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Another one of those "Big" stories I'm making. This one is basically the original story of Disney's The Lion King, but made after how it would look if Simba was a very fat lion through it all.
Original picture: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13402597/
Link to part 2: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12263601/
Link to part 3: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12636610/
Link to part 4: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13007127/
Link to part 5: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13589041/
Link to part 6: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14319441/
Link to part 7: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15171286/
Link to part 8: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16183323/
Link to part 9: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16497944/
The Lion King belongs to Disney.
As the sun rose up in the horizon a large number of the animals from all the corners of the savannah were gathering towards Pride Rock to witness something great. A son to the king of the pride was getting born. As they all approached the giant cliff some of them started to move to the sides. Breaking up the sea of animals was Rafiki the mandrill, the Grand Vizier to the great king Mufasa. He was also known as the great medicine man to the king and his family brought specially to this event to help deliver the newborn. Climbing up the Pride Rock Rafiki was greeted by Mufasa himself, who lead him into the cave where his family lived.
Inside laid Sarabi heavily pregnant with her cub, ready to any moment now give birth. With the well developed and highly functional hands that Rafiki possessed he was able to use them to found the sensitivities spots on Sarabi to massage them and ease her pains. He had been helping many female animals in the pride to give birth, but this was possible the most important task he’s ever done. With Sarabi cooperating and Mufasa standing there putting complete thrust in letting Rafiki do his, the birth proceeded without problems. After being born Rafiki took and lifted up the newborn baby too take him and show him outside to the other animals. While doing so Rafiki got a bit surprised by the weight of the child. It wasn’t heavy per se but Rafiki had helped given birth to other lion cubs before, so he had a pretty clear definition by how much one weights. Looking a bit worried Sarabi asked, “Is it something wrong with it?” “No, No,” Rafiki answered calmly back, “It’s just a little heavier than usual, but that just means good luck.” Seeing Sarabi getting calm down again Rafiki took and walked the cub out to the big crowed.
Walking up to the end of the cliff Rafiki held the child straight up in the air for all to see. All the animals there got wild by the sight. There were all kinds of screams and roars that could be heard from miles that celebrated the birth of a new king. And like a sign from the spirits from the skies, the clouds split up letting the sunlight stream through and shine on the cub. The animals where so stunned by this sight that they all started to bow to their newborn leader. After finishing the process Rafiki walked back into the cave to return the child to its parents. Giving it to Sarabi she took and brought it close to her, feeling for the first time her newborn cuddling her. “It’s a boy.” Rafiki told the parents. “What shall we call him?” Mufasa asked. “I think Simba would be nice.” Sarabi answered. “Then that’s what he’s name shall be.” Mufasa said. “And don’t worry about the extra weight he has,” Rafiki added, “It completely normal for some newborn to have a little extra baby fat. He will be losing it when he gets older.”
But as Simba got older and started to be able to both walk and talk his parents found out that his body fat didn’t go away so easily. While the other cubs had very slim and well fit bodies, (thanks to the training they gave each other while playing) while Simba’s was a bit doughier and chubbier looking. His stomach was hanging a little, and his cheeks looked a bit swollen, but except for that not much was making him different from the rest of the cubs. Some of the reasons to why he still had this heavier body were actually his parents. Being the king and queen of the pride land they had the right to have a bigger part of the catch that the females got from the days hunting, and even thought they had had a plan to try and make Simba lose weight, Simba still found ways to make his parents give him more food. Being a little cub he learnt that the best way to get what you want it to play the guilt trick. By doing so to one of his parents at the time he managed to receive some extra legs or intestines of the preys they catch. That and having his parents being the busiest adults on the pride, gave him the chance to just laying around in the caves and be lazy all day.
But as times went on Simba’s bad habits of eating and sleeping started to really take effect. He went from looking kinda chubby like some kids to become all around fat. Starting with the front Simba’s head was now much, much more rounded. His cheeks where much more bloated and thicker, and his chin and neck almost started to melt together. That innocent little potbelly of his had now grown into a big furry sack that was hanging under him. It reached down to his knees, and if he tried crouching to sneak up to a predator he would only go down a few inches before feeling his belly blocking him. His legs that holds his body up where also larger, they looked even bigger and juicier then the legs on any prey that they hunted. Finally was his enormous behind that other cubs had been teasing Simba with saying it was wider then a hippopotamus kids butt, which actually almost was true.
Both Mufasa and Sarabi felt that it wasn’t good for their boy’s health to still have this extra weight, but like before being the most important male and female of the tribe none of them had any time to look after the son’s eating habits. Even Zazu, the king’s majordomo was far to busy with much more important things then looking after what the future king would have for lunch. That leaved them with only one choice. Someone that neither Mufasa nor Sarabi would choose to look after their kid, but there was nobody else but him.
Scar.
Not even Scar himself was pleased with the role that had been given. He couldn’t care less about the kid since it had been announced that that kid would be replacing the throne after Mufasa’s time passes. If it was anything that Scar wanted most of all it was to rule over all of the Pride Lands. He could have lived with waiting until Mufasa was to weak to lead to take over, but the thought of having a little brat as a better replacement then him made him really grind his teethes. It didn’t help either that the kid in question was a lazy slob. “If he had been big and strong and could actually stand some kind of treat to me, I would have shown him some respect.” Scar thought to himself, “But having him being an elephant kid dressed up like a lion is just like a cruel joke towards me.”
“Hey Scaaar!” An annoying little voice said to him. Keeping his back turned away from the cub Scar just answered back irritated, “What is it?” “I’m hungry but my parents won’t let me eat anything more until it’s time for dinner. So can I have just a tiny bit from you?” The fat cub asked his uncle.
“This had been the same story day after day.” Scar thought, “The kid eat all he can at home and when his parents tells him to not any more, guess where he goes? To me of course! Just using me as a backup source for his eating. Just like I wouldn’t be using my own food for anything else then to store it up for when he comes. Yet I must admit that I find it amusing letting him stuff himself, just for the knowing that he’s putting himself into more trouble the more he eats. Plus helping him getting into a less and less “”Kingly state”” could be good in the long run.”
Putting all his thoughts aside, Scar walked of and came back with a leg of a zebra for Simba to munch on. “And giving him a false sense of trust with me is not bad either.” Scar thought evilly as he watched Simba spoil himself.
By this rate Scar would be the last person Simba would think twice about, and that would cost him dearly…
Another one of those "Big" stories I'm making. This one is basically the original story of Disney's The Lion King, but made after how it would look if Simba was a very fat lion through it all.
Original picture: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13402597/
Link to part 2: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12263601/
Link to part 3: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/12636610/
Link to part 4: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13007127/
Link to part 5: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13589041/
Link to part 6: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14319441/
Link to part 7: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15171286/
Link to part 8: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16183323/
Link to part 9: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16497944/
The Lion King belongs to Disney.
As the sun rose up in the horizon a large number of the animals from all the corners of the savannah were gathering towards Pride Rock to witness something great. A son to the king of the pride was getting born. As they all approached the giant cliff some of them started to move to the sides. Breaking up the sea of animals was Rafiki the mandrill, the Grand Vizier to the great king Mufasa. He was also known as the great medicine man to the king and his family brought specially to this event to help deliver the newborn. Climbing up the Pride Rock Rafiki was greeted by Mufasa himself, who lead him into the cave where his family lived.
Inside laid Sarabi heavily pregnant with her cub, ready to any moment now give birth. With the well developed and highly functional hands that Rafiki possessed he was able to use them to found the sensitivities spots on Sarabi to massage them and ease her pains. He had been helping many female animals in the pride to give birth, but this was possible the most important task he’s ever done. With Sarabi cooperating and Mufasa standing there putting complete thrust in letting Rafiki do his, the birth proceeded without problems. After being born Rafiki took and lifted up the newborn baby too take him and show him outside to the other animals. While doing so Rafiki got a bit surprised by the weight of the child. It wasn’t heavy per se but Rafiki had helped given birth to other lion cubs before, so he had a pretty clear definition by how much one weights. Looking a bit worried Sarabi asked, “Is it something wrong with it?” “No, No,” Rafiki answered calmly back, “It’s just a little heavier than usual, but that just means good luck.” Seeing Sarabi getting calm down again Rafiki took and walked the cub out to the big crowed.
Walking up to the end of the cliff Rafiki held the child straight up in the air for all to see. All the animals there got wild by the sight. There were all kinds of screams and roars that could be heard from miles that celebrated the birth of a new king. And like a sign from the spirits from the skies, the clouds split up letting the sunlight stream through and shine on the cub. The animals where so stunned by this sight that they all started to bow to their newborn leader. After finishing the process Rafiki walked back into the cave to return the child to its parents. Giving it to Sarabi she took and brought it close to her, feeling for the first time her newborn cuddling her. “It’s a boy.” Rafiki told the parents. “What shall we call him?” Mufasa asked. “I think Simba would be nice.” Sarabi answered. “Then that’s what he’s name shall be.” Mufasa said. “And don’t worry about the extra weight he has,” Rafiki added, “It completely normal for some newborn to have a little extra baby fat. He will be losing it when he gets older.”
But as Simba got older and started to be able to both walk and talk his parents found out that his body fat didn’t go away so easily. While the other cubs had very slim and well fit bodies, (thanks to the training they gave each other while playing) while Simba’s was a bit doughier and chubbier looking. His stomach was hanging a little, and his cheeks looked a bit swollen, but except for that not much was making him different from the rest of the cubs. Some of the reasons to why he still had this heavier body were actually his parents. Being the king and queen of the pride land they had the right to have a bigger part of the catch that the females got from the days hunting, and even thought they had had a plan to try and make Simba lose weight, Simba still found ways to make his parents give him more food. Being a little cub he learnt that the best way to get what you want it to play the guilt trick. By doing so to one of his parents at the time he managed to receive some extra legs or intestines of the preys they catch. That and having his parents being the busiest adults on the pride, gave him the chance to just laying around in the caves and be lazy all day.
But as times went on Simba’s bad habits of eating and sleeping started to really take effect. He went from looking kinda chubby like some kids to become all around fat. Starting with the front Simba’s head was now much, much more rounded. His cheeks where much more bloated and thicker, and his chin and neck almost started to melt together. That innocent little potbelly of his had now grown into a big furry sack that was hanging under him. It reached down to his knees, and if he tried crouching to sneak up to a predator he would only go down a few inches before feeling his belly blocking him. His legs that holds his body up where also larger, they looked even bigger and juicier then the legs on any prey that they hunted. Finally was his enormous behind that other cubs had been teasing Simba with saying it was wider then a hippopotamus kids butt, which actually almost was true.
Both Mufasa and Sarabi felt that it wasn’t good for their boy’s health to still have this extra weight, but like before being the most important male and female of the tribe none of them had any time to look after the son’s eating habits. Even Zazu, the king’s majordomo was far to busy with much more important things then looking after what the future king would have for lunch. That leaved them with only one choice. Someone that neither Mufasa nor Sarabi would choose to look after their kid, but there was nobody else but him.
Scar.
Not even Scar himself was pleased with the role that had been given. He couldn’t care less about the kid since it had been announced that that kid would be replacing the throne after Mufasa’s time passes. If it was anything that Scar wanted most of all it was to rule over all of the Pride Lands. He could have lived with waiting until Mufasa was to weak to lead to take over, but the thought of having a little brat as a better replacement then him made him really grind his teethes. It didn’t help either that the kid in question was a lazy slob. “If he had been big and strong and could actually stand some kind of treat to me, I would have shown him some respect.” Scar thought to himself, “But having him being an elephant kid dressed up like a lion is just like a cruel joke towards me.”
“Hey Scaaar!” An annoying little voice said to him. Keeping his back turned away from the cub Scar just answered back irritated, “What is it?” “I’m hungry but my parents won’t let me eat anything more until it’s time for dinner. So can I have just a tiny bit from you?” The fat cub asked his uncle.
“This had been the same story day after day.” Scar thought, “The kid eat all he can at home and when his parents tells him to not any more, guess where he goes? To me of course! Just using me as a backup source for his eating. Just like I wouldn’t be using my own food for anything else then to store it up for when he comes. Yet I must admit that I find it amusing letting him stuff himself, just for the knowing that he’s putting himself into more trouble the more he eats. Plus helping him getting into a less and less “”Kingly state”” could be good in the long run.”
Putting all his thoughts aside, Scar walked of and came back with a leg of a zebra for Simba to munch on. “And giving him a false sense of trust with me is not bad either.” Scar thought evilly as he watched Simba spoil himself.
By this rate Scar would be the last person Simba would think twice about, and that would cost him dearly…
Category Story / Fat Furs
Species Lion
Size 120 x 92px
File Size 28.5 kB
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