&nbsp; &nbsp;"This is amazing!" Alexis grinned toothily, angelling his long, snakelike neck down... and down... and down... until he saw the WereAir representative below, framed between Alexis' heavy breasts. He tested his limbs, the incredible power in the biceps filling him with a surge of confidence that was almost dizzying. He felt invincible, any fear of flying disregarded, as if his scaled hide would simply shrug off a crash.<br /> Disregarding decorum, his clawed fingers cupped his chest in the middle of the airport concourse. There was little suppleness to his monstrous breasts, which were as muscular and unyielding as the rest of him.<br /> "Satisfied?" the check-in agent called up to him. <br /> "Absolutely!" he growled.<br /> "Excellent! Then there is just the matter of your charge."<br /> "I thought you said it was free?" he scowled, almost making the man quaill.<br /> "Ah, my mistake. I meant your charge as in your 'ward', your dependant, your... cargo, so to speak. The price of the upgrade is you protect our lowest paying passengers on their journey to their destination until they can be extracted and transformed back."<br /> "Okay, sure," Alexis shrugged, glancing around the airport terminal. "So where are they?"<br /> "Oh, quite close..."<br /> Just then, an odd writhing rippled through Alexis' belly, as if his organs were being shifted around. The scaled surface of his stomach started to bloat.<br /> "Thirty-seven of our passengers have opted for the Ovum Class today," the representative said as Alexis leaned weakly against the desk, his distending belly weighing upon him. "They have been transformed into your eggs. You must get them safe and sound to their destination in Perth, Australia. Thankfully your body is perfectly designed for the task of protecting them, and comes programmed with protective maternal instincts."<br /> Alexis gave a low animal groan of discomfort, cradling his stomach defensively as it finally reached its maximum size, the man now utterly obscured beneath its swell. &nbsp;"I'm... pregnant?"<br /> "Very much so," came the voice of the man. "A WereAir representative will greet you on arrival to escort you to your nest for laying. We hope you have a smooth flight. Here is your boarding card. WereAir Flight 269..."