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   The Popular Girl



   Chapter 6

   By: Anime Lover

   (ANIME) LOLI, EGG-LAYING, EXHIBITIONISM










Disclaimer: None Needed

   With a start, Sara awakened, confused at where she was, looking around,
it was clear she was in a hospital room, laying on her back on a white bed
with a thin sheet over her body.

   Sara sat up, causing the sheet to fall to her lap, revealing the white
hospital gown she wore, she could feel a draft on her back as well.  A
slight twinge of pain in her right arm caused her to look and she saw an
IV.

   "What the..." she commented, placing her left hand over the needle in
her arm.  "Why am I in a hospital?"

   Looking in front of her, Sara saw the door to her room was open and saw
a number of people walk pass her room.

   Since she felt just fine, Sara decided to leave her bed, her bare feet
met the ice-like floor and she gasps slightly at the chill and hopped right
back onto the bed.

   "Geez!  Why do their floor need to be so cold!?"

   Sara soon heard a gasp and looked to her left, towards the door and saw
her mom, as she states, "Your awake!" as she rushes to her and hugs Sara.

   "Um, ok..." replies Sara puzzled and hugging her mom back, before
asking, "Why am I in the hospital?"

   Her mom released her and took a step back, smiling before replying, "I
don't know exactly what happened, but I was told this crazy story that you
striped out of your clothes in class a few hours ago and, um..." states her
mom as Sara saw her begin to blush, before continuing, "And you... started
masturbating and there's this egg they saw that came out of you..."

   Sara soon gasps and a blush immediately took hold of her face and
looking down, towards her covered crotch.

   "So..." began Sara lowly.  "It wasn't a dream..."

   Sara's mom saw her daughters look of shock and embarrassment and heard
her low statement, then gasped herself.

   "Wait!  So What I've heard is true!?  You've been laying eggs that big!"

   "N-Not that big..." admits Sara embarrassingly, still looking down.

   "How long have you been keeping this from us!?" asks her mom in shock.

   "It's been over four months now."

   "Four months!?  Why did you never tell us!?"

   "I-I was afraid of what you'd think.  When it first started, I was
afraid of what was happening to me, I was confused."

   "If... If this is true, and you can, `lay' eggs, why in the world did
you take off your clothes in the middle of class and do something you
should do in private?"

   "This is really embarrassing mom..." replies Sara looking up, her face
even redder and smirking a little.

   "I'm just curious sweetie." replies her mom, placing a comforting hand
to her daughters left cheek with a smile.

   "Well..." replies Sara, her smirk changing to a smile.  "Laying an egg
feels incredible!  I come so many times!  And I don't even have to be
laying eggs, there's these things I call `Trances', where I get super,
super horny and I masturbate like crazy.  When I'm Trancing I can't control
myself, I could trance for hours and not even know until I look at a clock.
Then theirs my honey, which is actually my bodies lube, but I call honey,
cause it smells so sweet.  My body makes tons of it, it helps a lot when
I'm laying eggs, and..."

   Moments after Sara began her explanation, she began to get excited,
unaware of her moms shock and awe at her thirteen year old daughters
speech, though Sara eventually noticed her moms expression.

   "Um, mom?" asks Sara looking a little worried.

   "So... that explains a lot..." states her mom.  "When I'm washing your
underwear or pants, theirs a frequent odor from them, I didn't know what it
was.  And many times, me and your father would hear you moaning out so
loudly in your room."

   "Oh, I'm sorry..." replies Sara looking down again.

   "Heh, theirs no reason to apologize." states her mom smiling and raising
Sara's head with a hand to her chin.  "It was pretty entertaining hearing
your moans late at night."

   "hehe."

   "So, you... Tranced; as you call it, in the middle of class." asks her
mom.

   "No, that was all me." answers Sara.

   "But why?"

   "Well, the egg in me, it was too big, it was hurting too much as it
pushed through my cervix, and since masturbating during a laying helps the
process, I had an idea that I could drown out the pain with pleasure, it
worked until I came, which caused the egg to be forced through my cervix
and the pain overtook the pleasure of my orgasm."

   "Oh, well, I guess that makes since."

   "Yeah..." replies Sara before sighing sadly.  "I bet my cervix is ruined
now, I'm pretty sure that egg tore it."

   "Um, no, I don't think so." replies her mom.

   "Huh?"

   "While you were out, a doctor examined your cervix and the only thing
out of the ordinary that they found was that it was very easy to stretch."

   "Really?  It's fine?" asks Sara.

   "Completely."

   "That's great!  Hehe, thanks to that huge egg, I bet I could lay normal
sized eggs really easy now."

   "So, your happy about this?"

   "Not the situation that caused me to tell you all this, but yeah, I love
my body as it is now.  I'm more in control of the whole process though.  So
you don't have to worry about me suddenly stripping out in public.  I can
resist Trancing, I've made a rule for myself that I can't trance before
going to school."

   "Heh, well, I'm impressed." replies her mom smiling.

   "By the way mom, where's my egg?"

   "Oh, um, some people took it, they said they wanted to examine it."

   Sara then sighed again.

   "I think I've watched enough movies to know what's going to happen next,
a bunch of questions and tests." states Sara with a scowl of anger.

   "Hey..." states her mom, placing her right hand on Sara's left shoulder.
"If you don't want to do that, I won't let them come and embarrass you."

   "No offence mom, but do you really think they're going to listen to you?
It would just be better if I went along with it."

   "No!  I'm not going to let some strangers poke and prod my daughter if
she doesn't want to go along with it."

   Sara smiles at her mom's statement, before a thought came to her.

   "Hey, where's dad?"

   "Oh, your father's been stuck in the bathroom for like twenty minutes."
answers her mom.

   "Hehe, ate something that didn't agree with him huh?" teases Sara.

   The two girl's began a short round of giggling.

   Afterwards, once the giggling stopped, Sara's moment commented, with a
smile, "This is all just so unbelievable..."

   "Well..." begins Sara looking down slightly and renewing her blush, "The
next time I have to lay any eggs, you can watch."

   "Really?" asks her mom with a look of surprise.

   "Yeah, at most, I have to wait three days for my next laying.  At the
very least, one day."

   "It's that frequent?"

   "Yeah, I'm starting to run out of safe hiding spots for my eggs, but
since my secret is out now, there's no reason to hide them now."

   "I only got to look at the last egg you produced but are all your eggs
as beautiful?" asks her mom.

   "Heh, yeah, sometimes their covered in diamonds and stuff, sometimes
their one solid color, like gold."

   "Hehe, the girl who lays golden eggs huh?" teases her mom.

   "Mom!" whines Sara.

   Shortly after the mother daughter chat, Sara's father came into the
room, Sara explained her `situation' to him and nearly right after, a
number of doctors came in.

   In the end, Sara decided to go along with the doctors and get the
questioning and tests over with, which, surprisingly, didn't take as long
and wasn't as exposing as Sara expected .

   Thanks to the texts and exams, Sara, her mom and Dad discovered that
Sara's `affliction' was extremely rare, only two other cases in the world,
there wasn't even a name for it.

   Towards the end of the tests, Sara and her parents were called to a
meeting by a doctor...

   -Near the end of the meeting"Theirs two more points of interest about
Sara's condition..." began a female doctor, wearing a white lab coat as the
group occupied an empty room.

   Sara wore a T-shirt and skirt, sitting on the bed in the room while her
parents and the doctor stood in front of her.

   "What are they?" asks Sara's father."

   "Well, firstly, her eggs are not only visually stunning, but they are
also extremely valuable." answers the doctor.

   "Valuable?" questions Sara's father, before her mom followed with, how
valuable?"

   "Well, the large egg that Sara produce that alerted us to her condition,
it alone is worth well over half a million dollars."

   Sara, as well as her parents gasps in shock, before they saw her dad
faint, falling to the floor.

   They soon revived him though and as he sat up on the floor, the doctor
states, "I would suggest keeping this information to yourself."

   "heh, no kidding!" quickly states Sara's mom.

   "Ok, the second thing..." states the doctor, "With our tests,
examinations and what we know about the previous two cases of this, There
are two downsides, the first one is that, to our knowledge, Sara will never
be able to bear a child when she's older."

   Sara's comment to this was, "Meh, I don't care about that anyway."

   "And what's the other thing?" asks Sara's father.

   The doctor looked towards Sara and states, "Sara, could you leave us for
a moment?"

   Sara looked puzzled by this, but complied without issue, hopping down
off the bed and walking out of the room.

   The doctor then looked to the two adults after Sara's closed the door
behind her, "I'm sorry to have to tell you this but even though this
condition Sara has gives her lots of pleasure, the condition itself is what
will cause her death."

   "What!?" gasps the two adults.

   "I'm sorry, but the last two people with this condition died because of
the stress of laying eggs."

   "Theirs nothing you can do!?" asks Sara's mom desperately.

   "Unfortunately, no, we know very little about this condition." answers
the doctor.

   "H-How long does she have?"

   The doctor smiles before answering, "Sara has plenty of years ahead of
her, if anything, you two you most likely go before her.  It's when Sara
gets towards her 60's, the stress will be too much on her body, the last
two died of heart attacks."

   One of the upsides of all the tests and exams Sara under took was that,
she had a solid week of no school, the longer she could delay walking into
school and receiving the stares that was obviously going to receive, the
better.  Sara even pleaded with her parents for at least one more day, but,
no luck, come Monday, she was heading back to school.  To make matters
worse, using the schedule she had made, she was due for a laying Monday...

   -Monday, 7:30 A.M.Dressed in a pink T-shirt and a matching pleated
skirt, Sara stood in front of her school's double doors, nervous and afraid
of what was to greet her upon entering, her left hand rested on her abdomen
lightly.

   After a few more minutes of standing, Sara took a deep, calming breathe,
slung her backpack over her right shoulder and toke hold of the door with
her left hand and pulled...

   Sara wasn't disappointed, almost immediately after walking in and the
first two people she met on the way to her class, two girls, obviously
stared at her and whispered between each other.

   Sara simply looked down towards the floor as she cheeks reddened.  More
or the same greeted her as she walked further down the hallway.

   From her walk of shame, Sara herself was shocked upon feeling her
panties getting slick... all the attention on her was arousing her.  After
this realization, Sara blushed even more and picked up the pace of her
walking to just under jogging.

   Sara entered her home room moments later after her sprint and was met
with even more stares from her classmates, who simply looked at her, they
didn't say a one word.  Sara found it very uncomfortable, nearly silently,
Sara made her way to her seat, the only sound was the soft thuds of her
shoes meeting the floor.

   Reaching her seat, Sara placed her backpack onto the back of her seat,
though, she didn't sit, but looked up, seeing all the eyes on her, she
could feel her honey beginning to trail down her inner thighs.

   "Yes, it's true." states Sara.  "I can lay eggs.  I'm not answering any
questions about it." added Sara before quickly sitting, feeling her honey
squishing against her.

   The moment she sat though, the class erupted into a commotion, nearly
all of them asking her questions, which Sara ignored.  This continued for a
solid minute, causing Sara to place her hands over her ears, until one
girl's voice screamed over the crowd of students...

   "LEAVE HER ALOOOOOOOOONE!"

   The crowd quickly calmed down and along with Sara, looked to the source
of the voice...

   A young girl, wearing a black long-sleeve shirt and blue jeans, and long
black hair, stood in the middle of the class, looking upset.

   "What's wrong with all of you!?" demanded the girl.  "Can't you see
Sara's embarrassed about what happened!?  Just leave her alone, if she
wants to talk about it, she will."

   Sara smiled at her friend coming to her rescue, and just in time as the
classes teacher walked in, a young woman, dressed in a green shirt and
jeans, carrying a bag over her left shoulder, Sara's friend quickly
returned to her seat.

   "Oh, Sara's back." states the teacher as she notices Sara at her desk,
before walking behind hers.  "Is everything ok?" she asks.

   "Yeah." replies Sara simply.

   "That's good." replies the teacher as she removes the bag from her
shoulder and down behind the desk.  "Sara, could you go to the back room
and wait for me there?" asks the teacher as she places her things onto the
desk.

   "Ok." replies Sara, removing herself from her seat and walking behind
the desks and to the back room of the class that connected to a second
classroom.

   This room was pretty much a small library, their was a large
multi-tiered self that held tons of books on various subjects.

   Sara didn't have to wait long before her teacher entered the room and
knelt down to one knee in front of her.

   "Hey, is everything really ok?" she asks.

   "Yeah, I'm just fine, other than being able to lay eggs, heh." replies
Sara shrugging her shoulders.

   "Heh, about that.  I was informed about your `condition', and I want to
offer you a suggestion and could lessen your embarrassment and possibly
prevent trouble."

   "What is it?"

   "I've talked with the administrators, and if you want to, you can lay
your eggs in class."

   Her teacher saw Sara's shocked expression and she quickly followed with,
"Wait, wait, wait!  Just hear me out, If you leave the class to go to the
bathroom like you've done in the past, theirs a likely-hood that other
curious students could cause you trouble, then they'll start to call their
friends in to watch and soon, we'll have a huge mess on our hands.  But if
you agree to lay your eggs in class, it can be a controlled environment,
and you could satisfy the classes curiosity."

   Sara's face was now very red as she commented, "Both options suck, but,
it's like a choice between two bad things.  Ether way, I'll be
embarrassed... but, with the class option, I'd be less embarrassed...
plus... there is an upside..." states Sara.

   "And what would that be?"

   "I'm the only one in the world that can lay eggs, I could provide a
learning experience."

   "Her teacher then smiled, "Heh, yanno, I never thought of it that way.
Maybe we could quiz the class on what they saw."

   "Hehehe, I don't think they'd like that." replies Sara giggling.  "I
like it!"

   "So, you agree?" asks the teacher.

   "Yeah, right now, I think it would be so humiliating if I went to the
bathroom now."

   Sara and her teacher left the room and the two walked to the front of
the class as the school bell rung.

   "Class..." began the teacher, "Sara has something to tell you." she adds
before gesturing to Sara to begin.

   "I-I, uh... I've agreed that, for the time being, I will lay me eggs
here, in front of the class."

   The class quickly began to get loud again with cheering, which the
teacher quickly calmed.

   "Hey!  Hey!  Hey!  Before you get out of hand, Sara will only lay her
eggs near the end of class, since she can hold the urge back.  If she has
an emergency, She'll use the back room, and I'll be placing a black cloth
over the window so she has privacy.  Sara has agreed to do this because it
would be less embarrassing than leaving the room to go to the bathroom at
this time.  None of you are aloud to touch Sara in any way when she's up
here sharing what's private for her and rude comments will not be
tolerated, anyone who breaks these two rules will be immediately sent to
the office.  Do you all understand?"

   A nearly simultaneous "Yeah." answered her back.

   "Good..." replies the teacher before looking to Sara.  "You can take
your seat now and get ready for class."

   "Ok." states Sara before walking back to her desk.

   Much of the time in class went about the normal routine of learning of
the days assignment and working on it.  Halfway through the hour, Sara felt
the familiar shift in her womb, she felt an egg nestle itself against the
opening of her cervix, Sara clinched her cervix closed and gazed around the
class, the students were busy with their assignment.  Not wanting to cause
a disturbance during the quietness, Sara decided to wait, she was nearly
done with her work, so the others couldn't be far behind.

   About 7 minutes later, as Sara made the last stroke of her pencil to the
paper, the egg teasing her cervix had worked up a considerable amount of
her honey, thus making it harder for her to maintain her hold as her
already weakened cervix was allowing the egg freedom thanks to her
abundance of honey and the fact that her cervix had somewhat of a permanent
gape.  Wanting to strengthen her clenching, Sara needed to lax up first for
a second, when she did though, the egg, which was already lodged in her
cervix, slipped free and into her vagina, which began the familiar
undulating to push it down towards freedom.

   Sara's only visible reaction to this was a quick flinch and a silent,
open mouthed gasp.

   She felt the egg reach the entrance of her vagina, though obviously,
since she was sitting, the egg couldn't completely leave yet.

   Though, Sara was soon to find out that she didn't need to announce to
the class she needed lay her eggs, her honey, which had pooled in the
crotch of her panties, the smell had begun to spread throughout the room...

   "Hey, who has candy?" asks a girl, looking up from her desk, sniffing
the air.

   One by one, students began to stop what they were doing as they begun to
smell the sweet aroma of Sara's honey.

   "It smells like Skittles!" claimed one girl.

   "No it doesn't." states a boy, "It smells like Starbursts."

   "No, Laffy Taffy!" claimed another girl.

   Sara meanwhile, began giggling to herself at what her classmates and
friends thought what her honey smelled like.

   This mild commotion only lasted a few more moments before the teacher
asked, "Ok, who has the candy?"

   Not wanting to get her classmates in trouble, Sara raised her right hand
blushing.

   "It's me, but I don't have any candy on me."

   "Then where's that smell coming from?" asks the teacher.

   "Um... it's from, my body, it's the lubrication my body produces when
I'm laying eggs.  About twenty minutes ago, I had the urge to lay, but I
didn't want to cause a disturbance so early in class, so I waited.  Over
time, the egg trying to come out had worked up a lot of my lube, so when I
tried to strengthen my hold, the egg slipped out."

   "Oh, I see." replies the teacher.  "Is their anyway you could make the
smell go away?"

   "Well, it'll fade once my lubrication stops flowing, and the only way
that happens is if I lay all my eggs." replies Sara.

   The entire class, including the teacher seemed surprised by this
statement and the teacher asks, "You can produce more than one at a time?"

   "Y-Yeah, up to twelve."

   This comment prompted one from a girl with shoulder-length red hair,
"Hehe, You're like a human chicken!"

   Before the following laughter got too out of hand, the teacher sternly
stated, "Michelle!  To the Office!"

   "What!?" gasps the girl.

   "I told you at the beginning of the hour that comments like that
wouldn't be tolerated, now go!"

   The girl frowned as she got up from her desk and headed towards the
front of the class as a boy commented, "Who'd a thought it would be a girl
that goes first!"

   "I'm sure I won't be alone." retorted the girl before leaving the room.

   The teacher then looked towards the class and asked, "How many of you
are done or nearly done with your assignment?"

   Nearly the entire classed raised a hand, and the teacher looked to Sara.

   "Well Sara, would you like to display your egg laying to the class?"

   Sara felt her cheeks burning she looked down to her desk and a faint
smile, the attention was so arousing...

   "OK, I'll do it." states Sara as she stood up from her desk, feeling the
egg at the entrance of her vagina, slip out and into her panties.  Walking
to the front of the classroom, caused her honey-filled panties to overflow
and run down her inner thighs.  Instead of turning to face the class
though, she turned to face her teacher, revealing her back to her
classmates, revealing two separate spots of wetness on the back of her
skirt, though the class simply snickered at this.

   "Um, Miss Hana, would you happen to have a thick cloth or handkerchief
or something?"

   "Umm..." comments Ms.  Hana before leaning over to her right and into
the bag next to her.  "I may have something."

   "Hey Sakura." called a girl, causing Sara to turn around a little.

   "Huh?"

   "I have a question." states the girl.

   "Ok." replies Sara.

   "What's up with the two wet spots on the back of your skirt?"

   The question renewed Sara's blush and a chuckle from her before she
moved her hands down to cover her rear and turn to face her front to the
class.

   "Hehe, yeah... pink isn't a good color to hide stuff like that..."

   The teacher behind her then stated, "Here, is this good enough?  It's a
little dirty."

   Sara looked back a little and saw her teacher holding a thick cotton
square about a foot in diameter.  "It's perfect, thanks." replies Sara
before moving her left hand up to take it, then looking back to the girl
who asked her the question.

   "To answer your question, my body produces a ton of lubrication, so much
that it can easily overflow my panties."

   "Wow, it must suck to clean up then." comments the girl.

   "Heh, yeah, it does." replies Sara with a small giggle, before moving
the cotton cloth under her skirt and moving her right hand under as well as
her move the crotch of her panties away a little, causing the egg and a
good deal of her honey freedom onto the cloth before she closes her left
hand around her egg and lifts it in from of her and using both of her hands
to wipe her egg clean with the cloth.

   "Before I get started though..." states Sara.  "I'd like to show you
guys one of my eggs."

   After a few more moments, Sara uncovered the egg, revealing to herself
the rainbow of colored jewels that covered it, their wasn't a definite
pattern, it was as if the egg had been dropped into a container of tiny
diamonds.

   Sara then walked to the far left side of the room to the row of students
and placed the egg, along with the it's cotton `nest', on the desk of the
student, who along with them, everyone in the vicinity that could see the
egg, `ohh'ed' and `ahh'ed' at the sight.

   "Make she you pass it around so everyone can see it." states Sara before
walking back in front of her teachers desk, watching her classmates
amazement at her egg.

   Sara then begin to think, `Maybe it's from how horny this is all making
me, but this isn't nearly as embarrassing as I thought it would be... I
actually... Like this..."

   Her egg had already traveled towards the middle of the classroom before
Sara unhooked her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her soaked
panties, then those were pulled down, revealing her bald, drooling labia to
the entire class.

   Sara felt a shiver of pleasure run through her body, with so many eyes
on her exposed body.

   `I don't just like this...' thought Sara smiling.  `I, love it!'
   End of Flashbacks