Royal Jelly (Preg, BE, Hypnosis)
"Royal Jelly?" Bianca read aloud, turning the small jar back and forth so that the sun backlit the light amber honey. "I don't think I've heard of that before."
Mr. Tamesis grinned and leaned against the counter, his arms crossed. "You don't find it for sale much, considering how hard it is to harvest," he said. "Royal Jelly is a special honey fed to the queens in the hive. It's said to be a bit sweeter and richer than any other."
Bianca checked the price tag and winced. Tamesis had some of the best varieties of honey she'd ever tasted, and over the past couple months the badgeress been satisfying her sweet tooth at his booth at the Farmer's Market. He always had some new variety tucked away just for her, and she didn't want to pass up on what was obviously a rare and special brand...
"It's my only jar," he added nonchalantly. "I was saving it up for you - I won't get another jar for another couple weeks."
Bianca sighed, knowing she was defeated. Saying goodbye to her 'fun' money for the weekend, she handed over her credit card.
At that moment, her fate was sealed.
Bianca sighed as she came home from work, tossing her keys onto the coffee table and collapsing on the couch. Waitressing at a fairly popular bar brought in some fantastic tips, but by the end of the day her feet hurt, her back hurt, her head throbbed, and she reeked of cheap beer. She only had a few moments to rest until her stomach twisted, reminding her that it had been a few hours since she last ate.
Groaning, she forced herself to her aching feet and headed for the tiny kitchen. She stared blearily into the fridge for a moment before moving onto the cabinets, trying to find something nourishing that wouldn't take too much effort to make.
She caught sight of the jar of honey she'd bought earlier that day and, mouth watering, she brought it out. //Royal Jelly,// she mused as she got out some slices of bread for toast and started heating water for tea. //Fit for a queen! It better taste good, the amount I put down for it.//
Cracking open the jar, she inhaled the scent of the honey, whiskers twitching in delight. Even the smell was perfectly sweet, with a slight tinge of the clover the bees used in the production of it. As soon as the bread and tea was ready, she slathered the honey (just a little!) on the toast and stirred (just a tad!) into the tea. Her snack ready, she settled back on the couch for a relaxing night in front of the TV.
The honey was just as sweet as advertised, with a lovely tang she'd never tasted before, and she closed her eyes in sensory bliss as she took a bite of the toast, licking her chops to get every bit of sticky-sweet goodness. Bianca decided then and there that, no matter how expensive it is, she'd always keep the stuff in the house. For special occasions, of course. That honey was far too good to eat every day - she'd leave that to the quite serviceable orange blossom or spiced variety.
She stayed up only long enough to watch the last half of an old sitcom that was playing into the wee hours of the morning. When she returned her dirty teacup and plate to the kitchen sink, she noticed that she'd left the jar of Royal Jelly out. She picked it up, but before she could put it away she gave in to a silly urge and grabbed a spoon, dipped it into the jar, and sucked the pure honey off the spoon as she put the jar away.
She could almost get addicted to the stuff.
The next morning, Bianca rose feeling a little sore all over. Groaning, telling herself that she needed to get a new job before she fell apart, she rolled out of bed and stumbled over to the bathroom.
Still mostly asleep, she peed, washed her hands, and was in the middle of brushing her teeth when her eyes finally decided to focus, and what she saw in the mirror made her pause. Clamping the brush between her teeth, she turned to the side first one way, then the other. Then she cupped her breasts in both hands and jiggled them. No, there was no denying it; her boobs were bigger.
Not a lot, not anything anyone who hadn't had them attached to their body for years would notice, but to Bianca the growth was obvious.
Dismissing the change as something weird but harmless (she'd talk to her doctor about it if they continued to swell, she decided) she hopped into the shower and began to get ready for work.
She was in the middle of stirring another large dollop of the Royal Jelly into her oatmeal when she remembered her plan to save it for later. Sighing at the waste but unable to take it back, she ate the oatmeal anyway.
Wide-awake and perky, it seemed like the honey had just gotten tastier. Under the bland taste of oats, the honey was a veritable feast of edible delights. Sweet of course, but had a undercurrent of spice and nuttiness. It was an effort to keep from licking the bowl when she was done, just to get more.
Work was impossible.
Bianca uncrossed and recrossed her legs again, drummed her fingers on the arm of her chair, and tried to pay attention to the numbers on her screen. They just seemed to swim and blur in front of her eyes, and with a disgusted snort she rose to her feet. She just couldn't concentrate. She felt... anxious. Full of energy that she needed to burn. She needed something. And what she needed she couldn't get from a computer. She needed... She needed...
She needed a drink of water, that was for damn sure.
There was a drinking fountain down the hallway where someone else was already drinking. As she approached, he straightened to watch her walk down the hallway.
Harvey was handsome, for a opossum. At 6'2 and with a decent frame despite his sedentary life, he towered over Bianca, a fact that she was aware of like never before. She inhaled as she came closer, and caught his scent - warm, masculine, *fertile*... Without even realizing it, she altered her gait to a more rolling walk, putting a little wiggle into her hips and standing straighter so that her chest was out-thrust.
Harvey hadn't moved far from the fountain, and by the time she got there she was close enough to see his nostrils flare as he took in her scent, and the pupils of his eyes slowly dilate.
"Hi, Harve," Bianca purred, tilting her head down so that she could look up at him through her lashes. As she spoke, Harvey leaned ever so slightly towards her.
Harvey's mouth dropped slightly open, as if he was tasting her scent as well as inhaling it. He didn't respond right away, but after a moment replied, almost as an afterthought, "Hey."
Bianca wasn't thirsty anymore, though her mouth was suddenly watering, but she pushed closer to the fountain. Harvey still hadn't moved by then, and her shoulder and arm brushed all down his front as she leaned over to sip delicately at the water.
Harvey groaned and his hips gave a twitch forward. Bianca was at the perfect height to see the thick press of his cock up against the inside of his pants - she was so close she could *smell* the musky odor of it.
Bianca knew with a certainty that she needed him. Instantly.
She managed with effort to keep herself from jumping him in the hall itself, satisfying her temporarily in fisting her hand in his shirt and dragging him the two steps to the woman's bathroom. There was only two other women who worked on that floor, one of them was off, and the chances of the other walking in on them were too negligible to be worth mentioning. That's how she justified it later - at the moment, she was thinking along the lines of, "Need. Want. Now."
The door wasn't even shut when they collided. There was no telling who moved towards the other first - one moment they were separate but for Bianca's hand gripping Harvey's shirt, the next they were wrapped around each other, pulling at each other's clothes and running nails through thick fur. Bianca could feel Harvey hiking her oh-so-sensible skirt up and palming her ass even while he bit and nipped at her bared throat and she wrapped her leg around his, grinding her panty-covered mound against the bulge in his pants.
Harvey growled softly and pushed her to the wall, where Bianca immediately set to unbuckling his belt and unzipping his slacks, he trying to push her panties down and their hands just entangling and getting in each other's way.
His dick finally free, Harvey tried pushing Bianca to the wall, but instead she pushed back. Hobbled slightly by the pants around his thighs, Harvey stumbled and fell back, Bianca following him shortly after. Before he could recover, Bianca straddled him and sank down onto his dick, letting out a long, low groan as she felt every inch of him fill her hot, tight cunt. Finally she bottomed out, whimpering in need as she did.
They remained frozen like that for a long moment, Bianca perched on Harvey's thighs, his hands gripping her outer thighs tightly. Then, with a long breath, Bianca started to move, fucking herself with long surges up and then letting gravity drop her back down. She slowly began to move faster, Harvey helping by lifting her by the hips and then slamming her down. At some point Bianca lost her sweater and bra, and she began to palm her own suddenly aching tits with one hand while the other worked her clit, her hand soaked by the mixture of juices that were seeping out of her.
Suddenly her body shook on it's own, and she yelped out as her orgasm rushed through her, leaving her feeling warm and loose. Harvey was still thrusting as best as he could under her, and her mind blurry with bliss, she lethargically moved her hips and squeezed her inner muscles, helping him along. It wasn't too much later that he tensed under her and shot his own load, flooding her insides with warmth.
He gave a couple more lazy thrusts as he came before finally going limp under her. Bianca collapsed on top of him and just breathed for a moment, enjoying the blissful afterglow of really good sex.
Really good sex on the bathroom floor. At work. With a guy she barely knew.
They both seemed to come to their senses at the same time, judging by the fact that they tensed at the exact same moment. Bianca jumped off of him, wincing when his now-limp cock was pulled from her body, and tugged her skirt down and tried to cover her breasts with her arms at the same time.
"Oh my God!" she said, her eyes wide and breathing hard. As cliche as it sounded, she wasn't that kind of girl! She wasn't one for having reckless, thoughtless, spontaneous sex with a guy she didn't know - fine for the people who did, but she *wasn't* that type! She had no idea what came over her, she just *needed* to be fucked, and knew that if it wasn't Harvey there, it would have been any other guy.
Harvey, meanwhile, had zipped back up and was staring at his left hand with it's ring there in a sort of faint horror.
"I'm so sorry," Bianca said, feeling ill to her stomach. She started gathering her clothes together and holding them in front of her. The second she picked up her panties she almost dropped them again in disgust; they were soaked. "I have no idea what happened there, that was not like me at *all*."
She bit her lip to keep quiet when Harvey looked up at her, his eyes wide and still a little disoriented. "Are you okay?" he asked softly, his eyes flickering over her up and down. Bianca blushed, but it was so obviously a look intended to assess damage that she didn't feel at all flattered. She doubted she could feel flattered at the moment. She nodded. "Okay, good," Harvey sighed. Then his eyes snapped back to hers. "You're on birth control, right?"
Oh God. Bianca gulped and nodded, despite the dread twisting in her gut. Harvey believed the lie (or desperately wanted to believe it) because he smiled, just slightly.
"Good," he said. "I... I need to get back to work. Will you be okay?"
Not trusting herself to speak, Bianca nodded. Harvey didn't look back, but walked out of the bathroom, after giving the hallway a quick glance to make sure no one was around.
Harvey gone, Bianca collapsed to the floor, shaking. She frightened herself there - she was just so uncontrolled!
Taking a couple deep breaths and keeping the sobs at bay, she rose to her feet. First order of business - she threw the panties away. They were too... dirty... to wear the rest of the day. She tried putting her bra on, but encountered unexpected difficulty - somehow her breasts had swelled a bit more, something that went unnoticed during the frantic coupling and the tension directly afterwards. She had an okay chest before - a healthy C-cup, but she was suddenly sporting a pair of hefty Ds, at least. She almost felt like crying again - it was yet another thing she had to worry about. By loosening up the straps as much as possible she was able to put the bra on, though titflesh spilled around the top and sides, and the straps pressed painfully into her shoulders. The sweater stretched around her chest tightly, but Bianca told herself to worry about it later, splashed some water on her face, and left for her cubicle to try and muddle her way through the day, too shocky to realize that she reeked of sex and musk.
On her way back to her computer, the other men at the cubicle farm encountered a unique scent - something earthy and sensual and yet somehow sweet, and there was a surge of furtive movements as men tried to hide their sudden erections.
When Bianca finally left for home, she decided to screw her plans for saving the honey for a special occasion - she needed some food therapy. She emptied both a box of graham crackers and the jar of Royal Jelly that night.
She woke the next morning *hungry*.
She lay on Her back and ran Her hands down Her chest, luxuriating in the feeling of Her much-expanded breasts, down to the slightly smaller pair just below those, and then flicking the tight nipples of the third and final set which were just fist-sized lumps on either side of Her belly button. Finally She reached Her goal - the wet, dripping lips of Her labia. She shivered as She ran the nail of one finger up and down the tender folds before slipping it right inside, Her back in an arc as She gasped in delight. She slowly inserted another finger, and then another, fucking Herself on three fingers as the scent of Her lust filled the room.
It wasn't enough, though. She pulled Her fingers away with a growl and pushed Herself up and out of bed. Not even bothering to get dressed, She stalked through the apartment and threw open the door.
No one was in the hallway, but still She stood in the threshold, waiting. Her core still pulsed with the beat of Her heart, and She leaked strong-smelling fluid down Her thighs to drip on the thinly-carpeted floor. The door across the hall finally opened and a male stepped out, an okapi, and his nose was twitching as he followed the enticing scent that pulled him out of bed. More doors opened and males stepped out, their expressions all identical in their dazed blankness, and they turned to face Her, drawn.
She smiled, predatory. That will do, to start.
Wordlessly, She turned and retreated back into Her apartment and climbed into bed, immediately laying on Her back and spreading Her legs.
The okapi from across the hall - She never learned his name, and at the moment She just didn't care - was the first one in the room, and he was instantly on the bed with Her. With not even a semblance of hesitation or foreplay, his huge cock slipped up into Her and he began to rut wildly, his cock hitting Her g-spot with every stroke more by accident than design.
She threw Her head back and screamed in agonizing pleasure, a grin on Her face so wide Her face felt ready to split. Yes, this was what She was born for, this wild, beastial rutting.
More men were flooding into Her room, and they began to take spots around the bed or against the walls. They watched and waited, for the most part patiently, though more than a few were stroking themselves slowly.
The okapi came with a low groan and slipped out. Before She could protest the lack of a cock another one immediately took it's place - one not quite as big but certainly enough for Her. She closed Her eyes and rode the thrusts, reveling in the sensations spreading from Her core, that She didn't even realize at first when hands gripped Her hips and began to turn Her over.
She opened her eyes to see Herself placed on Her hands and knees, with another male in front of Her, stroking his cock just inches away from Her muzzle. Her mouth watered at the musky scent emanating from it, and She reached out with one hand to grab it's base, leaning forward enough to lick and suck at the treat offered to Her. She concentrated so much on what She was doing that the orgasm coming from the male that was mating Her came as a surprise. His replacement was much smoother - it seemed like he was just pulling out when a new cock replaced his, and She hummed in approval. The vibrations triggered the orgasm of the dick in Her mouth, and She eagerly drank the seed She was given. The one in front of Her slid off the bed, and, like the ones fucking Her, a new one immediately took his place.
Hours passed, and the stream of men was unending. The ones who'd already had a turn recovered in the living room, waiting for their turn at another round, while new men continued to enter Her apartment. Occasionally one would stumble out after he finished he came, his expression confused and bleary, like he was waking up from a strange dream, but the apartment was always full of big, hormone-driven male bodies.
She began to feel hungry, despite the protein that was being shot down Her throat every few minutes.
That's when the women came in.
They also had the same dazed, blank expressions on their face, but it was the small amber jars they carried that caught and held Her attention.
Royal Jelly.
She groaned with delight as the dick in Her mouth pulsed and shot half bitter come down Her throat, and this time when the man in front of Her slid off the bed, he was replaced with a woman holding the jar of honey in one hand and a spoon in another.
The woman dipped the spoon in the honey and She opened Her mouth like a baby bird begging for a feeding. The woman fed Her one slow spoonful at a time, both females uncaring about the men at the other end of the bed.
When the jar was finally empty and Her belly filled with it's sweet goodness, the woman left the room and a cock was shoved down Her throat without so much as a by-your-leave.
Days passed in a blur of fucking and sucking and occasional feedings of more Royal Jelly, brought in by women who'd spoon feed Her and then disappear until the next feeding, or would clean the mess between Her legs when it began to dry and grow tacky. The bed became soaked from the juices leaked from Her, and trickles of come that dripped out of Her hole and down Her legs. Her breasts, all three sets, slowly inflated with every dose of honey fed to Her, but it was Her belly that expanded greatly.
Due to constant feedings of come and honey and the constant fuckings flooding Her insides, Her belly swelled gradually but constantly. It wasn't long until the curve of Her belly touched the surface of the bed whenever She was on all fours, and when She was on Her back She could no longer see where She was being penetrated. She didn't care - She was in a perpetual state of bliss, every sensation highlighted, the feel of hips pushing into Hers, rocking Her into the bed was a comfort. Even the bloated curve of Her belly and the slick mess between her thighs was a delight.
When, one day, Her breasts began to leak a pale fluid, She merely looked down at Her leaky tits bemusedly and couldn't bring Herself to care.
When She felt something deep within shift and kick, She merely twisted her hips and let the male fuck Her deeper.
She ignored the first contractions, concentrating instead on the honey being spooned into Her mouth. They gradually increased in severity to the point that She actually kicked a male off of Her before he finished, Her hands gripping Her huge belly as contractions made it ripple and surge.
She was so deeply submerged into Her pain, that She didn't even realize that there was a male in the room who was unlike the others, whose eyes were sharp and focused - more than likely due to the oxygen mask over his muzzle, keeping him from inhaling the pheromones that were permeating the building.
Tamesis rested a heaving hand on Bianca's belly and grinned. "I have to say," he said, circling his hand possessively over Her fur. "I'm impressed. The other queens have managed to get a neighbor or two to be a drone, but you've got half of the building serving you. And what a hive, you've got! The workers have been buying honey almost faster than I can provide it, while the others are keeping the children in the building far from this room. And you... I do think you'll be my most productive queen yet."
He paused to move between Bianca's legs, watching as She began to strain and clench. "Of course, this is all my evil plot to produce more Royal Jelly. Your young will work for me, turning nectar into vast quantities of my liquid gold. Don't worry though - you'll only produce for a few more months yet, and when you finally snap out of it I doubt anyone here will remember anything. Of course, you'll be so huge and beautiful that I doubt you'll ever have a 'normal' life ever again. C'est la vie."
Tamesis patted Her belly one last time and turned to leave as his newest queen birthed the first of her strange progeny, the hive a seething hot nest behind him.
Bees were such fantastic creatures, even when they weren't really insects.