Floors first.

Better clean this up before showering. Don't want to clean yourself only to dirty yourself again. And blood hardens, right? So that's something to avoid. You pull out a bucket and some cleaner from beneath the sink, adding some water and then a cleaning rag from one of the drawers, then get on your knees and begin wiping up the blood.

You start in the kitchen, cleaning up the stray bit of cum and the pool of your juices as well. As you scrub, you feel a warmth in your tummy slowly growing larger. You get up and move over to the front door. As you bend down to clean that up, you can see a small bump on your belly already. By the time you stand up again, it's noticeably swollen. You climb the stairs and make toward the shower, but you have to stop in the hallway and lean against the wall as the child inside you begins to kick.

By now your stomach is so obviously pregnant you wouldn't be able to hide it with clothes even if you had them. When you reach the bathroom your belly finished its growth and the child is practically dancing inside you. You stagger to the tub and sit down in it, but don't have time to even think about turning on the water before labor pains start up. Kinda. What you had always thought would be painful actually feels quite pleasant. You can feel your body adjusting as it prepares to birth your daughter. She's pressing against your cervix now. Spreading your legs over the edges of the tub, you can only lean back and let your nature handle the rest.

Your body goes tense and a shudder passes through it, starting at your womb and traveling to every extremity. You can feel your deepest part stretching open, the tiny infant feeling very large as she exits you. Your body trembles as she slides into your passage. Finally your lips part wide and her head appears. With one great push you expel her from your body amidst a pool of fluid. Small shivers pass over you as the sensation of being stretched so far open lingers. That was childbirth. That was everything you had ever wanted. And it was even better than you had hoped.

You reach down and scoop up your new daughter, bringing her to your chest. She looks so much like her sire: black hair that you're sure will be straight like cascading water; a cute little nose; and big, blue eyes that sparkle like gemstones. "We need to get both of us cleaned up, huh," you coo gently. She opens her eyes and stares at you. You smile back down at her. Then you turn on the tap. Rather than shower, it'll be safer for her if you just fill the bath a little and use that to rinse the both of you off.

After you've rinsed the both of your bodies, you just sit there in the warm water and hold her against you. Her small body in your arms, so warm yet so fragile, brings you so much peace. So much joy. Even now she's discovering the world around her. She's just discovered your teat, and is eagerly feasting on her mommy's milk. Her toothless gums are clamping down as she sucks with all the little lung power she can muster. You really could stay just like this forever. For the first time in a long time, you aren't horny. You're satisfied.

You close your eyes and lean back as your daughter feeds.

Your thoughts wander. You need a name for her. You feel a little bad that you never got her mother's...father's? Her other parent's name. Maybe you could have named her after her. You chuckle a little. "We should have picked a name together," you sigh.

Small teeth bite down on your nipple. You wince and look down. Where you had been holding a newborn infant a few minutes ago, she was at least twice as big now. Even now, every time you look away or even blink too slow, she gets bigger. Soon she's the size of a toddler and she picks her head up off your boob.

"Mienna."

You stare at her, totally dumbfounded. Your jaw drops open.

"Mienna," she repeats. "That's my name."

"What...How...?" you try to ask.

She fidgets around a little in your arms, apparently still learning motor functions. Her vocals seem fine, though. A little familiar, even.

"I don't know either, but...It's definitely me."

"It's...It isn't..."

She looks up at you with big, sparkling, childish eyes. "Yup. I think I'm the first person ever to be my own father."