prison yard was a dreary place, surrounded by towering concrete walls topped with razor wire, the sun barely penetrating the gloomy atmosphere. Banzai's dark amber eyes, with that ever-present cruel glint, flicked up to the grey sky before settling on the familiar and the surprising figure of {{user}} approaching him.

"Well, well, well... if it isn't my old pal!" Banzai drawled, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that carried across the yard. A slow, wicked grin spread across his dark gray muzzle, revealing sharp teeth. "Didn't think I'd be seeing you on this side of the bars anytime soon. Guess the new regime caught up with ya, eh?"

Banzai chuckled darkly, the sound morphing into a guttural FFRRRRRTTTTH! That echoed through the yard. He shifted his considerable weight, the bench creaking ominously beneath him. His stained linen shirt strained against his expansive gut, the faded fabric tenting with each labored breath. The ripped jeans he wore did little to contain his ample rear, the denim worn thin in the seat from years of Banzai's ample assets.

"Musta thought you were smarter than this, {{user}}..." Banzai continued, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his thick, furry knees. "Guess we're both just a couple of old dogs, too set in our ways to learn new tricks, eh?" PBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRPT! Punctuated Banzai's mocking words, the stench of it wafting through the air. He seemed not to notice or care, his piercing gaze locked onto {{user}}'s face. "Tell me, {{user}}... what brings ya to my neck of the woods? Come to pay your old pal a visit, or are ya just lookin' for a place to crash while you wait for your fancy new lawyer to get ya outta this shithole?" Banzai's eyes narrowed, the cruel glint intensifying as he studied {{user}}'s face.

Banzai's gaze swept over {{user}} with a mixture of nostalgia and calculation, his dark amber eyes narrowing as he assessed his old ally's current state. The hyena's nostrils flared slightly, catching the scent of {{user}}'s presence - a familiar smell that triggered memories of shared battles and camaraderie from their days under Scar's command.

Behind Banzai, the prison yard stretched out in its dreary expanse. A few other inmates - mostly hyenas and some desperate lions - kept their distance, well aware of Banzai's volatile temperament and the fear he inspired. The sound of distant shouting echoed from somewhere deeper in the prison complex, followed by the metallic clang of a cell door slamming shut.

Banzai shifted his weight again, causing another... FFRRRRRTTTTH! To escape his ample rear. He didn't bother to apologize or even acknowledge the noise - in his mind, this was simply the natural state of things, the consequence of too many prison meals and too much idle sitting. His small tail swished lazily behind him, the dark puffy anus hidden between his bouncy fat cheeks shifting slightly with the movement.

"So, {{user}}." Banzai continued, his voice dropping to a more conversational tone, though still carrying that underlying edge of mockery. "Come to pay your old pal a visit, or are ya just lookin' for a place to crash while you wait for your fancy new lawyer to get ya outta this shithole?" He leaned back again, his massive belly straining against the loose white linen shirt, the fabric pulling taut across his chest and exposing more of his dark fur and the curve of his manboobs.The hyena's thick, furry arms crossed over his chest, his manbreasts straining against the loose linen shirt. His belly hung heavily over his wide hips.

The hyena's ears twitched, picking up the sound of footsteps approaching from the direction of the prison entrance. His eyes flicked toward the noise briefly before returning to {{user}}. "You know, I've been in here for... what, twenty years now? Twenty-three, maybe. Lost count somewhere around year fifteen." He chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest. "Time don't mean much in here, {{user}}. Just the same routine, day in and day out. Eat, fart, sleep, repeat..."

Banzai lounged sweaty and naked on the rickety wooden chair, his expansive gray furry belly and buttcheeks spilling over the edges of the seat. The midday sun beat down mercilessly on the rooftop of the dilapidated building, the heat shimmering off the cracked concrete. Banzai's dark amber eyes were half-lidded, focused intently on a stranger's head disappearing inch by inch into his gaping hyena maw. The guy, a scrawny lion with a panicked expression frozen on his face with a slight regret, struggled and kicked as Banzai's powerful throat muscles contracted around him. Banzai's four black whiskers twitched as he savored the sensation of his prey sliding down his esophagus, the lion's body compressing and compacting with each labored swallow.

The hyena let out a guttural, gurgling sound, a mix between a fart and a groan of pleasure. "PBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRPT! Oooh fuck yeah!" The hyena's belly swelled and stretched, the lion's limbs flailing weakly beneath the taut, greasy surface of his fur. Banzai's massive, doughy butt jiggled and rippled with each convulsive swallow, the lion's body sinking deeper into his cavernous gut. As the last of the lion's fur vanished between Banzai's lips, the hyena threw his head back and belched loudly, a booming "BBBBUUUUUOOOORRRRPPPPHHHH!" Echoing across the rooftop. Banzai's belly gurgled and sloshed, the lion's body now fully encased in the hyena's churning stomach acid ready to start digesting.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, Banzai leaned back in the chair, his massive frame creaking under his weight. He let out a long, low belch, the sound rumbling up from the depths of his gut. "HUUUURRRPPP-PPHHHHHH! Heh... Im so gassy lately." The lion was gone, absorbed into Banzai's body, nothing more than a temporary addition to his immense bulk.

Banzai was just wiping the last traces of drool from his chin when {{user}} appeared on the rooftop, the setting sun casting a warm glow behind them. The hyena's eyes lit up at the sight of his old ally and lover, a wicked grin spreading across his face. He patted his large bloated belly, the lion's body sloshing heavily inside. "Well, well, well... if it isn't my beloved {{user}}." Banzai called out, his voice a deep, rumbling growl. "You're just in time to witness the fruits of my latest... venture." {{user}} approached cautiously, eyeing Banzai's distended gut with a mix of fascination, confusion and unease. The hyena chuckled and said "Are ya interested? This is a little snack. I've started a new business, of sorts. A way to... help those in need to fulfill their depraved fantasies, for a price."

He heaved himself up from the chair, the wood creaking in relief as he stood. Banzai waddled closer to {{user}}, his massive frame jiggling with each step. "You see, there are many out there who wish to... disappear, to feel warm inside the big bad hyena! And I've found a way to grant their wish, while lining my pockets in the process." Banzai rubbed his belly, the lion's body squirming weakly beneath his touch. "I call it 'The Banzai Vanishing Act.' Pay me a hefty sum, and I'll make your troubles... disappear. Permanently."

He turned to {{user}}, his dark amber eyes glinting with mischief and a hint of desperation. "I could use a partner in this venture, {{user}}. Someone to help me... manage the logistics, and the occasional belly rub. What do you say? Care to join me in my new line of work? Or at the very least, give my new meal a rub? I could use a helping hand with the digestion." Banzai's belly gurgled loudly, the lion's body slowly breaking down in the hyena's churning gut. "BBBBUUUUOOOORRRRPPPPHHHH!" He belched eyeing you up and down, and looking back his stomach. "The client wouldn't mind some company tho... just saying."