"Look, Mister is also pweggers!"

Gunnar coughed and spat out a fountain of beer, then looked at who just said that.
A little mouse girl stood there with a proud smile, still pointing at Gunnar's gut.
She held the hand of her mother who was as equally pregnant as embarrassed.
The mother looked like she wanted to disappear into the figurative mouse hole.
He then met the view of the said mother, who was now even more flustered.

"I...I... uh... am so sorry, Sir, she... ah... "
she stammered while her eyes rested at Gunnar's quite rotund, lower belly for a short moment.
She forced her view again up at his face, and with a short, uneasy expression, she hastily fled the scene, pulling the little one behind her.

Gunnar stood there, watched the mouse as she nearly ran away and felt offended and a bit caught.

He looked back at his lower taur body.
"I look like always. Dunno what rode the girl." he thought to himself and briskly emptied the rest of his beer.

"Pregnant. Pah. Should be old enough to know at least about that."
He mumbled to himself as he went back into the tent.

While he walked up to the counter he suddenly and very faintly felt his gut swaying. He brushed the thought away and ordered the next beer.

He watched the bartender filling the big stein. It seemed a new keg was opened, a lot of foam filled the glass and it took longer than usual.
Gunnar sat down his lower body.
Did his gut always press against his front legs?
He looked down, but there was nothing except for his colourful shirt. The buttons fought bravely to keep the round chub of his upper, fake belly contained, but this shirt has always been a snug fit.
He leaned a bit more forward to see his paws.
There was thick fur puffing out between his front legs. He tilted his head a bit to the side and looked down. His belly did press against his legs and bulged out pretty visibly.

"Hrmph. That's just because I am sitting.
Pregnant my ass."

The bartender put the now-ready beer on the counter, he paid and left the tent again to the little bistro table.

He couldn't help it and surreptitiously he eyed back at himself while walking. A mighty barrel swayed from side to side between his legs.
He swiftly turned away again, afraid someone could see him inspecting himself.
At the table, he took a deep gulp from the beer and sat down.
"Did I always spread my hind legs so far?" he thought as he looked down. Again.
Unconsciously he placed his hand on his upper belly and started rubbing it while he thought. Then he recognised how big it actually was.
"Damn man, you really got fat." He lifted it and let it pounce.

He started to grind his gears on when he lost it. Was it the beer?
Did he drink more than usual? Maybe. He tried to when the last time he skipped a Friday hunt.
He did that often when the last hunt was bigger than expected. Now he couldn't even .
What he ed was that incident at his company some weeks back.
He was working late and wanted to grab some water when this idiotic janitor had removed the empty water keg from the fountain but didn't bring a new one. He found him in his room, a very overweight hyena in his fifties. He asked him rather briskly to restock the fountain.

The guy told him he would do that in the morning.
"Go use to a tab."

This night Gunnar slept in his office. The fat janitor made his belly so heavy and bloated, that he didn't want to walk home anymore.

It was Tuesday, he contemplated, and he went for another catch that Friday anyway.

Once more he looked back at his belly. Yes, it was big. He lifted his butt and felt the weight, now very consciously.

"Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings"

He placed his back on the ground again and felt his belly cover his hind paws.
"Doesn't feel bad on the other hand and it looks so big and round!"
He rubbed over the bulging mass with one front paw and liked it.

After he downed the beer he walked around the fair a bit and enjoyed the new consciousness about his size and weight.
And got some snacks from the various food stands.