TG TF Comics & Captions Stories - Dad Made Me Pregnant By Accident!

Published on Apr 5, 2025 by Tohka Crow

One snarky comment from my dad and suddenly my jeans were tighter, my voice was softer, and oh—I'm pregnant now. Turns out, “Maybe you should be more like your sister” wasn’t just a figure of speech…

It all started with the dishes. Not a fight about politics. Not some deep, emotional rift. Just… leftover spaghetti in the sink.

“Are those still there?!” he barked, waving a hand at the small mountain of dishes I definitely meant to do yesterday.

I blinked. “Yeah, I was gonna get to them—”

“Right,” he cut in, “like how you were gonna get a job six months ago?”

Okay. Ouch.

He walked up, eyebrows doing that angry dad dance.

“You live in this house, you eat the food, use the electricity, and for what? You can’t even help with a few plates?”

“Alright, alright, jeez, I said I’d do it—”

“No! I’m done with the excuses. Your sister? She’s got her own business, a beautiful home, a husband who treats her like royalty—and she’s pregnant again! Meanwhile, I’ve got you standing here in a crusty t-shirt arguing about dishes.”

I laughed under my breath, sarcastic. “Cool. So go live with her then.”

His eyes narrowed.

“Maybe you should be more like her.”

And just like that…

My spine straightened. Not metaphorically—literally. My whole posture shifted like something was tightening from the inside. I blinked. “Did it just get... hotter in here?”

Then came the hips.

It was like someone had turned a dial on my sides, cranking them wider, softer. My jeans started clinging where they never used to cling. I stumbled back, grabbing the counter.

“What the hell is happening?!”

My dad raised an eyebrow.

“You good?”

“No, I’m not good—my hips just did a TikTok glow-up in five seconds!”

Then a tight, buzzy pressure bloomed in my chest. I looked down and watched my black t-shirt stretch awkwardly as something soft and very not me started to take shape beneath the fabric.

“Oh come on! These weren’t on the to-do list today!”

My voice cracked.

“Dad—what is—”

Except it wasn’t my voice anymore. It was softer. Warmer. Like someone had auto-tuned me into the lead singer of a pop ballad.

I could see the moment Dad registered it. His face went pale, then oddly calm.

“Huh.”

“Huh?! HUH?!” I yelped, panic rising in this weirdly cute soprano tone. “Why do I sound like a Disney princess?!”

Before he could respond, my hair exploded. I mean that figuratively—but it felt literal. Brown strands lengthened in waves, sweeping past my shoulders, then whoosh! Twisted themselves into a classy, elegant updo like I was on my way to a maternity gala.

My fingers brushed my forehead as I stared into the toaster’s reflection.

That’s when it hit.

My stomach tensed, then grew. Slowly. Warmly. Like something was inflating from the inside out, rounding me forward. My hands flew to my belly, now a soft, heavy bump of undeniable pregnancy.

I gaped. “I’m… pregnant?! I haven’t even been on a date this year!”

Dad just shrugged, watching me stand there in my tight jeans and stretched tee, hair done up like I was hosting a baby shower in five minutes.

Then he smirked.

“Well… might be time to call your sister. See if she’s got any tips on how to be a good mommy.”

I just groaned and held my belly. This was so not the glow-up I had in mind.