@Vexd  
Oh wow, that is nice. Glad I sorta helped to break a writer’s block.
 
There’s something just so lovely about having that much belly being danced around.

Alright people gather around, it’s story time
 
Cramped, sored, bloated. These are only a few of the many things Vinyl would describe herself as in this particular moment in her life. And now she had a new one to add to the list: Restless. Rolling over in her bed slightly, a violet eye cracked open at the neon blue display of her alarm clock. 5:02 am. With a groan, she officially dubbed sleep a lost cause and threw off her covers, exposing the culprit of her discomfort. Her midsection, once flat and slightly toned, was now a misshapen orb, thanks to its three dogpiled occupants.
 
While her pregnancy had been something of a surprise to her, she had initially taken it in stride. Still performing at clubs and parties until finally her doctor ordered her on bedrest once they had confirmed the baby count. She loved these three, even if she only really knew them through their movement, images on a screen, and the sound of their heartbeats. But despite her love, her physical state was a double edge sword. With the healthy size of her foals came sore legs and an increased difficulty getting out of a sitting or resting position. With an increased bust size came the need to buy new bras and the occasional sprung leak from the ‘milk taps”.
 
It would have been a bit more bearable, if the due date the doctor gave had been right. Yet, as unceremonious as the day came, it went by just as quick. Eager to “speed things along” she had begun looking up things that could jumpstart labor. Spicy food, castor oil, even a good ole rhomp was suggested. With not a lot of interest in the 3rd option, she experimented with an extra spicy burrito with a tablespoon of castor. She was rewarded with heartburn and fact that castor oil acts as a laxative for her troubles. Despite her best attempts, her children refused to leave the comfort of her womb. And so, here Vinyl laid. Eleven months pregnant, overdue, hot and bothered.  
“This sucks!” the fecund pony pouted, throwing a faux tantrum by flailing her arms on the mattress. All she succeeded in doing was waking up one of the foals who promptly delivered a kick to the upper part of her belly. Idly rubbing the afflicted region, she contemplated her predicament. At this point, she was stuck at home waiting for something that should have happened a week ago to kick in. She’d rather be at a club, in crowds, to the rhythm of the music. And like a bolt of lightning, it hit her. She knew what she could do. Snapping up from the bed, or about as quickly as someone her size could, she hoisted herself up and onto her feet and waddled to the closet. Among her usual wardrobe of clothes that stopped fitting about two sized ago, were a pair of custom headphones. Snatching up the accessory, the mare made her way to the living room.
 
The living room was rather tidy and simplistic for a pony of her personality, with a single couch, coffee table, and a TV stand with a large flat screen on top. Vinyl’s goal, however, was by the back wall. A full sized stereo system hooked up to a plethora of speakers. Her plan was simple; she was going to dance her kids out! And if she couldn’t go to the club to make that happen, she’d bring it to her! Or at least the sounds of it anyway. Normally, she’d just turn it on and crank the speakers to max, but 5 o clock in the morning ruled that option out on the account of potential angry neighbors banging down her door. So in came plan B, the headset. They could wirelessly sync up with the stereo, streaming the music directly to her ears and not the rest of neighborhood when she needed. Using the remote to switch on the sound system and flipped on her headset, waiting for the tunes to start.
 
(Insert your favorite music here, I used trance)
 
As the music started, Vinyl started slowly, tapping her hooves to the pulsing beat. As the rhythm picked up, she began to shake her hips as well, just like old times. Having to lean slightly on account of her shifted center of gravity, she braced her belly with her hand as she finally began to shuffle her whole body to the beat. She could feel her other two foals begin to wake up from the gyrations, join their sibling in what felt like a cross between a dance off and a tight packed mosh pit. But their mother paid no mind to the slight discomfort, she was in her element. The pulse, the rhythm of the music drowning out all else, all that was missing was the crowds and strobe lights.  
To anyone else looking in, they would have seen a pony, with a belly almost too big, bouncing around in their undies, wearing a bra one size too small, dancing to seemingly nothing while making goofy faces. But to that one pony, she was in bliss. Her own little nirvana she always found when the beat hit her ears.
 
She didn’t know how long she had danced, a few minutes, an hour, maybe two? Regardless, she was yanked from her dreamlike state and back to reality when her belly suddenly undulated and tightened. She froze as something inside her gave way and a torrent splashed between her and onto the floor.
 
Well, the plan worked. Just a bit too well.
 
“Aw crap”

@Zeyon  
Trust me, looking at some IRL pics you can get a pretty good average for how much space a baby takes up. Hell this is even likely a bit bigger than normal given that triplet pregnancies rarely hit 9 months given that the extra weight triggers labor early.

@MPL  
@soundtea  
I’ll take your word for it.

@Blissey1  
He said he just googled triplet pregnancy, I think I saw one or two images that might fit the bill.

@Blissey1
 
I am not sure you are ready for such information
 
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@MPL  
come on, you can’t tell us that and not show us the image in question

She looks cute when she’s pregnant!

@Zeyon
 
the image is directly modeled off of a full term triplet pregnancy reference image.

@Vexd  
I’d think she’s planning in it just jump starting regular contractions, then she can head to the hospital or birthing center with plenty of time to spare.
 
Although the other scenario is her being so lost in her dancing that the contractions when they hit are merely slightly pleasurable twinges that just make her dance more suggestively and revel in rubbing her tightening belly. She only snaps out of it when her waters explode all over the floor and her legs. and given that horses have at max 30 minutes from popping to birth…

The catch is the second the plan works is the second she has to play delivery for three sizable foals, at home, and potentially by herself

@Zeyon  
Try imagining it in 3d space, the foals would actually be pretty large, especially considering that humanoids in the womb are tucked in.

Pretty small for carrying 3 large foals, but smoking hot regardless.

Nice…nostrils?