Revisiting an old story from last year, "Timon Bugs Out" was originally posted on our Big Stories Patreon in 2019- we may have missed Fat Timon Week, but Tunk Timon doesn't care- every week is his week, like this poor hyena is about to find out. If you like this sort of content, be sure to check out our Patreon, where Brock and I come out with stories like this, making everyone's favorite characters big, every month! Click here: https://www.patreon.com/bigstories

Art ©  rockytheprocy
Story © c'est moi, with editing by  silver-stag and  nocturne

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“Faster, Pumbaa! Faster! They’re gaining on us!” Timon shouted in a panic, looking over his shoulder at the hyenas quickly closing the space between them. He let out a panicked yell as he clung tightly to Pumbaa’s ears, throwing himself flat against his best friend’s back.

“I’m tryin’ Timon!” The warthog panted loudly as his hooves galloped across the serengeti and carried him over a fallen tree.

“Come on, fellas! Just slow down, we wanna have a lil talk, that’s all!” The hyenas cackled in a chorus. “We can have a nice chat over dinner!”

“Keep going Pumbaa or those spotted snickering jerks will be having pork with a side-dish of me!” The meerkat yelped as one of the hyenas closed in, snapping its teeth.

“Hold on, Timon!” Pumbaa grunted as he teetered to the side, slamming against a tree before stumbling a bit to try and keep up his pace. There was a crack from the canopy above before several loose branches came tumbling down. The hyenas didn’t have a chance to stop as they were knocked to the ground while those behind wound up plowing into their prone packmates, resulting in a cacophonic series of yips and snarls.
Relief swelled up inside Timon as he glanced behind them, and he let out a burst of laughter. He let go of Pumbaa’s ears, standing up to give the hyenas a mocking wave goodbye. “Good idea, Pumbaa! You really showed those moo-ooooooooahh!” The meerkat’s celebration was cut short by a rather sudden lack of warthog underneath him. Fortunately, his momentum was halted as he smacked into the steel side of a jeep, plastered up against a local conservation group’s logo. What miniscule mass Timon had, it was enough to knock a small, precariously perched crate that clattered out the back side of the jeep as the meerkat tumbled off, narrowly dodging the back wheel as the jeeps carried on.

As the shock of the impact washed over Timon, he didn’t pay much attention to the crate marked “Pachyderm-Grade Supplements, Do Not Consume!” The contents of the crate shattered, a strange, colorless liquid seeping into the earth, right next to a plot-convenient termite mound. The millions of tiny insects burrowing through the mound began to soak up the liquid, suddenly bloating in size until they were as big as Hercules Beetles, now making their mound uncomfortably crowded.

Meanwhile, Timon was regaining his composure, being helped to his feet by Pumbaa’s tusks. Still rubbing his head, he scoffed. “I gotta get with Simba about the traffic laws around here. Some people got no manners!"
“That was really close, Timon! But those hyenas are still out there, aren’t they?” the warthog shifted uncomfortably. “Maybe we should find a place to hide.”

Timon clicked his tongue, waving off Pumbaa’s suggestion. “That’s a stupid idea. What we need is a hiding place, those hyenas could spring up at any second.”

“Great idea, Timon!” Pumbaa nodded.

“You go that way,” Timon pointed. “I’ll go the opposite way, we meet back here by that weird looking rock over there,” he said, gesturing to the remains of the crate. “Quick, I’m not lookin’ to end up as lunch today!”

With Pumbaa trotting off one way, Timon confidently marched in the opposite direction. He had only taken a few steps before his eyes locked on the termite colony, swarming with unusually large termites. Any thought of hiding evaporated as he licked his lips at the delectables, plucking one up and inspecting it for a closer look. They were enormous, the biggest termites he'd ever seen, so huge they seemed like ripened fruit. Well, who was he to say no to a meal? And running from the hyenas had worked up his appetite.

"Hello, my sweet," he cooed with a coy grin, the termite wriggling in his fingers. Timon took a big bite out of the bug, the usual earthy sweet taste of termite mixed with something… else. Something chemical. Oh well, must be a local variety.

One became two, then three, and as the meerkat gorged on his meal, changes began to sweep over his body. It began with him growing steadily taller, his short frame stretching out until he was looming over the tallest peak of the termite mound, barely noticing as he popped more of the little morsels into his mouth. As his height shuddered to a halt, his growth hardly skipped a beat; no longer growing up, his body instead grew out. Formerly lithe limbs swelled with raw strength, biceps rising up like mountains. His thin torso thickened into a sturdy midsection topped with mountainous pectorals, jutting out into a thick canyon of a chest. Even his legs had strengthened into two squat columns that carried his new weight, as his torso bulged, filling out into a thick, solid, barrel shape. Swelling up like a muscular balloon, his neck disappeared under swells of beef, and even his tail thickened enough to make alligators jealous.

Timon didn't notice the change until the last termite had made its way into his stomach. Straightening himself up after polishing off the last morsel, he looked over his newly enlarged frame, running a hand over his solid boulder of a gut, every part of his body thick and hefty as an elephant. Everything seemed so small, and he felt so powerful, he tensed his powerful arms, grinning wide as his arm billowed in size.

“Heh! Well, I’d like to hear Simba tell me about bugs not having enough protein now,” he smirked. It was a drastic change, but there was no time to take it all in before an all-too-familiar cackle echoed from the distance.

"We gotcha now!" one yelled as they sprinted through the tall grass. At first it was a chorus of pounding paws and ravenous cackling, but as soon as Timon was in their sights, the hyenas came to a panicked halt. None of them were prepared for the titanic meerkat before them. Timon had been ready for them, looming over as he gave a cocky laugh, hands on his hips as he peered over his chest. “Sorry fellas, I'm off the menu."

The rumbling tones broke them out of their haze and the hyenas scrambled, crashing into each other and clambering over the rest. Tiimon calmly and slowly lumbered towards them, hip-checking one out of the way, another casually tossed over his shoulder until he cornered one, planting his foot on the hyena. The canine, dwarfed by the elephantine meerkat, let out a wheezing giggle, offering a weak, futile defense as Timon smirked. “Glad you think this is funny too, because I think things are gonna work a little differently here from now on.”

Oh, he could get used to this.