A rotund dragonkin

Even beneath his thick blue and gold tunic you could tell that Rodrick was easily over 600 pounds, which would've made him among some of the fattest men in your world but he still looked only a bit chubby when compared to your immense girth. His lapis scales were well polished to the point they shone softly in the morning light and his eyes were like sapphires set into a pair of golden orbs in their sockets. He had a bunch of clothes draped over his thick arm which were so large you mistook them for bedsheets at first. Along with the clothes he also had a small leather book tucked under his arm along with a silver tea-set skillfully being balanced in his other hand.

"Good morning, my Lord." he says formally as he lets himself into the room. Despite how heavy he is he carries it as if it were nothing, there isn't even a slight wobble in the platter he was balancing. He was always an astute and highly skilled individual and the most trusted of your servants. And, on night's you've both had just a bit too much to drink, one of your most passionate lovers.

"I hope you slept well; You've got quite a day ahead of you."

"Oh, I had the best sleep of my life." You respond, he doesn't seem to bat a scaly eye at the fact you're completely nude. His ivory claws tap against the wooden floor with every step he takes as he quickly sets the tea-set down on one of the tables by the fireplace, pours some of the hot amber liquid into a cup and hands it to you. It smells floral and slightly fruity, like apples and roses. You know it to be feastfruit tea, an effective pre-digestif that helps the stomach digest large amounts of food. He brings you a pot of it every morning to help prepare you for the grand feasts you enjoy daily. You make quick work of your tea as Rodrick arranges your clothes on the bed and turns to you, holding the largest pair of pants you've ever seen.

"Alright, let's get you dressed"

You set your empty teacup down and stand up to be dressed while Rodrick regales you with the morning's news.

"A herald came bearing the invoice from the dragons of the mountains for protecting the fields. This harvest they want 50 tons of meat, 70 tons of grain, 40 tons of fruit..."

You try to pay attention to what he's saying but just can't concentrate feeling his scaly hands run up and down your blubbery body as he pulls on fabric, does buttons and ties laces on you.

"...Furthermore the Duke of Hogfield arrived last night and wishes to speak with you today about something..."

More than that, you just can't get over the feeling of his belly pressing up against your own.

"...and your royal magician also wants to show you his latest discovery. Something about transmutation or something like that..."

You just want to see his huge draconic body stripped nude in your bed and feel it for yourself.

"...Then you have a dinner scheduled with the representatives from the tribes of the Orkwoods to discuss trade and hunting rights at 6 tolls of the evening bell."

Just the thought of it makes your buried cock spring to life and leak some pre in your silken pants.

"...After that, you'll be free to spend your night as you wish with your harem."

Before you know it, you're fully dressed in your luxurious golden silk clothes that accentuate your belly and ass wonderfully.

"Did you get all that, my Lord?" Rodrick asks, seeming not to notice the bedroom eyes you're giving him. You finally snap back to reality. "O-oh yes, of course! I'm just thinking about breakfast is all. I'm absolutely ravenous." You respond, hoping he doesn't call your bluff. You got the gist of most of it anyways.

"Of course, my Lord, when aren't you hungry?" he chuckles a bit "I could do with a bite to eat as well~" he smirks a bit and slaps his belly playfully, making it jiggle.