"Tired. Moody," he says. Ilima's a good sport, though, and he gets up, if slowly. He cradles his belly, standing at attention. His thighs are chunkier and he's almost voluptuous, though the belly he has hides most of his figure.

The second dosage has made him even wetter and him more responsive, and once he sees the toy, the moodiness disappears. He's excited, pressing up against the bars. "For me?" he asks, hopeful.