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Having a pet lion is a _very _bad decision. At least, most of the time. River had a pet lion who he had raised from birth. River was a fantastic chef, who ran his own restaurant. Every day, there was bacon fat left (which they almost never used, semi-healthy food, yo) and at least 40 pounds of uneaten steak (and other delicious goodies) at the end of everyday. This restaurant had been popular since before Leo was born, as it was opened about 50 years ago by his grandfather. This meant that Leo had been eating up to 70lbs of food (and lard) starting when he could eat solid food- needless to say, he was very fat by now. He was exactly 750lbs, mostly fat. Another thing, all that food previously unknown to any lion in history's digestive system, gave him _awful _gas. Him being so big - more than 300 pounds heavier than the average adult male lion - greatly limited his movement. He was quite docile for a what-would-have-been an alpha lion, not unlike a very, very big german shepherd. He did "tricks" for food, too. Mainly sitting, lying down, shaking and rolling over. He got rewarded with belly rubs, so he didn't mind.

When River came home, he was greeted by a familiar acrid, eggy, stale shit stench and a hungry, flabby and utter slob of a lion waddling towards him. Today had been an amazing day, at least half of the customers ordered the BLT chopped salad (many of them ordered the special, which included that and a 7lb steak!) and he toted a 5 gallon jug of grease behind him, and two overstuffed cloth grocery bags which contained eighty-ish pounds of assorted meats. "Hey there, my little pig~!" The lion responded with a soft purr. Obedience was rewarded with good food and a happy Master, who would frown at him otherwise. He didn't like being frowned at, it meant that he did a wrong, and disappoint Master too.

They both slowly walked into River's room, stopping along the way because Leo had to fart. His poor overworked digestive system has two modes: normal, peaceful waste expulsion, and the more common ABSOLUTE FURY, PREPARE FOR HYPERFARTS/SHIT. He was currently experiencing the latter. His massive litterbox that took up half of River's room was mostly rancid shit by now. It was a bad habit, but River only cleaned it when he absolutely had to. Leo didn't mind, he actually liked the squishy and warm feeling on his paws, balls and belly when he laid down on his disgusting mountain.

Now began one of their stuffing sessions. River got out of his work clothes and sat in front of Leo in his underwear. "Sit." And he sat. He was poured the lard in his gigantic food bowl. "Shake." He placed a heavy paw in River's outstretched hand. He was given half a grocery bag worth of meat, and gorged himself silly. "Lay." He fell on the dirty carpet with a thud. He was given another half bag of meat, he grunted, more snorted really, and purred while scarfing down the leftovers. "Okay, good boy!" He scratched the lion's mane and patted his flab that squished out from underneath him, "Now, roll over!" which he did happily. River straddled his lion's shit-caked belly. He tried to train that out of him for a YEAR, but eventually he caved and enabled his slobbish behavior. They were both much happier. He took out seven 1-gallon bags from the other bag. He looked down at his lion's face. Even after nearly one and a half years of feeding him like this, Leo still wore the same blissful expression on his grease-stained face. He delicately placed each bit of meat in Leo's awaiting maw. For two hours this went on, until Leo was groaning as the last bit of meat traveled down his esophagus. His triumphant digestive system let loose two minute long protein fart from his huge puckered anus- That was his true roar. River continued to rub similar bouts of gas out of him for fifteen more minutes

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Once River got off, he scrambled, albeit slowly, for his overfilled litterbox. He had 50 pounds of waste stored up, and it needed to be expelled NOW. Countless raucous farts ripped out of his blubbery ass as his hole opened up and a massive log of shit rushed out. It coiled around when it hit the ground, being forced out by powerful anal muscles. The lion was so unfit, lazy and generally fat, that the simple (though profoundly huge) act of defecation made him tired. He fell back onto his fresh shit. He came as close as a lion could to moaning, he was full, sitting on his gooey scat, and his master was happy. He wasn't as happy when the lion jumped up onto his heavily reinforced bed, getting shit on him and his already festering mattress. They cuddled at night, it was already quite warm without covers anyways. Leo wrapped his paws tightly around River and pulled him close to him. Every night, since he had reached the age where he gained the ability to lust after somebody, he began to lust after Master. He wished, and wished, and wished to whatever felinian god he could think of to make him... whatever it is that Master was, so 1: Master would finally love him like Leo wanted him to, and 2: So he could tell Master when he was hungry, and how HE wanted to be fed. (Cuddling like this https://www.reddit.com/r/aww/comments/2c8pc9/a_cat...) After so many nights of unsuccessful attempts, he finally wished to the god who would grant his wish. The god was a bit perturbed that he didn't think of him for that long, but admired his dedication. Once they both fell asleep, the transformation begun, his fur became thick body hair. His mane got shaggy, and transformed into black, greasy hair and a thick stubble. The grease stains became various food stains, his fat became a blubbery belly with several folds, F-cup breasts and enough cellulite to make your mom feel good about herself. ((A/N: OOOHHHH)) He didn't become completely human, though. He retained his cat ears and lion tail. Internally, his body structure changed to the healthiest human organs known to man. His brain changed too. The spoiled (and selfish) lion retained what he had previously, but the god realized that this food-centric relationship wouldn't get anywhere if Leo didn't have basic English down.

In the morning, you bet your ass that River was surprised. There was a huge wall of flesh squishing onto his back. There was a fart, that somehow smelled even more like rotten eggs than Leo's. Without totally flipping out, he looked behind him. There was a man, black stubbly beard, greasy slicked back hair, and astoundingly sharp looking teeth behind him, holding him in place. His alarm went off, the man groaned. It was a deep, manly tone, it kind of frightened River to be perfectly honest. He noticed one other thing. The man had realistic-looking cat ears, AND THEY TWITCHED WHEN HE GROANED. It was impossible and he knew it. Utterly impossible. THAT MAN MUST'VE EATEN LEO AND TAKEN HIS PLACE AND HIS FEATURES DURING THE NIGHT! He thrashed about, waking the whale of a man up, "Master?" He said in a deep raspy voice. Who would've called him Master? He was only 5'4! He only weighed 180lbs! And then it hit him. "LEO?!"

Part two coming when someone comments that they want part two.