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Blue Honey

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Summer was in full force and Jake was finding it hard to relate to how much he'd loved the season as a kid. The reason he had was not the weather but the freedom from responsibility, the time off from school. As an adult, it lacked its luster. That being said, summer did have its moments. Stepping out of his rental car, Jake stretched up to his full height, looking across the vast sprawling footprint of Babylonian's Warehouse 44. It was actually five different warehouses spread out across a pretty wide slab of cement. It was hot enough that the air was rippling above the sun parched cement. The only shade came from the shadows cast by the bluish gray and black buildings themselves.

A slight sweet smelling breeze passed over Jake, passing over the vast fields of reddish gold clover that surrounded the facility. Jake's dusty brown hair was already slicked with sweat from the warmth, but there was something about an empty warehouse that felt peaceful. It was almost like he wasn't here to work, and he was especially grateful that he'd reached a point in his career that work could mean occasional outings for something as simple as assessment. Jake shut the car door and began crossing the lot, pulling out his phone. He had to shield the screen from the sunlight to be able to see, catching sight of his own reflection before the screen snapped on.

Jake was in his mid twenties, kept fit from always being on the move. While he was only 5'10, he'd worked out at the gym rather consistently in addition to what definition his various positions with Bablyonian had given him. His polo shirt was filled out nicely; not just around his chest, but the sleeves were snug in all the right ways too. The balls of muscle on his calves propelled him forward easily. Light brown eyes regarded the information on the screen, a quizzical expression spreading on Jake's lips. He used his free hand to reach up and rub at his pointed chin.

Warehouse 44 was one of the newest facilities, somewhat apparent from the high number, but it had fallen out of use almost a year ago. That would have meant that it had only been operational for around eight or nine months…. It hadn't even had a chance to work up to full capacity. Only the first three buildings had been filled with stock and employees, but the stock had been drained out and then everything had been reassigned to other centers. What Jake couldn't figure out was why. Part of that came from the fact that several of their servers had been targeted by eco-terrorists around that time. Some of the files had been corrupted by the hackers and other aspects had been destroyed by the company to protect private customer data. The end result was a mystery that Jake had to solve.

“Are you just far enough out of the way that you were inconvenient?" Jake asked no one in particular as he walked in the shadow between buildings two and three. “Or was it something else?" he added a moment later, trying to bring up the HR files. Many of those were missing and corrupted as well, something that had become painfully common in Jake's work, but there was enough to realize a rather concerning trend. Warehouse 44 had a far higher than average churn rate. Churn was, for any mega corporation dealing with warehouse work, common… They'd hire employees, get them trained up, put them to work, and then lose them. It was high paced and the margins were slim. That being said, there was usually a rather predictable flow, stable percentages of who just walked out versus who gave their notice. Most people usually left at the end of the shift even when they wanted to quit, or they just didn't come in the first place. The number of people that disappeared mid-shift without a call was… concerning.

The next half hour went fairly quickly. Building two and three were examined using Jake's key card and a little elbow grease. The buildings were vast, especially with their infrastructure ripped out. No shelves, no forklifts, just vast man made caves of nothing. He knew building one was locked down tighter since it had office space and utility access, something the disenfranchised would see as a target… assuming anyone like that lived this far out from town. Jake emerged from building three and stopped just before the heat of the sun was hitting him directly. He looked up and out at the last two buildings sitting closer to the fence that segmented off the clover fields. He stood there for a moment, trying to imagine what it would have been like to be one of the employees back then with so many people quitting suddenly. On a hunch, he started walking toward the last two buildings.

As Jake approached building four, he became aware of a faint buzzing from crickets out in the fields, enjoying the heat. The afternoon had crept along during his investigation and while there weren't any clouds in the sky, there had been enough of a haze that it was catching the earliest angles of sunset and bringing an orange tint to the sky that was as beautiful as it was eerie. Jake came around the far side of the building that ran along the fence line. Not only had this building never been used, but even if it had, the loading docks on this side would have been the last choice given how far back they were. There was barely enough space for trucks to turn around on this side. The fact that there were loading docks at all on this building showed just how much potential efficiency Babylonian was wanting to squeeze out of the place if they had actually used it.

Jake walked along the backside of the building slowly. Even in the shade, the heat kissed at his skin, the sweat soaked the back of his neck and his collar. How hot had the warehouses gotten? Babylonian tried hard to ensure good HVAC systems kept people from overheating, but still, they were warehouses. Glancing back at his phone, Warehouse 44 had come online in October which would have been the tail end of Summer and it was shuddered in June. If they had been shortsighted about temperatures and something had gone wrong in the designs, then that would explain it. When Jake looked back up, however, he froze. Something was off, or rather, on.

Jake felt like an idiot for not spotting it earlier. He spent so much time around the warehouses that the seemingly endless sequence of pulsating dock control lights was common, but there shouldn't have been any docks powered up in an abandoned facility. It was routine to cut power and turn off as many of the utilities as possible to stop hemorrhaging costs and the risk of leaks or other problems… But the entire back wall of this facility was powered up, ready to go, ready to send and receive cargo. Had someone just never made it all the way back here to turn off the last buildings? Had these docks been on since the facility went online? The one silver lining was the fact that power meant that his key card would work and give him easier access.

Jake stepped up to one of the dock controls and slid his key card into the slot on the bottom, letting it read the encrypted chip embedded into the plastic. As opposed to swiping a magnetic strip or using an RFID that had to be logged with the HR department of the facility itself, Jake's card gave him unfettered access to all of the facilities. The gently pulsing green light turned yellow as the door began to rumble upwards, retracting like an oversized garage door. As it lifted upwards, the ambient summer light spilled into the facility and across…. Some sort of structure. Jake's jaw dropped. The warehouse wasn't empty. He slowly eased into the door frame and looked inside, then around, and then up.

The building that had never held any inventory was nearly full. Where Babylonian would have installed shelves and girders, catwalks and cranes, this building was full of some sort of immense orange waxy hexagonal storage grids. The outside edge of the hexagons were rust colored and Jake would have assumed them metal if not for the translucent way the light sank into the rich color. The interior of the hexagons was a sort of milky clear. Most held some sort of royal blue substance. Jake stepped in and walked around slowly. The air was warm in building four, but not sweltering after being baked beneath the summer sun all day. So much for his climate theory.

Jake walked along row after row of the waxy hexagons, looking at them all. They were so mesmerizingly perfect, so large, so inhuman. But what did that mean exactly? Jake tried to wrap his mind around it as he turned the corner to walk another row, freezing suddenly. His heart leapt up into his mouth, or at least that's what it felt like as his muscles tensed. Standing a few yards ahead of him were two tall, broad shouldered, furry…. Bee people? They stood on two legs like a person, they had a head, but… they also had an abdomen, antennae, and translucent wings. They were also jacked!

Despite how alien, or at least insectoid these things were, Jake could still identify all the major muscle groups. They had huge pectorals, biceps, triceps, calves and thighs, tight abdominal muscles and lateral muscles. They would have had huge glutes too if it wasn't for their lung bulbous abdomen. As the two creatures talked and moved, Jake couldn't help but notice the glint off the black curved stinger at the end of their tails. They clearly were bees, but… what did that mean? He looked back at their faces as they talked. From this distance he couldn't hear what they were saying or what language they were using. Their hands and arms gestured as they spoke like a human might, though their eyes were solid black, inky and fathomless. Mandibles moved from their mouths, though it was almost like they had lips too. Small silver headbands ran around their heads just below where their antennae stretched out.

The yellow and black fur pattern was bold. In parts of their body, like their muscled chests, the black fur was short and almost like velvet. In other places, like the back of their head, the fur was so long it was almost hair. One of the bees had reddish-gold stains to the yellow fur on his forearms. When the two turned, one other piece of flesh caught Jake's attention, at least in the split second before he ducked out of the way. They'd both had rather ample dicks too. Jake supposed that made sense. Bees had queens. The drones were dudes… although Jake certainly didn't want to imagine what the queen of this particular colony was like.

Jake skulked back the way he had come, trying to stay out of sight of the bees. He'd made it nearly to the end of the row when he hesitated. One of the hexagons was not filled with that same blue goo that the rest were. This one had only the faintest egg shell thick coating of wax holding in what were clearly the signature black and grayish blue vests of Babylonian warehouse employees. Jake's stomach sank. The workers hadn't quit mid shift, they'd been taken… Had they come in here to investigate? Had they been grabbed? These bees hadn't moved in after the warehouse was abandoned, they had been there before…. The company had closed the facility and left them here. More than that, they'd covered everything up. Had the eco-attack on the servers even happened, or had it been an excuse to erase sensitive materials?

Jake pressed on, trying to hold back his rage and anger and concern. He moved as fast as he could without making a noise, taking all the same turns to get back to the dock door. He saw the blessed orange light of the setting sun as he turned the last corner, jogging toward the dock and charged straight out into the open air and the furry, muscled chest of a particularly buff looking bee.. Chitinous black arms suddenly closed around him, his face held against a furry black chest with… pierced black rubbery nipples? Jake looked up at the surprisingly cheerful looking head of a bee whose mandibles and lips curved into a faint smile, his black eyes so soulful.

“Whoa bro, where ya goin?" The bee asked. It was odd how expressive his face was with solid black eyes and mandibles. Jake could have sworn the bee's eyebrows were creased in concern. “It's too hot out here, you gotta stay hydrated, bro!" The creature reached to his hip and extracted a strange translucent container that looked like some sort of organic water bottle. It had been affixed to a thin belt-like strap that had nearly disappeared into the natural fuzz on the bee's body. He held it up to Jake's lips. Jake hesitated, uncertain what was going on. Of all the things that he might have expected from a giant mutant alien bee, health advice from a 'bro' wasn't on the list.

He smiled bashfully and uncertainly, pleased he wasn't about to be stung or beaten for trespassing. Reluctantly he opened his lips and accepted the mouth of the bottle into his lips. When the bee squeezed the strange container, though, the rush of liquid was sudden and voluminous. Jake's cheeks bulged slightly at the deluge and it made him gulp a bit more than he'd expected.

The flavor that filled his mouth wasn't quite water, at least not entirely. There was a high degree of sweetness to it, like sugar, but that was cut by a floral bite… It was the clover from the field, infused into the liquid. It was pleasantly cool compared to the general heat of the summer's day, and… and… and what? As the bottle was pulled away from his mouth, Jake was left feeling oddly good. The water had been just the refreshment he needed to get energized and ready for work again. As he looked up at his bee friend, the black of his pupils spilled out across the rest of his human eyes, leaving them the same shiny black. A smile crept across his lips.

“What's next, bro?" Jake asked, his nipples tightening and a bulge forming in his pants. The bee grinned wide, slinging a huge, muscled, furry arm around his shoulders.

“The sun's going down soon, time to get cozy!" The bee said happily, walking into the warehouse with his arm around Jake. Jake followed along, feeling very safe and comforted within the grip of such a big bee. He licked his lips, his teeth still tasting of sugar and clover. As he walked, he couldn't help but look over at the black meaty shaft wobbling before the bee, drooped over plump, oversized balls. He was so handsome, so manly, so perfect… Jake started to wonder what this bee's nectar might taste like and his mouth began to water, his saliva slicker and silkier than usual.

As the two navigated the labyrinth of the facility, they passed several other workers. Some attended to the waxy hexagons, others seemed to be coming back from trips of their own. Jake heard the rumble of other dock doors opening and closing along the length of the building. For some reason that felt important, like he should be taking note of it, but he couldn't remember why. As they made one last turn, they came around the corner to a large open space. At the center of the facility where a raised platform usually held a control center, the stage-like space now held a tight cluster of several of the largest bees. Some of them were even larger than the rest, sporting a second set of arms which gave them double armpits and double pectoral muscles.

“Everyone here is so fit…" Jake murmured, although his face scrunched up at the word 'fit'. His mind seemed to be rising and falling like the tides of an ocean. He nearly shuddered watching all those men rub their furry bulb shaped abdomens together, their muscled thorax's practically grinding. They were moving around to prepare several barrels of something, getting them into position. The barrels were not organic like the waxy hexagons that made up the maze walls of the warehouse. These barrels were clearly marked with the company colors and the Babylonian symbol.

Jake was about to ask what they were for when he saw several of the bees start stroking their cocks, working them forward and back, up and down, jerking off harder and faster until their mandibles clicked, their antennas twitched, their abdomens tightened and they began unleashing thick, sticky, gooey amber colored honey-like semen. It spurted and spluttered before coming out like syrup from a nozzle, pouring in. All of them looked so happy, so content, and so delighted. For those that had the double set of arms, they used some of their hands to feel up their nipples, pinching and tugging them. Some used an extra hand to help their neighbor jack off.

“You're totally right, bro. Our bodies are our temples, and we'd do anything for the hive." Jake's companion said. Jake was practically drooling, seeing the strange 'honey' being produced in the center. He had been fairly certain that real honey was actually bee vomit, but he honestly couldn't remember everything from back in his elementary school days. All he knew was that he was so very, very, very hungry…

“Whoa, dude! You're so overdressed! Are you sure you're not going to overheat?" Another bee asked, moving over from the swarming crowd beneath the stage. Before Jake could protest, his skinny arms were lifted up and his shirt was plucked off his body like a toddler being put down for bed. It was harder for them to get to his pants, but black chitinous hands with sharp tipped fingers dipped in to remove his belt and tug at his lower garments. There was a hesitation from the fabric before the sound of tearing came and the pants and underwear were sheared from him. He was left standing there in only his shoes and socks, his modest erection wobbling before him from his excitement at what he was seeing. The comparatively cool air only helped his nipples firm harder.

“T-thank you…" Jake said, although he started to feel more awkward. Reality was swimming up through the haze induced by the sugar water and he was rapidly remembering his predicament again. A blush rose to Jake's cheeks as he swallowed.

“So, uh, where is the bathroom?" he asked hesitantly. The two bees looked at each other in confusion at his question. Jake felt suddenly more awkward, realizing it might not have been the foolproof escape plan he'd intended for it to be.

“My, my, my…" A deeper voice murmured from the direction of the stage. Jake and his two bee buddies all turned at the same time, looking up. Several of the large furred bees parted despite their efforts to drain their honey into the barrels, making room for perhaps the largest of them all. At eight feet tall and nearly five hundred pounds of muscle and fuzz, a particularly brawny bee with four arms, huge legs and the biggest abdomen Jake had seen stepped up to the edge. The fuzz running along his head from his antennas to the base of his wide, muscled neck was taller and thicker, almost like a mohawk. Likewise, the fuzz framing his lantern jaw was longer and denser and coated in pollen that gave the black hair the illusion of being frosted platinum at the tips.

“Whoa, bro, that's the King…" One of the bees said, vibrating with excitement, his wings fluttering. The other bee that had been with Jake since the start, involuntarily reached down to start groping and stroking himself.

"It seems we have a guest of honor in our midst, a veritable King in his own right." The massive bee said. Jake stammered, his lips tightening.

“I just… I, uh-" he tried to think of anything but the heady mix of so many manly creatures jacking off and the rising musk and salty aroma in the air were only feeding his confusion and his arousal.

“No need to be modest, Jake. You don't remember me, do you?" The King asked. Jake swallowed and shook his head. Honestly, how could he? The King let out a deep, resounding laugh. It shook his huge body and he covered his stomach with all four hands for his belly laugh. “Be good drones and bring him closer." the King said. The two bees on either side of Jake instantly obeyed, putting large hands on him, guiding him through the crowd that parted. Jake's blush only reddened as he brushed elbows with so many bees. The closer he got to the stage, the hornier they all seemed to be. In fact, he could swear some of them were fucking a few feet away, one bee huffing and panting while another moved in and out, forward and back. Jake tried to stretch and see how that worked with their abdomens, but he couldn't see through the crowd. He grunted as he came up to the edge of the raised platform, looking up at the looming form peering down at him.

“I'm sorry, sir, I… I must not be as good with faces as I thought I was." Jake murmured. The King slowly smiled.

“Sir, I like that…" The King murmured. He crouched down, his huge bulk taking up ample presence on the stage. His long, black dick dribbled and drooled an unusual blue honey-cum even without him touching himself. Huge black eyes peered into Jake's and Jake felt like he'd just fallen into a cold lake beneath a full moon, struggling to swim but feeling the wonder of nature.

“S…Sir…" Jake muttered. The King purred at that.

“In another life, I was known as Miles…" The King said softly, “You did an audit of the warehouse I worked in. You assessed its functionality, its efficiency, its workforce. You did your duty, and you recommended several individuals for promotion, including me. You wanted me to become a manager, though the company decided I was only fit to be assistant manager. They assigned me here." the King purred.

“Miles…" Jake said, his brow furrowing in concentration, “Miles…. Howell?" he muttered. The King grinned wide at that. He stood up, leaned over the guard rail, grabbed Jake by the shoulder and lifted him off the floor. Jake yelped, dangling mid air, held only by a giant bee's hands. His shoes toppled off, falling to the floor below. The King set Jake down on the stage and let out a huge laugh again.

“You remember! That's so kind… I knew you had good taste." the King bellowed, “You saw in me what others couldn't. I came here, I did my work, I tried to get recognized…. the grind as a human was tough. I came out to this building to wind down, to relax… and that's when I found the blue honey. It revolutionized the way I wanted to work, the way I knew work could be done. One by one, other workers found me here. I gave them my honey. We grew our hive together… and it's all thanks to what you saw in me, Jake. I want to thank you. I want to reward you." the King grinned.

“I was just doing my job." Jake muttered, looking up at the bee-hemoth before him. the King grinned.

“That may be so, but anyone doing a good job should be rewarded." the King said, reaching down. He ran his finger over the edge of his dick, collecting some of his own natural honey. Lifting it up, he smeared it across Jake's lips. Jake didn't try to lick or suck the King's finger clean, but mere exposure was enough. His solid black eyes would have dilated if they weren't entirely dark already. Lighting bolted through Jake's body. His cock got harder than he'd ever have thought it capable, his nipples were like diamonds and if he couldn't have known better, it was as if his ass started drooling? He licked his lips clean and then moaned. His mouth tingled. The sugar water had been strong on its own, but this tasted like pure ambrosia. it was so sweet, but there was just a slight tang of savory to it. Jake was so hungry, so horny! He moaned and fell to his knees.

“Please! Pleaseee!" he begged. The King grinned, raising his upper set of arms.

“Tonight, we celebrate!!!" he shouted to his hive. The bee bros all cheered and began to press into one another, kissing and humping lewdly, rubbing their bodies together. None of them had a single hesitation. With their reverie started, the King looked back to Jake. He reached down with one hand to caress Jake's cheek, using another to hold the back of his head in place, and then the lower two arms lifted his mighty royal scepter. Jake's eyes widened as the big round head of the black shaft pushed between his lips, popping in a good several inches. The size of it pried his jaw wide, making it hard to close his throat. The King murmured with contentment, his mandibles chittering as his eyes fluttered shut.

For a moment nothing happened. Jake stretched his tongue out to tease the rubbery slit before him. His tongue slipped into the urethra far easier than he had expected. In fact, he could slide it in and out, tongue fucking the King's cock slit. The King's antennas twitched at that and he groaned, holding Jake's head tighter as he threw his head back and roared. A sudden gush of potent, sticky, syrup like cum suddenly gushed into his mouth. He gulped at it, though his cheeks still bulged with the quantity. Gulp after gulp, his skin lifted up in goose bumps. his own cock was almost hurting at how hard it was. He swallowed and swallowed, letting it coat his throat, his stomach, filling him up so quickly. The huge hand at the back of his head massaged it lovingly.

Much like the sugar water, this royal honey tasted of summer incarnate. It was sickly sweet like an otter pop, floral like the clover, warm and gooey like how summer felt to the soul… but more than that, it felt manly. Jake obediently lapped the honey up, or rather gulped it down. His glistening black eyes gazed upwards towards the King affectionately, his human cock starting to stretch and swell before him, turning from red to purple with how much blood was pumping into the tissues. What happened next was subtle, like the early rays of dawn creeping across the horizon. The soft invisible hairs on Jake's skin began to take on color. In some places they grew brighter, turning white and then a golden yellow. In other places the hairs darkened to brown and then black. The fuzz crept across Jake's exposed chest and down his arms, then his legs before spreading across his back.

The other bee bros murmured in satisfaction, watching Jake's fuzz come in. His arms were striped in ribbons of gold and black that accentuated his musculature. His nipples, however, seemed to be darkening at a rather rapid clip.

“That's it, not a larva for much longer…" The King growled, looking down happily. He released his hand from Jake's head and used his lower two arms to lift Jake up to his feet. He rose like a rag doll, caring about nothing apart from the honey he was drinking. He was a little limp when he was set on his feet but he still stood, using the new position to wrap both hands around the King's rod, jerking him off hungrily. The King gestured with a hand and one of the bees from before ascended the stage.

“What may I do to serve, my king?" The bee asked, one hand idly tugging on his pierced rubbery black nipple.

“Ensure that our guest knows the love of the hive." The King said. The bee grinned and swept in behind Jake. Two sets of arms slipped around the mutating human, massaging his pecs, his stomach, easing and tweaking his nipples. The most welcome surprise, however, was the pressure that easily pressed between his ass cheeks, probing at his hole.

In mere moments a new rush of hot, sticky honey cum began dribbling across his hole. The skin responded in many ways. It darkened, turning from pink to brown and then black. The flesh grew stronger but more pliable, almost becoming rubbery. It also dilated, making room. The bee bro pushed in, sliding in an inch, then three, then five. He plumbed deep into Jake's depths while he fondled his front side. The bee leaned down to nibble and nuzzle at the back of Jake's neck. Feeling that strong chest and stomach against his back, Jake started to whimper with need and longing until one of the many hands around him found his cock and began to stroke it.

The sound of undulating bodies making love began to fill the warehouse. Countless bees had found one another, though many eyes were still on stage. Jake was starting to instinctively buck between the cock in his ass and the hand around his cock. He moaned and murmured. His belly felt so full of cum, but it kept coming. It was enough to feed an entire hive… Rather than pooling in one place though, Jake's body was in overdrive. His stomach juices churned that honey into energy.

The sugar was converted into raw resources his body could use. His arms were swelling, his legs were thickening. Pops and snaps and cracks came from his feet as they broadened wider and stretched longer to support his growing weight. As much as Jake wanted to drink, his mouth had started to feel strange. Parts of his cheeks were stiff and numb, even unresponsive. He kept moving his head, but there was friction where there wasn't supposed to be. His brow tried to crease with frustration, but his forehead felt strange too. The skin was too tight, too thick. There were… bumps?

Jake's body began to lift off the floor with each thrust of his partner as the cock rammed deep. He grunted a bit, feeling the mass of his ass cheeks shifting. His hole remained there, ready to be plowed, but his ass cheeks seemed to be shifting upwards, outwards, backwards. It wasn't just fat filling those meat pillows. There was more… The skin got a little sturdier and firm as it stretched out behind him. His lips tried to widen around the King's cock in wonder, but two tiny protrusions emerged from the corners of his mouth. His mandibles twitched and shivered as they grew in, distorting his face with a faint beak-like protrusion.

Grunts and moans of satisfaction came from behind Jake as his bee bro came hard and fast, filling him from the other end. The deluge of hot sticky semen made Jake feel so alive. The pressure built and built and built until it popped out in the form of his antennae. The two bumps had burst out into wriggling segmented finger-like protrusions that rose out and up from his forehead. He whimpered a little as the beastly muscled specimen behind him pulled out and another bee stepped forward, eagerly plunging his cock into the sloppy receptacle. In moments he was thrusting just as hard and fast as his predecessor was, uncaring that another bee's juices were dripping down his dick and balls to gather in a puddle on the floor.

Something in Jake made him look up obediently at the King, his glassy black eyes hopeful. Was this correct? Was this right? Was he being a good bee? The King looked so proud that Jake's heart fluttered with joy and more than just a little overabundance of royal honey. Yes, he was meant to be bred like this, filled by drone after drone after drone after drone after… oh yes. That was his fate, his meaning, the daily grind he'd been meant to do. He'd been born for this and he'd found his true calling. All it had taken was the King to awaken it in him, to bring out the busy bee he should have been all along.

Muffled sounds of tendons and bones and ligaments echoed inside of Jake's fleshy cell. He stretched taller as vertebrae expanded, ribs pushed apart, muscles elongated. His bones felt odd. They were growing, but they weren't getting heavier. He felt hot, almost like he was being baked from the inside out. Portions of his body where the fuzz didn't cover were getting harder too. The hands that worked the King's rod were gaining dark splotches. His pink fleshy skin turned black and then hardened, the outer layers of skin taking on a plastic-like thickness. His fingers were coated in natural chitlin that stretched into points. There was something about gaining the hands of a bee that made Jake feel even more horny and delighted. His antennae tilted and twitched as he enjoyed his corruption.

By the time the fifth bee stepped up to fuck Jake, his abdomen had swollen to nearly three feet long. It was growing fatter and rounder and plumper with every bee that fucked him. It felt like a factory of its own with shifting organs and tissues stretching out into what had once merely been a pillow of flesh to sit upon. Jake felt nearly cum-drunk as he recalled the song about big butts and those who loved them. He tensed some muscles and the abdomen twitched, pulling up against the chest of the bee behind him. A small, subtle, slightly curved barb slowly extruded itself from Jake's abdomen. The bee bro behind him grinned wide before he leaned forward. A long pink tongue emerged from between his mandibles before he began to lick and suck and slurp on Jake's stinger.

Jake's black eyes widened for a moment before he clenched them shut. His antennae went straight up, his new rubbery black nipples felt moist and then his long, thick, club like black cock began to spasm. The first few moments were strange as a few spurts of silky white cum erupted, landing on the floor, seeming out of place. That alien confusion of human semen was quickly burned away as a much thicker, stickier, hotter, gooier golden honey began to spurt and spray out of his shaft, splattering to the floor before the king. The bee bro behind him was sucking his stinger off, careful of the dangerous tip, knowing it could spell disaster if Jake actually strung him… but there was something about the deadly tool that was too hard to resist, especially when the bee had to hold Jake's fat abdomen against his chest in order to get close enough to fuck his hole.

“What a good bee…" The King murmured, looking down at Jake. The last of his human trappings were either disappearing or shifting. His sandy brown hair had turned a golden yellow, falling around his boyish face in a shaggy mop. His neck was thickening rapidly, chords of muscles coming down onto his broad shoulders. His chest looked like a CPR dummy with its perfect muscles and black rubbery texture, his nipples sticking out obscenely. His dick had to be at least sixteen inches long, still pouring out honey cum, extending from above plump avocado sized balls. All that was missing was a way to fly. The King slowly withdrew his cock from the bee's mouth, making Jake gasp for breath. He only realized then how long he'd gone without air, at least in his lungs. How had he been surviving all that time? Had he been absorbing the oxygen? He murmured at that as a ring of puffy fuzz sprouted around his throat like a collar.

The bee that had been making out with Jake's stinger threw his head back and roared out as he came suddenly, adding his own donation to Jake's bounty. Jake's body gurgled, receiving cum from yet another donor. It tried to put it to good use, digesting in reverse, drawing the semen in deeper. Jake tensed a little, still reeling from the King detaching from him. When he looked up, however, the King was leaning down, tilting his head. Their mandibles brushed and their tongues found one another.

As they kissed, Jake started to feel butterflies - but they weren't in his stomach. The fluttering, tingling, almost effervescent sensation was coming from his upper back. The skin tensed, tightened, dried out and crinkled. Black flesh drained of color until waxy translucent membranes began to twitch and crust and flake, breaking free. Two pairs of wings unfurled from his massive back, fluttering wide before tucking back in tight. The skin beneath was raw but fresh and healthy. The King slowly broke the kiss, standing back up to his full height. He reached out a hand to lift Jake's head by the fuzzy chin, admiring his handiwork.

“A fine addition to the hive. Our workforce has never been stronger." The king grinned.

“I live to serve, I serve to live." Jake said. The king chuckled at that before lifting his many arms, gesturing with hands.

“Blue honey for everyone! This is a celebration!" He proclaimed. The bees seemed to swarm and surge around them, heading for some of the metal barrels. Jake smiled without really knowing why, but he did think about when he'd first shown up. He'd seen the bees cumming into those barrels, but they looked like an older version of the barrels that the Amazonian company preferred to use. Had the company dealt in something tainted that started all this? Had… had what? Did it matter? He was with his people, a busy bee in a happy hive. The king had declared celebration and that was just what he was going to do! Jake grinned, his mandibles curving wide as he brushed shoulder to shoulder with all the bees lining up for their reward for a hard day's work.

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Early dawn sunlight crept across the field of clover, sweeping silently towards the warehouse. The air still smelled of dew that kissed the clover and soaked the upper layers of soil beneath. A faint rumble came as the dock doors began to lift along the backside of the warehouse, revealing the rusty wax hexagons inside. A half dozen of the bee men emerged, walking out across the cement, heading towards the portion of the fence that had been cut away. Among them, near the back, was Jake. The cement felt perfect beneath his bee feet, still retaining just a bit of the previous day's heat. It soaked through the black chitlin that coated his digits.

As Jake yawned, his mandibles spread wide and he blinked sleepily, his glossy black eyes opening wide with wonder and enthusiasm for the coming day. His wings fluttered behind his back and he began to stride forward, swinging his arms forward and back as his muscular chest heaved with breath. He couldn't wait to grow extra arms. He could do so much more work with them, not to mention more play when he was back with the bee bros. Every step felt like an affirmation of his new life. His abdomen was so fat and full and perfect, his wings spreading out behind him. Enzymes filled his gut, ready to digest the clover pollen and turn it into everything the hive demanded. As the bees set out to their work, silence fell across Warehouse 44 once more. Jake's car sat collecting dust in the lot. It was a relic of one more worker lost to the hive.