Erika heard the front door open and someone walking into the house. From the sounds of the shoes on the hallway floor, Erika realized it was her Dad.
"Oh no!" she whispered. She looked down at her completely exposed pregnant belly and breasts and suddenly felt very exposed. She threw off her buttonless blouse and ransacked a drawer for something that would fit. She found a plain white shirt that was always a little large on her that she never used except to sleep in. Attempting to throw it on, she was disappointed to find it now felt very snug and uncomfortably tight, it didn't really quite fit her. The sensation of her breasts being constricted by the fabric caught her off guard, and her sensitive nipples rubbing against the inside of the shirt gave her a shiver. Two small wet spots appeared on her shirt. She idly tugged the shirt's waistline, but couldn't get it to reach past her belly button. At least her breasts and most of her belly were covered, but that would only reduce the embarrassment she was about to feel once her Father entered the room. So she decided to forgo the short as it was really quite uncomfortable.
"Erika?" her Father called. It sounded like he was coming up the stairs. Erika braced herself for the inevitable shock and disgust of a worried Fathet. "Erika...oh!"
Erika couldn't bring herself to even look at her dad, so she kept her head lowered. "Hi, dad," she said.
"You don't look well at all honey, You're so pale!" Her father knelt down in front of her, putting a hand to her chin and easing it up so they could make eye contact. When Erika saw her father's face, it didn't look like he was frightened or shocked at all. He wasn't even staring at her belly or breasts. "Honey, are you feeling okay? How's the baby? Can you still feel it kick?" Hhe put the back of his hand to Erika's forehead.
"Um...," Erika said. She certainly didn't expect this. But she knew it was best to play along until she could figure out why her dad was acting this way. "Yeah, it just kicked a minute ago. I feel fine, I guess."
"Here, lie down on the bed for a while." Her dad helped Erika climb onto the bed. Erika realized now just how heavy her womb and breasts were. She wondered how she was going to deal with them from now on, if she couldn't find a way back to normal. At the same time, she felt oddly stimulated by the concept of dealing with such a burden.
"You're finally lactating," her Father observed as Erika put her head down on the pillow. "Just having one of those days, huh? It reminds me of when ypur mother was pregnant with you, you were all sorts of trouble." He chuckled before standimg up and sliding a warm hand across Erika's cheek. "You're due at the doctor's tomorrow for a check-up, so I'm picking you up after school." Before leaving her father looked around the room, "We've really got to clean up this room and put your stuff together with mine in the Master bedroom. After all this room is going to be the baby's nursery. Now you just stay there and I'll be right back with some water." Her father left the room
After her mom left her alone, Erika lay face-up on her bed and rubbed her hands across her belly. She felt the baby stir, rippling the skin under her touch. She shivered again. What a fascinating sensation. She was carrying a living thing in her own body. Suddenly a world of responsibility set it self in front of her. She knew she had to protect it and make it grow to be big and healthy. That meant she had to take extra good care of herself, too. She became so lost in thought that her eyes closed and her arms dropped. Erika was pleasantly sleeping by the time her father returned, set a glass of ice water next to her bed, and gently draped a blanket over his daughter.