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And finally, we reach the due date. After 42 long weeks Pascal's belly had grown from a soft paunch to a swollen taut sphere, filled to the brim and tight as a drum. Despite this, the dog was still quite active. He had survived Cuda's repeated attempts to pop him just the week prior and was confident that if he could whether that storm he could go for the world record. And then, while carefully working a pole for all to see, and gloating about just how big he'd gotten... it all came crashing down. He felt a strange fluttering in his tummy just moments before a rather forceful gush left his rear, and he was left stunned as he realized birth was just around the corner.