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Another commission, this time from 
Vaughn Blondetail. Kind of an interesting request, as this is largely based on an old Madagascar weight gain comic made by 
CaptainFurry, one of the first artists I discovered and appreciated when first delving into the fat fur fetish. Hope everyone enjoys!
EDIT: Here are the links to the original comic!
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15636103/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15636167/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15636231/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15636279/
The fields of Africa were quite peaceful in the morning. The presiding animals were able to get themselves a good night’s sleep rather frequently. The same could even be said for a select few animals born and raised in the concrete jungle of New York City.
Marty the zebra, Gloria the hippo, and Melman the giraffe all enjoyed sleeping under the stars and at their own leisure. Sure, things like scavenging for food instead having it served to them took a bit of getting used to, but it was all worth it to be able to relax in their well-deserved vacation from the hustle and bustle of the Big Apple. Since deciding to stay in Africa, the three of them had taken well to sleeping in. They all seemed to be very well-rested now that they had no jobs to be awake for. Even now, the animals were snoozing along with their own kind lazily and happily.
If they could change one thing however…it would be their morning alarm.
“GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD MORNING, AFRICA!!!!” roared Alex the lion in the middle of the field. The noise rung across the entire plains, stirring all of the animals from there sleep, and enticing frustrated grunts from his three zoo-raised pals. Many of the animals got up in excitement to greet and admire the reputably showy king, but his friends knew him better and were well-aware of how obnoxious he was.
Melman rolled over with a yelp, startled completely awake by the sound, his wide eyes red from tiredness. “Whuh!? What’s that? Who’s there!?”
“Ugh,” Gloria moaned with her arm slung over her eyes as if to push herself back to sleep. “He’s at it again…”
“When is he not?” Marty groaned as he shakily got to his feet, his eyelids still heavy from slumber.
“How’s everyone doing this morning? I believe it’s time for your great and powerful king to mingle with the masses! Come on, lemme hear it.” In response, the animals began clapping and cheering for Alex. He began shaking paws with the animals up to greet him and exchanged friendly glances with all of them. They were all very excited for even the chance of interacting with him, and he relished in that attention.
Over the years, Alex the lion had grown accustomed to being treated like a king, whether it was being fed delicious treats by zookeepers or lauded with applause and admiration by his human audience. But out here, where his kind was literally regarded as kings of the jungle, Alex’s ego only grew. Not only did he have the love of his subjects, but now he had an entire kingdom in Africa dedicated to his wonder.
Learning much from his father (though only paying attention to certain bits), Alex had his own ideas of what it meant to be a king. And with his parents on vacation, the kingdom was left to him for the time being. He had certain responsibilities to uphold, but he also had the complete and utter devotion of every animal within his domain. And because of that…
“Okay, chop-chop.” Alex clapped his paws twice as soon as he mingled with as many of his subjects as he felt necessary. “Can’t be your wise and loveable king on an empty stomach! Let’s get some breakfast going, huh? Ya hear me, hippos?”
The herd of hippos immediately went to their waterhole for some fish. All except a disgruntled Gloria were fishing around while she stood her ground from afar and pouted.
“You guys,” Alex commanded, pointing one claw at the giraffes. “Find me some nice big leaves. Africa’s feeling pretty sunny today, and your king would like some shade to cover that.”
The giraffes bowed, acknowledging his request. They slunk away to fetch their leaves, and Melman looked on at his fellow species getting a little confused.
“And zebras…” Alex raised an eyebrow and smirked, pointing his finger down. “…you know the drill.”
Three of the female zebras—which were surprisingly uncommon among the herd—giggled and immediately rushed to Alex’s side. Marty saw this from a distance. “Blegh,” he voiced as he stuck his tongue out in disgust.
With one more good stretch to knock him fully into a wakened state, Marty clopped over to Alex, where the other zebras had just gotten started with their business. Alex leaned back against the side of one zebra, placing his paws behind head and waiting for the other two to do their dirty work.
“Oh, yeah…” Alex droned, his eyes fluttery. “That’s the ticket…keep do—ooh! Yeah, keep doing that!”
“Ahem,” Marty coughed loudly and intently.
“Hey, Marty! What’s up? Ooh, don’t tell me…want one of these ladies to take care of your morning stiffness?”
“I think I’ll be okay, Alex.” Marty was stern and flat-voiced as he spoke. “Besides, it looks like you got these ladies pretty occupied already.”
“What can I say? These feet aren’t gonna massage themselves, y’know? Am I right, ladies?” The two zebras rubbing Alex’s feet nodded in agreement, staring longingly at their king. “They’re surprisingly deft for having hooves!”
“Uh-huh. Listen, Alex. Do you ever think that…maybe you’re letting this hole ‘king’ thing, uh, go to your head a little bit?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Alex replied. Just then, he clapped twice and Julian the lemur was immediately at his side.
“You called, your mane-gi-ness?” Julian was more than happy to serve Alex as king, if only to curry his favor for future endeavors.
“My water, please.”
“Oh, I do not know. I had trouble carving out a stone bowl and all the big hippos filled up the lake and—” Julian then pulled out a stone bowl filled with water from behind his back. “Just kidding, your majesty! I always have your water! I almost tricked you, but I really had it.”
“Ha! You always throw me for a loop, Jules! How about a swig, then?”
“With pleasure, your highness!” Julian mounted himself on top of the zebra at Alex’s back and tipped his bowl, pouring the contents directly into Alex’s mouth without a single stray drop.
“This!” Marty pointed at Julian and the zebras massaging him. “You don’t think any of this is a little much?”
“Marty, come on! I’m their king! I scratch their backs and they scratch mine! Besides, I don’t think anyone has a problem obeying their ruler. Do you?”
The zebras shook their heads. Julian spoke up and said, “Oh, no. Not at all! He’s a wonderful king! Learned from the best, after all!” He scraped his shoulder, obliviously being the only one in the immediate area impressed with himself.
Gloria joined Alex and Marty, having heard the gist of their conversation. “Marty’s got a point, you know. Kings are usually fairer than this.”
Alex twirled his finger. In response, Julian placed his hands on Alex’s head and turned it, making it face Gloria. “Are you insinuating that I don’t treat my subjects fairly or rule justly?”
Gloria scoffed. “Look…you’re not a…bad king. You just…” She was cut off by two hippos brushing past her and presenting some fish to Alex. Licking his lips, he had Julian push his head down so he could grab the fish with his teeth and munch on them.
Gloria’s gaze flattened as she continued to speak, now more sternly. “…seem a little pompous.”
“Hey, I do a ton of things for the kingdom every day, you know! I deserve a little TLC every now and then, don’t I?”
“Yeah…” Melman muttered, stumbling over to the group. “But…it kinda seems like you maybe sorta have them do more in return…?”
“Uh, and then I do more stuff later? Duh!”
Melman was about to retort when his vision suddenly became a little darker. He looked up to see a giraffe with a large leaf in his teeth, creating some shade for Alex to rest under.
“Guys, guys.” Alex raised his paws in defense, his voice dappled by amusement. “I really don’t see what the problem is here! It’s not like I’m ruling with an iron fist! I’m a pretty chill king, wouldn’t you say?”
Marty huffed with frustration. “We never said you were! All we’re saying is that you’re being a little—”
“Hold that thought,” Alex interrupted, looking at an imaginary clock on his wrist. “It’s about time for my morning sunbathing session.”
“Sunbathing!?” asked Marty.
“Of course! Gotta keep this golden brown luster in tip-top shape! It’s pretty great too! I lay on one of the hippos’ bellies and float around on the waterhole in the sun! Why don’t you guys join me?”
The three of them only replied with a stern stare.
Alex shrugged at them. “Suit yourselves.” He began strutting proudly towards the waterhole. “Your king is gonna get his tan on before his lunch!”
“But lunch isn’t for another few hours!” Melman called as Alex got farther.
“Is that all!? Well, there’s no time to lose!” His voice began to trail off as he continued. “Oh, and I’ll get to that kingly duty stuff soon…”
Julian began tagging alongside Alex. “I’m coming, your majesty! You never know when he’ll need his trustworthy due-for-a-promotion-any-day assistant, you know!” He immediately dashed away.
“Now, I KNOW that he did not just cut me off for a tan,” Marty huffed.
“And he’d better not be using one of my kind as a pool floatie,” Gloria seethed.
“Can lions even get tan?” Melman pondered. “I mean, all that fur…”
“Psh…king of the jungle,” scoffed Marty. “I’ll tell you what he’s king of! King of being obnoxious!”
From behind a rock, a tiny little penguin head peeked out. His eyes darting left and right, he scanned to make sure no other animal would be within earshot of him. There wasn’t. With a flap of his flipper, Skipper summoned the rest of his penguin crew for an important meeting.
“Gentlemen,” Skipper announced. “I’m glad you could all join me in this covert meeting of the finest and most talented crew this land has to offer…and you three.”
Skipper’s trusted companions—Rico, Kowalski, and Private—stood in a line fidgeting and giggling.
“We are gathered here today,” continued Skipper. “To finally get the ball rolling on our most dangerous mission yet! Operation Lion-peachment!”
Skipper’s men began clapping, but he immediately put up a flipper for silence. “For too long, these blazing African fields have been ruled under a hairy and clawed iron fist of the Panthera Leo, or the lion, while us penguins have been left out to dry. Well, no longer! As the outlying and most foreign species of this land, it is my belief that we should be entitled to kings-of-Africa thanks to our worldly experience and the infallible argument that we think we should be in charge. This will be no easy task, my fellow penguins. We must be quick and cunning and as covert as possible with this operation. Rico!”
At his call, Rico was at Skipper’s side, his flippers tentatively hugging close to his chest several ticking explosives and bombs with running fuses. “We moving on to Plan B, boss?” He asked excitedly.
“Heh-heh-heh,” Skipper chuckled wryly. “Uh, no. Plan A comes before Plan B, does it not, dum-dum?”
“Oh, right!” Rico nodded blankly and tossed his armful of explosives away. Their distant explosion went unnoticed by the penguins as Skipper began to relay the plan.
“Now, Phase 1 of Operation Lion-peachment: We—”
“Sir,” Private called, his eyes fixated on approaching figures in the distance. “We have bogeys approaching!”
Skipper was characteristically quick to act as he gave his men hushed orders. “Incognito, boys! Go, go, go!”
The penguins hurriedly ducked behind their rock, slowly peeking their heads out to see who was coming. It was Marty, Gloria, and Melman with aggravated looks on their faces.
Skipper tsked. “It’s the king’s monkeys, is it?”
“Actually,” Kowalski began correcting, “I think that’s a zebra, a hippo, and a giraffe, sir!”
“Duly noted,” Skipper confirmed seriously.
“Man, I can’t take Alex’s attitude,” Marty shouted. “He’s got to be the most annoying king this side of the Sahara!”
“What’s this?” Skipper rubbed his nonexistent chin, cautiously intrigued at Marty’s venting.
Gloria snorted angrily. “I swear, the next time I see him lying on some hippo’s belly, I’m gonna make sure he’s under mine!”
“Y-yeah, I’m a little peeved at Alex’s behavior too!” Melman chimed.
“Boys,” Skipper said, his voice not as hushed as before. “I think we just found ourselves some valuable comrades in these monkeys…”
Skipper’s men giggled blankly in response and followed him as he jumped out from behind the rock and waddled towards the trio. “Greetings, fellow mutineers,” he announced when he was close enough.
“Oh, hey,” Marty greeted. “What’re you guys doing here?”
“We couldn’t help but overhear how displeased you are with Africa’s current king…”
“Yeah, he’s getting really obnoxious. You could make a balloon float with all that hot air!”
“We know how you feel, my striped friend. And it’s our belief that sentiments like these call for a little…” He finished his sentence in a hushed and ominous tone. “…overthrow.”
“Whuh?” Marty reared back from the penguins. “No, no, fellas, you got it all wrong! We’re not gonna overthrow Alex, that’s just nuts!”
“Yeah,” Gloria put in. “If anything, we just wanna teach that hot-headed furball a lesson, that’s all!”
“No need to hide your true intentions. You’re among likeminded compatriots here!”
“Uh-huh…” Marty took one more step away from the penguins. “Look, we don’t have any problems with Alex being king! I just wish we could show him how bloated his ego is getting!”
Melman stifled a laugh. “Bloated…ha! That’d be pretty hilarious!”
The rest of the animals slowly turned to Melman with raised eyebrows. When Melman noticed, he gave a startled “What?”
“What would be pretty hilarious?” Marty asked.
“Oh, nothing…I was just…pfft!” Holding back another laugh, Melman leaned his head down to Marty’s ear and began whispering. Soon enough, Marty was stifling laughs along with Melman.
“That ain’t such a bad idea,” Marty acknowledged.
“What are you two talking about?” asked a curious Gloria.
Marty went up and whispered into Gloria’s ear, and she nearly shrieked with laughter.
“I think we could probably pull that off,” Marty declared.
“You know what?” Gloria wiped away an amused tear from her eye. “Let’s do it!”
“Penguins,” Marty called. “I got a little job for you. Need you to round us up some fish. A LOT of it! And have it prepared for lunch!”
“Oh yeah?” Skipper was suspicious of everyone’s whispering. “What’s in it for us, stripes?”
“Uh…you were talking about ‘overthrowing’ Alex, right?” Marty asked with a bit of sarcasm in his voice.
“What if we were?”
“Well, I could get you a throne to start things off.” Marty looked up to Gloria and Melman, who started laughing when they realized what he meant.
Skipper exchanged glances with his men, who were nodding at him. Skipper’s head joined them in agreement. “You got yourself a deal.”
“All right,” said Marty. “Now…we have some lunch to prepare for our king, don’t we, fellas?”
Alex was resting lazily on a rock when lunchtime rolled around. His internal clock (or rather his belly) woke him up just in time for his feast. He stretched himself out and leapt down from the rock, licking his lips and rubbing his empty belly. “I think it’s about time to get my grub on!”
He began strolling around, clapping his paws to call for his servants. “Hello? Anyone? Your king demands nourishment! And then, he’ll take care of all the duties and stuff.” He was surprised to not get any response from anyone. There didn’t seem to be an animal in sight. “That’s strange. Where’d everyone go?”
Alex must have walked for 10 minutes straight without seeing another soul in the area. He was less curious and more frustrated now. “Okay, this is getting ridiculous. My stomach’s growling louder than I do! Where the heck is anybody!? Where’s my food!? JULIAN!”
It hadn’t occurred to Alex until now to call upon his trusted advisor and servant, and he wished he had thought of it sooner, because Julian came zipping to his side as quick as a bullet. “I am here, your majesty!”
“Finally,” Alex sighed. “Someone I can talk to. What’s going on?”
“I am terribly sorry for the delay, your lion-ness! But as per your instructions, I have privatized as much of the immediate area as I could for your lunch today!”
“Thank goodness. I was wondering when—huh? Wait, when did I ask you to do that?”
“Well, you didn’t exactly ask me yourself, your majesty! You had your loud stripy friend relay the message to me!”
“Loud stripy friend…? You mean Marty? He sent a message for me?” Alex was puzzled.
“Well, that is what he told me!”
“He did?”
“Oh, look” Julian pointed behind Alex. “He is even coming towards us now! You can ask him about it yourself if you are still confused, your highness!”
Alex turned around and sure enough, Marty was walking towards them, grinning hiding something behind his back. Alex was still confused about everything that was going on, but was relieved to see another animal somewhere, especially a friend.
“Hey there Alex,” Marty called in a tone much more cheerful than this morning. “Been looking all over for you!”
“Marty!” Alex was relieved as he walked towards Marty. “Finally, signs of life! Everyone seems to have vanished! And...you told Julian that I asked for that, for some reason…?”
“Did I?” Marty voice sounded a bit mocking, but went unnoticed by anyone. “Well, we can discuss that over a little lunch, can’t we?”
“Now you’re speaking my language!”
“Lemur,” Marty stated, nudging his head away. “Scram.”
“I only follow the king’s command, thank you very much!”
“Lemur,” Alex commanded, pointing off in the distance. “Scram.”
“As you wish, your majesty!” Julian was immediately off, leaving Alex and Marty alone.
“Now,” Alex remembered as he rubbed his hands together eagerly. “What was that you said about lunch?”
“Yep! I just felt like treating you! Cuz you’re my best bud and all!”
“Oh, sweet! What do you got for me?”
With an expectant sneer, Marty brought his hoof around to present to Alex a platter filled with sliced fish carefully prepared and presented attractively.
“Wow,” Alex exclaimed, his mouth already watering. “This looks amazing!”
“Yep,” Marty agreed. “I took the liberty of having the penguins cook some up for you! And I already ate, so it’s all yours!”
“Really? Well, thanks a bunch! Don’t mind if I chow down!” Alex’s fangs loomed over the shiny and juicy-looking fish, his saliva slowly dripping on to each slice. Suddenly, the conversation he had with Marty that morning rang familiar in his head, and he brought his head back reluctantly. “Wait a minute…”
“What’s the matter?” Marty asked.
“You seemed to be awfully against me being spoiled like this in the morning. Why so keen on feeding me now? And speaking of which, you’ve never even been a servant to me, let alone a feeder!”
“Well, let’s just say I felt bad about how we left things off this morning, so I wanted to make it up to my buddy!”
Alex nodded, pleasantly surprised at Marty so stoic about swallowing his pride. “Thanks, pal! Apology accepted.” He promptly returned to slathering over the platter of fish.
“Oh,” Marty suddenly remembered. “And you’re gonna work on your kingly duties afterwards, right?”
“Uh…yeah, sure. Whatever.”
That was the last thing that Marty needed to hear. As enthusiastic as he was about the plan in the first place, any doubts he had in his mind were now dispelled by Alex’s expected impassiveness towards his role as king.
“Oh,” Marty thought mischievously. “I am gonna enjoy this.” Out loud, Marty exclaimed “Dig in, pal!”
“Don’t mind if I do!” Alex took a sizeable chunk of fish and tossed it into the air, catching it in his jaws and chewing noisily. “Mm!” he exclaimed with a full mouth. “This stuff is pretty good!”
“Don’t be shy, Alex! Take as much as you like! We’ve got plenty, after all!”
Marty offered his friend the plate, which Alex took without as much as a ‘thank you’. He placed it on the ground and laid on his belly, kicking his legs up like a giddy schoolgirl on the phone. One by one, he began plopping fish into his stomach, taking his sweet time with voraciously savoring every bite.
“Man,” thought Alex as he continued to eat. “This fish is pretty filling! I’ve only had a couple of these things, and I’m feeling pretty satisfied already!”
“How’s the grub, man?” Marty asked.
“Really good! Say, what’s in this fish, anyway? There’s something about it…”
“Nothing special! Just prepared by the best fish cooks in the Savannah!”
“Well, my compliments to those guys!”
“Quit talking,” Marty demanded encouragingly, “And eat up, Alex!”
“You got it!”
Alex couldn’t remember the last time his belly felt this satisfied. Sure, he normally ate well enough, but these fish were juicy and plump and irresistible. As they settled in his belly, it began distending from all the food, rounding into a noticeable paunch that inched only slightly ahead of his chest.
After only a few minutes, Alex had polished off the platter easily. He lay on his side and patted his tiny potbelly. He hadn’t felt this full in a long time.
Marty began walking towards the resting lion, another platter in tow with a whole fish resting on top of it.
“Done already?” Marty asked with surprise, tapping Alex on the shoulder. “Man, you finished off that first one quick!”
“I sure did, huh?” Alex had to catch his breath as his stomach began settling from all the food. “Wait, did you say ‘first one’?”
“I sure did,” Marty confirmed. “There’s still a whole bunch of fish just waiting to be swallowed up by the king of the jungle!”
“No thanks,” Alex began. He placed a closed paw over his chest as he belched out an audible “Urp!”
“Oh, really?” Marty’s voice had subtle mischief drizzled onto it as he spoke. “Really can’t hold another bite, huh?”
“Nope,” Alex answered. “I’m completely and utterly full—uumph!?”
Before Alex could even finish his sentence, his mouth was suddenly filled to the brim with the fish on Marty’s platter, stuffed in there by the zebra himself.
“Full?” Marty asked mockingly. “I don’t think so! Those penguins made so much fish, Alex! It’d be a waste to let ‘em all rot in the sun! You’re getting it all!”
Alex tried to retort, but the fish stuffed in his mouth made that rather difficult. He tried spitting it out, but Marty placed his hoof over it to stop him, pushing it further down his throat until he was forced to swallow it. When he did, he felt as if a lead weight just dropped until his full belly.
“Oof…!” Alex exclaimed pressing his paw into his stomach. “Marty, wha…what’s going on? Why are you doing in this?” As his paw rested on his stomach, he couldn’t help but notice how it felt even rounder than it did before when he finished the platter.
“Oh, come on, Alex,” Marty teasingly encouraged as he dangled another whole fish before Alex’s mouth. “You’re the king, aren’t you? And a king’s gotta eat like a king, right?”
“No, wait!” Before Alex could truly voice his protest, he found his mouth suddenly occupied with another fish. Again, Marty kept his hoof on the fish so Alex would be forced to swallow. Marty then pulled out another platter with a bunch of plump looking fish stacked on top of each other. Alex thought about running away, but was constantly recovering from fish plopping down into his stomach which, after more and more fish was crammed into his body, began to grow.
As Alex pressed his paws into his belly, he could practically feel his belly pushing them out as it was filled with more and more fish. To his surprise, it wasn’t exactly growing tighter from the fullness, but softer! Instead of the pressure inside of his stomach turning his gut into a drum, he could feel warm, furry flab oozing out and spilling onto his legs. He was eating and digesting all at once, with the calories of the fish already forming into pillowy fat on his body.
Marty gave Alex a small reprieve as his platter ran out of fish, allowing him to truly process what his stomach was processing. “What the heck!?” Alex exclaimed as his paws now started to sink into the flabby mound that his belly was becoming. “I’m getting fat!” He grabbed his newly-formed lovehandles and began squishing and stretching his belly at his hanging ends.
“No you’re not,” Marty jokingly protested as he silenced his friend with another fish in his mouth. “Kings live for this kinda stuff, don’t they? Eating as much as they want whenever they want comes with the territory!”
“Yagh, buhf—” Alex forced himself to swallow another fish, practically hearing it plop into his belly with the rest of the fish being digested and feeling his belly swell out another couple of inches. “Yeah, but I don’t want to eat anymore!”
As soon as he finished talking, Alex’s mouth was once again full of fish. “That’s too bad! We still got a whole bunch of fish left for you to munch on, your highness!”
After Alex swallowed the next fish, Marty stomped on Alex’s foot. He let out a cry that hung his mouth wide open and dumped the rest of the platter into his gaping maw. His belly surged forward with every gulp as he felt his thighs warm up with his fat belly surging forward again.
Through a dizzy burp, Alex began saying “Please…enough, Marty…”
Grabbing another platter covered in sushi, Marty responded with a sneer. “I don’t think so, Alex! It ain’t over yet!”
Alex’s mind seemed to be focused primarily on his fear and confusion at this point, because when Marty began stuffing him once more, he found that he was making no physical effort to stop him. All he did was make muffled protests at being stuffed like a turkey, but the food in his stomach and his added weight (still being added) began exhausting him. His belly had already spilled well into his lap, his knees buckling as the growing weight of his flabby flap began dragging him down. Over his hips leaked luscious lovehandles that began rolling and folding into his widening waistline.
With his mouth full and cheeks puffed out into balls, Alex moaned “Dish culldent gut en-nee worsh…” (This couldn’t get any worse…)
As he swallowed the many contents of his bloated cheeks, however, Alex realized that he spoke too soon. Either his stomach was eager to get a break from all the growing or the food seemed to be getting tired of expanding his middle, but Alex suddenly felt an explosive FWOOMPH behind him. His knees seemed to buckle even more, and he felt the newly-added flab in his back get pushed and bunched up.
Alex had his guesses of what that feeling was, but he still felt nervous. He gulped loudly and apprehensively, almost surprised that there was no food to accompany his swallow. He slowly turned his head and looked behind him. To his horror, he caught a glimpse of two now-puffy and gelatinous mounds that he was never able to see before.
“Is that my butt!?” Alex asked with surprised terror in his voice.
“Oof,” Marty mockingly replied as he looked to see what Alex was gaping at. “It sure is, pal!”
“My butt is huge!” Alex took a couple of waddling steps forward, his knees pushing into his hanging belly every time. He could feel a slight tickling jiggle from his bloated butt cheeks when he stepped. “I’m getting way too big already!” Alex pouted and stomped his foot, feeling his butt jostle by the cheeks in lazy fashion.
Marty put down his platter momentarily and reached around Alex’s growing frame as best he could, digging his hoof into one thick rump cheek.
“Eep,” Alex yelped. “What the heck are you doing!?”
Marty tsked as he pressed further into Alex’s flabby butt, suddenly coming into contact with bone underneath. “That’s no good, pal! There’s no way you’re ‘too big’ yet! I can still poke my way to those dangly bones underneath!” Marty then took his other hoof and began rubbing Alex’s thick soft belly, cackling as his hoof sunk into the pudgy mound. “And this gut of yours could still use some more food! You’re practically wasting away, your highness!”
“Marty please,” Alex begged. “I’ve had eno—aaoomph!”
“Well,” Marty began as he pushed another fish into Alex’s mouth. “You did say please? And who am I to ignore the king when he wants something done? What the king says, goes, after all! And the king gets whatever he wants.”
“Nuh moar,” Alex cried desperately. “Nuh moar!”
“More, you say? As you wish, your kingliness!” Marty proceeded to dump the rest of the platter into Alex’s mouth, puffing out his cheeks like balloons. He worked his jaw hard just to start chewing, and when he finally got to swallowing, his body only gained more weight.
“Help…” Alex muttered. “I’ve gotta get help…!” Alex was about to yell out for somebody when he saw two familiar faces passing by. “Gloria! Melman!” He wanted to dash and leap with joy over to them, but after remembering how impossible that was for him now, he resorted to flailing his arms.
Gloria and Melman took notice and took their time in strolling over to him.
“Hey there, Alex!” Gloria chimed as she stifled a laugh. “You look a little different.” She said this casually, as if she were barely surprised at all of Alex’s new weight.
“Yeah buddy,” Melman sounded as if he were only attempting to be sarcastic. “What’s the matter?”
“You guys have got to help me,” Alex exclaimed. “Marty has gone crazy! He had all this fish prepared for me, right? He was serving me lunch and it was all fine and dandy! And the next thing I know, he’s making me—”
*FRRRRRRRRRRT*
Alex’s eyes widened at the sound. Gloria and Melman blushed out of secondhand embarrassment and began tittering to each other.
“Okay, that wasn’t me,” Alex protested, wanting to forget all about that sound. “Now, listen to me! We—”
*FRRT* *FRRT* *FRRT* *FRRRRRRRRRRT*
Gloria’s and Melman’s laughter began breaking out into guffaws.
“Really showing off all that food in your belly, huh?” Gloria teased.
“I didn’t do that,” Alex said. He looked behind him to see Marty hiding behind his frame with his hoof stuck under his armpit. Marty was giggling along with the other two and Alex glared at Marty.
“Marty, don’t do that!” he demanded. “Guys, listen—”
The zebra began cranking his arm again with his hand still in his pit, creating a series of flatulent noises that made Gloria and Melman explode with laughter.
“I swear that wasn’t me!” Alex was growing less frustrated and more embarrassed as he tried to save face.
“Yeah right,” Melman denied, knowing full well what Marty was up to behind the lardaceous lion. Gloria giggled as the noises continued.
“Look! I’ll show you!” Alex lifted his blubbery legs as best he could to shuffle out of the way and reveal Marty behind him, but not only was it no use, but it would only serve to embarrass Alex even more.
With every waddling step Alex took, Marty crab-walked to stay behind him and out of sight, and as every step landed, it was accompanied by another armpit sound from Marty.
Three steps to the left. *FRRT* *FRRT* *FRRT*
Three steps to the right. *FRRT* *FRRT* *FRRT*
When Alex noticed, he pouted his lips and dug his paws into his hefty hips. As he did, Marty licked his lips and let out a loud *PBBBBBBLHT* from his mouth. Gloria and Melman were now shrieking with laughter.
“Marty,” Alex demanded. “Cut it out!”
The zebra came out from behind the lion and shrugged obliviously. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, man!”
“Cut. It. Out.” Alex spoke through clenched teeth and seething anger.
“One more time, Alex. Couldn’t hear you through your teeth!”
“I said…CUT. IT. OU—” Alex’s mouth was wide open as he roared those three words.
“NOW,” Marty called out.
Skipper and his penguin team, who were hidden behind Gloria’s own bulbous body, jumped out from behind her and lunged towards Alex, vocalizing battle cries that were more akin to ambulance sirens. As Alex’s mouth remained open, Skipper stuck a large hose into it. In acrobatic succession, the rest of the team slung over his head as they gripped tightly to an elastic band connected to the hose. As they swung over Alex’s head, they dipped just enough to line up with the back of his skull and released the band, inadvertently smacking Alex in the back of the head with it. The hose was now stuck in Alex’s mouth and attached in such a way that he couldn’t remove easily.
“Glgk! Glurgh!” Alex gargled with the hose obstructing his speech. “Whuh eth theth!?” (What is this?)
Marty put a comforting hand over Alex’s shoulder. “Oh, nothing,” he assured. “Just a little something to help all the rest of that fish go down nice and smoothly, your highness!”
Alex let out a GLUGH of surprise.
“Gloria, Melman,” Marty called. “You guys are up!”
“Oo-hoo, I’ve been waiting for this!” Gloria picked up her own platters full of fish; two in each arm. Melman picked up his own tray, carrying it precariously with his teeth.
“Reh-deh,” he exclaimed as his teeth clenched on the tray.
“Penguins,” Marty commanded. “Prepare the funnel!”
“Fuh-nuhl?” Alex asked with a stuffed mouth.
“You got it, boss!” Skipper pulled out a funnel and stuck it on the other end of the hose.
Alex tried desperately to pull the hose out, the band strapping it to his face too tight to make that easy. He felt a sudden tug from the other end of the hose and saw Gloria gripping it, one of her platters held high above her.
“Hope you’re ready for more,” Gloria said teasingly. Alex’s protests went either unheard or ignored. She then proceeded to dump the platter’s towering contents into the funnel, which traveled through the hose and right into Alex’s propped-open gullet.
Fish after plump succulent fish, sushi after tiny yet heavy sushi was now plopping in his stomach like lead. And astoundingly, his belly began growing even more. As big as the flabby furry mound was, it began hanging far past his knees, smothering them with thick furry fat. His legs could no longer handle the weight and buckled over, sending him falling backwards and landing square on his round rump. As he sat down, his growing belly splayed on the ground like clay smacking against a hard surface, rolling out further and even more visibly than before.
Melman took his own tray of fish and tipped them into the funnel, keeping Alex’s growth continuous and his fat flowing like a cascading river of adipose. Not only did it start spreading past his legs—which had grown stubby and useless from the rolls of fat now encasing them—but they were being forced apart by Alex’s mountainous growing belly.
Against his will, Alex continued to suckle at his hose end with its seemingly endless supply of fish traveling through it. He was growing heavier and more immobile by the moment. His belly was already splayed several feet in front of him, oozing away on the ground. Soon enough, his mischievous feeders wouldn’t be able to conveniently reach the funnel to feed him with, what with a sea of belly standing between them and his mouth. They soon decided to stop, but not before dumping the rest of their current stock into the now dumpster-like severely incapacitated Alex the lion.
“What do you say we give our king a little breather until dessert?” Marty suggested. To the penguins, he said “Boys, take that thing off his face!”
Compliantly, the penguins went to remove the elastic, and thus the hose, from Alex’s mouth. He was already struggling to remove it himself as the penguins reached his head and pulled it off.
“You guys!?” Alex exclaimed when he spat out the hose in his mouth. “WHAT THE HECK HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!?” The fat on his neck was weighing down on his throat, making his voice sound deep and labored as he spoke. His friends couldn’t help but laugh at hearing Alex’s new voice.
Melman spoke through his laughter and choked tears of enjoyment. “Nothing…! We just…wanted to…indulge the king of the jungle. That’s all! Baw, haw, haw!” Marty had to lean on his giraffe friend as his laughter nearly made him collapse.
With a giggle, Gloria went up to Alex, whose fat now exceeded hers by a long shot. Teasingly, she cuddled up to his gargantuan belly, her plump hip digging into it closely and warmly. She dipped a finger into Alex’s belly as if to test the flabby waters.
“Would you look at that,” she mused. “You’re a little more my size now, sugar! Imagine what would happen if we made you even bigger!”
“Gah,” Alex had had just about enough of being stuffed against his will. “Mommy! Someone! Help!”
Gloria reached around and smacked her whole hand right onto one of Alex’s rump cheeks, gripping it and squeezing it mockingly.
“Eep,” Alex yelped as Gloria teasingly groped his rump.
“And let me tell you, this big butt of yours could put the whole hippo herd to shame!”
Skipper and his group of penguins hopped up onto Alex’s belly, sloshing around as if they were resting on a water balloon.
“Boys,” Skipper announced. “Our operation was a success! Through the plan of these mindless numbskulls, we have not only usurped the previous king, but have procured our new throne in the process!” The penguins cheered and clapped.
“What!?” Alex yelled. “No one’s gonna use me as a throne!”
“Yeah,” Marty agreed, much to Alex’s surprise. “No one’s getting usurped either!”
“Whuh?” Skipper sounded almost offended. “We’re not overthrowing the king?”
“Of course not! We were just trying to teach Alex here a lesson!”
“A lesson?” Alex was puzzled.
Marty placed a reassuring hand over Alex’s shoulder, giggling slightly as felt his hoof sink into his chubby arm. “That’s right, a lesson! See, all you wanted to do as king was get fed and pampered and not have to do anything you didn’t like, right?”
“Uh, well—” Alex stopped himself from saying anything foolish when he caught Marty’s countering glance. “…I guess that may be the case…”
“And you got your wish, didn’t you?”
“Huh!? D-did I?” Alex thought for a moment, remembering how much he wanted to be fed and pampered and how he liked avoiding many of his kingly duties. Then he looked down, his field of vision all but obscured by his belly. “…I did, didn’t I…?” He said this with a knowing and disappointed tone.
Melman approached Alex, having calmed down from laughing so much. “There’s nothing wrong with relaxing a bit, especially when you’re a king.”
Gloria went back to Alex’s side as well. But because you’re king, you’ve got a lot of responsibilities to take care of, right?”
Alex sighed and nodded, realizing his previous follies. “You’re right, you guys. I guess I’ve been getting a little lazy these days, huh?”
“Darn tootin’,” Gloria agreed.
“But admitting is a pretty good step, if you ask me,” Marty said.
“Well, I’ll tell you what,” Alex began. “I’m gonna start getting back on my duties as soon as possible!”
“We believe in you, Alex,” said Melman.
Skipper turned to his men and sighed. “Well boys, it looks like Operation Lion-peachment is still active.”
Alex raised an eyebrow and turned to the penguins as best he could in his lumbering and obese state. “Operation what-impeachment?”
“You didn’t hear anything,” Skipper exclaimed. Turning back and huddling the other penguins, he said “We’ll start retooling our plan tomorrow. For now, we make our strategic retreat.” The penguins nodded, and simply proceeded to run away.
“By the way,” Alex began. “What are we going to do about all this weight?” Alex gripped a bit of his chunky belly and lifted it up as if to present it. “I can barely move with all this fat on me!”
Marty looked awkwardly to Gloria. Gloria glanced urgently to Melman. Melman turned pleadingly back to Marty. Each of Alex’s friends looked to the other, desperately searching for a proper answer in each other’s eyes. When they couldn’t think of one, they each began whistling discordant tunes as they began strolling away from the adipose-laden Alex.
“Guys?” Alex asked worriedly. “Where do you think you’re going?” Alex instinctively tried walking after them, but simply ended up swaying in place as his fat kept him bolted to the ground.
Marty nudged Melman, who reluctantly improvised an answer he knew would be ill-received. “We…didn’t really think of anything past stuffing you like a turkey…!”
“Wait, you didn’t WHAT!?”
Looking back, Marty called out. “Don’t worry! We’re, uh, gonna try and find someone that’ll help you shed all of that weight you got!”
“But…but the entire kingdom might see me like this! All big and fat! I’ll be humiliated!”
“Honey,” Gloria began, her voice fading in the distance. “The entire kingdom couldn’t miss you with a body like that!”
“That’s not funny, Gloria!”
“It’ll be okay, Alex,” Marty assured. “We’ll be back with some help!”
“Guys!? GUYS!” Alex pressed his paws into his face and dragged it down by his chubby cheeks. “This couldn’t possibly get any worse…”
“Your majesty?” the voice of a familiar sounding lemur called, the voice growing closer as it spoke. “I just wanted to check up on you and see if you are enjoying your private lunch—” Julian gasped loudly. “YOUR MAJESTY!?”
“Huh!? Julian! Uh…this isn’t what it looks like!”
“My, you have really let yourself go, my king!” Suddenly, a lightbulb dimly went off in Julian’s head. “Could this be my bonus for all my hard work?”
“Bonus? What bonus?”
Julian hopped up onto Alex’s belly and nestled in the fat. “Thank you, your majesty! To be able to use you as a fluffy bed to rest my laurels is the highest honor one could receive!”
“Julian,” Alex began. “If you use me as a bed, I’ll—”
He interrupted Alex with a loud yawn. “In fact…I think I’ll take myself a little nap now. Good night, my corpulent king!”
“Julian!”
Faster than Alex could protest, Julian was sleeping like a baby on his belly.
Alex submissively sighed, propping his chubby head up and resting his elbow on the belly fat in front of him. “It’s good to be the king…” he said sarcastically.
Vaughn Blondetail. Kind of an interesting request, as this is largely based on an old Madagascar weight gain comic made by 
CaptainFurry, one of the first artists I discovered and appreciated when first delving into the fat fur fetish. Hope everyone enjoys!EDIT: Here are the links to the original comic!
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15636103/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15636167/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15636231/
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/15636279/
The fields of Africa were quite peaceful in the morning. The presiding animals were able to get themselves a good night’s sleep rather frequently. The same could even be said for a select few animals born and raised in the concrete jungle of New York City.
Marty the zebra, Gloria the hippo, and Melman the giraffe all enjoyed sleeping under the stars and at their own leisure. Sure, things like scavenging for food instead having it served to them took a bit of getting used to, but it was all worth it to be able to relax in their well-deserved vacation from the hustle and bustle of the Big Apple. Since deciding to stay in Africa, the three of them had taken well to sleeping in. They all seemed to be very well-rested now that they had no jobs to be awake for. Even now, the animals were snoozing along with their own kind lazily and happily.
If they could change one thing however…it would be their morning alarm.
“GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD MORNING, AFRICA!!!!” roared Alex the lion in the middle of the field. The noise rung across the entire plains, stirring all of the animals from there sleep, and enticing frustrated grunts from his three zoo-raised pals. Many of the animals got up in excitement to greet and admire the reputably showy king, but his friends knew him better and were well-aware of how obnoxious he was.
Melman rolled over with a yelp, startled completely awake by the sound, his wide eyes red from tiredness. “Whuh!? What’s that? Who’s there!?”
“Ugh,” Gloria moaned with her arm slung over her eyes as if to push herself back to sleep. “He’s at it again…”
“When is he not?” Marty groaned as he shakily got to his feet, his eyelids still heavy from slumber.
“How’s everyone doing this morning? I believe it’s time for your great and powerful king to mingle with the masses! Come on, lemme hear it.” In response, the animals began clapping and cheering for Alex. He began shaking paws with the animals up to greet him and exchanged friendly glances with all of them. They were all very excited for even the chance of interacting with him, and he relished in that attention.
Over the years, Alex the lion had grown accustomed to being treated like a king, whether it was being fed delicious treats by zookeepers or lauded with applause and admiration by his human audience. But out here, where his kind was literally regarded as kings of the jungle, Alex’s ego only grew. Not only did he have the love of his subjects, but now he had an entire kingdom in Africa dedicated to his wonder.
Learning much from his father (though only paying attention to certain bits), Alex had his own ideas of what it meant to be a king. And with his parents on vacation, the kingdom was left to him for the time being. He had certain responsibilities to uphold, but he also had the complete and utter devotion of every animal within his domain. And because of that…
“Okay, chop-chop.” Alex clapped his paws twice as soon as he mingled with as many of his subjects as he felt necessary. “Can’t be your wise and loveable king on an empty stomach! Let’s get some breakfast going, huh? Ya hear me, hippos?”
The herd of hippos immediately went to their waterhole for some fish. All except a disgruntled Gloria were fishing around while she stood her ground from afar and pouted.
“You guys,” Alex commanded, pointing one claw at the giraffes. “Find me some nice big leaves. Africa’s feeling pretty sunny today, and your king would like some shade to cover that.”
The giraffes bowed, acknowledging his request. They slunk away to fetch their leaves, and Melman looked on at his fellow species getting a little confused.
“And zebras…” Alex raised an eyebrow and smirked, pointing his finger down. “…you know the drill.”
Three of the female zebras—which were surprisingly uncommon among the herd—giggled and immediately rushed to Alex’s side. Marty saw this from a distance. “Blegh,” he voiced as he stuck his tongue out in disgust.
With one more good stretch to knock him fully into a wakened state, Marty clopped over to Alex, where the other zebras had just gotten started with their business. Alex leaned back against the side of one zebra, placing his paws behind head and waiting for the other two to do their dirty work.
“Oh, yeah…” Alex droned, his eyes fluttery. “That’s the ticket…keep do—ooh! Yeah, keep doing that!”
“Ahem,” Marty coughed loudly and intently.
“Hey, Marty! What’s up? Ooh, don’t tell me…want one of these ladies to take care of your morning stiffness?”
“I think I’ll be okay, Alex.” Marty was stern and flat-voiced as he spoke. “Besides, it looks like you got these ladies pretty occupied already.”
“What can I say? These feet aren’t gonna massage themselves, y’know? Am I right, ladies?” The two zebras rubbing Alex’s feet nodded in agreement, staring longingly at their king. “They’re surprisingly deft for having hooves!”
“Uh-huh. Listen, Alex. Do you ever think that…maybe you’re letting this hole ‘king’ thing, uh, go to your head a little bit?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Alex replied. Just then, he clapped twice and Julian the lemur was immediately at his side.
“You called, your mane-gi-ness?” Julian was more than happy to serve Alex as king, if only to curry his favor for future endeavors.
“My water, please.”
“Oh, I do not know. I had trouble carving out a stone bowl and all the big hippos filled up the lake and—” Julian then pulled out a stone bowl filled with water from behind his back. “Just kidding, your majesty! I always have your water! I almost tricked you, but I really had it.”
“Ha! You always throw me for a loop, Jules! How about a swig, then?”
“With pleasure, your highness!” Julian mounted himself on top of the zebra at Alex’s back and tipped his bowl, pouring the contents directly into Alex’s mouth without a single stray drop.
“This!” Marty pointed at Julian and the zebras massaging him. “You don’t think any of this is a little much?”
“Marty, come on! I’m their king! I scratch their backs and they scratch mine! Besides, I don’t think anyone has a problem obeying their ruler. Do you?”
The zebras shook their heads. Julian spoke up and said, “Oh, no. Not at all! He’s a wonderful king! Learned from the best, after all!” He scraped his shoulder, obliviously being the only one in the immediate area impressed with himself.
Gloria joined Alex and Marty, having heard the gist of their conversation. “Marty’s got a point, you know. Kings are usually fairer than this.”
Alex twirled his finger. In response, Julian placed his hands on Alex’s head and turned it, making it face Gloria. “Are you insinuating that I don’t treat my subjects fairly or rule justly?”
Gloria scoffed. “Look…you’re not a…bad king. You just…” She was cut off by two hippos brushing past her and presenting some fish to Alex. Licking his lips, he had Julian push his head down so he could grab the fish with his teeth and munch on them.
Gloria’s gaze flattened as she continued to speak, now more sternly. “…seem a little pompous.”
“Hey, I do a ton of things for the kingdom every day, you know! I deserve a little TLC every now and then, don’t I?”
“Yeah…” Melman muttered, stumbling over to the group. “But…it kinda seems like you maybe sorta have them do more in return…?”
“Uh, and then I do more stuff later? Duh!”
Melman was about to retort when his vision suddenly became a little darker. He looked up to see a giraffe with a large leaf in his teeth, creating some shade for Alex to rest under.
“Guys, guys.” Alex raised his paws in defense, his voice dappled by amusement. “I really don’t see what the problem is here! It’s not like I’m ruling with an iron fist! I’m a pretty chill king, wouldn’t you say?”
Marty huffed with frustration. “We never said you were! All we’re saying is that you’re being a little—”
“Hold that thought,” Alex interrupted, looking at an imaginary clock on his wrist. “It’s about time for my morning sunbathing session.”
“Sunbathing!?” asked Marty.
“Of course! Gotta keep this golden brown luster in tip-top shape! It’s pretty great too! I lay on one of the hippos’ bellies and float around on the waterhole in the sun! Why don’t you guys join me?”
The three of them only replied with a stern stare.
Alex shrugged at them. “Suit yourselves.” He began strutting proudly towards the waterhole. “Your king is gonna get his tan on before his lunch!”
“But lunch isn’t for another few hours!” Melman called as Alex got farther.
“Is that all!? Well, there’s no time to lose!” His voice began to trail off as he continued. “Oh, and I’ll get to that kingly duty stuff soon…”
Julian began tagging alongside Alex. “I’m coming, your majesty! You never know when he’ll need his trustworthy due-for-a-promotion-any-day assistant, you know!” He immediately dashed away.
“Now, I KNOW that he did not just cut me off for a tan,” Marty huffed.
“And he’d better not be using one of my kind as a pool floatie,” Gloria seethed.
“Can lions even get tan?” Melman pondered. “I mean, all that fur…”
“Psh…king of the jungle,” scoffed Marty. “I’ll tell you what he’s king of! King of being obnoxious!”
From behind a rock, a tiny little penguin head peeked out. His eyes darting left and right, he scanned to make sure no other animal would be within earshot of him. There wasn’t. With a flap of his flipper, Skipper summoned the rest of his penguin crew for an important meeting.
“Gentlemen,” Skipper announced. “I’m glad you could all join me in this covert meeting of the finest and most talented crew this land has to offer…and you three.”
Skipper’s trusted companions—Rico, Kowalski, and Private—stood in a line fidgeting and giggling.
“We are gathered here today,” continued Skipper. “To finally get the ball rolling on our most dangerous mission yet! Operation Lion-peachment!”
Skipper’s men began clapping, but he immediately put up a flipper for silence. “For too long, these blazing African fields have been ruled under a hairy and clawed iron fist of the Panthera Leo, or the lion, while us penguins have been left out to dry. Well, no longer! As the outlying and most foreign species of this land, it is my belief that we should be entitled to kings-of-Africa thanks to our worldly experience and the infallible argument that we think we should be in charge. This will be no easy task, my fellow penguins. We must be quick and cunning and as covert as possible with this operation. Rico!”
At his call, Rico was at Skipper’s side, his flippers tentatively hugging close to his chest several ticking explosives and bombs with running fuses. “We moving on to Plan B, boss?” He asked excitedly.
“Heh-heh-heh,” Skipper chuckled wryly. “Uh, no. Plan A comes before Plan B, does it not, dum-dum?”
“Oh, right!” Rico nodded blankly and tossed his armful of explosives away. Their distant explosion went unnoticed by the penguins as Skipper began to relay the plan.
“Now, Phase 1 of Operation Lion-peachment: We—”
“Sir,” Private called, his eyes fixated on approaching figures in the distance. “We have bogeys approaching!”
Skipper was characteristically quick to act as he gave his men hushed orders. “Incognito, boys! Go, go, go!”
The penguins hurriedly ducked behind their rock, slowly peeking their heads out to see who was coming. It was Marty, Gloria, and Melman with aggravated looks on their faces.
Skipper tsked. “It’s the king’s monkeys, is it?”
“Actually,” Kowalski began correcting, “I think that’s a zebra, a hippo, and a giraffe, sir!”
“Duly noted,” Skipper confirmed seriously.
“Man, I can’t take Alex’s attitude,” Marty shouted. “He’s got to be the most annoying king this side of the Sahara!”
“What’s this?” Skipper rubbed his nonexistent chin, cautiously intrigued at Marty’s venting.
Gloria snorted angrily. “I swear, the next time I see him lying on some hippo’s belly, I’m gonna make sure he’s under mine!”
“Y-yeah, I’m a little peeved at Alex’s behavior too!” Melman chimed.
“Boys,” Skipper said, his voice not as hushed as before. “I think we just found ourselves some valuable comrades in these monkeys…”
Skipper’s men giggled blankly in response and followed him as he jumped out from behind the rock and waddled towards the trio. “Greetings, fellow mutineers,” he announced when he was close enough.
“Oh, hey,” Marty greeted. “What’re you guys doing here?”
“We couldn’t help but overhear how displeased you are with Africa’s current king…”
“Yeah, he’s getting really obnoxious. You could make a balloon float with all that hot air!”
“We know how you feel, my striped friend. And it’s our belief that sentiments like these call for a little…” He finished his sentence in a hushed and ominous tone. “…overthrow.”
“Whuh?” Marty reared back from the penguins. “No, no, fellas, you got it all wrong! We’re not gonna overthrow Alex, that’s just nuts!”
“Yeah,” Gloria put in. “If anything, we just wanna teach that hot-headed furball a lesson, that’s all!”
“No need to hide your true intentions. You’re among likeminded compatriots here!”
“Uh-huh…” Marty took one more step away from the penguins. “Look, we don’t have any problems with Alex being king! I just wish we could show him how bloated his ego is getting!”
Melman stifled a laugh. “Bloated…ha! That’d be pretty hilarious!”
The rest of the animals slowly turned to Melman with raised eyebrows. When Melman noticed, he gave a startled “What?”
“What would be pretty hilarious?” Marty asked.
“Oh, nothing…I was just…pfft!” Holding back another laugh, Melman leaned his head down to Marty’s ear and began whispering. Soon enough, Marty was stifling laughs along with Melman.
“That ain’t such a bad idea,” Marty acknowledged.
“What are you two talking about?” asked a curious Gloria.
Marty went up and whispered into Gloria’s ear, and she nearly shrieked with laughter.
“I think we could probably pull that off,” Marty declared.
“You know what?” Gloria wiped away an amused tear from her eye. “Let’s do it!”
“Penguins,” Marty called. “I got a little job for you. Need you to round us up some fish. A LOT of it! And have it prepared for lunch!”
“Oh yeah?” Skipper was suspicious of everyone’s whispering. “What’s in it for us, stripes?”
“Uh…you were talking about ‘overthrowing’ Alex, right?” Marty asked with a bit of sarcasm in his voice.
“What if we were?”
“Well, I could get you a throne to start things off.” Marty looked up to Gloria and Melman, who started laughing when they realized what he meant.
Skipper exchanged glances with his men, who were nodding at him. Skipper’s head joined them in agreement. “You got yourself a deal.”
“All right,” said Marty. “Now…we have some lunch to prepare for our king, don’t we, fellas?”
Alex was resting lazily on a rock when lunchtime rolled around. His internal clock (or rather his belly) woke him up just in time for his feast. He stretched himself out and leapt down from the rock, licking his lips and rubbing his empty belly. “I think it’s about time to get my grub on!”
He began strolling around, clapping his paws to call for his servants. “Hello? Anyone? Your king demands nourishment! And then, he’ll take care of all the duties and stuff.” He was surprised to not get any response from anyone. There didn’t seem to be an animal in sight. “That’s strange. Where’d everyone go?”
Alex must have walked for 10 minutes straight without seeing another soul in the area. He was less curious and more frustrated now. “Okay, this is getting ridiculous. My stomach’s growling louder than I do! Where the heck is anybody!? Where’s my food!? JULIAN!”
It hadn’t occurred to Alex until now to call upon his trusted advisor and servant, and he wished he had thought of it sooner, because Julian came zipping to his side as quick as a bullet. “I am here, your majesty!”
“Finally,” Alex sighed. “Someone I can talk to. What’s going on?”
“I am terribly sorry for the delay, your lion-ness! But as per your instructions, I have privatized as much of the immediate area as I could for your lunch today!”
“Thank goodness. I was wondering when—huh? Wait, when did I ask you to do that?”
“Well, you didn’t exactly ask me yourself, your majesty! You had your loud stripy friend relay the message to me!”
“Loud stripy friend…? You mean Marty? He sent a message for me?” Alex was puzzled.
“Well, that is what he told me!”
“He did?”
“Oh, look” Julian pointed behind Alex. “He is even coming towards us now! You can ask him about it yourself if you are still confused, your highness!”
Alex turned around and sure enough, Marty was walking towards them, grinning hiding something behind his back. Alex was still confused about everything that was going on, but was relieved to see another animal somewhere, especially a friend.
“Hey there Alex,” Marty called in a tone much more cheerful than this morning. “Been looking all over for you!”
“Marty!” Alex was relieved as he walked towards Marty. “Finally, signs of life! Everyone seems to have vanished! And...you told Julian that I asked for that, for some reason…?”
“Did I?” Marty voice sounded a bit mocking, but went unnoticed by anyone. “Well, we can discuss that over a little lunch, can’t we?”
“Now you’re speaking my language!”
“Lemur,” Marty stated, nudging his head away. “Scram.”
“I only follow the king’s command, thank you very much!”
“Lemur,” Alex commanded, pointing off in the distance. “Scram.”
“As you wish, your majesty!” Julian was immediately off, leaving Alex and Marty alone.
“Now,” Alex remembered as he rubbed his hands together eagerly. “What was that you said about lunch?”
“Yep! I just felt like treating you! Cuz you’re my best bud and all!”
“Oh, sweet! What do you got for me?”
With an expectant sneer, Marty brought his hoof around to present to Alex a platter filled with sliced fish carefully prepared and presented attractively.
“Wow,” Alex exclaimed, his mouth already watering. “This looks amazing!”
“Yep,” Marty agreed. “I took the liberty of having the penguins cook some up for you! And I already ate, so it’s all yours!”
“Really? Well, thanks a bunch! Don’t mind if I chow down!” Alex’s fangs loomed over the shiny and juicy-looking fish, his saliva slowly dripping on to each slice. Suddenly, the conversation he had with Marty that morning rang familiar in his head, and he brought his head back reluctantly. “Wait a minute…”
“What’s the matter?” Marty asked.
“You seemed to be awfully against me being spoiled like this in the morning. Why so keen on feeding me now? And speaking of which, you’ve never even been a servant to me, let alone a feeder!”
“Well, let’s just say I felt bad about how we left things off this morning, so I wanted to make it up to my buddy!”
Alex nodded, pleasantly surprised at Marty so stoic about swallowing his pride. “Thanks, pal! Apology accepted.” He promptly returned to slathering over the platter of fish.
“Oh,” Marty suddenly remembered. “And you’re gonna work on your kingly duties afterwards, right?”
“Uh…yeah, sure. Whatever.”
That was the last thing that Marty needed to hear. As enthusiastic as he was about the plan in the first place, any doubts he had in his mind were now dispelled by Alex’s expected impassiveness towards his role as king.
“Oh,” Marty thought mischievously. “I am gonna enjoy this.” Out loud, Marty exclaimed “Dig in, pal!”
“Don’t mind if I do!” Alex took a sizeable chunk of fish and tossed it into the air, catching it in his jaws and chewing noisily. “Mm!” he exclaimed with a full mouth. “This stuff is pretty good!”
“Don’t be shy, Alex! Take as much as you like! We’ve got plenty, after all!”
Marty offered his friend the plate, which Alex took without as much as a ‘thank you’. He placed it on the ground and laid on his belly, kicking his legs up like a giddy schoolgirl on the phone. One by one, he began plopping fish into his stomach, taking his sweet time with voraciously savoring every bite.
“Man,” thought Alex as he continued to eat. “This fish is pretty filling! I’ve only had a couple of these things, and I’m feeling pretty satisfied already!”
“How’s the grub, man?” Marty asked.
“Really good! Say, what’s in this fish, anyway? There’s something about it…”
“Nothing special! Just prepared by the best fish cooks in the Savannah!”
“Well, my compliments to those guys!”
“Quit talking,” Marty demanded encouragingly, “And eat up, Alex!”
“You got it!”
Alex couldn’t remember the last time his belly felt this satisfied. Sure, he normally ate well enough, but these fish were juicy and plump and irresistible. As they settled in his belly, it began distending from all the food, rounding into a noticeable paunch that inched only slightly ahead of his chest.
After only a few minutes, Alex had polished off the platter easily. He lay on his side and patted his tiny potbelly. He hadn’t felt this full in a long time.
Marty began walking towards the resting lion, another platter in tow with a whole fish resting on top of it.
“Done already?” Marty asked with surprise, tapping Alex on the shoulder. “Man, you finished off that first one quick!”
“I sure did, huh?” Alex had to catch his breath as his stomach began settling from all the food. “Wait, did you say ‘first one’?”
“I sure did,” Marty confirmed. “There’s still a whole bunch of fish just waiting to be swallowed up by the king of the jungle!”
“No thanks,” Alex began. He placed a closed paw over his chest as he belched out an audible “Urp!”
“Oh, really?” Marty’s voice had subtle mischief drizzled onto it as he spoke. “Really can’t hold another bite, huh?”
“Nope,” Alex answered. “I’m completely and utterly full—uumph!?”
Before Alex could even finish his sentence, his mouth was suddenly filled to the brim with the fish on Marty’s platter, stuffed in there by the zebra himself.
“Full?” Marty asked mockingly. “I don’t think so! Those penguins made so much fish, Alex! It’d be a waste to let ‘em all rot in the sun! You’re getting it all!”
Alex tried to retort, but the fish stuffed in his mouth made that rather difficult. He tried spitting it out, but Marty placed his hoof over it to stop him, pushing it further down his throat until he was forced to swallow it. When he did, he felt as if a lead weight just dropped until his full belly.
“Oof…!” Alex exclaimed pressing his paw into his stomach. “Marty, wha…what’s going on? Why are you doing in this?” As his paw rested on his stomach, he couldn’t help but notice how it felt even rounder than it did before when he finished the platter.
“Oh, come on, Alex,” Marty teasingly encouraged as he dangled another whole fish before Alex’s mouth. “You’re the king, aren’t you? And a king’s gotta eat like a king, right?”
“No, wait!” Before Alex could truly voice his protest, he found his mouth suddenly occupied with another fish. Again, Marty kept his hoof on the fish so Alex would be forced to swallow. Marty then pulled out another platter with a bunch of plump looking fish stacked on top of each other. Alex thought about running away, but was constantly recovering from fish plopping down into his stomach which, after more and more fish was crammed into his body, began to grow.
As Alex pressed his paws into his belly, he could practically feel his belly pushing them out as it was filled with more and more fish. To his surprise, it wasn’t exactly growing tighter from the fullness, but softer! Instead of the pressure inside of his stomach turning his gut into a drum, he could feel warm, furry flab oozing out and spilling onto his legs. He was eating and digesting all at once, with the calories of the fish already forming into pillowy fat on his body.
Marty gave Alex a small reprieve as his platter ran out of fish, allowing him to truly process what his stomach was processing. “What the heck!?” Alex exclaimed as his paws now started to sink into the flabby mound that his belly was becoming. “I’m getting fat!” He grabbed his newly-formed lovehandles and began squishing and stretching his belly at his hanging ends.
“No you’re not,” Marty jokingly protested as he silenced his friend with another fish in his mouth. “Kings live for this kinda stuff, don’t they? Eating as much as they want whenever they want comes with the territory!”
“Yagh, buhf—” Alex forced himself to swallow another fish, practically hearing it plop into his belly with the rest of the fish being digested and feeling his belly swell out another couple of inches. “Yeah, but I don’t want to eat anymore!”
As soon as he finished talking, Alex’s mouth was once again full of fish. “That’s too bad! We still got a whole bunch of fish left for you to munch on, your highness!”
After Alex swallowed the next fish, Marty stomped on Alex’s foot. He let out a cry that hung his mouth wide open and dumped the rest of the platter into his gaping maw. His belly surged forward with every gulp as he felt his thighs warm up with his fat belly surging forward again.
Through a dizzy burp, Alex began saying “Please…enough, Marty…”
Grabbing another platter covered in sushi, Marty responded with a sneer. “I don’t think so, Alex! It ain’t over yet!”
Alex’s mind seemed to be focused primarily on his fear and confusion at this point, because when Marty began stuffing him once more, he found that he was making no physical effort to stop him. All he did was make muffled protests at being stuffed like a turkey, but the food in his stomach and his added weight (still being added) began exhausting him. His belly had already spilled well into his lap, his knees buckling as the growing weight of his flabby flap began dragging him down. Over his hips leaked luscious lovehandles that began rolling and folding into his widening waistline.
With his mouth full and cheeks puffed out into balls, Alex moaned “Dish culldent gut en-nee worsh…” (This couldn’t get any worse…)
As he swallowed the many contents of his bloated cheeks, however, Alex realized that he spoke too soon. Either his stomach was eager to get a break from all the growing or the food seemed to be getting tired of expanding his middle, but Alex suddenly felt an explosive FWOOMPH behind him. His knees seemed to buckle even more, and he felt the newly-added flab in his back get pushed and bunched up.
Alex had his guesses of what that feeling was, but he still felt nervous. He gulped loudly and apprehensively, almost surprised that there was no food to accompany his swallow. He slowly turned his head and looked behind him. To his horror, he caught a glimpse of two now-puffy and gelatinous mounds that he was never able to see before.
“Is that my butt!?” Alex asked with surprised terror in his voice.
“Oof,” Marty mockingly replied as he looked to see what Alex was gaping at. “It sure is, pal!”
“My butt is huge!” Alex took a couple of waddling steps forward, his knees pushing into his hanging belly every time. He could feel a slight tickling jiggle from his bloated butt cheeks when he stepped. “I’m getting way too big already!” Alex pouted and stomped his foot, feeling his butt jostle by the cheeks in lazy fashion.
Marty put down his platter momentarily and reached around Alex’s growing frame as best he could, digging his hoof into one thick rump cheek.
“Eep,” Alex yelped. “What the heck are you doing!?”
Marty tsked as he pressed further into Alex’s flabby butt, suddenly coming into contact with bone underneath. “That’s no good, pal! There’s no way you’re ‘too big’ yet! I can still poke my way to those dangly bones underneath!” Marty then took his other hoof and began rubbing Alex’s thick soft belly, cackling as his hoof sunk into the pudgy mound. “And this gut of yours could still use some more food! You’re practically wasting away, your highness!”
“Marty please,” Alex begged. “I’ve had eno—aaoomph!”
“Well,” Marty began as he pushed another fish into Alex’s mouth. “You did say please? And who am I to ignore the king when he wants something done? What the king says, goes, after all! And the king gets whatever he wants.”
“Nuh moar,” Alex cried desperately. “Nuh moar!”
“More, you say? As you wish, your kingliness!” Marty proceeded to dump the rest of the platter into Alex’s mouth, puffing out his cheeks like balloons. He worked his jaw hard just to start chewing, and when he finally got to swallowing, his body only gained more weight.
“Help…” Alex muttered. “I’ve gotta get help…!” Alex was about to yell out for somebody when he saw two familiar faces passing by. “Gloria! Melman!” He wanted to dash and leap with joy over to them, but after remembering how impossible that was for him now, he resorted to flailing his arms.
Gloria and Melman took notice and took their time in strolling over to him.
“Hey there, Alex!” Gloria chimed as she stifled a laugh. “You look a little different.” She said this casually, as if she were barely surprised at all of Alex’s new weight.
“Yeah buddy,” Melman sounded as if he were only attempting to be sarcastic. “What’s the matter?”
“You guys have got to help me,” Alex exclaimed. “Marty has gone crazy! He had all this fish prepared for me, right? He was serving me lunch and it was all fine and dandy! And the next thing I know, he’s making me—”
*FRRRRRRRRRRT*
Alex’s eyes widened at the sound. Gloria and Melman blushed out of secondhand embarrassment and began tittering to each other.
“Okay, that wasn’t me,” Alex protested, wanting to forget all about that sound. “Now, listen to me! We—”
*FRRT* *FRRT* *FRRT* *FRRRRRRRRRRT*
Gloria’s and Melman’s laughter began breaking out into guffaws.
“Really showing off all that food in your belly, huh?” Gloria teased.
“I didn’t do that,” Alex said. He looked behind him to see Marty hiding behind his frame with his hoof stuck under his armpit. Marty was giggling along with the other two and Alex glared at Marty.
“Marty, don’t do that!” he demanded. “Guys, listen—”
The zebra began cranking his arm again with his hand still in his pit, creating a series of flatulent noises that made Gloria and Melman explode with laughter.
“I swear that wasn’t me!” Alex was growing less frustrated and more embarrassed as he tried to save face.
“Yeah right,” Melman denied, knowing full well what Marty was up to behind the lardaceous lion. Gloria giggled as the noises continued.
“Look! I’ll show you!” Alex lifted his blubbery legs as best he could to shuffle out of the way and reveal Marty behind him, but not only was it no use, but it would only serve to embarrass Alex even more.
With every waddling step Alex took, Marty crab-walked to stay behind him and out of sight, and as every step landed, it was accompanied by another armpit sound from Marty.
Three steps to the left. *FRRT* *FRRT* *FRRT*
Three steps to the right. *FRRT* *FRRT* *FRRT*
When Alex noticed, he pouted his lips and dug his paws into his hefty hips. As he did, Marty licked his lips and let out a loud *PBBBBBBLHT* from his mouth. Gloria and Melman were now shrieking with laughter.
“Marty,” Alex demanded. “Cut it out!”
The zebra came out from behind the lion and shrugged obliviously. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, man!”
“Cut. It. Out.” Alex spoke through clenched teeth and seething anger.
“One more time, Alex. Couldn’t hear you through your teeth!”
“I said…CUT. IT. OU—” Alex’s mouth was wide open as he roared those three words.
“NOW,” Marty called out.
Skipper and his penguin team, who were hidden behind Gloria’s own bulbous body, jumped out from behind her and lunged towards Alex, vocalizing battle cries that were more akin to ambulance sirens. As Alex’s mouth remained open, Skipper stuck a large hose into it. In acrobatic succession, the rest of the team slung over his head as they gripped tightly to an elastic band connected to the hose. As they swung over Alex’s head, they dipped just enough to line up with the back of his skull and released the band, inadvertently smacking Alex in the back of the head with it. The hose was now stuck in Alex’s mouth and attached in such a way that he couldn’t remove easily.
“Glgk! Glurgh!” Alex gargled with the hose obstructing his speech. “Whuh eth theth!?” (What is this?)
Marty put a comforting hand over Alex’s shoulder. “Oh, nothing,” he assured. “Just a little something to help all the rest of that fish go down nice and smoothly, your highness!”
Alex let out a GLUGH of surprise.
“Gloria, Melman,” Marty called. “You guys are up!”
“Oo-hoo, I’ve been waiting for this!” Gloria picked up her own platters full of fish; two in each arm. Melman picked up his own tray, carrying it precariously with his teeth.
“Reh-deh,” he exclaimed as his teeth clenched on the tray.
“Penguins,” Marty commanded. “Prepare the funnel!”
“Fuh-nuhl?” Alex asked with a stuffed mouth.
“You got it, boss!” Skipper pulled out a funnel and stuck it on the other end of the hose.
Alex tried desperately to pull the hose out, the band strapping it to his face too tight to make that easy. He felt a sudden tug from the other end of the hose and saw Gloria gripping it, one of her platters held high above her.
“Hope you’re ready for more,” Gloria said teasingly. Alex’s protests went either unheard or ignored. She then proceeded to dump the platter’s towering contents into the funnel, which traveled through the hose and right into Alex’s propped-open gullet.
Fish after plump succulent fish, sushi after tiny yet heavy sushi was now plopping in his stomach like lead. And astoundingly, his belly began growing even more. As big as the flabby furry mound was, it began hanging far past his knees, smothering them with thick furry fat. His legs could no longer handle the weight and buckled over, sending him falling backwards and landing square on his round rump. As he sat down, his growing belly splayed on the ground like clay smacking against a hard surface, rolling out further and even more visibly than before.
Melman took his own tray of fish and tipped them into the funnel, keeping Alex’s growth continuous and his fat flowing like a cascading river of adipose. Not only did it start spreading past his legs—which had grown stubby and useless from the rolls of fat now encasing them—but they were being forced apart by Alex’s mountainous growing belly.
Against his will, Alex continued to suckle at his hose end with its seemingly endless supply of fish traveling through it. He was growing heavier and more immobile by the moment. His belly was already splayed several feet in front of him, oozing away on the ground. Soon enough, his mischievous feeders wouldn’t be able to conveniently reach the funnel to feed him with, what with a sea of belly standing between them and his mouth. They soon decided to stop, but not before dumping the rest of their current stock into the now dumpster-like severely incapacitated Alex the lion.
“What do you say we give our king a little breather until dessert?” Marty suggested. To the penguins, he said “Boys, take that thing off his face!”
Compliantly, the penguins went to remove the elastic, and thus the hose, from Alex’s mouth. He was already struggling to remove it himself as the penguins reached his head and pulled it off.
“You guys!?” Alex exclaimed when he spat out the hose in his mouth. “WHAT THE HECK HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!?” The fat on his neck was weighing down on his throat, making his voice sound deep and labored as he spoke. His friends couldn’t help but laugh at hearing Alex’s new voice.
Melman spoke through his laughter and choked tears of enjoyment. “Nothing…! We just…wanted to…indulge the king of the jungle. That’s all! Baw, haw, haw!” Marty had to lean on his giraffe friend as his laughter nearly made him collapse.
With a giggle, Gloria went up to Alex, whose fat now exceeded hers by a long shot. Teasingly, she cuddled up to his gargantuan belly, her plump hip digging into it closely and warmly. She dipped a finger into Alex’s belly as if to test the flabby waters.
“Would you look at that,” she mused. “You’re a little more my size now, sugar! Imagine what would happen if we made you even bigger!”
“Gah,” Alex had had just about enough of being stuffed against his will. “Mommy! Someone! Help!”
Gloria reached around and smacked her whole hand right onto one of Alex’s rump cheeks, gripping it and squeezing it mockingly.
“Eep,” Alex yelped as Gloria teasingly groped his rump.
“And let me tell you, this big butt of yours could put the whole hippo herd to shame!”
Skipper and his group of penguins hopped up onto Alex’s belly, sloshing around as if they were resting on a water balloon.
“Boys,” Skipper announced. “Our operation was a success! Through the plan of these mindless numbskulls, we have not only usurped the previous king, but have procured our new throne in the process!” The penguins cheered and clapped.
“What!?” Alex yelled. “No one’s gonna use me as a throne!”
“Yeah,” Marty agreed, much to Alex’s surprise. “No one’s getting usurped either!”
“Whuh?” Skipper sounded almost offended. “We’re not overthrowing the king?”
“Of course not! We were just trying to teach Alex here a lesson!”
“A lesson?” Alex was puzzled.
Marty placed a reassuring hand over Alex’s shoulder, giggling slightly as felt his hoof sink into his chubby arm. “That’s right, a lesson! See, all you wanted to do as king was get fed and pampered and not have to do anything you didn’t like, right?”
“Uh, well—” Alex stopped himself from saying anything foolish when he caught Marty’s countering glance. “…I guess that may be the case…”
“And you got your wish, didn’t you?”
“Huh!? D-did I?” Alex thought for a moment, remembering how much he wanted to be fed and pampered and how he liked avoiding many of his kingly duties. Then he looked down, his field of vision all but obscured by his belly. “…I did, didn’t I…?” He said this with a knowing and disappointed tone.
Melman approached Alex, having calmed down from laughing so much. “There’s nothing wrong with relaxing a bit, especially when you’re a king.”
Gloria went back to Alex’s side as well. But because you’re king, you’ve got a lot of responsibilities to take care of, right?”
Alex sighed and nodded, realizing his previous follies. “You’re right, you guys. I guess I’ve been getting a little lazy these days, huh?”
“Darn tootin’,” Gloria agreed.
“But admitting is a pretty good step, if you ask me,” Marty said.
“Well, I’ll tell you what,” Alex began. “I’m gonna start getting back on my duties as soon as possible!”
“We believe in you, Alex,” said Melman.
Skipper turned to his men and sighed. “Well boys, it looks like Operation Lion-peachment is still active.”
Alex raised an eyebrow and turned to the penguins as best he could in his lumbering and obese state. “Operation what-impeachment?”
“You didn’t hear anything,” Skipper exclaimed. Turning back and huddling the other penguins, he said “We’ll start retooling our plan tomorrow. For now, we make our strategic retreat.” The penguins nodded, and simply proceeded to run away.
“By the way,” Alex began. “What are we going to do about all this weight?” Alex gripped a bit of his chunky belly and lifted it up as if to present it. “I can barely move with all this fat on me!”
Marty looked awkwardly to Gloria. Gloria glanced urgently to Melman. Melman turned pleadingly back to Marty. Each of Alex’s friends looked to the other, desperately searching for a proper answer in each other’s eyes. When they couldn’t think of one, they each began whistling discordant tunes as they began strolling away from the adipose-laden Alex.
“Guys?” Alex asked worriedly. “Where do you think you’re going?” Alex instinctively tried walking after them, but simply ended up swaying in place as his fat kept him bolted to the ground.
Marty nudged Melman, who reluctantly improvised an answer he knew would be ill-received. “We…didn’t really think of anything past stuffing you like a turkey…!”
“Wait, you didn’t WHAT!?”
Looking back, Marty called out. “Don’t worry! We’re, uh, gonna try and find someone that’ll help you shed all of that weight you got!”
“But…but the entire kingdom might see me like this! All big and fat! I’ll be humiliated!”
“Honey,” Gloria began, her voice fading in the distance. “The entire kingdom couldn’t miss you with a body like that!”
“That’s not funny, Gloria!”
“It’ll be okay, Alex,” Marty assured. “We’ll be back with some help!”
“Guys!? GUYS!” Alex pressed his paws into his face and dragged it down by his chubby cheeks. “This couldn’t possibly get any worse…”
“Your majesty?” the voice of a familiar sounding lemur called, the voice growing closer as it spoke. “I just wanted to check up on you and see if you are enjoying your private lunch—” Julian gasped loudly. “YOUR MAJESTY!?”
“Huh!? Julian! Uh…this isn’t what it looks like!”
“My, you have really let yourself go, my king!” Suddenly, a lightbulb dimly went off in Julian’s head. “Could this be my bonus for all my hard work?”
“Bonus? What bonus?”
Julian hopped up onto Alex’s belly and nestled in the fat. “Thank you, your majesty! To be able to use you as a fluffy bed to rest my laurels is the highest honor one could receive!”
“Julian,” Alex began. “If you use me as a bed, I’ll—”
He interrupted Alex with a loud yawn. “In fact…I think I’ll take myself a little nap now. Good night, my corpulent king!”
“Julian!”
Faster than Alex could protest, Julian was sleeping like a baby on his belly.
Alex submissively sighed, propping his chubby head up and resting his elbow on the belly fat in front of him. “It’s good to be the king…” he said sarcastically.
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