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Reon used to be a glorious lion, but just one night later, he turned into a breathless, weak and overweight old lion. Now, let him lie on the bed and rest well. Wait for the inevitable increase in weight of the heavy objects in front of him.

I did all this because I wanted to ruin someone's life, and a random old lion was an ideal choice. Hope you enjoy it!
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Reon used to be the heartthrob of their school. His perfect physique, charming personality and beautiful mane made everyone in the school want to be his friend. He always wore revealing clothes on purpose to show off his chiseled abs. And as he wished, he could always hear people whispering about how good his body was when he was out. He spent his high school years in the limelight, or at least that's what he hoped for.

Things started to go wrong after a bottle of water. One day, after playing tennis with his friends, Reon returned to his seat, panting, and took out his water from his bag, drinking it all in one go. At first, there was no problem, but when he finished the last sip, a strange aftertaste suddenly emerged deep in his throat, like a mixture of alcohol, smoke, body odor and so on, or abstractly speaking, a smell of an old man. Of course, Reon knew that his water shouldn't taste like this. Someone had added something to his water while he is no notice! He immediately ran to the bathroom to induce vomiting, but the smell in his mouth became more and more intense. Eventually, his friends took him to the hospital for a check-up. The results were normal, and he could only hope that this was just a prank by a fan, at least it was better than being drugged. Back home, no matter how many times he rinsed his mouth, the choking smell in his mouth didn't weaken at all. He could only fall asleep with this unpleasant smell, and having a good dream was a luxury.

Reon woke up, or rather half-awake. His eyelids were very heavy, as if they were stuck together by a lot of secretions. What was more noticeable was his whole body. At this moment, his entire body was covered with a tingling sensation. He patted his arm, but there was almost no feeling. Clearly, his sleep quality last night was terrible. After calming down for a moment, he propped himself up on his hands, trying to get up, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't muster any strength. After several failed attempts, he had no choice but to roll over to the side with great effort, using both hands and feet to crawl. When his buttocks dropped, he finally managed to sit up in a kneeling position. He panted heavily, wondering why getting up was so difficult, but the numbness in his body seemed to be urging him. He couldn't wait to wash his face to wake himself up. Reon remained in a kneeling position, propping himself up on the bed, moving inch by inch towards the edge. During the process, even with his numb body, he could feel that his abdomen had a strange sensation, as if there was an area of contact that didn't fit, as if it could touch his thighs, or even... the bed. Finally sitting on the edge of the bed, Reon rubbed his eyes and forced them open a tiny space. Driven by muscle memory, he carried on his usual clothes and backpack and walked into the bathroom. He turned on the water and washed his face, but instead of the refreshing feeling he expected, a strong, familiar smell of yesterday hit him in the face. But at least the sticky substance on his eyelids was washed away, so he opened his eyes...

What appeared in the mirror was a scene he never thought would happen to him. The lion in front of him had muscle atrophy, with wrinkles all over his face, his eyes were cloudy, his cheekbones protruded, his beard was unkempt and uneven, with black and white patches randomly distributed on his face. His lips hung down in an unimaginable slackness, and he even had a slight hunchback. His once proud mane, which used to reach his chest, was now completely gone, with only a few dry and yellow hairs hanging down from his scalp, and his hairline was almost receding behind his forehead. And on his chest, there were only some hard, messy black chest hairs mixed with a few white ones. Armpit hair jutted out wildly from under his arms, and his arms were inevitably covered with thick body hair. His fingers were shriveled and his joints protruded. In contrast, the flabby flesh on his arms was quite prominent, and the loose skin made him look even more decadent. But all of this paled in comparison to the huge mass of flesh hanging in front of him. The abdominal muscles he once took pride in and received countless praises for had merged into one, now hanging over the sink in an astonishing size, almost touching the faucet. He wondered if he could even wrap his arms around his own belly. His sagging chest drooped along the shape of his abdomen to both sides, and the pubic hair on his lower abdomen remained disheveled. The once clean fur was now covered with curly and coarse body hair everywhere. He tried to make a sound, but what came out was a hoarse voice he didn't recognize and that familiar foul smell. He stopped making sounds and just panted, examining everything that had happened to him. Everything, everything was showing that he was now just a pot-bellied, powerless old man with no hope. The glorious days of the past were gone and would never return. What accompanied him now was only the pain in the joints and muscles, and that huge, eye-catching mass of flesh that was destined to accompany him for the rest of his life.