[Regifortis]

Tobias didn't quite realize it until now, but he had some mixed feelings about being treated like a pregnant bride. It was by his treasured King, so it was great and made sense, but he wasn't sure how to feel 'manly' in the same instance. Confidence wasn't an issue: he felt powerful being pregnant with however many whelps and eggs, yet still being strong and sane enough to direct his own fate. His voice wasn't an issue either: he sounded even more authoritative and proud than he did before. He was still muscular, bold, competitive, hairy in some places, and certainly horny. Yet he also felt weak and heavy in many senses of the words, looking to his mate more and more for guidance and support. None of this was bad, it was just...hard to define.

But he openly smiled and giggled a bit at his treasured doting on him, even now with something so simple as helping him put on this 'toga' thing. Tobias loved him so much, and he was so loved in return... Maybe he'd make sense of it after he gave birth. Whatever the case really was, worrying about how to present himself was more than a little silly right now.

He felt his treasured tie the knot firm while leaving fabric to billow below the round and overzealously jutting ball of stomach. Feeling vain and deciding not to fight it, he looked in a mirror. He certainly didn't look feminine, apart from the freed breast that sat peaceably on the midnight globe. He looked like a very fit yet very, very fat man in a sense. No, he looked like an extremely pregnant man. And just a bit of the fabric rode up before his very eyes as a small growth spurt expanded his belly out and up, pushing his tits higher. He chuckled and put his hands on his hips. "Romans looked like this, huh? Not bad."