I stared at the smooth green flesh of the “Sultan” standing spread legged over me, the stout heavy triceratops anthro adorned regally with golden accouterments. The warmth of the lair making his hide glisten just a bit. His tail swaying slowly as he waits for my attention, as always..The smell of fresh flowers still in the air, freshly harvested, mixed with the anointment of oils applied to his flesh after each workout... the mixture of smells was intoxicating..

I swallowed slowly trying to blink away tears as I lifted my trembling hands, holding the well used tape measure to the saurians swollen middle, knowing all to well that it would be even wider today, and that wideness would explain why I woke up alone this morning rather than with … him... my fingers stroked the bulged green belly, feeling the hide, so thick so strong, the king was a marvel, and serving him had many perks, but at the end of the line, the life was a short one...and one that ended up serving him as more weight on his hips..Though I knew it couldn't be possible I could almost feel a kick from inside... My mouth dry I mouthed a few words then struggled to get them out, 69 inches sir, a fortutous number my liege...