6 Months later.

Standing in the kitchen you carefully work to prepare tonight's dinner. Revelling in the feeling of domestic bless you let one hand stray down to stroke at your swelling belly. Daddy is always telling you to take it easy these days, but secret or no, you want to do your part as Daddy's daughter-wife.

Hearing your phone beep you reach down into your apron and pick it up. It's Daddy checking up on you, asking if his baby-girl is okay. Typing out a quick reply, you decide to snap a quick selfie to go with it.

You look amazing. Your long black hair now reaches past your tight little ass and almost to your knees. Your large D-Cup breasts have responded well to the milk you have begun to produce and press out against the tiny, frilly white apron you are wearing. Your smooth skin is still a beautiful honey colour, but the swell of your stomach has grown very obvious, proudly displaying your commitment to your Daddy. Your large, green eyes and pouty lips complete the image of a sexy daughter-wife.

Sending the reply you smile to yourself as you resume cooking, gazing for a few moments at your wedding ring. You can only wear it around the house, but unless you're going to a class with mummy or to Daddy's doctor friend for a check up you don't have much reason to go anywhere else. Friends and partying were a thing of the past now, and you didn't miss them in the slightest. Like your mummy you have happily become a housewife, living for your Daddy, relishing in his love and looking forward to raising your children.

You are busy chopping onions when your phone pings again, a message from Daddy chastising you for being up and about, and instructing you to send him another picture.

Grinning you turn to the mirror to send him a fuller shot. 'Barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen' is a fitting descriptor for you, but it rather skips out on you only wearing a tiny apron and some lingerie. It's a fantasy that would ignite many men into uncontrollable lust, but you only care about Daddy's. Sending the picture off you resume your cooking, your legs rubbing together now as you do.

After all, you've been a bad girl disobeying Daddy. He should give you a REALLY good punishment when he comes home.