[Regifortis]

"That's fer sure..." Tobias suddenly felt embarrassed speaking like his normal self, like he knew better words to use. Did he? He certainly felt smarter in this dream meadow. Wait, he was dreaming?! Well, how else did he end up here? Whatever. "I know you don't like me comparin' myself to critt-er, animals, but I have to say I feel like a prized brood mare! And I'm still a musclebound feller!" He rolled his biceps and tried to flex his pecs, but the motion merely made his newly developed tits push forward. "Well, for the most part. I was big fellow before, and now I'm one mean mother! Literally!"

He lightly slapped his stomach, feeling how solid it was now. "Gods, my King, you stuffed me somethin' fierce. I'll need to get stronger to lug this belly around. Speaking of...how am I supposed to do that, now? Er..." He looked to his body, still founded on muscle but softer and more obviously fecund. "...I don't reckon there's some magic for that, too? Or just a place I can exercise? I'm eager to read yer-your books, my father of dragons, but that can't keep me fit, now can it? ...Can it?"

Tobias shuddered at a particular well-placed lick on the back of his neck. "S-Sheesh, you know how to make a pregnant man feel good. And you would. Er, I do hope you like the name I picked for you." He accepted the kiss Darius gave him, exploring a tongue of ancient legend and eternal affection. "I knew a wood seller by the name of Darius, and he didn't treat me any different for bein' a little "light in the boots", as they say. It just seemed to fit, more importantly. And...actually, yes, that was the first place I ever heard a name of that sort. It stuck out to me. But I'm still gonna call you 'my King' more often than not, besides." He was silenced with a kiss, so he could only finish his thoughts with a soft, baritone moan into his King's mouth.