Chapter 1 - Embiggen

Kamala wanted to cry.

For hours, she sat alone at the foot of her bed. Normally, Kamala found the privacy of her own quarters to be one of the many welcome perks of her home away from home. But today, it felt suffocating. She was alone with her thoughts. Thoughts to that night...

Her eyes were transfixed on the small plastic device in her hands. The tight grip of her fingers kept it firmly in place. Each time she looked over the small strip, she hoped she had misread. Hoped there was a delayed reaction. Hoped something had gone wrong. But after reading the test over a thousand times, the result remained the same.

Two lines. Positive.

It was the answer she was dreading. But she knew it had to be true.

A week had passed since her period was due. When Kamala noticed she was late, she instantly assumed the worst. True, it could've been hormonal imbalances or stress. But Kamala knew better. There was no job more stressful than being a superhero. If it had been stress, she would've seen the signs far in advanced.

No, there had to be a more serious cause behind it. And far be it for Kamala to scare her friends and family with a potential pregnancy scare. She had to find out on her own. It was for the best. She needed peace of mind away from prying eyes. Ones that might judge her for what she had done.

That was her reasoning, at least. In practice, the wait for her results was the worst three minutes in her life. Her mind raced with the worst possible outcomes. What if she was pregnant? How would she tell her parents? Would they kick her out? Disown her? If not, what of her brother? Would he treat her differently because of this? And what if she wasn't pregnant at all? What if this was just a symptom something worse?

In a way, a positive result should be reassuring. She wasn't dying at least. And there was always the chance it could be a false positive.

But everything lined up too perfectly for it to be anything else. It was only a couple of weeks ago she spent the night with Carol, and Kamala hadn't been with anyone else since.

Oh, god. Carol.

The two had flirted with each other during training sessions or their brief down-time together. Nothing too overt, just a cheeky comment here or there. Kamala's home-life kept her busy, and anytime spent with Carol was usually shared with the rest of her teammates. There wasn't really a chance to take their relationship any further than a casual fling.

That is, if Carol even wanted such a thing.

Kamala's stomach churned. Whether that was a pregnancy symptom or just her anxiety, she didn't know. But Kamala's mind homed in on that question. What would Carol want? She didn't plan on becoming a father. That one was pretty much was a no-brainer. And Kamala certainly never planned on starting a family of her own. She was a high-school senior. She should've been worrying about what colleges to apply to. Not thinking about the possibility of raising a child on her own.

What would she even say to Carol? There wasn't really anyway to break the news gently to her. Or to anyone really. There were so many taboos they had broken. It was hard to think which one would cause the biggest uproar. Premarital sex was one thing, but unprotected sex? With a fellow Avenger? One several years her senior?

This was the type of fodder superhero tabloids dreamed of. It was enough to ruin not only her reputation, but Carol's as well. The names of both heroes would be tarnished, and no one would ever want to take up the mantle of Ms. Marvel afterwards. Kamala had tainted Carol's legacy.

That was the final stab in the gut. Once the weight of what happened finally sunk in, it was too much for her to bear. The first few drops of tears took the longest to break through. After a few seconds, the rest came pouring out.

With her face buried in her arms, Kamala didn't know how long she sat in her room crying. It could've been minutes or it could've been hours. It certainly felt like hours. Time had an awful habit of dragging things out far longer than what you wanted.

A faint knock echoed from the door to her room. Kamala barely heard it under her own sobs. She lifted her head up, choking on her tears. A voice came from the other side.

"Kamala?" It was Carol. Her heart skipped a beat when she spoke. "I heard you crying. Are you okay?" The door to her room remained shut, but Carol had a way of sounding just like she was in the room with her. It was a quality Kamala usually admired. However, today it just made her feel worse. "Do you want me to come in?"

Of course, she thought. I need you right now.

"No!" she said. "Just go away!"

The instant the words left her lips, she regretted it. She didn't mean it. But a part of her was compelled to push Carol away. You've done enough harm to her reputation. Why drag her into this?

Because it’s her baby too, her thoughts echoed back.

"Carol, wait!" Kamala steeled herself. She gazed toward the small gap beneath her door. The bottom of Carol's shoes was just visible. There wasn't anyway of avoiding it. She had to confront this problem head-on. Carol had to know. "Don't go. Please."

After a few seconds of dead air, the low rumble of a turning doorknob broke the silence. Carol took a few cautious steps into her room. Ever gently, she shut the door behind her without so much as a click. A reassuring smile graced her lips as she stood in front of her. Carol's eyes betrayed her concern, but Kamala appreciated the effort, however small.

"Hey," said Carol, her tone as soft as silk. The good captain gave Kamala plenty of space before she spoke up again. "Rough day?"

That's an understatement, Kamala thought. After being trapped with her own worst anxieties for the past few hours, now was the time to spill it all out. However, emotionally she was drained. The best she could muster was a simple nod.

"Do you want to talk about it?" asked Carol.

Kamala let the question hang in the air for a few seconds. Her heart thumped in her chest. This wasn't exactly the easiest topic to dive into. But dancing around the issue wouldn't solve anything. Carol was here, and she had to tell her the truth.

Her fingers wrapped around the pregnancy test, hiding it from Carol's view. Slowly, Kamala lifted her head up to meet her idol's eyes. "Carol, do..." Kamala's voice quivered as she spoke. "Do you remember when we first, uh... hooked up a few weeks ago?"

"Right..." Carol gave a subtle nod as her eyes locked onto the young Avenger. Kamala watched her expression.  It was hard to get a read on her sometimes, but her stance had noticeably shifted. Her posture straightened while still maintaining eye-contact. She had definitely caught her attention now.

"Well, um...  it's been more like a month and, uh..." The words were caught in her mouth. Kamala motioned with her hands in a vain attempt to coax them out, but to no avail. "I... what I mean is that I missed..."

"Kamala?" Carol stepped forward. She had never seen Kamala look this distraught in front of her before. It wasn't anything like her. But in the back of her mind, she already put the pieces together. Neither of them wanted to say the answer out loud. It pained her to see Kamala like this. "Are you saying that—”

"I'm pregnant." 

The words stung her lips. There was no way to take them back now. It was spoken for the world to hear. And to judge.

Kamala buried her head in her arms and sobbed once more. It wasn't long before her bed shifted beside her and a warm hand rubbed her back.

"Kamala, hey! Come here." Carol's voice was soothing as she pulled Kamala closer towards her. Kamala sobbed into her chest as Carol held her in her tight embrace. "It's okay, it's okay. I'm here." Strong, gentle strokes travelled down Kamala's back. She found it hard to fight back her tears as her hero comforted her.

No, not her hero. Her partner.

"It's your baby too," Kamala choked between her tears.

"I know," said Carol. Her embrace remained firm as she held Kamala close to her. "Just let it all out. I'll stay right here."

"I-I-I just don't know what to do!" Kamala lifted her head, tears trickling down her face. Carol calmly stroked her hair as she struggled to speak. Behind her bright eyes, Kamala could see the guilt lying deep inside. "If anyone finds out, they're gonna... they're gonna..." Her fingers squeezed the folds of Carol's jacket out of instinct. A desperate act to keep her from leaving her side.

"Hey, it's okay." Carol held her thumb against the young hero's chin and tilted it up. The two women gazed into each other's eyes for what seemed like the longest time. "Listen to me. This is not your fault. I don't ever want you to blame yourself for what happened, no matter what anyone says. Do you understand?"

Kamala softly nodded.

"Good. I'm the one who moved things too fast between us. I should've known the full extent of what the Kree did to my body before any of this happened. Before I did this to you." Carol pressed her forehead up against Kamala's. "I never wanted to hurt you. And I never will again".

"Carol, I..." The words petered out. Kamala didn't know what to say. Her mind was still reeling from the test results, but now one of her fears had subsided. Carol didn't hate her. A small weight was lifted off of her chest. She could actually breathe again. "Thank you. I'm just..." Kamala swallowed the lump in her throat. "... So scared."

"I know, Kamala. I'm scared too." Carol sat up straight and stroked a stray lock of hair away from Kamala's face. "Your safety comes first." Hers eyes briefly trailed downwards. The small folds of Kamala's shirt hid her midsection, still untouched by the changes going on within her body. There was plenty of work yet to be done. "Kamala," Carol cleared her throat. "I know this is very sudden, but-"   She paused. Every word had to be just precise. "Do you need any help deciding what to do next?"

"I... I think..." Before she could speak, she felt a tight squeeze around her hand. Kamala saw Carol holding her hand tightly as she waited. The slight gesture was enough to make her feel more confident. A million thoughts pooled in her head, each telling her to take a different outcome. Some were more appealing to others, but in Kamala's heart, she knew there was only one true answer.

"I think I want to keep it."

"Are you sure that's what you want?"

Kamala nodded.

"Alright. If that's you want, I'll make sure to stick by you every step of the way."

"You will?"

"Hey," Carol chuckled. "It's my kid too, y'know. I want to make sure there's a future for all of us."

A wave of emotion washed over the teenage hero. All her fears and doubts about the future melted away. No longer would she have to carry the burden of raising a child alone. Carol, her idol, would stay by her side. For the first time since learned she was pregnant, Kamala felt like smiling.

"Carol, I... I..." There wasn't a way for Kamala to truly express her gratitude into words. 

So, she didn't.

Kamala wrapped her arms around her hero and locked her lips with Carol's. The momentum from her sudden embrace sent them tumbling towards the comfortable surface of her bed's mattress. Carol was stunned by the bold gesture. She had always taken the lead when it came to their more intimate sessions together. It was certainly a different change of pace for their relationship. But it was a change Carol welcomed with open arms.

Kamala's lips caressed her partner, parting only for a few moments to catch her breath. Their chests pressed up against each other. She could feel Carol's heart pounding as she lay atop of her. Its steady rhythm was quite calming. Carol's fingers slid across her waist and traced up the length of her back. Wrapping her arms beneath her shoulders, Carol pulled Kamala closer for another kiss.

Slowly, Carol flipped Kamala on her back, their lips still locked together. Pinned underneath the blonde Avenger, she savoured the taste of her partner. Carol briefly sealed her lips around Kamala's tongue before breaking contact once more. Carol sat up, brushing aside the locks of hair that obscured her vision. Beneath her, she could see the small hint of disappointment in Kamala's eyes.

"Carol?" The tone of her voice had changed. Kamala placed her hand on Carol and gently massaged her thigh. "I need this." She traced her fingers gingerly up the length of Carol's leg. She paused just short of touching her waist and gazed into the eyes of her partner. "I need you."

For a brief moment, Carol hesitated. The words reminded her of what brought them into this situation. Their relationship had already shifted so much from where they were a few months ago. They were mere partners beforehand, but now they were going to be parents. A single act of passion had radically changed the course of both their lives. Kamala was right, she did need her. Just in ways she never could've imagined.

"Kamala?" Carol reached down and held Kamala's hand. Their fingers interlocked with one another, bounding the two together. "Maybe we shouldn't rush things today. I mean, I've already done—"

"Please," Kamala's voice was soft but incredibly firm. "You said you'd never hurt me. I trust you." She pulled Carol closer until they were face to face. Kamala slipped her hand out from Carol's grip and cradled the side of her cheek. "And I know Captain Marvel always keeps a promise".

Damn, Carol thought. Did she have to use their superhero names during foreplay? She noticed Kamala giggling under her breath. It didn't take long for Carol to notice her eyes wandering downwards, right to where their hips were pressed together.

"Gee, I didn't know you had a praise-kink."

"Oh, dammit..." Carol sat up, having neglected the growing tightness in her pants during her moment of intimacy. The new appendage given to her by the Kree still took some getting used to. The team Stark had assembled to reverse her condition had reached a few roadblocks, and Carol the lack of progress was beginning to make her stir-crazy. Although at this point, she couldn't tell if that was out of impatience or her raging hormones taking a toll on her body.

Still, Kamala didn't seem to mind. In fact, she was quite aroused. Caressing the good captain's thigh, Kamala softly bit down on her bottom lip. The lovable smile she was known started to return. A far cry from the state she had been when Carol first walked into the room.

Carol thought to herself how lucky she was to have someone like her. And she wanted Kamala to know that too.

Leaning over, Carol kissed Kamala's dark lips. There was a muffled moan as she slipped her tongue deeper inside. Kamala sprawled her arms out. The tips of her fingers brushed up against the headboard. Carol's hands were quick, slipping down Kamala's sides as their lips remained intertwined. Grabbing the bottom of Kamala's shirt, Carol swiftly lifted it up her body.

Their lips parted as the shirt reached past her chest and snagged on her arms. Kamala sat up straight and pulled the rest of her shirt over her head. The static caused her hair to slightly frizz. Her dark locks dangled in front of her face. Kamala tossed the shirt aside and spat out a stray strand of hair that landed in her mouth. She chuckled to herself as she tried desperately to straighten her hair out.

Carol just took the opportunity to take in her supple frame. Kamala's figure was lean, not much in the way of muscle for most of her body. You would be hard-pressed to believe Kamala was a brawler just by looking at her. But she was more than able to make-up for it thanks to her powers. Carol eyed her breasts, now freely exposed to the air. Kamala had apparently neglected to wear a bra today, which made things so much simpler.

Kamala barely finished tidying herself up before Carol made her next move. Bending over, Carol brought her lips towards Kamala's chest. The sudden peck sent a surge across her body. Kamala could barely think straight as her lips slowly traveled up the side of her left breast. A moan that was a mixture between a pleasured sigh and nervous laughter left her throat. In the back of her mind, she hoped that no one else in the facility would overhear the kinky things happening within her quarters.

Eventually, Carol's lips brushed against one of Kamala's nipples. Already rock-hard, Carol had trouble telling whether it was a sign of Kamala being turned on or if it was just the cool air. In either case, she found what she was looking for. Wrapping her lips around her nipple, Carol formed a tight seal and began suckling.

Carol worked her tongue and made small circular motions around the small teat. She heard a contented sigh from Kamala as she went. Reaching out, Carol cupped the other breast in her right hand and pressed her thumb against her nipple. Her thumb rubbed and prodded, brushing up against the smooth surface of Kamala's skin. The steady rate she was going was deliberate. Precise. An attempt to ease things between them.

When Carol finally pulled her lips away, Kamala fell backwards onto the bed. Her breathing was heavy. Beads of sweat trickled down her warm cheeks. A few moments ago, she felt empty. But now, so much had changed. A part of her felt guilty. She shouldn't have gotten into this situation in the first place. Most of her teen years were spent warning her about the dangers of unprotected sex and teen pregnancy. It was hammered into her head anytime she even remotely approached the topic with her parents. She should've known better.

But was it so wrong to try and take some comfort in all of this? Carol was here for her. Carol wouldn't leave her. And while she dreaded the next few weeks of informing her friends and family, there was something to be said about her not having to hide anymore. And if it meant spending more time with Carol, she was all the better for it.

The feeling was all the more validated as Carol leaned over her. Pressing her lips against Kamala's chest, a soft trail of kisses traveled down the length of her torso. Kamala writhed beneath her, gripping the bed sheets as Carol went. The silk creased in her grasp. Her fingers pressed the fabric firmly against the palms of her hands.

As Carol moved closer to her navel, Kamala's entire core tightened. Maybe she was just ticklish, but the affectionate pecks she was receiving sent waves through her body. Carol had such a dominating presence; it was difficult to keep her mind straight whenever they were in the same room together. Kamala was basically putty in her hands.

The steady parade of kisses soon came to a halt. Carol paused. She looked down at Kamala's navel, taking in every feature. It was remarkable how good a figure Kamala kept herself in, even given her life as a superhero. When Carol looked closely, she could see the faint outlines of her abs outlining her centre core. They weren't as developed as her own, but Carol was impressed, nonetheless.

But of course, all of that would change. Although it was too early in the pregnancy to tell from a quick glance, Carol knew it was only a matter of time before Kamala started to show. She was still getting used to the idea. The concept of her becoming a mother – well, more like father in this case – was such an alien concept to her. Saving a person's life was one thing, but actually being responsible for one? And with a partner as young as Kamala? That was a whole other ballpark.

She slowly traced her fingers towards the site of Kamala's belly button. Carol couldn't help but worry what toll the pregnancy might have on her. The Kree had modified her body, and she definitely didn't want to risk seeing what effect that might have on a human partner. Granted, Kamala was an Inhuman. The Kree had technically already messed around with her genetics. But what kind of powers would a child of theirs possess? Would Kamala even survive such a pregnancy?

No. Don’t even think about that.

The thought lingered in the back of her mind, no matter how hard she tried to push it out. Carol knew it was a foolish thing to worry about. The Avengers had near-unlimited resources at their disposal, including some of the top scientific minds at their beck and call. Carol had connections with some of the most advanced civilizations in the galaxy, most of which owed her a favor or two. If anyone could guarantee the safety Kamala and their baby, Carol knew it had to be her.

Their baby... Carol was still adjusting to the idea. Parenthood was totally new to her. A flurry of emotions stirred inside her head. Excitement. Confusion. Doubt. Even joy. But the one feeling that crossed her mind the most was fear. The fear of losing something so close to her. All because of her own thoughtless actions.

"Carol?" The sound of Kamala's gentle whispers caught Carol's attention. "Are you okay? You stopped."

Christ, had she really been that deep in thought? After all that time, she forgot how much this was affecting Kamala too. She was still so young, and yet she would have to be the one to carry their child for the next nine months. Carol couldn't imagine how scared Kamala must've been when she first learned she was pregnant. She couldn't bare to see her that heartbroken again.

"No, I'm fine," said Carol. She wiped away the beads of sweat from her forehead. "Don't worry about me." Slowly, Carol rested her head on-top of Kamala's belly. A contented sigh escaped her lips. "Tonight's about the two of you."

Lifting her cheek up ever so slightly, Carol pressed her lips together and kissed Kamala's navel. No matter how early in the pregnancy she was, the symbolic gesture was still there. Carol would have to remain strong for the two of them. Whatever problems they would face, Carol would make damn sure she'd guide Kamala until the end of the line.

Carol's lips gradually drifted further down. Kamala lay back as she let her partner work her magic on her. Carol wrapped her fingers around the waistband of her pants. Lifting herself back up, Carol pulled the waistband down past her knees, and right down to her ankles. Kamala only needed to make a few dainty kicks to send her pants off the side of her bed.

It wasn't long before Carol repeated the same process with Kamala's panties. Before long, she lay completely bare before her idol, ready for her to take the next move. Carol inched forward, bringing her head down right above Kamala's waist. Her eyes glanced upwards. She saw the anticipation building in Kamala's eyes. Glancing back down, Carol noticed that she was already getting wet from her touch.

A devious smirk spread across Carol's face.

In one smooth motion, Carol brought her tongue between the folds of Kamala's pussy and flicked it upwards. Kamala swooned as the tip of Carol's tongue probed inside. How easy she was to please. A small trail of saliva was briefly connected to Carol's bottom lip as she brought her tongue back. She licked her lips, savouring the brief taste she had of her partner.

Kamala's body writhed once Carol went down on her again. Her fingers clutched the folds in the soft sheets that lay beneath her. Her heart beat a little faster. Every time Carol's tongue brushed against her clit, Kamala wanted to cry out. Carol's lips caressed the folds of her body, ever so gentle. The warm breaths of air on her nether region reminded Kamala of their first time together and how much more experienced her partner was.

A steady surge travelled through Kamala's body. Her toes clenched up tight. What started off as soft moans turned into something much sharper. Kamala knew she was getting close. She wanted Carol, needed her. And she wouldn't risk breaking their union prematurely.

Steadily raising her left leg, Kamala rested her calf on Carol's back. The right leg followed suit, gently holding her into place. With the subtlest of movements, Kamala's legs stretched and wrapped around Carol's body. It was an inappropriate use of her powers, but it was one she always wanted to try. Kamala kept a close on Carol to gauge her reaction, but she either didn't notice or didn't care.

Kamala's legs slid underneath Carol's torso and travelled up the opposite side, wrapping around her body like a bow. Holding Carol snugly in her grasp, Kamala pulled her closer towards her body. Lips pressed up against her skin. A surprised yelp was soon quickly muffled.

"S-sorry," said Kamala. A sheepish smile adorned her blushing face. "I couldn't resist."

 An impressed but satisfied moan was Carol's only response. It didn't take long for her to get back to work, as her tongue probed even deeper inside. Her top lip brushed against Kamala's clit as she went, sending a rush of sensations down her body. Kamala squirmed as she was licked from the inside. The pleasure was almost overwhelming her. A few stray teardrops trickled down the side of her cheeks.

Carol brought her tongue out and slid it up towards the clitoris. The tip of her tongue made slow circles around the small organ, brushing across only occasionally to mix things up. Kamala's legs wrapped even tighter around Carol's body. She was so close. Carol was driving her mental. It didn't take long before Carol resorted to straight up sucking her clit, giving Kamala the most intimate kiss possible.

A jolt shot through Kamala's body. She could feel something rush inside. Kamala cried out as her hips thrusted up into air. Her legs held Carol in place as a gush of fluids squirted out. Carol sputtered as Kamala came, stray drops trickled down her chin onto the sheets below.

Slowly, Kamala's body relaxed. The tension that had been built up had finally been released. The muscles in Kamala's legs relaxed and steadily unravelled. Carol sat up as Kamala released her hold on her, spitting out the ejaculate that she didn't manage to swallow. Wiping her face as dry as she could, Carol turned towards her partner lying bare before her.

"You're a sneaky gal," said Carol. "Aren't ya?"

"What can I say?" Kamala muttered under her breath. "I learned from the best."

A small smirk spread across Carol's face as she lay down on the bed beside Kamala. Without any prompting, Kamala snuggled up against her body, still lost in a blissful haze. Carol wrapped her arms around her body and pulled her in tight. Gently, she stroked her fingers through her partner's dark hair. Kamala sighed contently, her limbs now returning back to their normal length. Her heart was beating ever so fast, but Carol's embrace was enough to bring her back down to Earth.

The two lay together, taking comfort in each other's arms. For a good while, neither of them said a word. They both knew what was weighing on the other's mind, and bringing the topic up would only spoil the moment. The issue hung over them, but a few minutes of tranquility would do wonders for them both.

It was about a half-hour before Kamala spoke up.

"So, what happens now?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what happens between us?"

"I told you, Kamala. I'm not going anywhere." Carol brushed aside the stray locks of hair covering Kamala's face. "You two are the only things I care about right now".

"But what about my parents? I mean, how are we going to tell them about..." She paused. Kamala didn't know how exactly to finish that sentence. There was so much to go over, Kamala didn't even know what part would give them a heart attack first. The fact she was pregnant? The fact she was dating someone much older than her? How the father was Carol, of all people?

"We'll do that together," said Carol. "Trust me, once we explain everything to them, they'll understand."

"Have you ever met my parents?"

"No," Carol brought her hand over and cupped the side of Kamala's face. She brought her lips in and gently planted a kiss right on her cheek. "But I got to meet the in-laws sometime, right?"

The day had not gone as Kamala expected, in more ways than one. She was about to become a mother, and that thought still terrified her. She didn't know the first thing about raising a child, and the thought of telling her friends and family the news seemed like an impossible task.

But with Carol by her side? Kamala could do anything. Even start a family of her own.

It was enough to make a girl cry.

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"Are you still up, Kamala?"

The sound of her mother's voice snapped Kamala's eyes away from her keyboard. As her bedroom door opened, Kamala slammed her laptop shut. Out of pure instinct, she leaned over the side of her bed and tried to hide her laptop underneath. Light poured in from the open door, brightening up her otherwise dark room as her mother stepped in.

"I thought I heard you—" Muneeba paused as she saw her daughter half-hanging over the side of her mattress. Kamala tilted her head towards her, stopping completely in her tracks. Muneeba stood firmly by the door. "What are you doing down there?"

"Oh, nothing," said Kamala. A nervous chuckle escaped her lips as she lifted herself up. "Just finishing a few assignments, that’s all."

Muneeba knew that look on her daughter's face all too well. "Are you sure you weren't writing those 'fan feeks' again?"

"No!" shouted Kamala, probably a bit more than she meant to. " I mean, of course not. It's a school night."

Her mother eyed her suspiciously. Kamala hoped the shadows in her room would hide how red her face was turning. If her parents had any idea on what she was writing...

"Well, don't stay up too late," said her mother. "You've been pulling too many all-nighters lately."

"I know," said Kamala. She had to admit her mother had a point, although this was actually the first night in a while where she had time to unwind. No lengthy essays, no villains to fight. Tonight was going to be dedicated to her and her fics. But even Kamala had problems leaving her creative zone once she was in it for a few hours. "I'll take it easy. Night, mom."

"Good night, Kamala."

Once her mother shut her bedroom door shut on her way out, Kamala stretched her arm down below her bed. Pulling up her laptop, Kamala quickly saved her work and properly turned it off.

It was a close call. Although thankfully her parents weren't the inquisitive types. They respected her privacy enough to not ask any questions about the stuff she wrote on her free time. Not that Kamala was averse to sharing her stories with others, but that was always for the safe-for-work stuff.

But this? This was pure self-indulgence. Kamala didn't even try deluding herself.

Kamala placed her hand over her belly. She thought back to the time she shared her shower with Carol. Nothing happened between them, at least physically. But seeing Carol in the buff did something to her. It made her hormonal urges that much stronger. And she needed a proper outlet for them.

"Embiggen", whispered Kamala.

In a few seconds, her belly expanded and formed into a large, faux-baby bump. The sight made her heart race a bit. She didn't know why. The thought of her actually getting pregnant at her age terrified her. But filtered safely through the lens of fantasy, with her personal hero helping her along every step of the way... It made her heart soar.

Kamala relaxed as her stomach returned back to its regular size and sighed. Maybe one day she'd be ready for motherhood, but that was still a long way off.

Besides, a laptop's much easier to hide than a baby bump.
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