Whilst Jen stirred in the early morning, she almost forgot about her troubles, felt as though she was still a
young woman in her bed at home... but then came the awful avian taste in her mouth, the taste of birdseed and
whatever else constituted her saliva. She opened her eyes to see herself back in her chicken coop of a room,
still an oversized hengirl as ever.
Then she felt an intense pressure in her gut. No... was it? It sort of felt like she needed to go to the
bathroom, but the pressure was different. Jen instinctively sat over a heap of straw and hay, bending her thin
legs at the knees, exerting all the pressure of her abdominal muscles in the aim of removing this thing from her
body.
She felt a burning sensation as the object forced its way out of the hole between her legs. Looking down, Jen
already knew what it was. It was with a mix of great relief and horror that she felt the egg drop out of her
vagina and onto the bedding below.
Jen clucked and sobbed a little, wiping a wing in her eyes. Would she have to go through this every day? Would
it ever get easier? As it would happen, she wasn't even done for the day. Jen bawked in frustration as she bent
over once again to produce another egg.
As she did so, the door to her room opened. It was her father. "Ah, you're producing excellently," he said,
collecting the laid egg from between her legs. "And I've got exciting news for you, too!"