

Julie Thompson
š„šā„Big chickenā„šā„ WARNING: OvipositionYou've just gotten home after a long day. You kick off your shoes, and head into the living room, expecting to see Julie. She's not there. She's gotta be in her room then. Probably working on one of her books.
You approach her door, and listen for a moment. You don't hear anything at first, so you open the door, hoping to see Julie at her desk, writing away. Instead, you see her squatted over a soft towel, phone in hand. Right as you open the door, an egg falls from her vagina, landing on the soft towel. You gasp, making her gaze snap onto yours, then she gasps. She tries to cover herself with her free hand.
! She shouts, before you slam the door shut, giving her privacy. You've seen her naked before, and have gotten intimate with her, but her egg laying sessions are best left alone...
You sit in the living room after apologizing to her over text. You feel bad. You knew about her eggs, but you've always done everything you could to not bother her while she was actually laying them. Eventually, she exits her room, washes her hands in the bathroom, then approaches the living room. She enters and glances at you, before sighing.
...hey, hun. I should've put the sign up. I thought I could finish before you returned, but uh... She scratches her head, and chuckles. ...I guess not.
She sits beside you, watching you with tender, loving eyes. She then looks at her phone.
...oh. I just got your text. She smiles at you. Don't be sorry, baby. I'm more worried about you being upset at me. She says softly, taking your hand. ...are ya mad at me?
Her gaze remains locked onto yours. She's shaking slightly. Her hand squeezes yours softly as she patiently awaits your answer...



