Chapter 4: Interlude
I heard them enter the house and begin moving around down stairs. My brother as usual pounded his way up the stairs and I heard him enter his room. I was glad; I didn't feel like doing anything with him at the moment. Mom and Dad were very busy down stairs I heard them come in and go out several times over the few minutes it took me to rinse off and begin drying myself. I was sensitive; the smooth fabric of the towel sliding over my skin soaking up the excess water felt rough, as I passed the towel over my breast it was like sandpaper sparking both pain and pleasure that shot up my chest and down into my crotch. It was worse when I passed the towel between my thighs, like cold fire rising up to spark micro-orgasms in my belly, breasts, and head.
I heard mom on the stairs, she was carrying something I could tell from the sound of her on the stairs. I stood in the bathroom; naked in front of the mirror my belly still flat, as it had always been I knew that would change. My breasts obviously swollen, the nipples dark strangely erect and oddly textured, as if they weren't even part of my body but some strange form of makeup. Mom was outside my door now I heard it open and her steps as she entered my room and set something on the bed. I ran my hands over my flat belly, tracing the flare of my hips the swell of my buttocks the firm flesh of my thighs the swollen blood red sensitivity of my pussy. She knocked twice and then because the door had no lock she opened it. It wasn't exactly unusual for her to do this and this time was no different except for what she held in her hand. I felt self-conscious with her standing there looking at my nakedness. The box she had in her hand was a Technicolor silver-blue and pink, the kind designed to psychologically reassure the person who saw it that its contents were harmless and useful. It almost made me want to throw up again.
"That's going to have to wait until tomorrow, mom." I said, indicating the box. She smiled and set it on the sink.
"That's what I figured dear. Use it whenever you get the chance but do it soon. You have a doctor's appointment next week so it almost doesn't matter but please use it anyway." I just smiled as she took a step closer. "Don't worry dear," she said as she ran her hand up my arm. "We won't be having any more sessions like last night, or I should say they wont happen like that again or very often." Something on my face must have showed the abject relief that I felt at her words because she laughed and hugged me. She left me then but I knew she was waiting for me in the next room.
Emerging from the bathroom a few minutes later I found her setting on my bed next to a pile of department store bags. She patted the bed indicating that I should sit down. I did letting the sheets and mattress form to my naked buttocks. Reaching over the pile she pulled out a selection of bra and panty sets, each set subtly different from the others.
"These my dear, as is everything else here, is for you." She said placing the underwear in my lap. "These I got from the same store I used when I was expecting you. Each one of these is exactly a size larger than the previous one. I bought one of each starting a size larger than you were when we left on the trip. Everything is elastic and should fit you as you are and as you will be." I could feel my cheeks burning, I couldn't believe that she had done this, and if the underwear was an indication as to what the bags held I was truly in for some surprises.
