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h2.A Sundae Got Me Pregnant
The sun was shining brightly on that fateful day, and the air was filled with aroma of freshly bloomed flowers. I personally liked to lounge around and watch TV, but something about today felt different. However, nothing could have prepared for what was about to happen at the local diner, which was about to change my life forever.

All day, I was craving something cold and sweet. So, when I heard about this new sundae that everyone was hyping up, I just knew I had to try it. With my whiskers twitching in excitement, I entered the diner with my tail swishing excitedly behind me. The chime of the bell above the door signaled my arrival.

The cashier, a very friendly looking German Shepherd, greeted me with a smile. “Welcome! How may I help you?”

“I’d like one of those new sundae specials, please,” I responded, my voice coming off a bit more eager than I intended it to be.

The cashier nodded and began to scoop the creamy delight into a glass bowl, piling it high with whipped cream, sprinkles, and a big cherry on top. Just looking at it made my mouth water.

Once I was handed my sundae, I found a cozy booth in the corner of the diner and took a seat. The first mouthful was like heaven incarnate! It was the perfect mix of sweetness, coolness, and a hint of something… special. It was unlike any other sundae I had.

But, as I continued to indulge, I noticed this peculiar sensation in my stomach. It was tingling, growing more and more intense with every spoonful. At first, I thought it was just the sundae settling in my belly, but, when J looked down, I realized my belly was inflating like a balloon.

I started to panic as my belly grew larger and larger, stretching my clothes to their limits. The tingling grew stronger and stronger, so I had to set down my sundae. It was then the first kick from inside my belly, that reality hit me like a brick.

I was pregnant!?

But how? I didn’t have a partner, and I sure didn’t do anything that would lead to this! The only explanation I could think of was the sundae. It had to be! The thought was absurd, but as my belly continued to balloon in size, it was the only one that made the most sense…

With a mixture of fear and embarrassment, I waddled out of the diner, to my car, and drove over to the nearest hospital. The nurses and doctors couldn’t believe their eyes. They poked and prodded at my belly. With all the tests finished, they confirmed that I was now indeed pregnant.

“But how?” I asked in disbelief. “It’s impossible!”

The head doctor, a wise and old owl, peered at me with his piercing yellow eyes over his glasses. “Miss, it appears you have been the victim of a very peculiar case of Spontaneous Feline Fertilization. It’s incredibly rare, but it does happen.”

Rare? No… incredibly rare? That didn’t change the fact that my belly was now the size of a beach ball, and that there was life growing inside me. The medical staff assured me that the baby was healthy, and I would have to carry it to term.

Life since then has been very interesting. The stares, the whispers, the endless question about who the father is. I’ve had to explain multiple times that it was the sundae. As I expected, most people didn’t believe me. They thought it was just some bad cover up story I made up on the spot for my promiscuity.

I’ve had to adapt to this new lifestyle, of course. My once graceful movements are now more akin to a lumbering hippo’s… I can’t fit into my old clothes anymore, and now I spend even more time just lounging on the couch, trying not to think about how I’ll be stuck like this for possibly months.

The cravings have been all kinds of intense. However, nothing can compare to the joy of feeling my little one kick and squirm inside me. It’s a strange bond that I never knew existed, all because of a simple trip to a diner to get a sundae.

My due date is approaching, and I’m still not sure what to expect. Will it be a normal kitten? Will it be some kind of feline-sundae hybrid? I guess I’ll have to wait to find out…

Despite still holding this baby, maybe I should stop by that diner and ask for another sundae…