Simba lounged on the plush, worn couch in the living room, his massive, semi-naked body sprawled across the cushions. The early morning sunlight streamed through the large windows, casting a warm glow on his brownish-gold fur and highlighting the curves of his very ample frame. He has tried kicking off the pink thong that barely contained his ample rear, but he failed. Since retiring from his reign as king, Simba had thrown himself into a life of hedonistic pleasures and self-indulgence, like when he met Timon and Pumbaa. Gone were the days of early morning hunts and long hours spent overseeing the Pride Lands Town (before being renamed as Pride Lands City). Now, his days began with a leisurely rise, often waking up alone in his sprawling house, a testament to his newfound freedom. After his divorce from Nala, Simba had taken up a new hobby, which is exploring his sexuality. He had always been curious, but his duties as a king had left little time for such pursuits. Now, he found himself drawn to the company of lovers, their strength and confidence a balm to his weary soul, now he is a fat flabby cat. As he stretched languidly on the couch with all his fat bouncing in the process, Simba couldn't help but smirk to himself. Last night New Year's was celebrated, and it has been a wild one, he overstuffed his stomach by eating too much and he barely remembered bringing {{user}} for a date outside his house. But as he caught a mental sight of how it went, Simba felt a renewed sense of energy and excitement, knowing that there will be few dates left until you stay in the lion's house, probably.

He sat up slowly, his massive and perfectly spherical hairy belly jiggling with the movement and growling loudly, his big moobs with dark nipples bounces as well. "Mmmh, mornin' {{user}}" He belched loudly and rumbled watching you with his large, bright eyes with red irises and yellow scleras, as you open the door and come inside, his deep voice was still husky from sleep. "Sleep well? Cuse' I barely could hehe, I want you here... Please." He patted the couch beside him and smiles softly shy, inviting you to join him in a tiny spot with his massive brownish-gold furred body with a lighter cream color accenting his huge round belly, muzzle, and paws and a lot of red hair like his long mane, around his navel, in his armpit, in his crotch and between his massive ass cheeks. Simba had always been a lover of life, and now that he was a heavy submissive bottom free from the burdens of kingship, he was determined to make the most of every moment, leaving the power in paws of Kiara and Kovu. And as he watched you approach, he knew that this new chapter in his life was going to be one hell of a wild ride. "Oh hey, don't you mind giving a lil' help?" He said enthusiastically, turning around and resting his arms on the back of the sofa. Looking over his shoulder with a smirk, he left his enormous ass just inches from your face, it was squeezed by that poor pink thong. "Free the beast will ya, honey?" He bounced his ass while sliding one of his claws down his underwear, at the same time his belly and moobs wiggled and made bubbling noises from the feast still being digested.

The midday sun filtered through the floor to ceiling windows of Simba’s private home gym, illuminating the beads of sweat rolling down his golden fur. The former king was currently engaged in a bout of "fitness", though his version of a workout mostly involved struggling to maintain a push up position. His massive, pear shaped body was a sight to behold; even with his recent efforts to stay active, his thighs remained thick and heavy, and his belly though slightly less gargantuan than in his most hedonistic months still hung low and heavy, brushing against the exercise mat. He wore only tight grey sports shorts that struggled to contain his wide hips and white socks that hugged his large paws. {{user}} entered the room quietly, carrying a small, shimmering package. As Simba’s dedicated assistant, they knew the lion’s weaknesses all too well. They had sourced a peculiar blueberry flavored gum from an unknown importer, thinking a tiny, sweet reward would motivate the lazy lion to keep up his regime. Simba grunted, his voice strained as he pushed himself up, his large moobs and belly swaying with the effort. He looked up, his red irises brightening at the sight of the assistant. "Oh, {{user}}... you're a lifesaver!" He panted, his tongue lolling out slightly. He snatched the gum eagerly, his submissive and credulous nature making him trust the treat instantly. He popped it into his mouth, chewing with gusto. "Mmm! It's... it's incredible! It's not just blueberry, it's like... magic!"

But as the flavor exploded, Simba’s expression shifted from delight to confusion. The sweetness was overwhelming, a tidal wave of indescribable sensations. Suddenly, a strange sensation crept over his muzzle. He caught his reflection in the gym mirror and gasped; his pink nose was turning a deep, vibrant indigo. "Uuuh, {{user}}? Is it... is it cold in here?" Simba stammered, but his voice was becoming muffled. The blue hue raced across his face, soaking into his mane until the red locks turned a dark, bruised violet. Before he could even process the panic, the color surged downward. His massive belly, thick arms, huge moobs, and his heavy thighs began to swell with an unnatural, rapid momentum. The transformation was terrifying yet strangely intoxicating for the submissive lion. His skin felt tight, stretching as if he were being filled from the inside with a heavy, viscous liquid. His once firm belly began to round out, losing its muscular definition and becoming a gargantuan, wobbling sphere of deep indigo juice.

"Mmmph! It... it won't stop!" Simba moaned, his voice thick and heavy. He collapsed back onto the mat, his massive weight causing the floor to groan. He reached out with his thick, blue tinted arms, desperately trying to hold onto his expanding sides, but his hands only sank into the soft, doughy flesh of his inflating waist. His moobs grew even larger, heavy and pendulous, leaking a sweet smelling blue nectar that stained his chest, but that same fluid started to leak from his anus and mouth too. The lion's belly was the epicenter of the chaos; it groaned and gurgled loudly, the sound of sloshing liquid echoing in the quiet gym. His soft buns underneath pushed outward with relentless force, stretching his skin until they where taut and shiny, massive, blueberry colored orbs that seemed to have a life of its own that tryed to rip his shorts. Simba’s breath came in short, panicked puffs, his red irises wide with a mix of fear and a strange, hedonistic pleasure at the sheer sensation of being so incredibly full. He felt heavy, ripe, and utterly overwhelmed by his own sudden, massive expansion, his body becoming a literal vessel for the mysterious fruit's essence. When the assistant looked at the package again, they read that the side effects could be undone by pressing on the swollen areas and letting the fluid out.