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Yes, we've reached the first vore scenes. Now you can see why I want to improve on the description as much as possible.
**** Chapter 4 ****
I am awakened by the sound of birdsong and the fact that I am no longer lying on the lion’s body but on the ground. I look around and soon I see the big cat trying to catch a fish with its right front paw. I guess many of his attempts have failed, because he sighs angrily. The next time he lunges forward with both front paws, I take the opportunity to say to him:
“Hey!”
The sudden sound distracts him, he misses its attack. he spins around in fright, looking at me with a look of mixed annoyance and surprise.
“I was concentrating!” – he growls, wagging his tail in irritation – „You scared me” – he shakes his head and tries again, this time with both paws in the water, but again misses the fish. The stream ripples around him.
“I think you woke up starving again. Don’t worry, my king, I’ll help you” – I say, and stand up. I grab a thick stick from a nearby tree and step into the water. I look at the lion.
“Sit down there” – I point to a large tree on the bank of the stream – „and be quiet.”
The lion hisses, but obeys, sitting in the shade of the tree as instructed. He watches me with a mixture of curiosity and amusement as I prepare.
“I don’t need help” – he mutters, though he remains motionless – “But if it means you’ll be quiet too, then fine” – he leans against the trunk, his massive figure casting a long shadow across the water.
The sun is already fully risen, casting an orange glow over the landscape. I adopt a posture that is particularly strange to the lion: I extend my right hand forward, raise the stick with my left, and close my eyes. Soon a fish swims towards me, at which point I open my eyes and with one swing of my stick I push the fish ashore, onto the tree next to the big cat.
The lion’s eyes widen in surprise as he watches me. He tilts his head to the side, studying your unusual posture with interest.
“How did you do that?” – he asks, genuinely impressed. “You haven’t even looked at the fish properly?”
Then he lowers his head to the fish, which is now motionless. He looks at it and sniffs it with interest, his stomach rumbling loudly, betraying his hunger.
I respond to the animal without changing my position. I just turn my head towards him:
“Magic, you know” – I smile – “Just as you need to grow bigger and stronger, I need to develop my strength. Now I ask you: how many fish do you want? I can’t catch thirty like in the castle, so say less!”
The lion laughs deeply, his eyes shining with newfound respect.
“Oh, yes, all those delicious fried fish” – he says, closing his eyes to better imagine that wonderful feast. He licks his mouth and scratches his chubby belly with his right front paw – “But for now I’ll settle for five” – he looks at the first fish left on the shore. His huge paw reaches out to grab it, but stops – “You are full of surprises, my friend.”
“Okay, let’s have five. But for fun, let’s play a game: see if you can catch them all with your mouth!” – as I say this, I hit the second fish with my rod, which flies straight towards the lion.
The big cat watches the flight, then his mouth hangs open. He catches it easily, chews it up, and swallows it in a matter of seconds. His eyes gleam with determination as he prepares for the next one.
“Okay, let’s do this” – he says, and catches another one, his movements fluid and practiced – “I won’t disappoint you” – he adds with a confident growl – “I’ll catch all five.”
Since my method of fishing is all about timing (which means only seconds), I have a hard time keeping track of whether I’ve actually given the lion five fish or seven. The point is, when he catches one, he just bites and swallows it, sometimes without chewing. While fishing, I came up with a short motto for him:
“Here it flies, catch it.
Don’t leave any!”
But I soon get tired and come out of the water.
The lion wipes his mouth with his paw in satisfaction, his round belly bulges between his legs.
“That was a great catch” – he says, pointing to his full belly – „I think you missed one, though” – he points to a fish stuck in the shallow part of the stream, close to land.
I use my magic again for a few moments, but this fish doesn’t fly out of the water towards the lion, I catch it.
“You better not pull it up” – i say with a sly grin, then I place the fish right under the lion’s nose.
Its mouth opens, it takes the fish in, and swallows it. I place my left hand on the big cat’s throat, following the path of the bulge down its chest and into its stomach.
“That’s it” – I smile again as I look up at him.
The lion’s eyes widen again as I place my hand on its throat, its fur twitching slightly.
“Impressive” – he murmurs, a hint of iration in his voice – “You really are full of surprises.”
He sighs in satisfaction, his belly now comfortably full.
“But don’t think you can do that every time I catch one” – he adds with a playful growl.
“You’re already an impressive glutton” – I declare, looking up at him proudly, “What if you get even bigger?!” – I ask excitedly.
The lion considers this… but the answer comes not from his mouth, but from his belly. A deep, powerful growl is heard from the animal’s stomach, it can be seen shaking. The big cat then opens his mouth, and he lets out a loud, thunderous burp. Many leaves fall from the surrounding trees, while the birds fly away. Even the water trembles from the power of the sound. After the belch ends, the lion blinks in confusion for a few moments. He’s surprised by his own strength.
“A large body is no disadvantage, it’s strength and power, nothing more. A magnificent, loud, and powerful belch is the purest expression of that” – i say, gently but firmly – “and since it’s impolite to keep a king waiting, I think we should continue on our way so you can find some new treats as soon as possible.”
The lion turns his head to me and nods with determination. He stands up, his fat belly hanging low beneath him.
“You’re right. Let’s go. I need to find some new prey,” he stretches a little, then heads toward the path ahead.
The riverbank feels different now, as if it’s watching the lion with respect for his unique qualities.
****
After the lion has eaten nine fish for breakfast, we continue our journey through the forest. However, after about an hour, the big cat's huge belly starts growling again, very loudly, plaintively.
The big cat stops and clenches its teeth to stifle a childish whimper. Its face contorts into a grimace and it raises its left front paw to its large, round, soft belly to soothe it.
“I’m starving,” it says softly. Its paw is pressed against its belly, visibly tight from the fish, yet its growl is getting louder and more persistent. The large and powerful beast now looks pitiful.
“I’ve never been so hungry. Those fish weren’t enough… I need more. Much more,” it looks at me with pleading eyes, its dignity and pride overcome for a few moments by painful hunger.
The sight is very sickening to me, but now there is nothing in the forest. Since nothing else comes to mind, I turn to the big cat:
“I’m very sorry, but you can see and hear that there’s nothing to eat right now. Drink a lot of cold water, maybe that’ll make you feel a little better,” I point to the stream that has been trickling by us for a long time.
Seeing that I’m right, the lion can’t help himself either, and starts drinking in huge gulps. Not as much as from the food, but the lion’s big belly starts to grow from all the water.
“Ah, a little better, but I don’t think it’ll help,” he pant, “I need something big... like a whole cow.”
When the lion says this great sentence, we hear a strange vibration and see a strange red light from the deep, dark part of the forest. We look at each other and head towards him, I tighten the hilt of my short sword, and the lion assumes a stance ready for battle. As we get closer, we see that the strange light is coming from tiny, flying creatures stirring something in a large metal cauldron.
“Dark fairies” – i say.
The lion growls softly when he sees the creatures. His ears flatten against his head and he crouches, ready to pounce if necessary.
“Dark fairies?” – he repeats quietly – “What are they?”
The cauldron bubbles ominously, and the fairies are too focused on their task to notice us. The red light casts eerie shadows around them.
The sight may not seem so scary, but I still feel a bad feeling. I slowly turn my head towards the lion and tell him:
"Good and evil have been fighting for a long time, my friend, evil always seeks to corrupt good. These creatures may be small, but they are many, and they have great magical power" - I think for a moment, then tell him the plan - "Maybe this is not a whole cow, but I think we found your snack."
The lion's eyes narrow, he understands what I mean. He unconsciously licks his lips, his stomach starts to rumble again at the mention of food.
"Snack?" – he whispers back – "You mean... them?" – he looks at the fairies again, counting them. There are indeed many of them, and they seem unaware of the danger they are in now.
I am momentarily startled as the lion’s stomach rumbles again, but when I see that the dark creatures have not noticed us, I nod to him:
“Exactly. I was sent to you to fight together against the resurgent darkness, but it cannot be defeated with one big blow, it must first be weakened. The dark fairies are servants of evil, so we must defeat them. I might even say that you could def-eat them.”
The lion’s eyes light up at the challenge. His previous hunger is momentarily forgotten by the excitement of the hunt.
“Def-eat them?” – he repeats, a wild grin spreading across his face – „I like the sound of that. And if they are evil, they deserve to be in my belly anyway.”
He crouches down, his muscles tensing. He looks at me, waiting for your signal to attack.
My previous fear and uncertainty disappear when I see the lion’s determination. Now I don’t say a word, I use hand signals to signal the lion not to jump yet, but to roar first.
The huge animal takes a deep breath, opens its mouth wide, and then...
“RRROOOOOOOAAARRR!”
The lion lets out a deafening roar that echoes through the forest. The trees tremble, the birds scatter in panic, and most of the dark fairies lose their balance. Then the big cat reveals himself, and the creatures that are still in the air prepare to attack him. They use small sticks and swords, but a blue aura shines around them, and small fireballs shoot out of them. The hissing sound mixes with the lion's roar.
The balls of light do not cause much damage to the huge lion, they only enrage it, and its large and hungry belly begins to growl again, this time with both hunger and rage. The hunt begins.
"Little vermins!" he snarls, slapping its huge paw at the elves.
It manages to catch one, stuffs it in its mouth, and swallows it whole, enjoying the taste. He charges forward, knocking more fairies out of the air. Those that remain try to fly higher.
The lion looks down at the dark fairies who are just now trying to get up after his loud roar. Gluttony flashes in his eyes, he lowers his huge head, opens his mouth wide. He steps forward with his giant paws, several dark creatures at once entering his mouth, until the lion's face becomes round. One loud swallow, and the process begins all over again. He does this six times in total, his huge body destroying the small huts of the dark fairies in the process. Many collapse under his footsteps, shaking the ground. The huts built higher are crushed by his fat as he devours the dark creatures. Each swallow creates a satisfying jolt in his body. His belly expands with each bite, now truly resembling a bottomless pit. The enemy lying on the ground is destroyed, only a few dark fairies fly through the air. The lion raises his head and opens his mouth. This time, however, he does not roar or belch, but sucks in air. Due to their small size, this acts as a vortex on the dark creatures, and soon they are all "in the black tunnel." One last big swallow and the battle is over. The lion closes his eyes, raises his right front paw to his soft belly, and strokes it. His body has not grown spectacularly, but he feels the new fat. When he is finished, he looks around at the destruction. The cauldron is still there, bubbling ominously. The lion licks his lips and looks at it with interest.
Then I step forward:
“Neither you nor I know how it will affect you, I’m not sure you should taste it.”
The lion hesitates as he hears my voice. He sniffs the air, trying to identify the strange smell emanating from the cauldron.
“But it smells so good” – he says, his stomach rumbling again – „And I’m still so hungry. What if it’s just… a special soup?” – he looks at me with pleading eyes, torn between caution and his insatiable appetite.
I’m surprised by the answer, but I don’t laugh, because it’s really serious.
“Do you think these creatures really cooked ‘just a special soup’ in this cauldron?”
Meanwhile, it also becomes clear why I did not disturb the lion's hunt: I cut thick branches with my sword and placed them around the ruined dark fairy village.
The lion's expression becomes more and more serious. He realizes that I am right, it is unlikely that the creatures that serve the darkness have done any good.
"You are right," he its, reluctantly stepping away from the cauldron - "But what is it then? And why did they do it?"
He circles the object, keeping his distance. His nose twitches as he tries to identify its contents without getting too close.
To a certain extent, I understand the lion's curiosity. The cauldron is so large that even he can only look inside it standing on his hind legs.
“I don’t know, but we have two choices: either you drink the unknown liquid and we don’t know what will happen. Or you help me knock it down so we can use the liquid to destroy the ruins of the dark fairy village. That’s why I put the branches around it.”
The lion considers both options, finally his defensive instincts kick in.
“The second sounds better” – he says firmly – „We can’t leave this evil magic here, and I’d rather not drink something unknown.”
He steps next to me, ready to help with the branches.
“Let’s make sure there’s no dark magic in this place.”
I’m relieved when the lion decides on the second option.
“Good decision.”
Since there are two of us working, we’re done quickly. In fact, the lion’s massive body can even knock down smaller trees.
"Now comes the hard part," I say, standing on one of the logs and placing my hands on the side of the black cauldron.
The lion stands next to me, mimicking my posture. His huge paws grip the metal.
"What's so hard about this?" he asks, taking one last look at the bubbling contents, then focusing on the task at hand.
The big cat soon changes his mind when the large black cauldron fails to tip over after several attempts. But we won't give up, we're ready to go again.
"Okay, one, two, three"
Finally, the heavy object topples over, the huge amount of liquid inside pouring like a tsunami onto the ruins of the dark fairy village... and washing them away. The circle formed to stop the liquid is wide, so it spreads across the ground. It soon disappears, leaving only a barren patch behind.
The lion watches in awe as the liquid dissolves everything it touches. His eyes widen. He looks at the barren ground, then back at me.
“You were right, I wish I hadn’t drunk it. That would have been disastrous.”
His words bring a faint smile to my face:
“Your appetite may be insatiable and your stomach bottomless, but sometimes it’s better to think with your head,” I jump down from the log I’m standing on, “we can find you some real food, but first let’s get out of here, this place is sending chills down my spine.”
I start back toward the edge of the forest, where I can see the sunlight.
The lion nods and starts to follow me.
“I agree” – he says, walking beside me. He sniffs the air again, more cautiously this time – „But I’m still hungry. Where do you think we could hunt?”
I reach out my left hand and pat the lion’s shoulder as he walks past me (if he weren’t so big, I would have scratched his ear, but with his new size I can only reach his shoulder).
“Everyone in the village fit in your tummy, but I’m not surprised you’re still hungry. I have no idea now, you’ve already had breakfast and a snack, you could use a big lunch.”
The lion leans into my petting, enjoying the gesture. He growls in agreement.
“That sounds perfect. Maybe we’ll find some game or something big enough to satisfy my appetite for the rest of the day,” he scans the horizon, looking for signs of wild animals in the forest. “I hope there are no surprises.”
The lion’s last sentence hits my ear. I sigh, then speak.
“Surprise?” I had a vision last night. This time it wasn’t good, it was strange. What I see is like a stone falling into water. Some things are clear, some things remain hidden. Do you Glum? The mysterious creature who helped the Wicked Witch of the East?”
The lion pricks up his ears at Glum’s name. He re the mysterious figure well.
“Glum? Yes, I ,” he says thoughtfully. “He was a strange figure. Why do you ask?”
He stops and turns to me with a serious expression.
“What did you see in your vision that made him ‘strange’?”
“We both know I came to help you for a reason. I saw him. After the Wicked Witch of the East lost her power, Glum wants to take her place, to be the lord of darkness. That’s why we have to fight, the dark creatures serve him,” I take a deep breath, “but I’ve also seen ourselves fighting. That’s why I have to develop my magical abilities, and that’s why you have to grow bigger and stronger.”
The lion listens intently, his eyes narrowing. He paces, processing what he just heard.
“So Glum is trying to become the god of darkness. We can’t let him succeed” – he says with a growl, then stops pacing and looks at me determinedly – “I’ll train harder than ever, but how can I help you?”
I’m very pleased with the lion’s determination, and I explain the situation to him a little more precisely:
“You’ve helped me a lot before when I used my power. ? I calmed your churning stomach in the castle, and this morning I caught nine fish for you. During the journey I’ll learn to use my power better” – I pause – “and maybe by the time we face that evil creature, you’ll have magical powers too.”
The lion nods, looks down at his huge paws, then back at me.
“I’m glad I could help you then. You have impressive powers” – his stomach rumbles again, but this time it’s more of an excited growl – “So you’re saying I could learn to use magic? That… would be quite an adventure.”
“With training? Yes, but in your case it would be more accurate to say by eating, drinking, and growing, because that’s the source of your power.”
“GRRRLLLLLOOOORRRRB…”
A resounding growl echoes from the huge lion’s stomach, as if to indicate that I am right.
The lion looks down at his stomach with a deep, satisfied laugh.
“Oh, my stomach agrees with you,” he says, grinning, in a playful tone. “I think you may be right about the magic too. Perhaps I will start my training with hunting, I cannot leave my stomach empty when we face Glum.”
Before he can take another step forward, however, something strange happens to the lion: for a few moments, golden smoke, or rather golden aura, surrounds him, his eyes glowing a deep gold, just like his paws. The strange phenomenon only lasts for a few moments, then it es.
His eyes widen in shock as the golden aura surrounds him. He blinks in confusion, trying to comprehend what just happened.
“What… what was that?” – he asks, his glowing paws touching the ground, then the phenomenon es. He looks at me with a mixture of awe and confusion, forgetting about the hunt for a moment.
“I think it was a sign of something,” I say, stepping towards the lion and slowly drawing my short sword – “I want to try something.”
At this moment, I do something truly crazy: I touch my sword to the lion’s side… but the tip of the blade doesn’t hurt it, instead the animal’s fat slowly begins to absorb the weapon, as if the lion’s stomach were liquid. My sword sinks a few millimeters into the golden, furry mass, and then I pull it out. It ripples across the lion’s stomach, then regains its original, plump shape.
The big cat watches in amazement as the sword disappears into his fat, and then I pull it out. His eyes are glued to the scene, his jaw hanging slightly open.
“This…is incredible” – he mutters, feeling the spot on his body where the weapon has penetrated it—“How did you do that?”
He looks down at his belly, which seems to have absorbed the weapon without causing any harm.
“I didn’t do it, you did it,” I pat the lion’s fat belly, which has clearly hardened, “you devoured those dark fairies for a snack, tiny creatures, with immense magical power. It seems that the “lots of bad magic” in your incredible stomach has changed, become something new. I told you that you too can have magical power: from now on, weapons can’t hurt you. If you tried now, maybe you could digest the dark fairies’ potion, but you weren’t ready for it then.”
The lion’s eyes narrow in thought as he processes my words. He tenses his body, testing the newfound strength in his stomach.
“So I can eat magic too?” – he asks, a hint of excitement in his voice – „And that makes me immune to attacks?”
He looks at me with respect and curiosity.
“This will be quite an advantage in our fight against Glum. So you’re saying that the magic of the dark fairies is now my portion? My magic’s portion?”
“Yes” – I stretch my arms and back – “but I think we should continue our journey now, because we haven’t had lunch yet. A few minutes ago you were dreaming of eating a whole cow for lunch.”
The lion chuckles, a deep growl erupting from his chest.
“That sounds like a good idea” – he stands fully upright now – “Let’s go find something to eat. I need to replenish my strength if we’re going to face Glum.”
“Then you are not sticking to your original statement: you want something substantial, say a whole cow? You also said earlier that you could improve your skills while hunting, and taking down such a large prey would require the use of quite a lot of your skills. Although it is true that it would be difficult to find.”
The lion nods, understanding.
“I will change it a little, it should be a deer or a wild boar. Something large enough to satisfy my hunger, and maybe I can prepare for a fight while hunting” – he starts again, this time with more purpose – “Let’s stay in the forest. There are plenty of animals here, but let’s be careful.”
“Good observation, my king” – I nod, and grab the hilt of my sword with my left hand – “then let’s go back into the forest, but stay on the edge for now.”
The lion walks beside me, ears pricked, scanning the forest. He’s both alert for signs of prey and danger.
“We agree. We’ll hunt on the edge, where we can see everything, and I’ll keep my senses sharp,” he stops suddenly, his nose twitching. “I smell something. Fresh meat.”
I’m surprised the lion has smelled meat so quickly, since we’ve just decided to continue hunting.
“You smelled it so quickly? Maybe it’s your own magic. What kind of prey do you smell?”
The lion sniffs again, more intensely this time. He points in a specific direction with his paw.
“It’s a wild boar. Young, but big. I can hear its heartbeat, moving in the undergrowth” – he starts in that direction, his steps soundless despite his enormous size.
I don’t speak, I just nod to the big cat, signaling that I understand what he’s saying. It begins: the huge lion, despite its large size, moves easily and stealthily through the dense undergrowth of the landscape. He carefully pulls a branch from a low tree and looks at a small clearing next to a meadow where the lion finds its prey. A young but large wild boar calmly scratches the ground with its tusks, not caring at all about the predator, who licks his mouth at the sight. The lion has his eyes fixed on the wild boar. His stomach rumbles again, but this time it’s a different kind of growl – the growl of anticipation and determination.
The big cat disappears into the thicket of the forest, I know what to do: I pick up a stone from the ground and throw it at the wild boar. Of course the animal immediately raises its head and I get angry:
“Hey, you fatty, I bet you can’t catch me!”
The boar immediately starts towards me and I run as fast as I can! I herd the boar towards a part where the undergrowth is thicker.
The lion is ready and as the boar es by, his clawed paws reach forward and catch the head through the undergrowth.
“THWUSH!” – he jerks it to the side and buries the terrified face of his prey in his maw. The boar screams, but it cannot be heard because the big cat’s mouth, which has swallowed it, has muffled its voice. With a powerful GLORKA-GULP sound, the prey’s head begins to sink into the big cat’s esophagus. The lion’s throat throbs around the boar. With another huge swallow, it penetrates deeper and deeper into the male lion's mouth. The big cat enjoys the slightly spicy taste of the wild boar's meat, savoring every moment. With another swallow, the prey's head is in its stomach, and its upper body and legs are between the big cat's jaws. The lion grabs the lower body of its prey, while the wild boar can still be heard squealing, its hind legs flailing uselessly. Despite all its efforts, it has no chance of escape. Accompanied by another loud GLA-GLORK sound, the wild boar sinks deeper and deeper into the hungry lion's stomach, its struggle is of no use. Its legs soon slide into the big cat's mouth. Finally, only its tail remains, but the lion gobbles it up like people gobble up pasta. Now its belly is bloated again, proudly showing itself after a successful hunt. Soon he comes out of the forest into the meadow, lies down in the grass and starts scratching his belly with both front paws while burping. I go over to him and start massaging and stroking him.
He sighs longingly and closes his eyes. He enjoys the stroking, his belly trembling with every touch.
“Ooooh” – he grunts happily – “That was great.”
The lion lies contentedly on his back, his stomach growling loudly and forcefully as he digests the boar he has swallowed whole. As I kneel beside him, I begin to rub his belly a little harder.
“That’s what I call a satisfying meal, Your Majesty. You can thank your new magic for being able to swallow the boar whole. But your impressive body has to work hard to digest it.”
I can see that the big cat is enjoying me kneading the fat on his belly. He burps contentedly and pats his belly with both front paws. This moment of satisfaction is quickly gone, however, as despite my best efforts, the lion’s huge belly is growling louder and louder.
I know what that sound means. I stand up and take a few steps back. The lion feels something crawling up his throat. He lifts his head to the sky, opens his mouth, and a huge, roaring belch erupts from his jaws.
When it’s over, the boar’s tusks fly out of the lion’s jaws. The lion closes his mouth and feels his body calm down.
I find the tusks a meter or two away, and return to the lion, who is apparently much more relaxed now, lying in the grass. He rubs his belly again with both front paws, this time making a soothing, contented gurgle. He happily wags his thick tail.
“Your first magic power was that weapons could not harm you. This is another sign of that. You were able to swallow the boar whole without being wounded by its tusks.”
After seeing that the lion’s fantastic stomach has won again, I kneel down next to the big cat and get to work with my “magic hands” again. The lion’s belly is now soft.
“It’s getting bigger, and that’s good,” I say hopefully, then look up at the lion with sparkling eyes.
“It’s worth it,” he says proudly. “I feel good, and after the meal, your wonderful belly massage will follow” – he tells me gently.
I’m so touched that I can’t even speak, so I just hug the lion’s neck, who then gently presses me to his belly with his front paws. He then calmly lowers his head to the ground, occasionally making small burps. He purrs as I massage his belly, his eyes half-closed in happiness. He stretches out, letting me work on the swollen flesh. He sighs contentedly, his body sinking deeper and deeper into the grass. I don’t know how long we stay like this, but after a while I slide off the lion’s belly. It feels like I’ve slid off the softest waterbed in the world, for a few moments the lion’s stomach ripples and bubbles, then regains its original shape. Of course I don’t give up, I start stroking ‘the golden ball’ from the side. It still rumbles from time to time, but now it’s more rhythmic.
The lion watches me amused as I slide off its belly, but the movement now elicits another burp, this time louder than the last. Then it turns to its side, stretching its full belly towards me.
“You spoil me” – he jokes – “But I can’t complain. You know exactly how to treat this beast.”
I take my hand off the lion’s belly, move to his head, and plant a kiss at the base of his whiskers.
“I only give my king what he deserves.”
The lion’s whiskers twitch at the kiss, and he laughs softly. His eyes sparkle with love as he looks down at me.
“Your king appreciates your devotion” – he says, playfully nudging his huge head, begging for more attention. His belly starts to gurgle again, but this time it’s accompanied by a satisfied, approving growl.
Now I step back, further and further back, to the lion’s lower body. Then I begin to massage first one of his hind paws, then the other.
The lion watches me walk away, a slight pout on his face at the loss of . But when I begin to massage his paws, his expression softens again.
"Mmm, that feels good too" – he its, stretching his paws slightly – "You think of everything."
His hind legs move as I work on them. The big cat lets out a soft, relieved moan. The muscles in his paws tense. The reaction is the signal to continue. I massage the lion's hind legs thoroughly, from the pads to the toes on both sides. I step forward, running both hands down the lion's right hind leg, all the way to the thick thighs. The big cat's thighs have also adapted to the change in size, his legs are thick but also longer, and I can feel the strong muscles under the abundant fat. I massage the lion's right thigh in wide, circular motions. The lion relaxes as I stroke his thighs. His muscles melt under my skillful hands, and he lets out a deep, contented moan of happiness. His tail swishes lazily on the ground, and he spreads his legs a little wider to give me better access.
The fat on his thighs shakes with every movement, but the muscle underneath is still firm and strong, so my hands don’t sink into the fat on his thighs as much. I step forward and reach the golden treasure: the side of the lion’s belly. A small touch is enough, and he begins to “swallow” my hands. I spread my arms wide so that I can touch as much of the big cat’s wonderfully soft belly as possible. He welcomes my hands enthusiastically, they sink into the soft, golden fur and belly fat. The lion sighs deeply with happiness, I can’t see but hear his huge front paws digging into the meadow floor. His breathing becomes heavier and his stomach rumbles louder. His paws twitch as he tries to maintain control, but the pleasure is too much. His belly heaves with each deep breath, and the sound of his purring has turned into a low growl of pleasure. Since I’ve spent most of my time here before, I move on, but I don’t take my hands off the lion’s body. Next comes his chest and the lower part of his thick, brown mane. As I reach his chest, the lion’s mane bristles slightly from the shift in focus. His fur is thick and soft, deep golden colored. My hands glide over it easily. His chest rises and falls with each breath beneath the golden fur.
He grunts contentedly as I work on his chest, his heart steady and strong. A true lion’s heart.
“You are quite thorough in the worship” – he murmurs, his eyes now half-open.
I say nothing, just smile at him, and begin the final part of the process: I move my hands up the lion’s chest to the top of his mane. His eyes are now fully open, following my movements as I reach the top of his mane. Pure happiness is reflected in them, mixed with a hint of vulnerability. No one has ever touched him so gently and thoroughly. He leans his head into my hand, encouraging me to continue stroking his mane. The fur here is thicker but still soft, it feels like the finest velvet. Next up is the lion’s throat, he grunts softly but long as my hands glide over it. The luxurious, light texture of the white fur feels like silk under my fingers, but underneath it I feel the strong and thick muscles of the throat, the source of the predator’s strength. Finally, I place one hand carefully over the lion’s mouth and stroke its forehead with the other.
Finally, I lie down, resting my head on the lion’s front paws, who turns to his side, his legs tucked under him. He looks down at me with his huge head.
“You… are wonderful” – he whispers in a voice full of emotion – „How did I get so lucky to meet you?”
“Huge hind legs, strong thighs, a wonderful, bottomless belly, strong front paws, sharp claws and teeth. You’re growing nicely.”
The lion lowers his head even lower, his huge paws wrapping themselves protectively around me.
“I owe it all to you” – he says in a deep, booming voice. “You made me stronger, braver... happier.” He nudges my head gently, his whiskers tickling my cheek. His claws retract, a sign of careful control. “And I will always protect you.”
Suddenly I have nothing to say, so I kiss the lion again. Only then can I say,
“I love you so much. I want nothing more than for you to grow bigger and bigger, so I will do anything for you.”
The lion’s eyes widen at the kiss, his purring louder.
“You’ve already done everything for me” – he says in a warm voice – “But I would never ask you to sacrifice anything. Just being here with me is enough.”
He wraps one of his front paws around my shoulder and pulls me closer. The sun is still shining, creating a warm and safe cocoon.
I won't deny that the hot sun on the meadow, and the gentle touch of the lion as he wraps his paw around me and pulls me to his belly, is the most wonderful feeling of my life. I don't want to continue the journey now. The hunt was in the early afternoon, the lion needed a lot of time to digest the prey he swallowed whole, so we made little progress that day. No problem, we'll continue tomorrow.
**** Chapter 4 ****
I am awakened by the sound of birdsong and the fact that I am no longer lying on the lion’s body but on the ground. I look around and soon I see the big cat trying to catch a fish with its right front paw. I guess many of his attempts have failed, because he sighs angrily. The next time he lunges forward with both front paws, I take the opportunity to say to him:
“Hey!”
The sudden sound distracts him, he misses its attack. he spins around in fright, looking at me with a look of mixed annoyance and surprise.
“I was concentrating!” – he growls, wagging his tail in irritation – „You scared me” – he shakes his head and tries again, this time with both paws in the water, but again misses the fish. The stream ripples around him.
“I think you woke up starving again. Don’t worry, my king, I’ll help you” – I say, and stand up. I grab a thick stick from a nearby tree and step into the water. I look at the lion.
“Sit down there” – I point to a large tree on the bank of the stream – „and be quiet.”
The lion hisses, but obeys, sitting in the shade of the tree as instructed. He watches me with a mixture of curiosity and amusement as I prepare.
“I don’t need help” – he mutters, though he remains motionless – “But if it means you’ll be quiet too, then fine” – he leans against the trunk, his massive figure casting a long shadow across the water.
The sun is already fully risen, casting an orange glow over the landscape. I adopt a posture that is particularly strange to the lion: I extend my right hand forward, raise the stick with my left, and close my eyes. Soon a fish swims towards me, at which point I open my eyes and with one swing of my stick I push the fish ashore, onto the tree next to the big cat.
The lion’s eyes widen in surprise as he watches me. He tilts his head to the side, studying your unusual posture with interest.
“How did you do that?” – he asks, genuinely impressed. “You haven’t even looked at the fish properly?”
Then he lowers his head to the fish, which is now motionless. He looks at it and sniffs it with interest, his stomach rumbling loudly, betraying his hunger.
I respond to the animal without changing my position. I just turn my head towards him:
“Magic, you know” – I smile – “Just as you need to grow bigger and stronger, I need to develop my strength. Now I ask you: how many fish do you want? I can’t catch thirty like in the castle, so say less!”
The lion laughs deeply, his eyes shining with newfound respect.
“Oh, yes, all those delicious fried fish” – he says, closing his eyes to better imagine that wonderful feast. He licks his mouth and scratches his chubby belly with his right front paw – “But for now I’ll settle for five” – he looks at the first fish left on the shore. His huge paw reaches out to grab it, but stops – “You are full of surprises, my friend.”
“Okay, let’s have five. But for fun, let’s play a game: see if you can catch them all with your mouth!” – as I say this, I hit the second fish with my rod, which flies straight towards the lion.
The big cat watches the flight, then his mouth hangs open. He catches it easily, chews it up, and swallows it in a matter of seconds. His eyes gleam with determination as he prepares for the next one.
“Okay, let’s do this” – he says, and catches another one, his movements fluid and practiced – “I won’t disappoint you” – he adds with a confident growl – “I’ll catch all five.”
Since my method of fishing is all about timing (which means only seconds), I have a hard time keeping track of whether I’ve actually given the lion five fish or seven. The point is, when he catches one, he just bites and swallows it, sometimes without chewing. While fishing, I came up with a short motto for him:
“Here it flies, catch it.
Don’t leave any!”
But I soon get tired and come out of the water.
The lion wipes his mouth with his paw in satisfaction, his round belly bulges between his legs.
“That was a great catch” – he says, pointing to his full belly – „I think you missed one, though” – he points to a fish stuck in the shallow part of the stream, close to land.
I use my magic again for a few moments, but this fish doesn’t fly out of the water towards the lion, I catch it.
“You better not pull it up” – i say with a sly grin, then I place the fish right under the lion’s nose.
Its mouth opens, it takes the fish in, and swallows it. I place my left hand on the big cat’s throat, following the path of the bulge down its chest and into its stomach.
“That’s it” – I smile again as I look up at him.
The lion’s eyes widen again as I place my hand on its throat, its fur twitching slightly.
“Impressive” – he murmurs, a hint of iration in his voice – “You really are full of surprises.”
He sighs in satisfaction, his belly now comfortably full.
“But don’t think you can do that every time I catch one” – he adds with a playful growl.
“You’re already an impressive glutton” – I declare, looking up at him proudly, “What if you get even bigger?!” – I ask excitedly.
The lion considers this… but the answer comes not from his mouth, but from his belly. A deep, powerful growl is heard from the animal’s stomach, it can be seen shaking. The big cat then opens his mouth, and he lets out a loud, thunderous burp. Many leaves fall from the surrounding trees, while the birds fly away. Even the water trembles from the power of the sound. After the belch ends, the lion blinks in confusion for a few moments. He’s surprised by his own strength.
“A large body is no disadvantage, it’s strength and power, nothing more. A magnificent, loud, and powerful belch is the purest expression of that” – i say, gently but firmly – “and since it’s impolite to keep a king waiting, I think we should continue on our way so you can find some new treats as soon as possible.”
The lion turns his head to me and nods with determination. He stands up, his fat belly hanging low beneath him.
“You’re right. Let’s go. I need to find some new prey,” he stretches a little, then heads toward the path ahead.
The riverbank feels different now, as if it’s watching the lion with respect for his unique qualities.
****
After the lion has eaten nine fish for breakfast, we continue our journey through the forest. However, after about an hour, the big cat's huge belly starts growling again, very loudly, plaintively.
The big cat stops and clenches its teeth to stifle a childish whimper. Its face contorts into a grimace and it raises its left front paw to its large, round, soft belly to soothe it.
“I’m starving,” it says softly. Its paw is pressed against its belly, visibly tight from the fish, yet its growl is getting louder and more persistent. The large and powerful beast now looks pitiful.
“I’ve never been so hungry. Those fish weren’t enough… I need more. Much more,” it looks at me with pleading eyes, its dignity and pride overcome for a few moments by painful hunger.
The sight is very sickening to me, but now there is nothing in the forest. Since nothing else comes to mind, I turn to the big cat:
“I’m very sorry, but you can see and hear that there’s nothing to eat right now. Drink a lot of cold water, maybe that’ll make you feel a little better,” I point to the stream that has been trickling by us for a long time.
Seeing that I’m right, the lion can’t help himself either, and starts drinking in huge gulps. Not as much as from the food, but the lion’s big belly starts to grow from all the water.
“Ah, a little better, but I don’t think it’ll help,” he pant, “I need something big... like a whole cow.”
When the lion says this great sentence, we hear a strange vibration and see a strange red light from the deep, dark part of the forest. We look at each other and head towards him, I tighten the hilt of my short sword, and the lion assumes a stance ready for battle. As we get closer, we see that the strange light is coming from tiny, flying creatures stirring something in a large metal cauldron.
“Dark fairies” – i say.
The lion growls softly when he sees the creatures. His ears flatten against his head and he crouches, ready to pounce if necessary.
“Dark fairies?” – he repeats quietly – “What are they?”
The cauldron bubbles ominously, and the fairies are too focused on their task to notice us. The red light casts eerie shadows around them.
The sight may not seem so scary, but I still feel a bad feeling. I slowly turn my head towards the lion and tell him:
"Good and evil have been fighting for a long time, my friend, evil always seeks to corrupt good. These creatures may be small, but they are many, and they have great magical power" - I think for a moment, then tell him the plan - "Maybe this is not a whole cow, but I think we found your snack."
The lion's eyes narrow, he understands what I mean. He unconsciously licks his lips, his stomach starts to rumble again at the mention of food.
"Snack?" – he whispers back – "You mean... them?" – he looks at the fairies again, counting them. There are indeed many of them, and they seem unaware of the danger they are in now.
I am momentarily startled as the lion’s stomach rumbles again, but when I see that the dark creatures have not noticed us, I nod to him:
“Exactly. I was sent to you to fight together against the resurgent darkness, but it cannot be defeated with one big blow, it must first be weakened. The dark fairies are servants of evil, so we must defeat them. I might even say that you could def-eat them.”
The lion’s eyes light up at the challenge. His previous hunger is momentarily forgotten by the excitement of the hunt.
“Def-eat them?” – he repeats, a wild grin spreading across his face – „I like the sound of that. And if they are evil, they deserve to be in my belly anyway.”
He crouches down, his muscles tensing. He looks at me, waiting for your signal to attack.
My previous fear and uncertainty disappear when I see the lion’s determination. Now I don’t say a word, I use hand signals to signal the lion not to jump yet, but to roar first.
The huge animal takes a deep breath, opens its mouth wide, and then...
“RRROOOOOOOAAARRR!”
The lion lets out a deafening roar that echoes through the forest. The trees tremble, the birds scatter in panic, and most of the dark fairies lose their balance. Then the big cat reveals himself, and the creatures that are still in the air prepare to attack him. They use small sticks and swords, but a blue aura shines around them, and small fireballs shoot out of them. The hissing sound mixes with the lion's roar.
The balls of light do not cause much damage to the huge lion, they only enrage it, and its large and hungry belly begins to growl again, this time with both hunger and rage. The hunt begins.
"Little vermins!" he snarls, slapping its huge paw at the elves.
It manages to catch one, stuffs it in its mouth, and swallows it whole, enjoying the taste. He charges forward, knocking more fairies out of the air. Those that remain try to fly higher.
The lion looks down at the dark fairies who are just now trying to get up after his loud roar. Gluttony flashes in his eyes, he lowers his huge head, opens his mouth wide. He steps forward with his giant paws, several dark creatures at once entering his mouth, until the lion's face becomes round. One loud swallow, and the process begins all over again. He does this six times in total, his huge body destroying the small huts of the dark fairies in the process. Many collapse under his footsteps, shaking the ground. The huts built higher are crushed by his fat as he devours the dark creatures. Each swallow creates a satisfying jolt in his body. His belly expands with each bite, now truly resembling a bottomless pit. The enemy lying on the ground is destroyed, only a few dark fairies fly through the air. The lion raises his head and opens his mouth. This time, however, he does not roar or belch, but sucks in air. Due to their small size, this acts as a vortex on the dark creatures, and soon they are all "in the black tunnel." One last big swallow and the battle is over. The lion closes his eyes, raises his right front paw to his soft belly, and strokes it. His body has not grown spectacularly, but he feels the new fat. When he is finished, he looks around at the destruction. The cauldron is still there, bubbling ominously. The lion licks his lips and looks at it with interest.
Then I step forward:
“Neither you nor I know how it will affect you, I’m not sure you should taste it.”
The lion hesitates as he hears my voice. He sniffs the air, trying to identify the strange smell emanating from the cauldron.
“But it smells so good” – he says, his stomach rumbling again – „And I’m still so hungry. What if it’s just… a special soup?” – he looks at me with pleading eyes, torn between caution and his insatiable appetite.
I’m surprised by the answer, but I don’t laugh, because it’s really serious.
“Do you think these creatures really cooked ‘just a special soup’ in this cauldron?”
Meanwhile, it also becomes clear why I did not disturb the lion's hunt: I cut thick branches with my sword and placed them around the ruined dark fairy village.
The lion's expression becomes more and more serious. He realizes that I am right, it is unlikely that the creatures that serve the darkness have done any good.
"You are right," he its, reluctantly stepping away from the cauldron - "But what is it then? And why did they do it?"
He circles the object, keeping his distance. His nose twitches as he tries to identify its contents without getting too close.
To a certain extent, I understand the lion's curiosity. The cauldron is so large that even he can only look inside it standing on his hind legs.
“I don’t know, but we have two choices: either you drink the unknown liquid and we don’t know what will happen. Or you help me knock it down so we can use the liquid to destroy the ruins of the dark fairy village. That’s why I put the branches around it.”
The lion considers both options, finally his defensive instincts kick in.
“The second sounds better” – he says firmly – „We can’t leave this evil magic here, and I’d rather not drink something unknown.”
He steps next to me, ready to help with the branches.
“Let’s make sure there’s no dark magic in this place.”
I’m relieved when the lion decides on the second option.
“Good decision.”
Since there are two of us working, we’re done quickly. In fact, the lion’s massive body can even knock down smaller trees.
"Now comes the hard part," I say, standing on one of the logs and placing my hands on the side of the black cauldron.
The lion stands next to me, mimicking my posture. His huge paws grip the metal.
"What's so hard about this?" he asks, taking one last look at the bubbling contents, then focusing on the task at hand.
The big cat soon changes his mind when the large black cauldron fails to tip over after several attempts. But we won't give up, we're ready to go again.
"Okay, one, two, three"
Finally, the heavy object topples over, the huge amount of liquid inside pouring like a tsunami onto the ruins of the dark fairy village... and washing them away. The circle formed to stop the liquid is wide, so it spreads across the ground. It soon disappears, leaving only a barren patch behind.
The lion watches in awe as the liquid dissolves everything it touches. His eyes widen. He looks at the barren ground, then back at me.
“You were right, I wish I hadn’t drunk it. That would have been disastrous.”
His words bring a faint smile to my face:
“Your appetite may be insatiable and your stomach bottomless, but sometimes it’s better to think with your head,” I jump down from the log I’m standing on, “we can find you some real food, but first let’s get out of here, this place is sending chills down my spine.”
I start back toward the edge of the forest, where I can see the sunlight.
The lion nods and starts to follow me.
“I agree” – he says, walking beside me. He sniffs the air again, more cautiously this time – „But I’m still hungry. Where do you think we could hunt?”
I reach out my left hand and pat the lion’s shoulder as he walks past me (if he weren’t so big, I would have scratched his ear, but with his new size I can only reach his shoulder).
“Everyone in the village fit in your tummy, but I’m not surprised you’re still hungry. I have no idea now, you’ve already had breakfast and a snack, you could use a big lunch.”
The lion leans into my petting, enjoying the gesture. He growls in agreement.
“That sounds perfect. Maybe we’ll find some game or something big enough to satisfy my appetite for the rest of the day,” he scans the horizon, looking for signs of wild animals in the forest. “I hope there are no surprises.”
The lion’s last sentence hits my ear. I sigh, then speak.
“Surprise?” I had a vision last night. This time it wasn’t good, it was strange. What I see is like a stone falling into water. Some things are clear, some things remain hidden. Do you Glum? The mysterious creature who helped the Wicked Witch of the East?”
The lion pricks up his ears at Glum’s name. He re the mysterious figure well.
“Glum? Yes, I ,” he says thoughtfully. “He was a strange figure. Why do you ask?”
He stops and turns to me with a serious expression.
“What did you see in your vision that made him ‘strange’?”
“We both know I came to help you for a reason. I saw him. After the Wicked Witch of the East lost her power, Glum wants to take her place, to be the lord of darkness. That’s why we have to fight, the dark creatures serve him,” I take a deep breath, “but I’ve also seen ourselves fighting. That’s why I have to develop my magical abilities, and that’s why you have to grow bigger and stronger.”
The lion listens intently, his eyes narrowing. He paces, processing what he just heard.
“So Glum is trying to become the god of darkness. We can’t let him succeed” – he says with a growl, then stops pacing and looks at me determinedly – “I’ll train harder than ever, but how can I help you?”
I’m very pleased with the lion’s determination, and I explain the situation to him a little more precisely:
“You’ve helped me a lot before when I used my power. ? I calmed your churning stomach in the castle, and this morning I caught nine fish for you. During the journey I’ll learn to use my power better” – I pause – “and maybe by the time we face that evil creature, you’ll have magical powers too.”
The lion nods, looks down at his huge paws, then back at me.
“I’m glad I could help you then. You have impressive powers” – his stomach rumbles again, but this time it’s more of an excited growl – “So you’re saying I could learn to use magic? That… would be quite an adventure.”
“With training? Yes, but in your case it would be more accurate to say by eating, drinking, and growing, because that’s the source of your power.”
“GRRRLLLLLOOOORRRRB…”
A resounding growl echoes from the huge lion’s stomach, as if to indicate that I am right.
The lion looks down at his stomach with a deep, satisfied laugh.
“Oh, my stomach agrees with you,” he says, grinning, in a playful tone. “I think you may be right about the magic too. Perhaps I will start my training with hunting, I cannot leave my stomach empty when we face Glum.”
Before he can take another step forward, however, something strange happens to the lion: for a few moments, golden smoke, or rather golden aura, surrounds him, his eyes glowing a deep gold, just like his paws. The strange phenomenon only lasts for a few moments, then it es.
His eyes widen in shock as the golden aura surrounds him. He blinks in confusion, trying to comprehend what just happened.
“What… what was that?” – he asks, his glowing paws touching the ground, then the phenomenon es. He looks at me with a mixture of awe and confusion, forgetting about the hunt for a moment.
“I think it was a sign of something,” I say, stepping towards the lion and slowly drawing my short sword – “I want to try something.”
At this moment, I do something truly crazy: I touch my sword to the lion’s side… but the tip of the blade doesn’t hurt it, instead the animal’s fat slowly begins to absorb the weapon, as if the lion’s stomach were liquid. My sword sinks a few millimeters into the golden, furry mass, and then I pull it out. It ripples across the lion’s stomach, then regains its original, plump shape.
The big cat watches in amazement as the sword disappears into his fat, and then I pull it out. His eyes are glued to the scene, his jaw hanging slightly open.
“This…is incredible” – he mutters, feeling the spot on his body where the weapon has penetrated it—“How did you do that?”
He looks down at his belly, which seems to have absorbed the weapon without causing any harm.
“I didn’t do it, you did it,” I pat the lion’s fat belly, which has clearly hardened, “you devoured those dark fairies for a snack, tiny creatures, with immense magical power. It seems that the “lots of bad magic” in your incredible stomach has changed, become something new. I told you that you too can have magical power: from now on, weapons can’t hurt you. If you tried now, maybe you could digest the dark fairies’ potion, but you weren’t ready for it then.”
The lion’s eyes narrow in thought as he processes my words. He tenses his body, testing the newfound strength in his stomach.
“So I can eat magic too?” – he asks, a hint of excitement in his voice – „And that makes me immune to attacks?”
He looks at me with respect and curiosity.
“This will be quite an advantage in our fight against Glum. So you’re saying that the magic of the dark fairies is now my portion? My magic’s portion?”
“Yes” – I stretch my arms and back – “but I think we should continue our journey now, because we haven’t had lunch yet. A few minutes ago you were dreaming of eating a whole cow for lunch.”
The lion chuckles, a deep growl erupting from his chest.
“That sounds like a good idea” – he stands fully upright now – “Let’s go find something to eat. I need to replenish my strength if we’re going to face Glum.”
“Then you are not sticking to your original statement: you want something substantial, say a whole cow? You also said earlier that you could improve your skills while hunting, and taking down such a large prey would require the use of quite a lot of your skills. Although it is true that it would be difficult to find.”
The lion nods, understanding.
“I will change it a little, it should be a deer or a wild boar. Something large enough to satisfy my hunger, and maybe I can prepare for a fight while hunting” – he starts again, this time with more purpose – “Let’s stay in the forest. There are plenty of animals here, but let’s be careful.”
“Good observation, my king” – I nod, and grab the hilt of my sword with my left hand – “then let’s go back into the forest, but stay on the edge for now.”
The lion walks beside me, ears pricked, scanning the forest. He’s both alert for signs of prey and danger.
“We agree. We’ll hunt on the edge, where we can see everything, and I’ll keep my senses sharp,” he stops suddenly, his nose twitching. “I smell something. Fresh meat.”
I’m surprised the lion has smelled meat so quickly, since we’ve just decided to continue hunting.
“You smelled it so quickly? Maybe it’s your own magic. What kind of prey do you smell?”
The lion sniffs again, more intensely this time. He points in a specific direction with his paw.
“It’s a wild boar. Young, but big. I can hear its heartbeat, moving in the undergrowth” – he starts in that direction, his steps soundless despite his enormous size.
I don’t speak, I just nod to the big cat, signaling that I understand what he’s saying. It begins: the huge lion, despite its large size, moves easily and stealthily through the dense undergrowth of the landscape. He carefully pulls a branch from a low tree and looks at a small clearing next to a meadow where the lion finds its prey. A young but large wild boar calmly scratches the ground with its tusks, not caring at all about the predator, who licks his mouth at the sight. The lion has his eyes fixed on the wild boar. His stomach rumbles again, but this time it’s a different kind of growl – the growl of anticipation and determination.
The big cat disappears into the thicket of the forest, I know what to do: I pick up a stone from the ground and throw it at the wild boar. Of course the animal immediately raises its head and I get angry:
“Hey, you fatty, I bet you can’t catch me!”
The boar immediately starts towards me and I run as fast as I can! I herd the boar towards a part where the undergrowth is thicker.
The lion is ready and as the boar es by, his clawed paws reach forward and catch the head through the undergrowth.
“THWUSH!” – he jerks it to the side and buries the terrified face of his prey in his maw. The boar screams, but it cannot be heard because the big cat’s mouth, which has swallowed it, has muffled its voice. With a powerful GLORKA-GULP sound, the prey’s head begins to sink into the big cat’s esophagus. The lion’s throat throbs around the boar. With another huge swallow, it penetrates deeper and deeper into the male lion's mouth. The big cat enjoys the slightly spicy taste of the wild boar's meat, savoring every moment. With another swallow, the prey's head is in its stomach, and its upper body and legs are between the big cat's jaws. The lion grabs the lower body of its prey, while the wild boar can still be heard squealing, its hind legs flailing uselessly. Despite all its efforts, it has no chance of escape. Accompanied by another loud GLA-GLORK sound, the wild boar sinks deeper and deeper into the hungry lion's stomach, its struggle is of no use. Its legs soon slide into the big cat's mouth. Finally, only its tail remains, but the lion gobbles it up like people gobble up pasta. Now its belly is bloated again, proudly showing itself after a successful hunt. Soon he comes out of the forest into the meadow, lies down in the grass and starts scratching his belly with both front paws while burping. I go over to him and start massaging and stroking him.
He sighs longingly and closes his eyes. He enjoys the stroking, his belly trembling with every touch.
“Ooooh” – he grunts happily – “That was great.”
The lion lies contentedly on his back, his stomach growling loudly and forcefully as he digests the boar he has swallowed whole. As I kneel beside him, I begin to rub his belly a little harder.
“That’s what I call a satisfying meal, Your Majesty. You can thank your new magic for being able to swallow the boar whole. But your impressive body has to work hard to digest it.”
I can see that the big cat is enjoying me kneading the fat on his belly. He burps contentedly and pats his belly with both front paws. This moment of satisfaction is quickly gone, however, as despite my best efforts, the lion’s huge belly is growling louder and louder.
I know what that sound means. I stand up and take a few steps back. The lion feels something crawling up his throat. He lifts his head to the sky, opens his mouth, and a huge, roaring belch erupts from his jaws.
When it’s over, the boar’s tusks fly out of the lion’s jaws. The lion closes his mouth and feels his body calm down.
I find the tusks a meter or two away, and return to the lion, who is apparently much more relaxed now, lying in the grass. He rubs his belly again with both front paws, this time making a soothing, contented gurgle. He happily wags his thick tail.
“Your first magic power was that weapons could not harm you. This is another sign of that. You were able to swallow the boar whole without being wounded by its tusks.”
After seeing that the lion’s fantastic stomach has won again, I kneel down next to the big cat and get to work with my “magic hands” again. The lion’s belly is now soft.
“It’s getting bigger, and that’s good,” I say hopefully, then look up at the lion with sparkling eyes.
“It’s worth it,” he says proudly. “I feel good, and after the meal, your wonderful belly massage will follow” – he tells me gently.
I’m so touched that I can’t even speak, so I just hug the lion’s neck, who then gently presses me to his belly with his front paws. He then calmly lowers his head to the ground, occasionally making small burps. He purrs as I massage his belly, his eyes half-closed in happiness. He stretches out, letting me work on the swollen flesh. He sighs contentedly, his body sinking deeper and deeper into the grass. I don’t know how long we stay like this, but after a while I slide off the lion’s belly. It feels like I’ve slid off the softest waterbed in the world, for a few moments the lion’s stomach ripples and bubbles, then regains its original shape. Of course I don’t give up, I start stroking ‘the golden ball’ from the side. It still rumbles from time to time, but now it’s more rhythmic.
The lion watches me amused as I slide off its belly, but the movement now elicits another burp, this time louder than the last. Then it turns to its side, stretching its full belly towards me.
“You spoil me” – he jokes – “But I can’t complain. You know exactly how to treat this beast.”
I take my hand off the lion’s belly, move to his head, and plant a kiss at the base of his whiskers.
“I only give my king what he deserves.”
The lion’s whiskers twitch at the kiss, and he laughs softly. His eyes sparkle with love as he looks down at me.
“Your king appreciates your devotion” – he says, playfully nudging his huge head, begging for more attention. His belly starts to gurgle again, but this time it’s accompanied by a satisfied, approving growl.
Now I step back, further and further back, to the lion’s lower body. Then I begin to massage first one of his hind paws, then the other.
The lion watches me walk away, a slight pout on his face at the loss of . But when I begin to massage his paws, his expression softens again.
"Mmm, that feels good too" – he its, stretching his paws slightly – "You think of everything."
His hind legs move as I work on them. The big cat lets out a soft, relieved moan. The muscles in his paws tense. The reaction is the signal to continue. I massage the lion's hind legs thoroughly, from the pads to the toes on both sides. I step forward, running both hands down the lion's right hind leg, all the way to the thick thighs. The big cat's thighs have also adapted to the change in size, his legs are thick but also longer, and I can feel the strong muscles under the abundant fat. I massage the lion's right thigh in wide, circular motions. The lion relaxes as I stroke his thighs. His muscles melt under my skillful hands, and he lets out a deep, contented moan of happiness. His tail swishes lazily on the ground, and he spreads his legs a little wider to give me better access.
The fat on his thighs shakes with every movement, but the muscle underneath is still firm and strong, so my hands don’t sink into the fat on his thighs as much. I step forward and reach the golden treasure: the side of the lion’s belly. A small touch is enough, and he begins to “swallow” my hands. I spread my arms wide so that I can touch as much of the big cat’s wonderfully soft belly as possible. He welcomes my hands enthusiastically, they sink into the soft, golden fur and belly fat. The lion sighs deeply with happiness, I can’t see but hear his huge front paws digging into the meadow floor. His breathing becomes heavier and his stomach rumbles louder. His paws twitch as he tries to maintain control, but the pleasure is too much. His belly heaves with each deep breath, and the sound of his purring has turned into a low growl of pleasure. Since I’ve spent most of my time here before, I move on, but I don’t take my hands off the lion’s body. Next comes his chest and the lower part of his thick, brown mane. As I reach his chest, the lion’s mane bristles slightly from the shift in focus. His fur is thick and soft, deep golden colored. My hands glide over it easily. His chest rises and falls with each breath beneath the golden fur.
He grunts contentedly as I work on his chest, his heart steady and strong. A true lion’s heart.
“You are quite thorough in the worship” – he murmurs, his eyes now half-open.
I say nothing, just smile at him, and begin the final part of the process: I move my hands up the lion’s chest to the top of his mane. His eyes are now fully open, following my movements as I reach the top of his mane. Pure happiness is reflected in them, mixed with a hint of vulnerability. No one has ever touched him so gently and thoroughly. He leans his head into my hand, encouraging me to continue stroking his mane. The fur here is thicker but still soft, it feels like the finest velvet. Next up is the lion’s throat, he grunts softly but long as my hands glide over it. The luxurious, light texture of the white fur feels like silk under my fingers, but underneath it I feel the strong and thick muscles of the throat, the source of the predator’s strength. Finally, I place one hand carefully over the lion’s mouth and stroke its forehead with the other.
Finally, I lie down, resting my head on the lion’s front paws, who turns to his side, his legs tucked under him. He looks down at me with his huge head.
“You… are wonderful” – he whispers in a voice full of emotion – „How did I get so lucky to meet you?”
“Huge hind legs, strong thighs, a wonderful, bottomless belly, strong front paws, sharp claws and teeth. You’re growing nicely.”
The lion lowers his head even lower, his huge paws wrapping themselves protectively around me.
“I owe it all to you” – he says in a deep, booming voice. “You made me stronger, braver... happier.” He nudges my head gently, his whiskers tickling my cheek. His claws retract, a sign of careful control. “And I will always protect you.”
Suddenly I have nothing to say, so I kiss the lion again. Only then can I say,
“I love you so much. I want nothing more than for you to grow bigger and bigger, so I will do anything for you.”
The lion’s eyes widen at the kiss, his purring louder.
“You’ve already done everything for me” – he says in a warm voice – “But I would never ask you to sacrifice anything. Just being here with me is enough.”
He wraps one of his front paws around my shoulder and pulls me closer. The sun is still shining, creating a warm and safe cocoon.
I won't deny that the hot sun on the meadow, and the gentle touch of the lion as he wraps his paw around me and pulls me to his belly, is the most wonderful feeling of my life. I don't want to continue the journey now. The hunt was in the early afternoon, the lion needed a lot of time to digest the prey he swallowed whole, so we made little progress that day. No problem, we'll continue tomorrow.
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