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Zane spent much of his day rather bored. Nobody else at home but him, and virtually nothing to do, he picked out a movie at random from his shelf to watch, and out of all the movies he picked, it was Lion King.

He now sat on his red recliner and watched that movie on his decently sized television. Zane himself was fairly average. He lived alone in a small house- the living room alone was only a little bigger than the average bedroom. He lightly scratched his dark brown hair as he watched the movie wearing a gray shirt, and sweatpants. Not that his sweatpants were a fashionable statement, it was just that he was alone and had nowhere else to go, so who cared whatever he decided to wear? He blinked those blue eyes of his as he watched, and chuckled at some of the moments- such as when Simba sang that song about becoming king. "It's been so long, I forgot how entertaining this was." He said to himself.

Zane knew one of the most famous scenes was going to come though, and he was half tempted to skip it. He recalled seeing the scene as a kid, and it always saddened him when it happened. Still, he was older now, he was in his 20s, and he couldn't be upset over such things anymore. It was just a movie after all. It was kind of hard for him to focus on the first part of the movie until that scene happened- the scene where Mufasa died, and Simba nudged him repeatedly. Despite how old he was, despite how he knew the movie wasn't real, it still depressed him. "I know it's a movie and all, but I still wish he didn't die." Even though Zane knew it made the story that much more powerful, it was still so sad to see. "But hey, while I'm wishing, I wish I had a roommate who would take care of my every need, too." He half joked at that.

Just then, the door to his apartment opened. It was strange, considering Zane lived alone. The door wasn't broken down or anything either- it was just casually opened. A creature stepped inside, and slowly stretched- it was a lion, an anthro lion. His feet were quite large with retractable claws, and he didn't bother with shoes. He had khaki jeans on that worked poorly at hiding a clear package between his legs. He had a black and red checkered shirt on that was unbuttoned and revealed a trail of hair down his flabby, yet muscular gut. The trail of red hair went up to his head and surrounded it much like a mane. His face stuck out a bit much like a lion's would. His hands were five fingered claws, and he had a long tail with a tuft of red fur. He looked almost like Mufasa, just an older, anthro version of him- one that had put on some weight. "Hey honey," he said with that familiar Mufasa voice. "Honey, I'm home." He belched moments after he said that, a happy one he didn't bother with even attempting to hide.

Zane turned his head to the door, and his eyes widened. The anthro creature looked so much like Mufasa- sure with a fat gut, and so much hair on his chest that Zane could see almost nothing but hair with that opened shirt. "I...what...who are you? How did you get in here?" he was absolutely stunned, such a thing just wasn't possible.

"What?" The anthro lion grabbed a silver can from seemingly behind his back. He opened it up, and drank it in mere seconds before he crushed the can in his hand, and just casually tossed it behind him. He didn't bother to even watch the can land on the carpeted floor. "Name's Mufasa, you don't recognize me? And as for how I got in here, I live here. Or did you already forget that?"

Zane blinked rapidly. Mufasa? He glanced back at the television and noticed Simba was now with Timon and Pumbaa. He could have expected Pumbaa to be a bit of a slob, heck that wouldn't shock him, but...Mufasa? "But...you died in the movie." Zane said. None of what was happening was just scientifically possible, and there were so many questions in his mind. Did that mean Timon and Pumbaa were real? Was Simba real? Was the ‘Brave Little Toaster' real? If that were, then he should really have apologized to his first car before it was put in the dump.

"Yeah, I know I died, but..." Mufasa moved directly in front of Zane and blocked his view of the television. Instead, Mufasa's gut was on display, and he scratched it before that tail of his twitched, and he let loose a fart then and there. "I got better."

Zane still couldn't believe it. "That's the stupidest..." he shook his head, he couldn't even find the proper words to explain how that even sounded. Nobody gets better from dying- maybe if he was an actor or something, but that still raised so many questions. "Alright, so if you're really Mufasa, where's your wife? Where's Simba? Where are any of the other animals in that movie?" Maybe Zane went to sleep or something, he didn't use drugs, and this was definitely not right, but if he was going to have a Mufasa here, he was at least hoping for some reasonable answers.

"You're my wife." Mufasa answered, as he took off his shirt and pants. At the very least, he had a pair of white underwear on, but unfortunately it showed off his bulge very well, and also unfortunately, he was quite a hairy man- not just with all of that fur, but red hair all over his legs, his arms, and certainly more on his chest. "As for Simba, we're going to MAKE a Simba. I wouldn't worry about where the other animals were. After all..." Mufasa leaned down and went face to face with Zane. "We're King and Queen. What else matters?"

Zane wasn't sure if he should be disgusted, or scared. He couldn't pick up the smell of Mufasa's fart, which he was truly grateful for that, but Mufasa's breath smelled of alcohol, and Mufasa's body smelled of strong Lion Musk- he looked like an anthro lion in his 40s or 50s, and it was just a revolting sight for him to see. "I'm not your wife." Zane replied, although a little worriedly. He wasn't a lion, he wasn't female, and he definitely had no interest in Mufasa, at least, THIS Mufasa.

Mufasa grinned at Zane; he revealed those sharp lion teeth of his. "See? That's what I'm talking about. Here you are, face to face with a lion, the king of the jungle, and you're speaking out against him. You've got guts, just like Sarabi." Despite Mufasa's rather...fat form, he was still able to lunge right at Zane. He quickly pushed their two bodies together and kissed him deeply, and nearly tipped over the recliner in the process. While Mufasa kissed deeply, and roughly, he quietly belched right into Zane's mouth.

Zane immediately pushed back at Mufasa. He put his hands right on that hairy chest, and pushed- but Mufasa proved simply too strong. He tried to keep his mouth closed, but Mufasa's mouth was even stronger than his- and then there was the belch. It smelled like rotting fish- and he could almost taste it on Mufasa's breath. With wide eyes, he tried to push Mufasa away with his hands, and his legs. When that didn't work, he tried to wriggle his way out, but that both furry and hairy body of Mufasa's held him in place so easily.

Mufasa let go of Zane a moment later, but rather than flat out get off of Zane, he took a seat on his lap. Mufasa was definitely heavy- possibly 300 pounds or so, but not quite enough to break the recliner. "Just sit here with me, and you'll soon be my queen."

Zane looked up at Mufasa with a grimace. Sure, he could move his arms and legs, but his waist was pinned down firmly by that huge Lion ass. What made it worse was how Mufasa was nearly nude, and here he sat right on him. "G-get off!" he tried to push Mufasa's heavy gut off of him, but he just felt his hands sink into that furry and hairy gut. At the same time, Zane could feel something building deep within him. It wasn't a rage- he was already quite mad at Mufasa, it was something else. Zane opened his mouth to speak again, but rather than speak, he let out a belch. He covered his mouth right after the involuntary belch, and looked up at Mufasa, and his expression changed from anger, to fear.

Mufasa kept his wicked grin. His pawed hand slowly reached down and stroked Zane's chin. "Sarabi and I had quite a bit in common, so I figure you and I should have just as much in common, starting with the gassiness. Every belch, every fart, you'll become more and more like her, and less of a disgusting human. Admit it, you're more aroused at my form already, aren't you?"

Zane wanted to deny Mufasa's statement, yet when he stared at Mufasa's form, he hated to admit that Mufasa was more attractive than he was a minute ago. Something about how big and powerful that form was- Zane couldn't even get up, no matter how much he struggled. "Does that mean I can get up now?" he muttered. He raised his hand up to Mufasa's paw, and tried to pull it away, but he couldn't even manage to do that with all of his strength, it was as if Mufasa was made of iron.

"Not until you're so attracted to me that you don't want to leave me." Mufasa replied as he slowly let go of Zane's cheek. He grabbed the remote to the television, and turned off the movie. He then used the remote to search for a program, and grinned at the results. "Oh, this is all too perfect timing." He changed it to a documentary about lions. "You can learn all about how lions behave."

Zane grimaced up at Mufasa, and then turned to the television. He noticed the documentary was talking about how generally one male lion was in charge of a pride, and when he saw that male lion, he mentally cringed at how, at the same time, he was also excited to see the form.

"This wasn't how the lions really behaved in the movie." Zane mumbled. "Mufasa and Scar were in the same pride, this makes it seem like it should have been one or the other." If nothing else, the documentary helped distract him from the Mufasa that was in his lap- even if it was a bit difficult to see the documentary, and all he really got a good look of was Mufasa's furry back, furrier than most animals.

"Oh please." Mufasa waved a paw dismissively. "If ‘The Lion King' was meant to be an accurate representation of lions, Scar would have been the hero, not the villain. Scar would have still killed Mufasa, kill all of his cubs, and start making his own cubs, at least until he's overpowered by another lion and the cycle continues. Meanwhile, Simba would have still been exiled, and he wouldn't return back to his pride in order to prevent inbreeding. He would have found another pride and try to overthrow their leader instead." Mufasa let out a soft fart, right into Zane's lap. His tail twitched wildly after with excitement, and that grin on his face just showed how happy he was after doing such a thing. "It's not like that's how we're going to behave either. You're going to be my fat, slob queen Sarabi."

Zane still wanted to deny it. He could feel his own rear swell up with gas, and he could also feel that cock of his harden underneath Mufasa, and rub up against that furry rear with only Zane's pants and underwear in the way. "Can't you at least give me some sort of chance not to become her? Like...I thought cats played with their food first before they ate it." Zane puckered his rear, but he couldn't help himself. He let out a soft fart in response to Mufasa's, and he could feel his entire body tingle as he let it out, and he soon felt Mufasa's back against his gut. It wasn't that Mufasa leaned back though. When Zane looked, he noticed his gut had grown out a few inches and gave him a chubby appearance- heck; even his arms and thighs looked a bit fatter.

"Didn't we just get through talking about how I'm not like other lions?" Mufasa turned his head back to Zane, and rolled his eyes. He couldn't help himself but poke that now slightly exposed belly though. Zane was still human, still male, but now it looked like he weighed a good 240 pounds- and just after one fart. "And lions typically don't do that. Housecats maybe, if only because they're well fed and have nothing better to do, but not lions." Mufasa wiggled his rear on Zane playfully, and just chuckled when he felt that erection between his legs. "I'll tell you what though. I'll let you up, IF you get as naked as me."

Zane immediately thought of it as a way to escape from Mufasa. He could easily just redress himself afterwards. He just hoped that Mufasa ran slower than he pounced. "F-fine, but then you'd have to get off me in order for me to get my pants off; I can't take them off when you're sitting right on them."

"Fine, but first..." Mufasa turned around to face Zane completely. That big hairy chest and gut right sat right in front of Zane. "You can take off your shirt, now." True Zane was still largely male, but Mufasa knew it was only a matter of time until that changed, and the idea of playing with him a bit before Zane changed entirely, sounded quite entertaining to him.

Zane knew he wasn't going to get any attempts to get away from Mufasa unless he cooperated with him a little. He turned his head away from Mufasa, and took off his shirt with a grimace. He was fairly average under his shirt- a little hairy, but nowhere near as bad as Mufasa, although that belly of his really stuck out. "Happy?" He asked, although he still didn't even glance at Mufasa.

"You can at least smile a little. Come on, you're going to become a queen, my queen. Stop hiding your enjoyment." Mufasa reached around and gave Zane a big smack on his back. "And I can tell you already do enjoy it," he added, with a wiggle of his crotch on Zane's aroused cock.

Zane continuously wanted to deny Mufasa, and the pleasure that Zane actually did have- he knew those feelings weren't his own, he knew Mufasa did more to him than just give him a big gut. Still, he still knew that he had to obey Mufasa if he wanted any chance to get up. He turned his head back to Mufasa, and let out a small smile. He tried to make it as genuine as possible, all while he ignored Mufasa's hairy ass on his crotch.

"That's a good girl." Mufasa's furry hand paw moved from Zane's back, right to his face. He gently stroked it with those thick digits before he finally got off of Zane. "So, how do you plan to ‘stop' me from changing you?"

Zane didn't respond to Mufasa. He took that time to get up, and he ran right to the exit of his apartment, he was not going to stick around with Mufasa. Despite his place not being that large though, the door to his apartment just felt so far away. It felt so far, that he could feel the gas in his body build up again, and as hard as he tried to hold it in, he let out a deep belch, right as he finally got to the door to his apartment.

During his belch, as slow as it was, his fingers became much thicker, and harder to split apart from each other. They became so thick that his skin swallowed the fingernails entirely, and so stuck together that, by the time he finally got to his apartment door, he couldn't work the knob open. "Come on...come- urp- on." His hands looked like Mufasas- large thick paws, just not with any real fur on them.

Mufasa couldn't help but watch, and laugh, at Zane's situation. "Hey, I didn't stop you at all- it's just the wrong change at the wrong time. You can try a window if you want, but we're pretty high up, and I doubt your thumb will bend the lock open now, so I guess you're stuck."

Sure enough, when Zane tried a window, his thumb stuck firmly on that paw of his- it didn't look like much of a thumb at all with how thick his hand and other fingers were. "Come on. You have to give me a chance or SOMETHING to reverse it." Zane tried to think of what Mufasa might want, but he didn't know much about him outside of being a fatherly figure.

Mufasa shrugged at that. Maybe watching Zane attempt to try to fix that mess would be entertaining. "Why don't you try masturbating to porn on the internet?" Mufasa said, albeit jokingly. "Maybe if you can reverse what turns you on, you can reverse your gut and paw changes, too."

Sure, Mufasa definitely had a joking tone there, but what else could Zane even do? Zane walked into his bedroom where his computer was, and pushed the door shut. He couldn't quite work the lock, but for now just having it shut would do. "It's not like he doesn't know what I'm doing in here." He muttered as he took a seat on a chair, and turned on his computer with a push with us big thick paw.

Using the mouse was incredibly difficult; it just felt that the mouse was too tiny for his big thick paws. It took effort, and careful clicking, but Zane managed to open up his pictures. With a frustrated sigh, he then tried to pull his pants down, but he found himself unable to. He just couldn't work the button, even though it was sweatpants, they still had to be unbuttoned. That and his ass had grown in size, which just made flat out pulling them down, difficult. "He KNEW this was going to happen." Zane lacked so much dexterity now that it was just downright frustrating to do so many things- even taking his pants off.

The door turned, and Mufasa entered then and there, no matter what Zane might try to say to stop him. "Don't mind me," he spoke when he entered. "I just wanted to make sure you were able to...start up the process successfully."

Zane turned his computer chair around towards Mufasa. "What do you think? I can't work a door lock, so working to unbutton my pants is even harder." He sounded rather offended by the ordeal. If nothing else, his erection had finally gone down, if only because he was finally able to focus on something else besides Mufasa and his gassiness, although he hated to admit that the sight of him made him twitch in excitement.

"This is why my queen won't be wearing pants." Mufasa said with a chuckle. "I don't enjoy them either." He leaned down with his thick paws, and undid Zane's pants and zipper for him. Despite how his paws and Zane's paws looked so much alike, Mufasa had much better dexterity at working his. It was likely he could have unlocked the door to the apartment too; he just didn't like the idea of needing to dress up to chase after his queen. "Alright, anything else my queen needs? Or should I leave her to her fun?" he asked while he idly scratched his belly in front of him.

Zane half wanted to tell Mufasa to simply ‘fuck off', but he had a feeling Mufasa would take that a bit literally, Zane was going to be doing that himself anyways. "I'm still not your queen, and I don't need anything else. You can leave now, and close the door behind you." Zane turned away from him, and opened up his porn folder that was filled with quite a few pictures- well over 100. The pictures were rather basic though, merely naked women with an anthromorphic character tossed in here and there.

Mufasa turned his back towards Zane, let out a silent fart, and did just as Zane requested. He closed the door behind him, and let Zane be. Of course he had to listen from the other side- and it wasn't like Zane could turn a doorknob easily either, so he'd probably need help to get out when he was all done.

Zane looked back and made sure that Mufasa was gone before he reached down underneath his underwear, and stroked his cock with his thick paw. Zane went from picture to picture of porn on his computer, but the more he went through each picture, the more he realized how...unattractive these women were. They were just so thin and frail; they didn't even make his cock twitch. Zane began to wonder why he even had these pictures on his computer- surely they aroused him before, but...why not now?

Zane leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath. His breath froze when he picked up the faint scent of Mufasa's gas along his nose. It was so...disgusting and repulsive, when did Mufasa even let one rip? Zane didn't hear it! At the same time, his cock suddenly twitched to life at Mufasa's scent. "Great...he must have changed my sexual preferences a lot more than I thought." Zane knew he wasn't going to get anything from his pictures, but since he had already gotten started, he wanted to finish it. He recalled Mufasa being told to ‘reverse what turns him on' so he went to a porn website, which wasn't really hard to do nowadays, and began to look at the various pictures. The website worked in a manner of a person liked, or disliked a picture, and then another picture was shown based off of what they liked, or hated. With one paw on his cock, and the other on his mouse, Zane went to work.

As Zane continued to move his paw up and down his cock, he was blissfully unaware of the weight that slowly piled on top of his already chubby belly. Weight actually slowly grew all around his body too, bit by bit, pound by pound, but Zane noticed not one big the weight he put on as he liked one picture, disliked another...liked one...he zoned out from the likes and dislikes, and he focused solely on the picture itself. He found that the website eventually found his preferences, and his cock came to life. He couldn't wrap that paw around it, but he could just gently stroke it. He could feel little tiny furs on his paw, which just made stroking all the more comforting. He didn't even notice his arms develop flab and wobble a bit with every stroke of his paw.

As Zane continued masturbating, it took him a moment to realize where his likes and dislikes were taking him. The women he first clicked on were changed into men- and from there, the men were slowly getting fatter and fatter. The fatter the man in the image was, the more Zane felt so turned on by it. By the time he found out what had happened though, he felt his balls fill with pressure. He let out a gentle fart, and then he came only moments after when he imagined the fart came from the very fat from the image he saw. His cock pumped and pulsed short bursts of his seed before his shaft went, not only limp, but smaller in size too.

Zane panted lightly once he was done. The masturbation session went quicker than he imagined, but now his underwear and his paw was soaked. He felt smaller between his legs, and when he looked at his body, he knew he must have weighed a good 250-300 pounds. "Changed...even when masturbating...great..." he muttered. He stared at the image of the fat hairy man that made him cum before he closed the website. He knew he should have been disgusted, and yet he felt quite the opposite. "You can open up the damn door now Mufasa, I'm done." He called out.

"Did you have fun masturbating to thin women?" Mufasa teased, just as he opened the door, and walked right over to Zane. Mufasa still had only his underwear on and little else, in fact, if he weren't a lion anthro, he would have resembled the picture Zane came to moments earlier.

Zane grimaced at Mufasa. "I'm going to wash myself off if you don't mind." He got up off of his chair and walked over towards the entrance of his room. His body jiggled with each and every step he took, and he swore he could feel his cock, despite not being erect anymore, continue to leak his seed, and shrink a bit with every drop- not that he could even see between his legs anymore with his gut.

"We're lions." Mufasa reached out and grabbed onto Zane. He pulled Zane close and let his furry, hairy belly, rub up against Zane's gut. "Well, I'm a lion; you're going to become one. Point is, you remember the bath time scene? We lick ourselves clean."

Zane shook his head and tried to get out of Mufasa's grasp. Even when Zane was bigger and fatter, he still couldn't get away from him so easily. "I'm not going to lick my cum clean." He stated, strongly at that. His crotch was wet, his paw was wet, and it was just getting worse the more he felt his seed leak into his underwear.

"Well if YOU'RE not going to..." Mufasa turned Zane, and pushed him right onto the bed. "Then I will." Mufasa pounced on top of his crotch, and pulled down his underwear. Mufasa leaned down, stuck out his tongue, and licked Zane's crotch with his large sandpaper tongue.

"N-no!" Zane fell back helplessly onto the bed, and when Mufasa put his weight on it too, he swore he could hear the bed creak and groan. Zane reached down and tried to push Mufasa off of him, but when he felt that tongue against his cock, he couldn't help but wince and shiver from pleasure. "S-stop," Zane pushed Mufasa's head through his mane- he felt that disgusting mane that clearly never got washed, but he didn't care- he just wanted Mufasa off of him, even if this felt more pleasurable than he wanted it to be.

Mufasa grinned up at Zane- not that he could really see Zane's face with that big belly in the way. Lick after lick, he cleaned up Zane's crotch of that salty seed. Of course, with every lick, Zane's cock changed too- it shrank more and more into Zane's body. His balls completely vanished as they pulled inwards, while his cock shrunk so small that it actually became the clit. A small opening was left between Zane's legs where the balls were pulled in, and now Zane was no more properly a he, but a she- a very manly she, a ‘cuntboy' as one might refer to...well, he wasn't so much of a boy, but definitely not quite female, and not quite male. Mufasa then grabbed Zane's paw- the paw that was covered in seed. He pulled that in, and began to lick that. At least he didn't put so much weight on Zane now, but the muscle he must have had underneath his fat was impressive- his paws were like soft vices, ones that had too strong of a grip to pull away from.

Zane tried to struggle and pull away, but no amount of strength could get him free, plus his body felt heavier- not just with fat, but with now a lack of muscle, as if he rarely worked out a day in his life, and so much as struggling wore him out. "C-come on...let go." He said, although with questioning even in his voice. As he struggled, his belly jiggled, and as his belly jiggled, Zane could feel the gas build up inside him again before he belched only moments after he spoke. His burp felt so difficult to contain, and as short of a burst as it was, he could feel his ears tingle and shift afterwards. With one free paw, he reached up and felt what was happening. While his ears were still round, they shifted upwards to the top of his head, and they were in a position much like a lion's ears.

Mufasa grinned up at Zane, and belched right into Zane's paw, as if his gas was a sign of affection for him. He reached out his tongue, and slowly licked that cum covered paw. While Zane's hands looked a lot like lion paws, they lacked fur- but each lick of Mufasa's sandpaper tongue changed that- the fur matched Zane's skin color quite well, so it was hard to actually see, but it could definitely be felt. Mufasa eventually let him go, but only after Zane had a furry clean lion paw. Mufasa then went right down to Zane's feet, held him down by the ankles, and licked him down there.

Zane rose up his other paw and looked at the two side by side. The two paws looked identical, except the one Mufasa licked had more fur- but fur like a lioness. Zane didn't have a mirror to look at, but he imagined his ears looked like a lioness too. He really was becoming Mufasa's queen, and unless he could escape, he was going to change fully. "You can't even give me another chance?!" Zane shouted as he pulled and pushed his feet in Mufasa's grasp. He stared down at that hairy mane as he felt the tickling sensations on his feet- and while he couldn't see his feet changing, he could definitely feel it. He could feel that big toe sinking away, while the rest of the toes widened out into paws. He could feel paw pads form, while short fur grew where the paw pads wasn't. What made it even worse was that he was turned on by it all. He wasn't hard, but he felt wet between his legs. He couldn't see between his legs, but when he reached a paw down there curiously, he gasped- and knew why then and there. He wasn't technically a he anymore, and it only took him until just now to realize it.

"I COULD." Mufasa pulled back and revealed that Zane now had two lion feet- completely covered in fur. The feet were just a bit bigger and thicker than normal lions feet- a mix of human and lion- and a little smaller than Mufasa's. "However, you're quite fat and out of shape now. I bet you couldn't even get out of this room without running out of breath. It'd be easier just to finish changing you here and now." Mufasa gently let up on his grasp. "...but it would be funny to see you try."

Zane shot Mufasa a glare. The two were just about equally as fat, there was no way Zane was more out of shape than Mufasa- plus Mufasa was clearly strong, strong enough to keep Zane pinned down pathetically easily. Still, when he felt Mufasa's grasp weaken, he pulled away from him, and put those paw pads on the floor. Walking felt strange- his feet were much longer. He walked on his paw pads, while the rest of his foot arched higher up. Step after step, Zane walked to his bedroom door. He found that, with every step he took, the next one felt just a bit harder to take. By the time he got to the door, he leaned against the door itself, and panted heavily. There was no way he was THIS out of shape! "Y-you...lions are in...they should be in very good shape...you can't leave me like this." Zane spoke, too exhausted to even turn his head to Mufasa, he couldn't believe in less than ten steps that he was already so exhausted.

"You're my queen. Your job isn't to get up at all! Your body is already developed that way." Mufasa replied with a grin. "Your job is to sit, eat, sleep, with the occasional belch, and fart...oh and maybe get pregnant."

"P-pregnant?!" Zane's eyes widened. He couldn't hold himself up by the door anymore and fell to the carpeted floor with a gentle thud. The moment his belly hit the floor, he let loose a fart against his will right there- a long loud fart- one that felt to Zane like more than just gas left him. As the long fart let loose from his ass, he felt that ass of his take a more heart shape appearance. In fact, his hips widened out a bit, and he could feel his chest pulse and grow underneath him too, not all with fat either. Zane turned over with his back on the ground, and he noticed boobs- full grown boobs. His body looked much more feminine too, a large fat female, but a feminine appearance. He no longer felt right calling himself a ‘he' after he finally finished that fart; he had a good C cup chest, womanly curves, a large rear, and a thick gut. He was unmistakably a fat she, even if his face was still a bit more manly than the rest of his body.

"There's a good queen." Mufasa then sat down on Zane's bed and spread his hairy legs. He happily let loose a ‘pfffrrtt' from his ass in Zane's direction. "Now, why don't you come here, and show your king a good time?"

Zane turned to Mufasa with a disgusted look. Still, he couldn't help but stare, not at Mufasa's face, but his crotch. He could make out the red hairs that stuck out of Mufasa's tight underwear- so tight he could make out the bulge underneath. It didn't look quite like a lion's cock- at least, it wasn't in the proper position of a lion's cock, it was positioned more like a human's cock, but Zane couldn't tell what kind of cock was underneath. He walked closer to Mufasa step by step until he was right at the edge of the bed, his eyes on Mufasa's crotch. "But I...I..." he couldn't even think of any proper words to say- what COULD he say?

"Don't say anything." Mufasa said quietly as he kept those legs spread. His large lion feet spread outward, but he bent those knees, and rubbed his feet against Zane's sides. "Just let your tongue do the talking...and stop referring to yourself as a he." He instructed Zane. Sure, Zane was going to be a queen, and a queen had about as much equal footing as a king, but Mufasa was still superior in strength, size, and likely intelligence.

Zane grimaced slightly as she felt Mufasa's feet. She paused when she could only refer to herself as a she- but it made sense...she didn't have the body of a male; she had the body of a fat female. Zane tried to ignore Mufasa's dirty paws, and instead she crawled on the bed. She reached down to Mufasa's underwear, and slowly pulled them off. Underneath, she saw a cock that looked like it was positioned like a human cock, except there were two differences. The first obvious difference was the size of that cock. While not outright giant, it was certainly large- a little bit bigger than a foot, the sheer fact the underwear held a cock that size so well, was nothing short of amazing.

The second was the cock shape- it was feline with barbs, a lion cock. Zane couldn't believe the sight of the thing- and what was worse that she felt so aroused by it. The cock looked half erect the way it turned upward the moment it was free too- and Zane could make out the musky smell that emitted from underneath. She should have been disgusted, but instead, she found herself not minding it as much as she should have.

Mufasa let out a happy sigh when his cock was exposed. He leaned back with his paws behind his head, and watched Zane with a grin. "You know you want to. It's what a queen does, she pleasures a king, and a king pleasures her in return." He belched loudly right after that, and he scratched his hairy chest idly before he put that paw back behind his head. "I'm giving you a great honor here too. There are a ton of lions who would love to suck my cock."

Zane wanted to tell Mufasa to go get those lions instead, she wanted to tell him to just go suck himself off- dogs could do it, couldn't cats do that as well? Instead, she found her head lean down towards that cock- and she let out an involuntary belch in response to Mufasa's- her hot breath landed right on that twitching cock of Mufasa's. She slowly stuck out her tongue, and licked that shaft. The barbed feline cock was surprisingly painless- it just felt like she licked bumpy, salty, skin- but she couldn't deny the pleasure it brought to her body, enough to make her quiver lightly. She found her next lick was a bit slower, not because she wanted it to be, but because her tongue started to take a sandpaper texture, which made licking a bit harder, but the tongue was also getting larger, so it covered more of that cock too.

Mufasa flashed his fangs down at Zane. He reached down and slowly stroked her head. With each stroke Mufasa did with his thick paws, a bit more of Zane's hair fell from her head. It didn't leave her completely bald- but rather with fur that resembled his skin color on top of his head instead. Mufasa's paws gently stroked Zane's forehead and his cheeks. Every stroke made Zane look more like a lioness, and less like a human.

Zane felt her head shift with each stroke of Mufasa's paw, yet she couldn't let up from that barbed cock. She felt her cheeks fluff out, and the hair on her head fall from her head, and fade into nothingness. She went cross-eyed just long enough to see her nose and mouth extend into a short muzzle- and when her tongue left Mufasa's cock, she felt various sharp teeth in her mouth instead. She glanced over at a desk mirror, and saw her face looked just like a lioness's- except the eyes were still normal human ones. "This...this is..." she was at a loss for words. At least her voice still sounded deep and human, but now it just made her feel weird that it did when the rest of her was female. Her face didn't quite look the same age as she remembered though. She saw a bit of darkness underneath her eyes, and a hint of sagginess too, as if her face was older than the rest of her body. She turned back to Mufasa, and moved her head away from that cock. She could still taste it, and she was both disgusted, and aroused. "T-that's enough...fix me now." She had so many mixed emotions. Licking Mufasa's cock was definitely pleasurable, but at the same time, she couldn't stop asking herself why she did it in the first place.

Mufasa sat up, and gave her a firm hug. By now, that feline cock between his legs was more than aroused and eager. "Of course, let's get you nice and fixed right up." While he held Zane, he pulled her down onto the bed, and pushed that feline cock up against her thighs. Mufasa already had his underwear pulled down, and Zane had his pulled off earlier too. "Just need a little humping..." Mufasa pushed his face on Zane's neck, and gave it a nice, slow lick.

Zane knew what was coming next. Sure, fucking Mufasa might have been a dream come true to some people, but it was the last thing she had on her mind- she didn't like ‘The Lion King' THAT much. She reached up her paws and tried to pull back, but her strength felt pathetic, she was feeling exhausted even just after that. She couldn't help herself but let out a long fart from her rear, inches away from Mufasa's cock. "I can't...I shouldn't..." she spoke, now with a voice that sounded more and more like Sarabi's with every word, until she finally said "Stop..." and she sounded just like her.

"You're right..." Mufasa said quietly, with a soft belch onto her now furry, but at the same time smooth neck. "Enough with the foreplay...let's get right to the good part." Mufasa, while still holding Zane tightly, slowly pushed his feline cock into that new cunt of hers.

Zane moaned quietly. A long quiet fart escaped from her ass as she felt that cock push in. She had heard of feline sex being painful, but this was anything but. That cock slipped in painlessly, and it fit her like a glove. "D-don...don..." she could barely even speak with Sarabi's voice. She closed her eyes and shivered in pleasure, all while she felt fur tickle as it formed more and more on her crotch, her legs, everywhere on her body. She already had the physical look of Sarabi, it was a matter of growing fur- and her chest, but she could feel her tits grow in with that cock inside of her, she felt more and more whole by the second with that shaft.

Mufasa smiled up at Zane. He pulled her into a hug while he slowly moved his cock up and down. "Come on Sarabi," Mufasa spoke with a soft belch. "Admit it, you love it and you know it."

Zane wanted to deny it, he swore that Mufasa or she would have purred if lions could have, but she could already sense his pleasure, and she knew her pleasure- their fat guts rubbed together, and as Zane's tits grew out, they softly pressed against Mufasa's moobs. What did he call her- Sarabi? She wasn't Sarabi and she knew it. "I'm...I'm not..." she whimpered, if only due to how much pleasure her body had. She could feel a long tail slowly grow out of her expanding furry rear. She didn't look, but she knew her body was covered in lioness fur by now, and with that tail, she must have been a lioness anthro, a fat one, but she dared not open her eyes.

Mufasa continued humping her again and again. "Open your eyes Sarabi, take a look at yourself, see that the human in you is gone, and all that is left, is my big beautiful fat gassy queen Sarabi." He said quietly, while he still held her against his hairy, fuzzy chest, and continued to slowly hump and pump that feline cock in her now feline cunt.

Zane wanted to deny Mufasa that, but she knew she had to open her eyes sooner or later. She turned her head away and slowly opened her eyes and noticed a large mirror- when did THAT get here?! Regardless, she was able to see her reflection in its fullest. Her head looked just like Sarabi's- hairless, but plenty of fur with lion ears, and a short muzzle. From the neck down, she was an anthro lioness, one that looked older than what Zane remembered his previous age- she had good D cup tits that sagged just a bit from her age, and a large gut that wobbled side by side with Mufasa's. Her hands were lioness paws, and far less flexible than Mufasa's, and her feet were more identical to Mufasa's pawed feet. She had a long lioness tail, a fat ass, and then there was her cunt- it was hard to see, but she could feel it, and just how perfect of a fit she was for Mufasa. When Zane saw that full lioness on top of Mufasa, it took her a moment to realize that was her- the only thing different were her eyes were still human. Zane's mind slowly became more and more clouded as she felt an approaching orgasm though. "Sarabi...not..." she was getting confused- she was...she was someone else, wasn't she? But what was she before Sarabi? She used to be human, didn't she? But then why couldn't she remember it?

"Sarabi, my queen," Mufasa said as he kissed her fat cheek. He could feel his feline furry balls tense with pressure before he let out a soft roar, just slightly louder than talking. His cock came, pushing short bursts of seed directly into Sarabi's cunt.

Zane gasped and moaned a soft roar in return when she felt Mufasa's seed. She could no longer hold it in, and she reached her orgasm only moments after. She closed her eyes and felt the last bits of her humanity slip away. She wasn't Zane, she never could have been- she was Sarabi, Mufasa's queen. She reopened her eyes and showed now yellow lions eyes, and a faint smile came from her lips as she farted moments after her orgasm.

Months later...

Mufasa sat on the loveseat with Sarabi right next to her. The two were completely naked, and they watched a show about baboons. Mufasa reached over, and gently patted Sarabi's belly. "So...have you thought about a name?"

Sarabi smiled faintly at Mufasa before she glanced down at her belly- her belly was bloated, and it wasn't all just fat in there either. She was pregnant for quite a few months now, and she expected to give birth to cubs any day. "Well...I'm thinking we'll call him...Simba."