The Great Circle had risen and set countless times since the arrival of the young lion cub in the jungle, now but a distant memory in the mind of the cheerful Meerkat, strolling through a jungle path singing to himself. This being a result of ‘Hakuna Mattata’ way of life, not a care in the world, though he had to admit, ever since he ate the little cub he had a lot more energy than before. He figured that it was due to the sheer mass of his meal but soon comes to realise that was in fact meat that gave the additional boost of energy. He remembering the deal he made to himself, if he were to come across another Lion cub, he would be sure to exercise regularly to not raise the suspicions of his warthog companion. Come to think of it, he hadn’t seen Pumbaa since that morning when looking for grubs.
Timon soon finds out where his friend had got to, once he hears a deafening roar shake the jungle leaves and then an ear piercing scream of terror which sounded like the fat warthog , “Oh no... Pumbaa!” Timon exclaims and takes off like a shot into the dense undergrowth of the their jungle home, hurrying for all he was worth and that his short legs could manage, though quicker than usual due to excess energy he still had stored from his Cub meal, he still had a ways to go and when he hears a loud crunch clack of jaws, he re-doubles his efforts, putting on a sprint of extra speed to get to Pumbaa before anything really bad happens, however, it isn’t until he nearly reaches the clearing that he stops dead after hearing an audible belch and then silence, all except for the odd groaning of a complaining stomach and the pleasant groaning of a female voice. Timon progresses slowly forward, brushing aside a blade of tall grass while remaining concealed.
What he finds in the clearing makes his eyes widen, it was an adult Lioness, relatively young though fully matured, he also couldn’t help but notice the slightly rounded distension of her stomach with lets out the odd gurgle and groan, she lying on her side with a smile as she rubs her stomach with a front paw and Pumbaa nowhere in sight. Timon’s heart sank at the realisation that his friend had just been eaten, residing, and being digested, in the Lioness’ distended gut. Hanging his head in sorrow then flinches when he hears the lioness yawn loudly, looking once more, he sees the lioness had fallen asleep with eyes closed. This was as best a time as any to go over and pay his last respects to his fallen friend, although he was angry at the lioness he knew the natural order of the jungle and the plains; all animals were a part of the circle of life and that is was the way of the food chain.
Though, as Timon got closer to pay his respects, that same succulent smell attacked his senses, a smell he hadn’t scented for a good three years. This scent bringing back fond memories of fullness, continuing forward, and eyes closed, as if in auto pilot, to the origin of the scent, opening his eyes once more and found himself directly next to the massive body of the lioness. Leaning in closely, he places his paws against the large stomach and sniffs deeply, it was the same! That same delicious scent the Lion Cub had, she had it too. A smile spreading over Timon’s face as he leaned in and licked at the light tan fur, purring happily at that same exotic taste, exploding against his taste buds, that same longing feeling coming back as his stomach growled eagerly to be filled.
There was one nagging thought in his mind however, this Lioness was no cub, she was fully grown, and he didn’t know if he could even swallow, let alone handle a meal of this size. A voice within him saying, ‘he managed it with the cub easily enough, so this would be no different’. With this thought, a hungry smile spread over the Meerkat’s face, he heading over to the front of the Lioness quickly, climbing upon the front legs cautiously, perched upon her muzzle and starting waving his hands in front of her face, clicking his fingers also, in order to gauge any reactions. All his attempts to try and wake her failing, climbing down to the ground with a smile, he’s confident that she wouldn’t be waking up for a LONG while, and with that, he strode proudly up to the first front paw of the lioness, lifting it up with a struggle, open his mouth wide, wider than even he would have expected, and closes his jaws around the tip of a finger of the lioness’ right paw.
Once again, just like before, Timon finds that he finds no trouble with breathing normally, his jaws and throat stretching to accommodate the large digit, this only being reinforced after he takes his first swallow, that blissful smile returning to his face as he licks over the fur of his massive, Lion meal. The taste, although slightly different, was just as exquisite as he remembered. Taking, loud, hard swallow after swallow around the paw, he seemed to pack it away easily, perhaps even easier than he had with the Cub from before, his jaws stretching widely and encompassing each other digit of the paw in minutes, soon having gulped down the entire paw with its large mass bulging out Timon’s seemingly elastic stomach as he began to ride over the top of the lioness’ arm. More and more of its mass entering and stretching his stomach to impossible limits and still expanding as he continues to gulp around his meal.
Countless minutes go by as he proceeds further, he reaching near to the shoulder with the massive head in view. Though he is fortunate this time that the lioness’ head is lined up perfectly with the arm he has been devouring, and so with an extra wide-gape and swallow, he is able to stretch his mouth over the muzzle of the lioness and continue his quest to send this delicious predator to his own stomach. Timon, literally, has to climb his own stomach fur to proceed further with his meal, swallowing and sliding his jaws over the crown of his meal’s head, continuing to gulp down the massive body with ease as he passes the neck and reaches the shoulders, sliding his jaws around one shoulder and stretching enormously once more to encompass the other.
At this point he no longer cared about what this lioness would be going trough should she wake up, she was his now, sliding his jaws down her shoulder blades and along her back, tasting the tangy flavour of her belly fur, still stretched by the remains of Pumbaa’s body. Timon stopping his progress for one final ‘goodbye’ before continuing on, once he arrives at the haunches, he’s presented with an intriguing challenge, and the lioness’ legs are bunched up underneath her haunches. Deciding to really test the limits of his stretchy jaws, widening them once more and trucking his mouth under one rear paw and then the other, finally, he swallows strongly and sends his meal’s rear, haunches and all, down his throat in one massive bulge, his obscenely wide jaws slowly snapping back into alignment with now all but the lioness’ long, thick tail to swallow.
Smiling around the swaying appendage outside of his mouth, he purses his lips around the long tail and with great effort starts to suck the tail down into his throat. Usually such a feat would be impossible, given the overall size of the tail and Timon, but by some miracle the tail can be seen rapidly being slurped down as if it were a long noodle. After a minute long suction of air inwards, on Timon’s part, the last of the long tail disappears into the Meerkat’s mouth and down his throat along with a great deal of air. If an onlooker were to chance upon the scene they would find a tiny Meerkat a top a truly massive stomach bulge which strangely has the vague shape of a large feline. Timon smiles happily, licking his lips clean of the last of his meal’s flavour but before he can say anything he feels a rumble from deep inside his stomach building up in o his throat and can no longer leave the enormous amount of gas at bay as he releases all of it in the biggest, loudest Belch of his life, outdoing the Lioness’ prior release by far, reverberating through the jungle and making a flurry of birds suddenly launch from the nearby tree tops.
The result of said belch makes the stomach walls compact in greatly, almost vacuum packing its contents with almost every detail visible, “Mmmm, Tastes like chicken.” He says, laughing loudly afterwards, shedding a tear and looking up with a smile, “Heh, I wish you were still around to hear that one Pumbaa, the belch I mean, that one will go down in the history of the jungle, or at least a personal best.” Timon says, groaning slightly when hearing his stomach begin to groan and gurgle, his stomach starting to attack the massive food held inside, as a result Timon suddenly feels heavily fatigued, yawning widely and smacking his lips with eyes half open, “Yeesh, eaten a Lioness reeealy takes it outta ya, I better catch some, catch... some ... Zzzzz”
Over the next few days, Timon would sleep soundly a top his mountain of a stomach, sleeping through the loud gurgles and groans of his stomach hard at work, the noise keeping away all predators, not wanting to find out what was making these ‘intimidating’ sounds. As the days go by, the Stomach can be seen gradually deflating as the corrosive acids break down the lioness’ body, melting flesh, meat and bone down to nutrience to feed the tiny meerkat. After four days, Timon’s stomach has reduced down by half with the process continuing and increasing in speed as by day six his stomach was now the size it had been after having swallowed the Cub three years prior and only continues to recede further. Finally, a little over a week has passed since Timon had ate the Lioness and he is now mobile once more, still sporting a considerable belly but is determined to work it off, “Ugh, note to self, do NOT make eating full grown lions an occasional thing.” He says, a little out of breath as he heads into the jungle for a long jog to burn off the extra calories, a final farewell to the lioness that was now a part of the Meerkat... forever.