My first mpreg commission from my friend and favorite artist on the subject,  white-ryce !

Here's a possibly canon, possibly not picture of my sona, Mike, all crammed full of kicky, squirmy, impatient goat kids. I thought I'd type up a short little thing to add to this, just for fun.

EDIT: Colored for me by  geckoguy123456789 ! Thanks a lot!
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Mike struggled an extra five minutes just to get out of his car without falling. Only once his hooves hit the pavement was he able to rest a moment and lean against the closed door, his belly already starting to weigh him down. He huffed, his hand hardly ever leaving its taut surface that was only disturbed by the kicks and punches of the kids inside. The parking lot was empty, for the moment, so he took the opportunity to pull up his stretched shirt and scratch the fur of his belly beneath it.

Taking as deep a breath as he could with a filled, kicking womb pressing against his lungs, Mike sat up and started the long trek all the way up the hill to his favorite burger shack. Of course, the incline was barely more than a gentle slope, but the effort of climbing it while in the third-trimester was almost insurmountable. He reached the clear door, panting audibly as his hungry triplets continued to impatiently kick with the not-quite-developed hooves of their own.

Instead of going straight inside, he shuffled to the side, where nobody could see him, and leaned against the wall to catch his breath and ease some weight from his sore legs. Mike wrapped his arms around his belly, already swollen enough with his husband's kids to fill his lap when he sat. Only if he sucked in a little could he touch his fingers together around his navel, but the triplets liked that least of all, so it usually led to an uncomfortable kicking fit.

“This isn't as fun as it used to be,” he said to the triplets, trailing a finger down his round belly. “You guys better not be over-due next month, okay?” While not really the talkative type, he'd taken up chatting to his unborn children once he learned they'd developed working ears. He wanted to make sure they knew his voice by the time they were born. With a deep sigh, Mike leaned his head against the wall and stared at the clouds, fighting to keep his eyes open with mid-afternoon sleepies. But even if he did feel tired enough to nap, the kids squirming in his middle didn't share his desire. With a gurgle of his stomach, he sighed. He was hungry, the kids were hungry, the least he could do was get the four of them a bite to eat somewhere he actually liked. Steeling his reslove against staring eyes, Mike took a deep breath, held it, and waddled uncomfortably inside.

“Welcome to SmashBurger!” called out the girl at the register, waving in his direction. Mike blushed, looking away. Her loud voice called the attention of every single customer within earshot to turn and glance in his direction. He could almost feel their gazes travel down to his gravid belly, visibly jostling with the movement of his nearly fully-grown kids. He gripped the edge of his shirt and tried to tug it down, to instinctively hide himself, but found that he couldn't. No matter how hard Mike tugged, the shirt left a little tuft of dark-red fur from his underbelly poking out from beneath. He swallowed, somehow even more embarrassed than before, and quietly clopped to the register, compulsively flapping his tail up and down.

“What can I get you?” the feline waitress asked, looking up expectantly.
“I...uh...” Mike stammered, a little overwhelmed at the options above, his head spinning. “Can I...Give me a second,” he said, holding up a finger and taking a physical menu from the holder on the wall. Leaning against the wall, while resting his arms atop his belly like a shelf, he scanned his eyes over the words, barely registering the world around him. One of the triplets began stomping a hoof against his uterine wall, and he slid his hand down his stomach to let them kick into his palm, instead.

“...Excuse me,” said a voice from his right. Mike jumped at the sudden appearance of a family of three chubby canines, standing awkwardly in line behind him. He glanced down and noticed that his stomach was blocking the way toward the register.
“O-Oh! Oh my gosh, I'm...I'm sorry, let me just...” Mike folded the menu under his arm and turned to the side, freeing up room for the other customers to move past him. When they didn't thank him politely for moving, he glanced up and glowered at them from behind.
I'm carrying as many people in my belly as your entire family, lady, he grumbled in his head. Give me a fucking break.

Mike sighed, still soured by the rudeness of the family, and quickly decided on what he wanted to keep from standing awkwardly in the way. Setting the menu back, he hefted his body up, with his hands holding up his belly from beneath, and shuffled to the register.

“Decide on something?” The waitress chirped, happily. Mike had to fight to keep from glowering back at her cheery demeanor. It wasn't her fault he was in a bad, hungry mood.
“I think so, yeah,” he said, letting one hand stay rubbing his belly to soothe the impatient kids while his other pointed at the top menu above the registers. “I want a Classic Smash and a Truffle Mushroom Swiss burger, both big patties, and a large order of SmashFries. And do you have any packets of honey mustard?” Mike added, feeling a sudden craving creep up his tongue.

“I'll see what I can do,” the waitress said. “Any drink?”
“Salted-caramel mlikshake,” Mike added, breathlessly.
“Aaaaalright, can do,” the waitress added, tallying up his total on the screen in front of the register.
“Thanks,” Mike nodded, fishing out his wallet from his back pocket. While he did, he leaned forward slightly and bumped his stomach against the register, pushing it forward slightly. “Oh, oh, shit, um, s-sorry.”

“It's fine,” the waitress said, taking Mike's card and swiping it. While the computer was busy approving the card, she glanced around the register at his belly, still looming over the counter. “Are you due soon?”
“Next month,” Mike nodded, answering a question he'd gotten every time he went out. It bothered him that he was pregnant enough that people didn't need to ask anymore to be able to tell, especially on a man.
“Oh woooow, that's really soon!” The waitress said, grinning. She reached forward, faster than Mike would have been able to move out of the way, and gave the broad surface of his belly a friendly pat. “You're about to pop already!”

“Yeah, sure,” Mike nodded, trying not to be too unfriendly.
“Aaaaalright, here you go!” the girl nodded, setting the card and reicpt atop his belly and giggling about it. He sighed quietly, going to take the card, but having it nearly kicked to the floor by one of his kids evidently floating upside-down in his belly. He caught it just before it fell and crammed it in his pocket as he went to sit down.

He waddled past tables of people, all of which glanced up to see him pass and cast a look at his stomach. He flipped his tail again, trying to find a booth at the far end of the restaurant. When he did, he sighed comfortably at the privacy, and sat down at the edge of the cushioned seat. But as he turned to slide in farther, the soft pudge around his belly bumped against the edge of the table. He tried again, only to find he was too big to fit into the booth. Mike tried pushing the table farther away, then the seat itself, and finally had to settle with pushing himself into the booth long-ways and leaning against the far wall with his legs stretched out on the seat. It was awkward, but it was a relief to get off his sore hooves. He leaned back and rested his arms on his belly, feeling the kids kick hungrily inside.

A different waitress came and found the number on his table. She must have been in the back when he came in, as her eyes widened at the sight of the heavily pregnant Mike crammed awkwardly into the booth. She blinked once, then glanced at the reciept in her hand.

“Classic Smash and Truffle Mushroom Swiss?” she asked.
“That's us...uh… that's me,” Mike said, trying not to draw even more awkward attention to his belly.
“And...a large Smashfry?” she added, realizing that the entire tray's worth of food was for him. “With a milkshake?”
“Y-yeah...” he sighed. He slid his arms down his belly. “I'm eating for four, actually.”
“Oh….okay...” the waitress said, pausing as she set down his meal. “...Enjoy...”

She quickly walked away, leaving the food just barely out of Mike's reach. He scooted forward, crawling with his fingers across the table, and slid the food closer to his corner of the booth so he could eat while reclined.
“Eh,” he shrugged, looking down at his belly as he patted its surface comfortingly, feeling his triplets inside. “Whatever. I'm too hungry to be embarrassed.” He pulled up his shirt and gave his belly-fur an affectionate rub. “This is my favorite place. I hope you like it as much as I do.”

Picking up the burger, Mike took an enormous bite, the first of many on the way to filling up the four hungry stomachs inside him.