[Regifortis]

Details from the dream returned to him easily. They had plenty of room in his head to stand out and connect together for the plans they would make together. Maybe his simple life was to thank for that: a man of little learning would have a lot to learn when given the chance. He kissed his King and rubbed over a mere stand-in for his true body, feeling how disciplined and burly he was and knowing full well how potent he was. This was the comparison for the kind of dragon he was, if not an understatement. He wanted to worship him all day...but he had to plan. He played with his lover's body, as his King did with his own, until he was ready to speak.

"You mentioned a machine...? To help me get around when I'm too big? I'd like to see it for myself before deciding anything. And for what you said about these..." Tobias cupped his now generous bosom. "I see what you mean about these hefty things making me work harder and get more from it. I can push through it, and I would..." He cupped his now significantly burdened stomach. "I would love to be strong enough to carry these guys around. I think that would be the ticket. I could lay in bed and be fed dragon cocks all day, but I'd like it to be by choice." He stroked his lover's mouth-watering shaft and head. "Maybe I wouldn't need to have my chest returned to pecs, but we could do that to watch them grow again. Just for fun."

Tobias slid back down to the bed and licked his King's virility, marveling in the number of whelps it must have made across time. "Speaking of fun...if it would please you best, my King, I'd like to learn a new way to worship you and all. In both forms. Or we could discuss the machine first. I'm willing to let my anticipation grow for an even greedier celebration of the king of dragons that impregnated me. Which would my mate like best?"