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... find the baby—the baby was still just a single sac of cells; nothing about it to distinguish it from a black and white picture of a fried egg. But Erin asked for pictures anyway: it was ‘her’ baby, after all. The lab tech was very clinical and seemed to have zero emotions about the baby, but she humored Erin and printed several pictures anyway. The tech asked Erin when her last period was and Erin said it ended around October 22nd or 23rd. I did the quick math and realized she was right at the peak of her most fertile point in her cycle on the 31st; she was probably ovulating as I was fucking her with my modified condom. The lab tech wrote the date down and calculated the due date based on the 22nd. Erin told her that she didn’t conceive until the 31st and the lab tech asked how she could be so certain. Erin said, “Because, on the 30th, I was a virgin and I didn’t have sex again after that; at least, not until after I already knew I was pregnant.” Even with the rock-solid testimony from Erin, the lab tech still used the 22nd as the date to go by; she was VERY clinical. Erin’s official due date was July 22nd, but we knew it would be closer to the end of July or even early August. We went home and the first thing Erin did was put our baby’s ‘picture’ up on the refrigerator with a magnet. It was really something else to go to the fridge and see the ultrasound of my baby being carried by my daughter. I could barely remember the thoughts of guilt and regret when I first ...

... discovered that Erin was the cat girl; when I discovered she was pregnant with my child. Those thoughts and feelings were gone; replaced by pride and joy. Erin and I continued our arrangements and things never got weird between us. We managed to keep the sex separate from the other aspects of our relationship. We never cuddled or became overly passionate. Sometimes while having sex we would kiss, but that was different. Once we were finished satisfying each other, kisses were to the cheek or the forehead like you would normally see in a father and daughter relationship. It was very complicated, yet elegantly simple too. Erin’s belly began to slowly expand as time went on and I was surprised at how it only increased how beautiful she was. I didn’t have a pregnancy fetish, but seeing her pregnant had an effect on me. Perhaps it was because she was carrying my baby, I don’t know. When she was 16 weeks along, we knew that we would be able to tell if we were having a boy or girl soon. Her stomach had expanded enough that most people could tell she was pregnant as opposed to just being overweight—all of her ‘extra weight’ was in her belly; the rest of her body was still her normal size. We waited until she was into her 19th week before getting another ultrasound done because we wanted to make sure they would be able to determine if the baby was a boy or girl. Almost as soon as the tech started searching, she had news for us. But it wasn’t the news we had gone to find out; this was ‘other ...