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Simba from Lion King in "Simba Warthog"

A fetish story, contains forced transformation (TG and TF), "romance", Weigh Gain, and very moderate descriptions of gross behavior.

Disclaimer: Assume this story takes in Alternative Universe where only the first movie happened. Also, everyone walks on two legs.

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Nala, Zazu, Timon, and Pumbaa watched with concern. In front of them, massive female pig in Nala's best (and now incredibly stretched) pink lingerie just emptied the dozenth bowl, food leftovers getting stuck between uncountable folds of fat, which jiggles like crazy every time she took another bowl. It wasn't a pretty thing to behold. The problem was they were staring at their king.

"Simba, could you... stop that?" asked Nala, trying to hide the disgust.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I'm nervous. And when I'm nervous, I eat," female warthog licked up gravy from her arm. "...at least from now on apparently."

She burped loudly, causing Nala and Zazu to turn green a little. Timon didn't react, his eyes glued to the biggest pair of knockers he has ever seen in his life. It was almost hypnotic.

As for Pumbaa...

"Hey, Simba has a point. We can't let such a good meal go to waste."

Male warthog moved to the table and began to consume. Seeing 'rival' to his food triggered something in Simba and he began to eat faster. Soon they booth crawled on the table, wiggling their huge asses at their friends.

Zazu fainted.

Pumbaa and Simba reached the center of the table, their snouts touched. Simba paled and looked up, at the coyly smiling Pumbaa. Their lips were centimeters from each other.

The main door opened and in this awkward position, they were greeted by Rafiki, mandrill shaman of the kingdom.

"Rafiki," sighed Nala with relief. "Thank goodness. Simba..."

"A-a-a. Miss Nala, this old monkey heard enough already," Rafiki sat in front of Simba. "Hmm, let's see."

Rafiki poked his belly. Then grabbed his cheeks and forced him into a kissy face. Finally, grabbed her boob and gave it a firm grope.

"Eek! Rafiki!" Simba turned red.

"Hush, my boy, concentrating." Rafiki started jiggling the boob, carefully counting each bounce.

"I'm so becoming shaman one day," whispered Timon.

"Done!" announced Rafiki, while slapping king's rump. Sarabi, Simba's mother walked in and along began to talk quietly with the old shaman.

"...guys. This situation starts to really creep me out," said still shocked Simba. "I know it's not like me... but can I get a hug?"

Simba hopes for the tender touch of Nala, but she still wouldn't get near him, for smell reasons alone. Instead, he felt bulky arms of Pumbaa, wrapping themselves around his waist. Followed by Timon jumping onto his tits.

Simba didn't feel any better.

Finally, Sarabi walked to her son.

"Well?"

"I'm sorry Simba... we don't know how to cure you." Sarabi looked down. "And that's not all."

"I talked to the council. The kingdom... it needs a strong ruler," she continued reluctantly. "After everyone saw you transform..."

"Mum?"

".... we think it will be best if you temporarily leave the Pride Rock."

* * * * *

Goodbyes were sad but short. With one exception.

"Come on, Timon, get out!"

"Five more minutes! Five more minutes!"

Ex-lion snarled annoyingly, trying to use his new unwieldy hooves to remove nimble meerkat from her rack, with Timon popping in and out everywhere like sort of first game of whack-a-mole.

Finally, Simba left his home. "Until they find a cure" he was assured, but no one knew how long this may take.

"Umm, Pumbaa?" asked Simba, after many hours of journey. "Where exactly are we going? And why only two of us?"

"Weeeeell, remember that jungle you grew up in?" Simba nodded. "We're going there, but place slightly changed since you've been there. Your mother thought it would be good for you."

The jungle appeared in front of their eyes. And it was filled with warthogs.

"My herd sorta moved in," Pumbaa smiled innocently and wrapped his arm around Simba. "Better make sure we don't get lost. Come on, I'll show you around."

Simba reluctantly accepted these terms. The presence of dozens of fat, sweaty pigs made him uncomfortable, even if he was now one of them. All the stares he was getting sure didn't help.

"On the right is a Great Mud Puddle, most popular swimming spot. In that hollow tree is where we store food, my personal favorite. My place is right behind it. It's a bit small for two, but I'm sure we can...."

Pumbaa stopped in mid-sentence. In front of them stood elderly female hog, supporting herself with a cane similar to one Rafiki owned.

"Newcomer!" she shouted, hitting her stick on the ground. Suddenly all the other warthogs went silent and encircled our heroes. "Pumba, you've got some explaining to do."

"Ugh, greetings High Elder," Pumbaa bowed before the old woman. "My, ummm, friend here needs a new home. Her name is Sim...Samba? Simone? Cindy? Wait, I know! It's..."

"Am I called Simba!" Simba confidently stepped forward. "Simba, the lion king from Pride Rock."

Just as he was taught, Simba made a dramatic pose, letting his word sink in for the crowd.

"....more like Queen of Pride Tits!," yelled someone from the ground, causing mass cackle.

Simba turned red, yet tried to remain calm and continued.

"... a former king, due to my current condition" he admitted."I came to requests for refuge among you... temporarily of course.

"Hmmm," The old pig walked closer to Simba and gave him stern look. She tapped his hips from both sides, checked his teeth, and finally grope his chest.

"Hey, stop it!" Simba turned from red to crimson. This was humiliating enough when Rafiki did it, without an army of male hogs starting lustfully at him "Haven't you heard what I said? I am the k..."

"What you are is a buxom warthog, with no other privileges than your own body!" interrupted High Elder. "You want to live among us? Then loose lion arrogance, respect our traditions, and accept your role!"

"I...I'm sorry, High Elder," humbled Simba lowered his head. "I wish to earn my place among you."

"Very well," quick smile passed through old warthog's face. "Wilbur!"

The largest and most muscled of warthogs stepped out and with a large grin grabbed Simba by his arm.

"W-what's going on? I didn't pass the test or something?"

"Quite the opposite, my dear," said High Elder with a satisfied smile. "In my whole life, I never seem more fertile ground than yours."

"... oh, god," yelped Sima, as large boar pulled her closer, snuggling ex-lion to his steel-like abs.

"If you want to stay with us, you need to become part of the herd. Wilbur is our greatest warrior, you should be honored."

"No, wait! I..." Simba stopped and squealed in disgust as Wilbur put his hoof on Simba's plump rump.

"... his seeds already gave great harvest in the past. I expect great numbers from you."

Simba was close to panic.

"High Elder, wait!" Pumbaa stepped forward. "You can't do this. Because she's... ummmm. She's already taken!"

"By whom?" asked the elder pig suspiciously.

Pumbaa hesitated only for a second, before falling on his knee.

"Simba, will you marry me?"

* * * * *

Simba would look back many times to this day and he still wouldn't be able to tell you how this happened. He stood in front of the altar wrapped in the white sheets that could be generously described as veil and dress, while Pumbaa wore nothing save for blue boxers. Simba didn't even remember how he got there or how the ceremony went.

He sure remembers the ending though.

"And now I pronounce you husband and wife," exclaimed High Elder. "May your offspring spread across the Pride Lands."

Pumbaa drew Simba into a deep passionate kiss. Taste of male warthog's lips finally "snapped out" Simba, but obviously, it was far too late.

The cheering crowd lifted a young couple in the air before throwing them to the Great Mud Puddle. Simba emerged gasping for air as other boars joining for the swim, trying to see who can make a bigger splash. Soon Simba was surrounded by dirt, farts, burps and of course, sweaty fat warthogs that were the source of all of it.

"Well, that went pretty well," smiled Pumbaa. "Right, Simba?"

THE END (almost)

Description

Simba from Lion King in "Simba Warthog"

A fetish story, contains forced transformation (TG and TF), "romance", Weigh Gain, and very moderate descriptions of gross behavior.

Disclaimer: Assume this story takes in Alternative Universe where only the first movie happened. Also, everyone walks on two legs.

* * * * * *

Nala, Zazu, Timon, and Pumbaa watched with concern. In front of them, massive female pig in Nala's best (and now incredibly stretched) pink lingerie just emptied the dozenth bowl, food leftovers getting stuck between uncountable folds of fat, which jiggles like crazy every time she took another bowl. It wasn't a pretty thing to behold. The problem was they were staring at their king.

"Simba, could you... stop that?" asked Nala, trying to hide the disgust.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I'm nervous. And when I'm nervous, I eat," female warthog licked up gravy from her arm. "...at least from now on apparently."

She burped loudly, causing Nala and Zazu to turn green a little. Timon didn't react, his eyes glued to the biggest pair of knockers he has ever seen in his life. It was almost hypnotic.

As for Pumbaa...

"Hey, Simba has a point. We can't let such a good meal go to waste."

Male warthog moved to the table and began to consume. Seeing 'rival' to his food triggered something in Simba and he began to eat faster. Soon they booth crawled on the table, wiggling their huge asses at their friends.

Zazu fainted.

Pumbaa and Simba reached the center of the table, their snouts touched. Simba paled and looked up, at the coyly smiling Pumbaa. Their lips were centimeters from each other.

The main door opened and in this awkward position, they were greeted by Rafiki, mandrill shaman of the kingdom.

"Rafiki," sighed Nala with relief. "Thank goodness. Simba..."

"A-a-a. Miss Nala, this old monkey heard enough already," Rafiki sat in front of Simba. "Hmm, let's see."

Rafiki poked his belly. Then grabbed his cheeks and forced him into a kissy face. Finally, grabbed her boob and gave it a firm grope.

"Eek! Rafiki!" Simba turned red.

"Hush, my boy, concentrating." Rafiki started jiggling the boob, carefully counting each bounce.

"I'm so becoming shaman one day," whispered Timon.

"Done!" announced Rafiki, while slapping king's rump. Sarabi, Simba's mother walked in and along began to talk quietly with the old shaman.

"...guys. This situation starts to really creep me out," said still shocked Simba. "I know it's not like me... but can I get a hug?"

Simba hopes for the tender touch of Nala, but she still wouldn't get near him, for smell reasons alone. Instead, he felt bulky arms of Pumbaa, wrapping themselves around his waist. Followed by Timon jumping onto his tits.

Simba didn't feel any better.

Finally, Sarabi walked to her son.

"Well?"

"I'm sorry Simba... we don't know how to cure you." Sarabi looked down. "And that's not all."

"I talked to the council. The kingdom... it needs a strong ruler," she continued reluctantly. "After everyone saw you transform..."

"Mum?"

".... we think it will be best if you temporarily leave the Pride Rock."

* * * * *

Goodbyes were sad but short. With one exception.

"Come on, Timon, get out!"

"Five more minutes! Five more minutes!"

Ex-lion snarled annoyingly, trying to use his new unwieldy hooves to remove nimble meerkat from her rack, with Timon popping in and out everywhere like sort of first game of whack-a-mole.

Finally, Simba left his home. "Until they find a cure" he was assured, but no one knew how long this may take.

"Umm, Pumbaa?" asked Simba, after many hours of journey. "Where exactly are we going? And why only two of us?"

"Weeeeell, remember that jungle you grew up in?" Simba nodded. "We're going there, but place slightly changed since you've been there. Your mother thought it would be good for you."

The jungle appeared in front of their eyes. And it was filled with warthogs.

"My herd sorta moved in," Pumbaa smiled innocently and wrapped his arm around Simba. "Better make sure we don't get lost. Come on, I'll show you around."

Simba reluctantly accepted these terms. The presence of dozens of fat, sweaty pigs made him uncomfortable, even if he was now one of them. All the stares he was getting sure didn't help.

"On the right is a Great Mud Puddle, most popular swimming spot. In that hollow tree is where we store food, my personal favorite. My place is right behind it. It's a bit small for two, but I'm sure we can...."

Pumbaa stopped in mid-sentence. In front of them stood elderly female hog, supporting herself with a cane similar to one Rafiki owned.

"Newcomer!" she shouted, hitting her stick on the ground. Suddenly all the other warthogs went silent and encircled our heroes. "Pumba, you've got some explaining to do."

"Ugh, greetings High Elder," Pumbaa bowed before the old woman. "My, ummm, friend here needs a new home. Her name is Sim...Samba? Simone? Cindy? Wait, I know! It's..."

"Am I called Simba!" Simba confidently stepped forward. "Simba, the lion king from Pride Rock."

Just as he was taught, Simba made a dramatic pose, letting his word sink in for the crowd.

"....more like Queen of Pride Tits!," yelled someone from the ground, causing mass cackle.

Simba turned red, yet tried to remain calm and continued.

"... a former king, due to my current condition" he admitted."I came to requests for refuge among you... temporarily of course.

"Hmmm," The old pig walked closer to Simba and gave him stern look. She tapped his hips from both sides, checked his teeth, and finally grope his chest.

"Hey, stop it!" Simba turned from red to crimson. This was humiliating enough when Rafiki did it, without an army of male hogs starting lustfully at him "Haven't you heard what I said? I am the k..."

"What you are is a buxom warthog, with no other privileges than your own body!" interrupted High Elder. "You want to live among us? Then loose lion arrogance, respect our traditions, and accept your role!"

"I...I'm sorry, High Elder," humbled Simba lowered his head. "I wish to earn my place among you."

"Very well," quick smile passed through old warthog's face. "Wilbur!"

The largest and most muscled of warthogs stepped out and with a large grin grabbed Simba by his arm.

"W-what's going on? I didn't pass the test or something?"

"Quite the opposite, my dear," said High Elder with a satisfied smile. "In my whole life, I never seem more fertile ground than yours."

"... oh, god," yelped Sima, as large boar pulled her closer, snuggling ex-lion to his steel-like abs.

"If you want to stay with us, you need to become part of the herd. Wilbur is our greatest warrior, you should be honored."

"No, wait! I..." Simba stopped and squealed in disgust as Wilbur put his hoof on Simba's plump rump.

"... his seeds already gave great harvest in the past. I expect great numbers from you."

Simba was close to panic.

"High Elder, wait!" Pumbaa stepped forward. "You can't do this. Because she's... ummmm. She's already taken!"

"By whom?" asked the elder pig suspiciously.

Pumbaa hesitated only for a second, before falling on his knee.

"Simba, will you marry me?"

* * * * *

Simba would look back many times to this day and he still wouldn't be able to tell you how this happened. He stood in front of the altar wrapped in the white sheets that could be generously described as veil and dress, while Pumbaa wore nothing save for blue boxers. Simba didn't even remember how he got there or how the ceremony went.

He sure remembers the ending though.

"And now I pronounce you husband and wife," exclaimed High Elder. "May your offspring spread across the Pride Lands."

Pumbaa drew Simba into a deep passionate kiss. Taste of male warthog's lips finally "snapped out" Simba, but obviously, it was far too late.

The cheering crowd lifted a young couple in the air before throwing them to the Great Mud Puddle. Simba emerged gasping for air as other boars joining for the swim, trying to see who can make a bigger splash. Soon Simba was surrounded by dirt, farts, burps and of course, sweaty fat warthogs that were the source of all of it.

"Well, that went pretty well," smiled Pumbaa. "Right, Simba?"

THE END (almost)