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Morning
As the sun climbs higher and higher in the sky, it illuminates the landscape below. Soon he reaches a large castle, shabby on the outside, but not uninhabited. The early rays of sunlight reach a room on one of the building’s floors, the grayness being replaced by a warm yellow light.
The lion stirs a little as the sun warms his belly, which has grown even bigger during the night. He shifts position, turns onto his side with a heavy thud, the bed shaking under his weight. He lazily opens his golden cat eyes. He looks down at himself and lets out a contented growl, patting his swollen belly.
A few minutes later, a beam of light illuminates the animal’s face, it grimaces, then yawns. The lion turns on its side in bed and looks at me. I’m still asleep, because the animal’s huge body blocks out the sun. Involuntarily, I place my hand on the lion’s round belly and begin to stroke it. The lion purrs softly, and his belly responds to the gentle stroking with a soft growl. He watches me sleep, enjoying the touch of a human hand. The sunlight continues to dance on his fur, creating a fascinating pattern.
While resting, the lion feels that his body has changed after yesterday's big feast: his whole body has become larger, his legs and even his tail are thicker. Since he has digested all the food, his belly is no longer so huge and tight, but round and soft.
At that moment, I open my eyes and smile, because the sight of the big lion simply cheers me up.
The big cat looks at me with a toothy grin, his tongue sticking out slightly. He seems to be in a good mood.
"Good morning, my dear friend. I feel different... Stronger," he stretches one of his huge paws, testing his newfound strength. His muscles ripple under his fur as he moves.
I gently place my hand on the lion's belly. A slight touch is enough, and the magnificent furry golden ball in front of me begins to tremble. A powerful growl comes out of it.
“Beautiful, very beautiful. I think your stomach says you’re hungry, what does your mind say?”
The big cat first laughs heartily at the situation that just happened, but then answers my question in a serious tone.
“My mind tells me I can eat again.”
So the big cat has decided to get out of bed and test out his newfound weight. However, with his new size, this looks a little different than usual: he turns away from me and rolls or steps off the bed rather than getting up; the bed squeaks loudly, as if sighing in relief. When the big cat climbs off the mattress, it’s a mess, covered in long, golden brown hairs and claw marks. The lion’s steps are heavy yet determined as he takes a few steps around the room, testing out his newfound size. He feels that his middle hangs lower, and that he is much bigger and heavier than yesterday. However, it seems that the results of yesterday's feast are not only visible on his belly: his legs are much thicker, but the sunlight also shows thick muscles under the abundant layer of fat. His huge paws leave deep marks on the carpet. As the pale yellow sunlight illuminates his large and strong body, he seems almost ethereal. The lion smiles, his teeth flash. Not a sound escapes my throat at the sight, the lion only laughs softly at this and heads for the door of the room. Stretching his right front paw forward, he grabs the handle and steps out into the hallway, closing the door with his tail. The big cat stretches again, you can hear the creak of his back. Then he walks away, his tail wagging triumphantly behind him, his footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. I guess the movement has also gotten his digestive system going, because as I follow him, a triumphant burp fills the entire castle. The lion is enjoying his new size, his massive form casting a long shadow as he walks.
The huge predator descends the stairs from the upper floor, straight into the great hall on the lower level, where only three of yesterday’s four large tables are now laden with delicious food. The lion sits down at one end of the third table, his huge belly bulging. He turns his head towards me with a simple sentence:
“Feed me.”
Having said this, he opens his mouth wide, revealing a dark, pink muscle-filled abyss framed by sharp, white, dagger-like teeth. In the middle, his long and thick tongue descends all the way to his chin. I immediately get the hint. I step in front of the big cat and pick up the first bowl from the table. Lots of meatballs, with some kind of red sauce. I lift the bowl and pour its contents into the lion’s mouth, each meatball fitting inside. The big cat closes his mouth with a loud snap, he chews, and swallows the whole thing in one huge gulp. His throat bulges and he grunts contentedly. He never takes his eyes off me for a moment, watching my every move with growing hunger. There are some foods here that are not necessarily fit for a wild animal, but I can see that my increasingly hungry friend is not interested in them: he stops in front of a strange bowl, with some yellow, sticky liquid in it. I tell the lion that its name is "cheese". The big cat sniffs it, then starts licking it, and after a minute or two, he empties the bowl to the bottom. His wide and flat cat tongue extends out to grab the last drop, then licks the corners of his mouth contentedly. He seems to enjoy the unique taste of the cheese, his eyes sparkle with pleasure. He moves on to a plateful of small, round cakes, stuffing them into his mouth one by one. Each bite is more satisfying than the last.
After the sweet cakes, a little fresh water would be nice, and this is the next. The lion drinks the cold water from the wide metal bowl in front of him, all the way to the bottom. He stops for a few moments, takes a deep breath, but then continues to feast, goes straight ahead with determination, and devour everything in front of him. His stomach rumbles louder and louder, not necessarily from hunger, as it begins to fill up, it swells more and more. However, the lion is driven by his insatiable appetite, overcoming the weakness of his body. A large plate of fried meat is next, he bites into it with his sharp teeth. The meat juice drips down his chin as he eats. He crushes not only the meat, but also the bones with his strong teeth, and even licks the crumbs off the plates with his wide tongue. It turns out that I was right, because the next course in front of the lion is a large plate of golden-brown fried fish. Here he slows down a bit, because he has to be careful with the small but sharp fish bones. This way I can count: he eat a total of 30 fish one by one.
The lion's movements become more and more deliberate as he deals with the fish, but he is still determined. After the fish, he drinks another bowl of water and takes a short break. It is just enough, because in the midst of the big gobble, he has reached the last course: roasted ribs (perhaps lamb). First, he tears off the delicious, juicy meat with his sharp teeth, then with his tongue he literally cleans all the ribs, and finally he cracks them apart. These are big bones, he doesn't have to be careful like with fish before. When the feast is over, the king of the beasts looks back: there is nothing left on the table, only the empty bowls, everything has gone into his stomach. The lion burps contentedly, his belly has now grown into a huge ball under his fur. He looks satisfied, but also a little tired from the amount. He pats his belly with one paw as he looks at the empty table. He seems to be wondering if he can fit in more today, but the rumbling in his stomach suggests otherwise.
The big cat sighs tiredly but contentedly, then lies down on the stone floor. For a while, all you can hear is the lion's deep breathing, but soon something else, me clapping him in satisfaction. He slowly turned his head towards me, without a word I open the door to the great hall. The big cat slowly stands up, his belly so big and heavy that he be careful to keep his balance. He approache the door with slow, heavy steps, more like a toddle. When he arrive in front of the door, he look back at the empty table one last time before, with slow and deliberate steps, he leaves the room. As he leaves, of course, like a good helper, I close the door to the great hall behind him.
Of the four huge tables in the great hall, which are full of delicious food, the lion has already completely emptied two, he is now half finished and knows that this is not enough, but now he to digest the abundance of food. His footsteps echo through the hallway like cannon fire. His stomach is round, the fat he has accumulated from yesterday and today swaying back and forth as he walks. The lion stops at a window, looking out over the lush gardens. He takes a deep breath, feeling the heaviness in his stomach, yet wondering how much more he can eat, and if there is a limit. He scratches his belly in amusement, then heads for the stairs to rest.
We reach the bedroom door, the lion barely fits through it. He flops down on the bed, his huge belly dangling above him. He lifts his head and looks at me. He doesn’t have to say a word, I lie down lovingly on his velvety belly. Lying on a big cat’s belly is so much better than any mattress, it soft and warm, with golden and white fur.
The lion growls approvingly as I make myself comfortable, his paws resting gently on my back.
"Mmm... warmer than the sun," he murmurs, his eyes half-closed in satisfaction, "Stay there. Don't move."
And I do as he says. My good friend, lying on the lion's fat belly is the best feeling I've ever felt. The situation soon makes me sleepy too. The lion senses this, his breathing slows and deepens. His body relaxes completely, his belly rising and falling rhythmically, creating a steady movement beneath me. The room is silent, except for two sighing sounds, one barely audible, the other powerful. Outside, the sun sets, bathing the landscape in an orange-red glow, and then the black night sky and the stars shine with white light takes its place.
Thus ends our second day at the castle.
To be continued…
****
Yes, this is a shorter chapter, but don't worry, there will be longer ones. The point is the story's understandable, not the amount of text.
Morning
As the sun climbs higher and higher in the sky, it illuminates the landscape below. Soon he reaches a large castle, shabby on the outside, but not uninhabited. The early rays of sunlight reach a room on one of the building’s floors, the grayness being replaced by a warm yellow light.
The lion stirs a little as the sun warms his belly, which has grown even bigger during the night. He shifts position, turns onto his side with a heavy thud, the bed shaking under his weight. He lazily opens his golden cat eyes. He looks down at himself and lets out a contented growl, patting his swollen belly.
A few minutes later, a beam of light illuminates the animal’s face, it grimaces, then yawns. The lion turns on its side in bed and looks at me. I’m still asleep, because the animal’s huge body blocks out the sun. Involuntarily, I place my hand on the lion’s round belly and begin to stroke it. The lion purrs softly, and his belly responds to the gentle stroking with a soft growl. He watches me sleep, enjoying the touch of a human hand. The sunlight continues to dance on his fur, creating a fascinating pattern.
While resting, the lion feels that his body has changed after yesterday's big feast: his whole body has become larger, his legs and even his tail are thicker. Since he has digested all the food, his belly is no longer so huge and tight, but round and soft.
At that moment, I open my eyes and smile, because the sight of the big lion simply cheers me up.
The big cat looks at me with a toothy grin, his tongue sticking out slightly. He seems to be in a good mood.
"Good morning, my dear friend. I feel different... Stronger," he stretches one of his huge paws, testing his newfound strength. His muscles ripple under his fur as he moves.
I gently place my hand on the lion's belly. A slight touch is enough, and the magnificent furry golden ball in front of me begins to tremble. A powerful growl comes out of it.
“Beautiful, very beautiful. I think your stomach says you’re hungry, what does your mind say?”
The big cat first laughs heartily at the situation that just happened, but then answers my question in a serious tone.
“My mind tells me I can eat again.”
So the big cat has decided to get out of bed and test out his newfound weight. However, with his new size, this looks a little different than usual: he turns away from me and rolls or steps off the bed rather than getting up; the bed squeaks loudly, as if sighing in relief. When the big cat climbs off the mattress, it’s a mess, covered in long, golden brown hairs and claw marks. The lion’s steps are heavy yet determined as he takes a few steps around the room, testing out his newfound size. He feels that his middle hangs lower, and that he is much bigger and heavier than yesterday. However, it seems that the results of yesterday's feast are not only visible on his belly: his legs are much thicker, but the sunlight also shows thick muscles under the abundant layer of fat. His huge paws leave deep marks on the carpet. As the pale yellow sunlight illuminates his large and strong body, he seems almost ethereal. The lion smiles, his teeth flash. Not a sound escapes my throat at the sight, the lion only laughs softly at this and heads for the door of the room. Stretching his right front paw forward, he grabs the handle and steps out into the hallway, closing the door with his tail. The big cat stretches again, you can hear the creak of his back. Then he walks away, his tail wagging triumphantly behind him, his footsteps echoing in the empty hallway. I guess the movement has also gotten his digestive system going, because as I follow him, a triumphant burp fills the entire castle. The lion is enjoying his new size, his massive form casting a long shadow as he walks.
The huge predator descends the stairs from the upper floor, straight into the great hall on the lower level, where only three of yesterday’s four large tables are now laden with delicious food. The lion sits down at one end of the third table, his huge belly bulging. He turns his head towards me with a simple sentence:
“Feed me.”
Having said this, he opens his mouth wide, revealing a dark, pink muscle-filled abyss framed by sharp, white, dagger-like teeth. In the middle, his long and thick tongue descends all the way to his chin. I immediately get the hint. I step in front of the big cat and pick up the first bowl from the table. Lots of meatballs, with some kind of red sauce. I lift the bowl and pour its contents into the lion’s mouth, each meatball fitting inside. The big cat closes his mouth with a loud snap, he chews, and swallows the whole thing in one huge gulp. His throat bulges and he grunts contentedly. He never takes his eyes off me for a moment, watching my every move with growing hunger. There are some foods here that are not necessarily fit for a wild animal, but I can see that my increasingly hungry friend is not interested in them: he stops in front of a strange bowl, with some yellow, sticky liquid in it. I tell the lion that its name is "cheese". The big cat sniffs it, then starts licking it, and after a minute or two, he empties the bowl to the bottom. His wide and flat cat tongue extends out to grab the last drop, then licks the corners of his mouth contentedly. He seems to enjoy the unique taste of the cheese, his eyes sparkle with pleasure. He moves on to a plateful of small, round cakes, stuffing them into his mouth one by one. Each bite is more satisfying than the last.
After the sweet cakes, a little fresh water would be nice, and this is the next. The lion drinks the cold water from the wide metal bowl in front of him, all the way to the bottom. He stops for a few moments, takes a deep breath, but then continues to feast, goes straight ahead with determination, and devour everything in front of him. His stomach rumbles louder and louder, not necessarily from hunger, as it begins to fill up, it swells more and more. However, the lion is driven by his insatiable appetite, overcoming the weakness of his body. A large plate of fried meat is next, he bites into it with his sharp teeth. The meat juice drips down his chin as he eats. He crushes not only the meat, but also the bones with his strong teeth, and even licks the crumbs off the plates with his wide tongue. It turns out that I was right, because the next course in front of the lion is a large plate of golden-brown fried fish. Here he slows down a bit, because he has to be careful with the small but sharp fish bones. This way I can count: he eat a total of 30 fish one by one.
The lion's movements become more and more deliberate as he deals with the fish, but he is still determined. After the fish, he drinks another bowl of water and takes a short break. It is just enough, because in the midst of the big gobble, he has reached the last course: roasted ribs (perhaps lamb). First, he tears off the delicious, juicy meat with his sharp teeth, then with his tongue he literally cleans all the ribs, and finally he cracks them apart. These are big bones, he doesn't have to be careful like with fish before. When the feast is over, the king of the beasts looks back: there is nothing left on the table, only the empty bowls, everything has gone into his stomach. The lion burps contentedly, his belly has now grown into a huge ball under his fur. He looks satisfied, but also a little tired from the amount. He pats his belly with one paw as he looks at the empty table. He seems to be wondering if he can fit in more today, but the rumbling in his stomach suggests otherwise.
The big cat sighs tiredly but contentedly, then lies down on the stone floor. For a while, all you can hear is the lion's deep breathing, but soon something else, me clapping him in satisfaction. He slowly turned his head towards me, without a word I open the door to the great hall. The big cat slowly stands up, his belly so big and heavy that he be careful to keep his balance. He approache the door with slow, heavy steps, more like a toddle. When he arrive in front of the door, he look back at the empty table one last time before, with slow and deliberate steps, he leaves the room. As he leaves, of course, like a good helper, I close the door to the great hall behind him.
Of the four huge tables in the great hall, which are full of delicious food, the lion has already completely emptied two, he is now half finished and knows that this is not enough, but now he to digest the abundance of food. His footsteps echo through the hallway like cannon fire. His stomach is round, the fat he has accumulated from yesterday and today swaying back and forth as he walks. The lion stops at a window, looking out over the lush gardens. He takes a deep breath, feeling the heaviness in his stomach, yet wondering how much more he can eat, and if there is a limit. He scratches his belly in amusement, then heads for the stairs to rest.
We reach the bedroom door, the lion barely fits through it. He flops down on the bed, his huge belly dangling above him. He lifts his head and looks at me. He doesn’t have to say a word, I lie down lovingly on his velvety belly. Lying on a big cat’s belly is so much better than any mattress, it soft and warm, with golden and white fur.
The lion growls approvingly as I make myself comfortable, his paws resting gently on my back.
"Mmm... warmer than the sun," he murmurs, his eyes half-closed in satisfaction, "Stay there. Don't move."
And I do as he says. My good friend, lying on the lion's fat belly is the best feeling I've ever felt. The situation soon makes me sleepy too. The lion senses this, his breathing slows and deepens. His body relaxes completely, his belly rising and falling rhythmically, creating a steady movement beneath me. The room is silent, except for two sighing sounds, one barely audible, the other powerful. Outside, the sun sets, bathing the landscape in an orange-red glow, and then the black night sky and the stars shine with white light takes its place.
Thus ends our second day at the castle.
To be continued…
****
Yes, this is a shorter chapter, but don't worry, there will be longer ones. The point is the story's understandable, not the amount of text.
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