“Huge” was an understatement for Ocellus’s current state. Originally expecting to do the home stretch of the egg carrying over vacation at the hive, a very involved tryst with a certain dragon friend of hers had accelerated the egg development to the point where a modest bump had now become a wide, lap dominating mass that constantly lit up the area in a dark room. Even during the day a careful eye could pick out the quite large (current eggs for the changelings seemed to skip the grub phase entirely) masses underneath her heavy swell. At this state it was deemed a bit too risky to head back and was resigned to lay in the school.
 
Stubbornly still attending classes, it was impossible to not feel the stares of her classmates as she waddled around. Although she couldn’t exactly call the current situation bad. She could feel a good amount of the stares having feelings of wonder, and the little bits of affection from the light rubs by passerby kept her energy high despite supporting the large clutch of eggs both nutrition and weight wise. Not to mention the feeling of being treated so well by her friends (especially Smolder) despite her state was amazing. And she couldn’t exactly say the sensation of being full of ready to lay eggs on top of the heavy, sensitive belly that dominated her gait and view was unpleasant. A part of her wanted to possibly stall the laying, if only for a day or so just to bask in this feeling.
 
Commish done by Bumpy Wish. Had a craving for some hugely preg schoolgirl buggo.