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The Doggy and his Catboyfriend

It took several days until Jayce finally reached the point where he just needed the baby to be born. He was swollen, exhausted, and so done with everything. His mother stayed by his side, helping him with breathing exercises, movements,anything to get him ready. 

Viktor, on the other hand, had a whole list prepared: bags packed with Jayce’s clothes, towels, snaks? The car ready, a stopwatch, even the belief that he would somehow know the exact moment their baby was coming. 

Jayce was anxious, torn between pressure and desperation. One evening, he secretly made himself some warm, sweet milk without telling Viktor. 

While standing there, he suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure on his bladder… and then the wetness running down his legs. 

“Oh.” That was all he managed to say before calling for Viktor. 

Viktor practically lost his mind on the road, rushing them to the hospital in record time. He demanded a wheelchair the moment they arrived, even though Jayce didn’t feel like he needed one. He wasn’t even in pain yet—just oddly calm. 

“How are you feeling?” someone asked. 

Jayce had no idea how to answer. All he felt was the dampness between his legs, but nothing new or alarming. 

The hours dragged on, with nurses and doctors checking in, while Viktor never left his side. And then, in an instant, it went from nothing… to everything. 

 Pain.  

Really pain.  

A kind of pain so raw it felt like his body was splitting apart. Everything hurt, even the strands of his hair. Everything hurt, even the tips of her hair. Jayce trembled as a chorus of voices urged him to push, even his own body asking for it, and He do, again and again but the pain are more harder for anything, he feel cant do more, though he tried, it felt impossible. 

“I can’t… I can’t…” he cried, tears streaming down his face.  

“Jayce, just a little more, you can do this” Viktor’s voice was steady, warm, as he pressed a kiss to his forehead. 

With one final push, Jayce heard it—the cry. Relief flooded him, exhaustion crashing in right after. He was too tired to even open his eyes, just letting himself collapse into the bed. Around him, he heard the sounds of movement, felt gentle hands wiping his face, soft kisses breaking through the haze. 

And then…something small and warm was placed into his arms. Instinctively, Jayce held on as if his life depended on it. Forcing his eyes open, he finally saw.  

“Hey little one, I’m your papa” His voice cracked, but a smile broke through his tears as he looked at his baby girl.  

“She’s beautifull” Viktor whispered as he leaned closer to see her. 

“And this,” Jayce added softly, guiding the tiny hand that who clung tightly his much larger finger to Viktor hand “Is your dad, We’ve been waiting for you.” 

Viktor looked proud, radiantly proud. The resemblance was undeniable: she was his exact copy, except for her skin, which was unmistakably Jayce’s. They didn’t need any kind of proof; it was obvious she was their daughter. Viktor gently stroked Jayce’s hand and kissed it, his heart overflowing with happiness; A silent thank you to Jayce for everything he had endured to bring their little girl into the world. 

“Miss Ximena is waiting to see her granddaughter” Viktor whispered between soft kisses to Jayce. 

“I’m still so tired…” Jayce murmured. 

“Then sleep, lásko. I’ll take care of you both.” Jayce simply nodded, carefully placing the baby in Viktor’s arms. He knew Viktor would protect her while he tried to recover, though his body was still trembling with pain. 

It was a couple of months ago when Jayce got really sick, right before the trip. Viktor was disappointed, he wasn't exactly a fan of traveling to this conference alone, but it was an important project. Years of work depended on it. In the end, Viktor asked Mel for help getting through the long days, while he kept calling and texting Jayce to check in about all the moves, decisions, and progress between the presentations, and obviously worried about his partner's health too. 

Almost every day, there was a call or a text. Any update, any little thing, no matter how banal it may be. Viktor made sure to keep in  contact with Jayce. Until about four weeks ago. 

Everything  going perfectly, even a bit surreal. Viktor gotten a rare compliment from Mel, who never handed those out easily. He was going to be home soon, so all he had to do was keep calling Jayce. But this time, Jayce wasn't answering. Three days with no response. Viktor tried not to overthink it, but deep down he knew he should've saved Cait's number for situations like this. And the ohter hand He really didn't want to worry Ximena. 

Later, Jayce finally responded with a text saying he'd gotten sick again. But his replies kept taking longer and longer, always with excuses about losing signal, low battery, or misplacing his phone. Viktor didn't push, but it was clear something was off. His last text was just to let Jayce know he'd be arriving soon at the apartment they shared. 

Viktor had arrived with the sole intention of going straight to bed. He was exhausted, stressed, and undeniably angry at Jayce for avoiding him for days. But he hadn’t expected this—news so shocking, so completely unexpected. And even more so, seeing how emotional Jayce was. 

“I didn’t mean to…” Viktor's gentle voice break the silent while see Jayce eyes shimmering with tears. Viktor cautiously reached out, brushing them away as his fingertips lingered on Jayce’s cheekbones, caressing gently to calm him down. 

“Is this why you haven’t been answering my calls?” Viktor asked softly. 

“I wanted to tell you face-to-face,” Jayce whispered, leaning into Viktor’s long fingers, melting into the comfort of his touch. 

“You’d told me sooner. I’ve come back right away.” 

Viktor’s voice trembled as his hand hesitated near Jayce’s stomach. Jayce, without a word, took that hand and guided it to rest against his rounded belly. Viktor’s eyes widened in shock as he felt the subtle movement beneath his palm. 

“She’s happy to see you,” Jayce murmured with a small, tender smile—one that Viktor instinctively mirrored. 

“She…? Jayce, this is wonderful.” 

It’s difficult to know what came first or what the first sign of all. Maybe it started when he couldn’t stop eating everything he saw a obsessive hunger. That strange need to eat so many sweet things and the way Cait start teasing him, calling him “Chubby Snuggling” when Jayce’s t-shirt began to show more of his lower stomach, no longer worked and defined. Jayce thought it was just a phase, he only needed less sugar cakes and a harder gym sessions with Vi. Nothing to worry about… easier said than done. 

Jayce couldn’t stop feeling hungry, more like an impulsive desire he couldn’t control. Sweet things became his daily priority. The real hit came earlier, in the middle of dinner, when he suddenly felt nauseous, the horrifying feeling of throwing up everything he had eaten that day, maybe even for months. A severe headache drilled into his brain. Jayce couldn’t think, couldn’t understand what was happening to him. Maybe it was a strange virus making him so sick, or maybe something he had eaten. 

However, the day he went out with the girls, it all turned into jokes. Cait kept teasing him about how much weight he had gained so quickly in just one week, and Vi laughed even harder. But then Vi said something at the end of the nigh that stuck in Jayce’s mind: “This would be funny if you are pregnant.” 

If he was honest, the idea sounded terrifying in that moment, not funny. That was the only answer Jayce gave to Vi. But when he returned to his apartment, the truth hit him like a meteorite. Anxiety burned in him like a fever, desperate to find a way to end all these strange symptoms, to put an end to the madness. 

He ran as fast as he could to the nearest pharmacy. More medicine might help him rest, but what he really needed was a test. He had never in his life thought about or understood how those things worked; pregnancy had never even crossed his mind. Jayce only ever thought about his science projects—pushing forward to make his dreams come true, to create a better world with all the ideas he had to improve it. 

This time the world need waiting, his more talente scientist is in a crisis now. 

Before Jayce read instructions, repeatedly, take the prenacy test and waiting. 

The most hateful time in life is waiting for be sure if this really happened rigth now, Jayce feel like is  inside of a dream where dont cant wake up until the end. Sigh so harder until his phone mark the time. 

Two mark. 

Shit 

He knows what it mean. 

Jayce aspiring to great things in life, but no surr if parenthood is one of these. What suppost to do now? The only things he knows about kids is care about Cait, She is like a little sister. 

And rigth. 

Jayce need call Cait and telling her, He is need to lisent what Cait think about this, maybe making this more real. 

“Hey spourt” 

“Jayce? What happened? Forgot something for today?” 

“This more about was talking , in especial about how much bigger I’ve gotten lately” 

“Alrigth, maybe I went a bit  overboard  teasing you” 

Jayce was feeling very scared, not sure what he was supposed to do. It was even harder to say it out loud. 

“Cait… I’m pregnant.” 

The long silence echoed in the room. 

Jayce stayed there for a while, waiting for an answer, watching Cait’s expression change four different times in just a few seconds. Finally, she just said: 

“Oh… that explains a lot.” 

Jayce sighed, not realizing he had been holding his breath. 

“Well… what do you think?” 

“This is new to me,” he replied quickly. “I don’t know.” He rubbed his eyebrows, as he always did when he was frustrated. 

“Jayce, let me tell you this. If you don’t want to be a father, it’s okay. But if you do want this child… well, I don’t think you’d be a terrible father at all.” She smiled, trying to make things easier. Jayce knew he could always rely on her. 

“I’ll think about it. Meanwhile… stop calling me chubby ball if you don’t want to pay for my favorite cake.” 

The joke made them both laugh. 

He wasn’t sure what was waiting for  that new change in his life. Cait looked very interested in getting more answers, but for now it was enough just to make sure Jayce stayed calm and chose the best way to face this news. 

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Day 1: Monsterfuck

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Day 2: MageViktor

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Day 3: Size diference

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Day 4: Lingerine

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Day 5: Breeding + Mindfuck

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Day 6: Choking

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Day 7: Freeday

Jayce almost cried when he saw the decorations at his mother’s house. The gifts, the girls clapping and yelling congratulations for being a future father… Maybe the pregnancy hormones were to blame for making him feel so emotional. He just hugged everybody in the room, crying and laughing at the same time, and ate his favorite cake that Cait and Vi had prepared for him. 

Jinx said he needed to be prepared to make a nice place for the baby. All the presents were baby clothes, blankets, toys, and important items to take care of the little one. Jayce really appreciated all of these gifts. He’d been so stressed by the news, by the changes in his body, and with so many things on his mind that he had almost forgotten the most valuable thing: he could always count on his family’s support, no matter what. 

Ximena filled him with kisses, thanking him for making her a proud grandmother. Jayce hadn’t expected her to be so happy about this, but the acceptance he received was overwhelming in the best way. 

At the end of the party, Jayce stayed talking with his mother about how difficult he had been as a child—such a curious little boy, eager to discover how things worked, always wanting to help with everything around the house, always helpful but never knowing when to stop asking questions or saying no. Jayce laughed at the memories; he didn’t recall much of it, but he was sure he’d always be grateful for everything his mother had done for him. 

“I’m sure you’re going to have a busy time with that little one,” Ximena smiled. 

“I'm little nervous,” Jayce confessed 

“Oh, my dear, I know it can be hard, but you’ll do very well.” His mother patted his shoulder affectionately. “This little gift will be filled with pure love.” She began to carefully and lovingly touch his belly, humming softly concentration. 

“Thanks, Mom.” Jayce repeated the touch, feeling inside as the baby restlessly acknowledged it. 

“Oh… almost forgot.” Ximena pulled out another bag and began taking out some particularly familiar clothes. “You need to take this.” 

Jayce’s eyes lit up—it was his baby clothes. His mother was handing them to him, almost like a precious family heirloom. 

“Wow, some of theses are mostly bigger ones” Jayce said, looked at the three pajamas—the only ones that were still small. Not that small, but compared to the others, which were pretty big for a baby, they definitely looked tiny. 

“You was a big one, honey and you grew up so fast,” Ximena giggled softly. 

“This means so much to me.” 

“This is an important time,” Ximena encouraged. “But now, tell me… did you tell him?” 

“Uhmm… I…” Jayce lowered his gaze. “I figured… I can’t say it in a call or a text message. I’m just waiting for him to come back to the city so I can talk about the news in person.” He began to caress his belly, noticing closely how much it had grown. 

“I understand, son, but you need to be clear with him. You can’t hide this forever, and you’ve already decided to take this responsibility for yourself.” 

“I know…” he sighed. 

“I’m sure everything will be fine.” Ximena caressed her son’s cheek to reassure him. Even though he was already a future father, he would always be her little one. 

Jayce nodded happily. They both continued sorting through the gifts and organizing them. Soon Jayce would take them back to the small apartment he shared.