Urska boarded Flight N41402 as instructed. The rail-thin stewardess smiled pleasantly for her, but Urska could see the fear that hid behind the thin veneer of her civility. She wondered how many others on the flight knew.

She waddled past first class with her swollen belly and then she waddled past business class and then she waddled even further past economy plus to reach the two seats the White Rat had booked for her. Right next to the gentle roar of the engine.

None of the passengers on Flight N41402 would arrive at their destination, but whenever Urska flew to the facility, she was always forced into the back of the plane as if in petty punishment.

Her swollen belly churned with her three little treasures as she settled into her two seat. She had received more than one horrified look from the many businessmen and businesswomen who milled about the airport. The prominent bulge of Urska's pregnancy looked as though it could hold an entire football team.

Other passengers slowly started to trickle onboard.

Urska did not fail to delight at the frustrated horror that fell over her neighbor's face as the older woman, with streaks of white in her thinning bun of hair, arrived at Row 38. The older woman checked her ticket three times before she loosed a heavy sigh.

"Hello there," Urska said with a soft, motherly inflection.

"Hello," the newcomer said without a hint of warmth. She started to put her bags away in the overhead compartment and then busied herself with rummaging through her purse.

When the older woman took her seat beside Urska, she did so uncomfortably. Urksa had expanded her form to better distribute the pregnant bulge of the three treasures in her belly. Her swollen fleshy arms spilled over onto the other seat.

"When are you... expecting?" the older woman asked. She did not look at Urska and her distant expression made clear that she did not care.

"Oh, any day now," Urska said with the same motherly warmth. "They could even plop right out during the flight."

"I see..." the older woman said. A hint of revulsion crept across her otherwise lack of interest. "Congratulations."

There was no more conversation between them, and Urska's thoughts became rather occupied with what would happen when she arrived at the facility. While she did not particularly care if the humans tried to cull the worm and the incubator, she would have to look after the human male.

"Dear Lord!"

Urska tilted her head as her ornery neighbor cried out from beside her. The older woman was gawking at Urska's stomach in open-mouthed horror.

"Oh my," Urska said, and she felt her cheeks start to blush. "They're kicking."

An arm-like protrusion pressed against the inside of her belly. The thin flaps of her assumed fleshed bulged outwards as if she were impaled on a spear.

"T-they're w-what?" the older woman asked, aghast. The color had started to drain from her face.

It must have been the human male. She was surprised that he had already woken, but he had consumed so much of the worm and the incubator's colour. He was not entirely human anymore.

Urska reached into her mouth and rooted around her stomach for the human's head. A good smack would put him back to sleep.

"Dear Lord! Dear Lord!" the older woman cried out beside her. Other passengers looked on in alarm as they made their way to their seats. The older woman struggled to unbuckle her seat in her manic panic.

Urska offered the human male a good thunk on the head and then readjusted his limbs so that none were pressing too intently against the bulge of her belly.

"They're ready to come out," Urska said with a sheepish grin as she removed her slime covered arm from her mouth. "So rowdy."

The older woman had already risen to her feet.

"I-I need the, the bathroom," she said, and she disappeared amidst the rush of bodies that gawked at the spectacle. None seemed overly concerned with the older woman's outburst.

She never came back. Even after the plane had rumbled with takeoff and the fasten seatbelt sign had flickered off. She must have asked one of the stewardesses for another seat. Which was rather ruuude.

And so Urska tried to enjoy the gentle coo of the plane. Her thoughts remained focused on with what sort of reception she would receive at the facility. It was not altogether certain that the human male was her Prince Charming, but for the time-being she would have to keep him safe.

Such thoughts and worries kept her occupied her for about an hour, and then she grew bored.

Urska looked out her small window at the endless expense of blue. Their scheduled flight to Sebesk should have been entirely overland, but none of the other passengers had seemed to notice the oddity, or at least make a fuss about it.

She would change that.

Urska pressed all of the buttons over her seat. She could never remember which did what, but one would summon a stewardess. She pressed each of the buttons three or four times before the same frightful woman from the departure gate arrived.

"How can I help you?" the stewardess asked, and Urska could positively taste the fear that radiated from her beneath the civility of her words.

"I am most confused," Urska said, loudly and full of motherly concern. "Is this not the flight to Sebesk?"

The stewardess' smile remained frozen across her face. Urska could see a thousand thoughts race behind the veneer of professional courtesy.

"I thought this was the flight to Sebesk," Urska continued, still louder and with more concern. "So why are we over the ocean?"

"The ocean?"

Urska heard someone from one of the middle rows speak up, confused. Other mutterings started to fill the cabin around her.

"You need not concern," the stewardess said. "The captain had to make a small detour to avoid other pla- "

"You look awfully pale," Urska said, her voice dripping with concern. "Are you all right? We've changed destinations?"

A few of the passengers from the middle rows started to stand up. They looked out the windows and muttered amongst themselves in concern. The fasten seatbelt light flickered on, but none of the passengers seemed to notice.

"Why are you shaking?" Urska asked. She grabbed the stewardess' arm as she tried to back away. "Oh heavens. Is something... something wrong with the flight?"

"Everything is fine," the stewardess shouted, her face alight with panic.

Urska delighted as the stewardess' shout seemed to infect and horrify the other passengers. Their worried mutterings raised in volume, and other flight attendants started towards Urska's cabin.

She rose from her seat, a veritable wall of swollen pregnant flesh that all could see.

"Why are we over the ocean?" Urska shouted, delirious. A wet slobber of tears rained down her face. "Where are you people taking us?"

Before the stewardess could answer, Urska shifted her voice to match that of the woman.

"Shut up, you pregnant hag!" Urska said with the stewardess' voice, and she pulled the stewardess towards her as if in a tackle.

Urska stumbled backwards in a theatrical fall. She wailed and whined with horrible hurt as she crashed onto the aisle floor.

"Listen up!" Urska shouted with the stewardess' voice. "This is a hijacking! Everyone shut up!"