[Regifortis]

Tobias took his King's hand and encouraged him to trace even larger circles on his stomach, until he was rubbing large and decadent tracks along the swollen skin. "You tell me: you've had mates carry your young before. Or do you mean that I'm exceptionally big?" He loved that idea...He was so fertile, so well attended, so bafflingly bloated by seed yesterday that he couldn't help but grow and grow. Then again, that would mean they couldn't dawdle.

"I'd love to soak all my cares away here..." His voice trailed off lazily. "But you've made your point. My muscle can rebuild as we fly." He slapped his lover's impressive and round buttocks. "Perhaps that muscle will build with the rest of them...? Hmm? That's how it seems so far!"

He reached out for a hand to stand up. His limbs were a little too relaxed to handle the shift to bearing the full weight of his body. And, sure enough, his stomach felt heavier...he wondered when he would feel the little warriors moving around. But all in all, it was good that he soaked for that long, or he was sure he would feel too tense to move well.

"Let's go before I'm married to this spring! Or too big to fly!" He lightly smacked his stomach and let out a deep and resounding belly laugh. His voice seemed to project farther, too...a deeper baritone, and a stronger voice altogether. It seemed nothing about his transition into being a Mother of Dragons could displease him, at this rate!