One became two, then three, and as the meerkat gorged on his meal, changes began to sweep over his body. It began with him growing steadily taller, his short frame stretching out until he was looming over the tallest peak of the termite mound, barely noticing as he popped more of the little morsels into his mouth. As his height shuddered to a halt, his growth hardly skipped a beat; no longer growing up, his body instead grew out. Formerly lithe limbs swelled with raw strength, biceps rising up like mountains. His thin torso thickened into a sturdy midsection topped with mountainous pectorals, jutting out into a thick canyon of a chest. Even his legs had strengthened into two squat columns that carried his new weight, as his torso bulged, filling out into a thick, solid, barrel shape. Swelling up like a muscular balloon, his neck disappeared under swells of beef, and even his tail thickened enough to make alligators jealous. Timon didn't notice the change until the last termite had made its way into his stomach. Straightening himself up after polishing off the last morsel, he looked over his newly enlarged frame, running a hand over his solid boulder of a gut, every part of his body thick and hefty as an elephant. Everything seemed so small, and he felt so powerful, he tensed his powerful arms, grinning wide as his arm billowed in size. “Heh! Well, I’d like to hear Simba tell me about bugs not having enough protein now,” he smirked.