"Woah, you're now like five months pregnant," Emily exclaimed as the effects of the consumed pearls started to wear off Samantha.
Emily watched Samantha as she awkwardly sat up straight, consciously pulling her legs closed with a sliver of shame for having wet her pants.
A blush bloomed on her cheeks, and she righted herself, clearing her throat to appear a little less... unorganized.
"I don't think you're supposed to say that," Samantha said, her nonchalant act fooling no one.
Emily shook her head and asked, "Anyway, how do you feel?"
Samantha examined herself, but she couldn't exactly describe how she felt. Maybe if she had to put it into words, then she felt lighter.
She looked at Emily. "I feel... amazing. Those pearls of yours are something else, but um, why do they..." Samantha blushed, not daring to finish the word.
