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You choose to welcome your new dragon overlord! You watch in awe as the massive dragon continues to grow, filling the room. His red wings arch up to the ceiling and his powerful tail whips around, clearing everything off of the floor. With claws as large as you, the dragon reaches down and pins you to the floor. He locks eyes with you and you hope that the Mystic inside could still recognize you.
“H-hey... buddy,” You say weakly, trying to stay on the dragon's good side, “Y-you're looking pretty good, huh! Nice and big!”
The dragon brings his head closer to you, turning to the side to look you in the face as if to say 'Go on...' You feel like Bilbo cowering in front of Smaug.
“You know, gold is a really good look for you,” You compliment the dragon, “It feels very... regal.” The dragon tilts his head and then with a grand flex of his wings he tears the roof off of your poor little hut, wood and debris raining down from above. Only then does the dragon life his paw off of your body. You suppose it was for your own protection. It's sad to see the hut in ruins, but the enormous dragon certainly wasn't going to be able to fit through the door. In fact, he looked even larger now, stretching his muscles outside of it's confined beginning. The dragon turns and begins to move away.
“Wait!” You call out, wanting to stay with your friend, “I can still help!”
The dragon doesn't even face you, but does turn to look back as if to say 'Yes...?'
“Broodmother Dragon!” You shout, knowing that Mystic would remember that particular Magic playing card. Before you know it, the dragon is face to face with you again, eagerly listening.
“I can brew a potion for you, I still have all the ingredients, and you can have your own brood of dragons!” The dragon's claws reach out and clasp around you, lifting you up and setting you down in front of your alchemy station. The message was clear: his proposal had been accepted. You clear the splinters of your broken hut off the table and get to work, knowing the dragon was probably short on patience.

The potion is finally complete, save for one ingredient. You set it down on the ground a safe distance away and the dragon looks at you expectantly.
“The final ingredient is essence of dragon fire so, if you don't mind, could I borrow some?” The dragon seems mildly annoyed at being drafted into the brewing process and reluctantly breathes a small burst of flame in the potion's direction, singeing the glass but finishing the recipe. The liquid inside is bright orange and red, like molten lava, but thankfully cooler to the touch. You pick it up and toss it into the dragon's wide maw where it vanishes in an instant.
For a moment nothing seems to happen. All of the changes would be internal, of course. But a subtle gurgling at first from the dragon's belly became hard to ignore. The scales rippled and undulated as changes took place deep inside but soon a noticeable paunch began to appear. The dragon's stance changed as his hips began to widen. Well, HER hips now, probably. Her turgid belly swung lower to the ground as it bulged from within. The potion would work by filling her to capacity- and she had a lot of capacity! To your surprise, it began to plow into the ground, lifting the dragon off her own legs. It would seem the potion was even more powerful than you thought!
With an exasperated sigh, the dragon collapsed to her side, her mountainous belly dwarfing the rest of her. Finally, after a bit of effort, the first egg rolled out. She guided the egg with her tail to rest in front of her strained stomach. And after that, the next egg. And the next. The ordeal would last most of the afternoon as the dragon spawned dozens of eggs, perhaps over a hundred. You admire the pile of eggs once she finishes. Each egg was a tall as you, and had a shimmering ruby red shell. You turn to Mystic.
“I'm going to be a father!” You say excitedly. The dragon rolls her eyes and gives you a polite nuzzle.