It was getting late on a friday evening as Bron was finally able to sit down and take a load off for a bit.  The bull's weary eyes were glued to the computer screen as his fingers waltzed around a keyboard. Accuracy was key in his line of work and his sausage like digits were prone to typos with the diminutive buttons he had to work with. A quick buzz on his desk peeled his attention away from work long enough to see a text notification. Bron finished inputting patient information before saving the document and checking the mobile more closing. His oval ears drooped.
	"Another long day? Dinner's getting cold."
	A tired sigh jingled the gold band set in his wide sqaure snout as Bron Replied: "Sorry babe, just finishing up." Pending dots appeared below his response before transforming into a heartfelt message.
	"Then i'll see you soon, my big handsoime bull."
	The burly bovine did one final glance over his work before shutting down and pushing his reinforced chair away from his workplace to free a massive mound that's been resting between two well muscled, but chubby, thighs. Thick fingers snake under the hem of an ill fitting shirt to peel it up and expose that ample belly before a broad palm combed through the coarse ebony fur that insulates his precious cargo.
	"just one more week of this Remmy and you'll be able to go home to your family instead of to mine." The only response Bron got was a gentle squirm that bulged out his hide. it wasn't a confirmation by any means, just the one of many movements from a slumbering occupant. It was welcomed however. A sure sign that things were ok.
	Bron hauled his considerable mass up from the padded seat with a laborious grunt. He has carried the same patient for a week now and his belly never seems to become less cumbersome to manuever. Getting up was always a nuisance but once the front heavy bulk was balanced on top of two trunk like legs then having a lithe jaguar nestled in your pelvis wasn't too difficult. It was especially true for a quarter ton bull. After pulling his shirt back down as far as it could manage and adjusting his 'Endo-Recovery Personell' badge, Bron made his way out of the building with arcing circular steps as his bulging center led the way. The gravid bovine was nearly out the door when a shrill voice stopped him in his tracks.
	"Where do you think your going, Dr. LeMoy?! You have a patient to check out."
	Bron voiced his complaint with a groan, taking wide steps to maneuverhimself around to adress the elderly otter that appeared behind him. "Aw, C'mon Mary! My hooves are aching." A large hand reached up to rub his bulging side. "And my status hasn't changed."
	The aged mustalid wasn't swayed one bit as she wagged a finger at her hulking counterpart. "You know the rules! taking a patient home requires a physical exam from a second party to ensure the safety of both patient and care taker."
	Bron rebuttled, "Of course i know the rules Mary. I created the Endo-recovery Program."
	The otter sucked through her teeth with disaproval, "Does that make you an exception?"
	Burly shoulders slumped in defeat as a thick, horned skull shook side to side. the scolding tone drilling him softened to one of a caring mother.
	"Didn't think so! Now let Nana see how Mr. Swanson is doing in there..."
	The old woman wasted no time on invading the bull's personal space just like evert day prior. Boney phalanges hiked up the small shirt that's failing to cover his popped navel and peeled away the elastic waistband of his maternity pants to expose the full curvature of the artifical baby bump. Experienced hands gently roamed over the massive ebony globe of Bron's full womb to feel for herself how the patient was doing. An antique stethescope was draped over Mary's shoulders but the bull has yet to see her use it in the four years of working with the head of the maternity ward. Instead, she opted for a more personal method of placing an ear to the taut surface she was examining as she rambled off her findings.
	"We got ambilition, heart rate's good, no signs of discharges, blood ox is good based on the pink mucuous membranes of those tired eyes and the test i saw recorded on your file." The old otter offered an empathetic smile, their profession was very demanding and it starts to show at the end of a long week. Mary continued her scrutiny by pinching a roll of pudge nestled on Bron's hip. Apparently it wasn't big enough. "Is that wolf of yours feeding you properly? you have to be eating for two, you know."
	Bron just rolled his eyes and brushed off the fingers groping him. leave it to a Grandma to fret about proper consumption.
	"i assure you I'm eating too much." Broad palms found their way up to cradle the patient in question. "Mr. Swanson and I are up twenty pounds since induction. He might not be pleased if he comes out much more plump than when he went in. Plus I'm already up a maternity size...Again."
	It was a satisfactory answer for the concerned mustalid judging by how she backed off with a warm smile.
	"Alright, alright. Everything looks great as always Sugar Pie." The elderly woman proceded to cover the exposed mound as best as Bron's clothes allowed.  "Now get yourself home to rest those aching hooves and tell your Sweetie I said hello."
	Bron chuckled and offered Mary a little hug good- bye, a comical but heart warming sight given their major difference in height. "I can do that, Nana."
	The gentle giant was finally free to lumber out the doors but not before hearing that scolding tone once more. This time it was directed towards a heavily pregnant canine taur trying to sneak out next. By the size of her blimped belly it was obvious she was harboring multiple patients.
	"AHEM! Ms. Petrov..."