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Aqua groaned awake, shuddering with delight. She was still affixed to the wall of the Stinging Bees’ hive, and had been for three or four days now—or, at least, for what passed as days here in the Realm of Darkness.

She was pregnant again—pregnant in a novel, completely unanticipated way. This time, it was not her own offspring occupying her womb. She had been utilized by the Heartless as a storage container, a living nurturer for their eggs.

And she couldn’t be happier.

Her belly strained under the pressure, having gone from trim to burdened in a matter of an hour or less. Even now, days later, she still felt aftershocks from when they’d laid eggs in her, small lashes of discomfort flashing out of her taut skin and loping through her being. Before long the discomfort faded into a dull, delicious ache, not unlike the way her pussy ached after a good fuck. Her maternal instincts were going into overdrive, flooding her with happiness and bliss, and whenever she shifted in her spot on the wall and felt the soft, pliant eggs tumble over themselves within her womb, she felt warm happiness and pride glowing inside of her. Her breasts had doubled up on milk production, swelling nicely, and the Stinging Bees were more than happy to tend to them, lapping and sucking at her hard teats to get the milk out.

They took care of her in other ways, too. They constantly pushed honey and nectar on her, which she gulped down greedily, and under their attentions, she never wanted for sustenance. Indeed, they fed her with such thorough regularity that on occasion, her tummy felt even heavier than her womb. And whenever her arousal became too much to bear and her pussy flowered open, revealing its tender flushed lips and its dripping eagerness, one of the hive always fluttered down dutifully, lapping at her cunt as if it was a honeyed blossom. The feeling of the bees’ tongues against her folds and dancing around her clit was sublime, and before long, Aqua had experienced what it was like to come from having a bee eat you out. And whenever she pleased them—after a long session where she nourished them with milk; after she shuddered, climaxing with a whimpering sigh from their attentions; or after she ate her dinner of nectar and honey like a good little broodmother—they always rewarded her with a renewed spray of pheromones. The flowery, spicy scent was like a finger on her spine: it made her heartrate dance and brought her sunflashes of delight and ecstasy. At times like this, the Keyblade Master gyrated her hips—the only bit of movement left to her after being sealed to the hive with wax—and moaned as she felt the eggs tumble over themselves within her womb.

And the eggs themselves were far from static. They grew and grew, to the point where a mere two days after having them deposited in her, Aqua grunted at the new tautness of her gravid belly. Although the Heartless had fixed her in such a way that the hive itself bore nearly all her weight, she still felt her belly trying to pull her downward, the growing eggs occupying more and more space. A few days and further growth more, and Aqua was as big as she had ever been. Even the Dark Hide had not left her so laden. She had whimpered, wriggling as best she could despite being immobilized by the bees—unable to shift position, unable even to reach up and cradle her straining tummy. She knew that the growing eggs within weren’t her biological children, but she didn’t really care.

“Little ones,” she had once whispered to them in the darkening hive, only a few worker bees around to hear her words, “I’m so glad to nurture you like this. Mommy Aqua is here to take care of you… oh, I’d do it all over again.”

And she rolled her hips back and shivered at the sensation of the jellied eggs tumbling in her womb, and imagined that was their way of saying thanks.

The night after, a sharp sudden feeling woke her. Something was happening in her womb, but she had no idea what. She swayed from side to side, whining out wordlessly—“Ahhh, hnnnnn, aaaaahhhnnnnnn”—as she tried to figure out what was happening. Finally, she felt something wriggle inside of her, the feeling making her gasp with unanticipated pleasure as it stroked the inside of her womb. It was joined by another—and then another.

Her breath caught. The eggs were hatching in her womb. Before long there was more than just a little bit of movement. It seemed all of them had hatched.

There had been fourteen bees in all, and they’d laid six eggs each. That meant that Master Aqua was now teeming with no fewer than seventy-two Heartless grubs, each of whom was not shy about wriggling against her sensitive womb. Indeed, they were all quite active.

Before long her rapturous shrieks had roused the whole hive. Stinging Bees crowded around her, darting in errant worry as their incubator thrashed in what little way she could. Her already-swollen belly had grown even more massive, and you could see the life teeming beneath it, the wriggling of the grubs visible as small pulses of movement.

“P-please,” Aqua begged—to whom, she didn’t know. “Let them c-come out already, I—nnnn—I n-need it, I—oh, f-fuck, I—oh spirits, I can’t b-bear it, I can’t—the s-sensations—I—hnnngl, glrk…”

Her rambling pleadings were cut off as the Heartless pushed honey onto her. Even amidst the impossible sensation of over seventy wriggling monster grubs in her womb, Aqua still gulped it down as she’d been taught, but the bees just brought more and more…

Then a sensation made her eyes almost bulge from her head. A Stinging Bee was lapping at her cunt again, but far faster and with more fervor than before. The sudden attention made her shudder with orgasm, and as she did, she felt her birthing canal widen.

It was time.

Just as the first of the grubs wriggled its way out of her womb and into her canal, the sudden pressure almost making her sob, no fewer than three Stinging Bees approached her face. They sprayed her with dose after dose of pheromones—loading her up again and again, and before long, she was so lost in rapture that all else became an afterthought.

Amidst the pheromone-driven haze, Aqua was barely cognizant of her cunt shuddering open as it squeezed out Heartless grubs. She felt the tightness as they breached her opening to taste fresh air for the first time, the relief-giving feeling of it closing afterwards, the way it slowly forced itself open again as another grub approached. Amidst the swirl of ecstasy she was aware that Stinging Bees were ferrying the newly-born grubs up to her breasts so that they could suckle from her. She found herself cradling one against her breast, striking its slimy head with one finger, and pouting as the Heartless carried it away to be replaced by another. There were more grubs being born than the Heartless could keep up with, and she felt the small sensation of these unattended newborns crawling up her body to rest on the gradually-diminishing globe of her belly. One made it all the way to her shoulder, where it curled against the crook of her neck.

Finally, after long hours of birthing, Aqua was left trembling and panting against the hive wall, her labors finished. She’d brought dozens of new baby Heartless into the world.

Hopefully these ones will be as unaggressive as their parents, she managed to think before spiraling into sweet, exhausted slumber.

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For a few days that followed, she was allowed recuperation by the insectoid Heartless. They attended to her with tenderness, and fed her soft nectar. When she was tired they bathed her with a new form of pheromone, which was soft and pleasant like roses and sent her slowly bobbing off to sleep.

Of course, the hive was always expanding, and before long, the larger, egg-laden Stinging Bees returned to her, their ovipositors quivering with anticipation to put their brood into their new and willing vessel.

They filled her again, and as her mind rocked from the blissful sensation, she bulged out, pregnant once more.

Aqua passed nearly two more weeks like this—impregnated with Heartless eggs, tended to as they increased with life and made her belly grow, and then the internal hatching followed by the laying. The wriggling of the grubs inside of her tightly packed womb was something she never got used to, and once she had the ill-timing of having the eggs hatch during a time when nearly the whole hive was out foraging. Without the bees to stimulate her to a faster birthing pace and haze her mind with pheromones, by the time they’d returned a few hours later they’d found her almost completely hoarse from her ecstatic cries, shaking and sobbing and aching from feeling hour upon hour of endless wriggling by her excitable brood. She had felt every squirming touch, every bulge, and every moment as they’d squeezed out of her, to the point where she felt so overwhelmed that by the time she was fully lucid again, the recuperation had already passed and she was pregnant once more.

Always, always they fixed her to the wall with wax, and Aqua found she didn’t mind: it left her free of worry. No longer did she have to defend herself against Heartless or struggle to wander with a big laden belly. The bees watched her, tended to her, and fed her, and she was content to settle down into her new role as the hive’s best-performing broodmother.

Eventually, however, the day came when she was to be filled again—and there was a suspicious dearth of activity. Frowning at the change, Aqua wondered what the difference was. The Stinging Bees eventually fluttered in, but none of the egg-heavy ones followed. Before she could wonder why, Aqua soon found that the cause was more than apparent.

A massive Heartless pushed into the chamber. She was huge, one of the biggest Heartless Aqua had ever seen—at least the size of two or three people’s heights stacked together. Her umbral face was fanged and grinning, like typical Heartless, and a massive blossom rested on her head like a crown. She had four grasping hands, one of which carried another flower like a scepter, and the Heartless was gilded up in gold and jewels like a true monarch. Her black-and-gold thorax was huge and bulbous, easily making most of her size, and her stinger was a multipronged spiked blue terror.

She was one of the most intimidating specimens Aqua had ever seen. She had wondered at the origin of the hive, but there could be no doubt now that the creature was before her eyes. This was most certainly the Queen Bee.

The Queen Bee approached and Aqua realized that unlike her spawn, this creature had no wings. She seemed to float entirely under her own power. The massive monster studied Aqua with a mix of curiosity and disdain and then chittered something to the Stinging Bees. They responded with fast and fierce chitterings of their own.

This close to the Queen Bee, Aqua realized that the Heartless’s thorax was swollen tight, even lumpy in places. She was definitely full up of eggs.

And she could be here, in front of the hive’s newest incubator, for only one reason.

Swallowing, Aqua piped up in a strained but stalwart voice: “I don’t know if I can take all of those… but I’ll hold as many as you want. I’m ready.”

The giant Heartless turned her attention to Aqua, though whether she understood the human or Aqua’s voice was simply a novel new sound, the Keyblade Master had no idea. Cocking her head this way and that, it seemed the Queen Bee made up her mind.

Her multipronged stinger peeled back, revealing a thick and commanding ovipositor as vibrant blue as the stinger had been. Approaching the hive wall, the queen braced herself against it with all four of her arms and her ovipositor began questing towards Aqua’s cunt.

Preparing herself, Aqua closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. She was as ready as she would ever be.

The moment the ovipositor found Aqua’s hole, it pushed in, forcing a long and throaty groan from the young woman. The queen’s ovipositor was far from the simple tool wielded by her workers: it was as big a thing as Aqua had ever taken, and every push into her forced Aqua further apart than she thought possible. When it met her cervix, the giant Heartless wasted no time—eggs quickly pushed their way down the ovipositor.

Unlike the previous ones, these were far bigger, to the point that when they met Aqua’s pussy lips, they had to strain past, stretching her apart even further in a way that left her reeling for breath. The eggs’ girth continued splitting her apart even more, and when they met her cervix, they teased it loose and plopped into her womb without ceremony.

The eggs filled her up fast, and before long Aqua was already left as big as the lesser members of the hive had ever left her. And yet the eggs kept coming. Aqua’s voice raised in wordless rapture as she was stuffed fuller than ever. Had she returned to human society in this state, she would have been thought overdue with sextuplets—at least. She was so massive that moving was out of the question, affixed to the wall or no. Her strained, naked belly was spotted with bumps, so tightly was it stretched. There could be no mistake that she was packed full of eggs.

When the Queen Bee finished, she still seemed highly laden—but her thorax had shrunken, slightly. She pulled her ovipositor out of Aqua with a plop that left the woman sobbing, and the Queen Bee churred with a strange mix of understanding, appreciation, and… relief?

Bending her head down, the Heartless gently cupped Aqua’s face with two of her massive hands and raised her chin up. Before Aqua knew what was happening, the Queen Bee’s mouth met hers.

Aqua grunted in surprise, but the kiss lasted only a brief time. Pulling back, the queen summoned one of her attendants. Another Stinging Bee—this one smaller and sleeker than the others—appeared, bringing a strange, grey-white jelly substance to the queen. The queen slurped it down eagerly, caressing her swollen thorax, and then turned to Aqua and nodded. More of the sleek bees darted to her, each of them carrying the white jelly.

The queen watched expectantly, and Aqua put two-and-two together: the jelly was needed for the incubation of these special, larger eggs. As she had with the honey and nectar, she accepted the jelly from the bees as well, drinking it down. The jelly had a thick, waxy texture and was mildly sweet, though severely outclassed in tastiness by the hive’s honey. Still, Aqua wasn’t going to complain if it helped her bear more Heartless, and before long her stomach was brimming with the jelly as bee after bee brought her some. Finally, her stomach packed tight, she denied any more with a shake of her head and the bees retreated.

Rolling her head up to look at the Queen Bee, Aqua shot an exhausted smile at the Heartless matriarch. “Your hive…” she said, her voice ragged, “doesn’t try taking hearts. I hope… my assistance convinces you that will never be necessary.”

The Queen Bee studied her, churring, and then nodded at the swarm. As the enormous Heartless took her leave, the Stinging Bees descended on Aqua, quickly chewing through the wax affixing her to the wall. With a groan, Aqua soon slumped to the hive floor under the weight of her massive, egg-stuffed womb. As she flexed and tested her arms and legs experimentally, getting used to using them again, the bees gathered around her and, working together, managed to lift her up. They carried her out the hive and into the darkening air.

Aqua had no idea how fast or how far they were traveling through the Realm of Darkness, though it must have been hours at least. She was more preoccupied with the fact that the queen’s eggs were developing at an extremely fast rate, surging with growth. Was this the effect of the jelly she’d eaten, or were the queen’s eggs different? Aqua was quickly coming to suspect that she was bearing a regal brood, having been entrusted with future Queen Bees of her own. She felt honored.

The Stinging Bees found a meadow of grey, withered grasses in a sparse wood and set her down gently. One deposited a small bundle near her—her clothing, which she had almost forgotten about. Then, chittering soothingly at her, they bathed her in more pheromones.

She felt the eggs hatch within her.

The wriggling of the baby queens put the past experiences to shame, and Aqua’s delighted screams split the air of the Realm of Darkness. The Stinging Bees ducked down and lapped at her flushed pussy until she was ready to birth once more, and amidst the hazy exaltation bestowed by the pheromones, she squeezed out the oversized grubs. They numbered far fewer than her typical brood, but more than made up for it with size.

By the time she was finished, she had nine enormous grubs curling up to her. Two of them had fixed their mouths on her breasts and were dutifully sucking away, taking nourishment from the woman who had been their incubator, and others curled against her sides or in the crook of her arm, basking in Aqua’s warmth.

Unlike usual, the Stinging Bees did not spirit the grubs away, and they bobbed and weaved worriedly in the air.

Amidst the post-birth exhaustion, Aqua realized it. “These are new queens,” she said. “You want them to spread and make more hives.” She thought on it. Well, why not? The hive they had come from had been unaggressive and had treated her well—very well. Helping this type of Heartless spread could only be a good thing, and who knew? With more benevolent Heartless like this out there, perhaps the aggressive ones would change their ways by example.

“You’re worried you can’t defend them. Well, don’t.” She held out her hand and, though it had been weeks since it had last been called, her keyblade appeared as fast as ever. “They’re my brood too, and I’m the most dangerous thing in this entire plane.”

Whether her words, actions, or tone was what convinced them, Aqua couldn’t know, but the Stinging Bees seemed placated. They drifted away slowly, and Aqua smiled after them. She’d miss their attentions, their pheromones and honey and the way they worried themselves around her, but it was for the best. She couldn’t spend forever being their broodmother, after all. And besides… now she had another job to do.

Slowly sitting up, cradling the nursing grubs against her breasts, Aqua smiled down at them. “Little queens,” she told them, “you’re safe with me. And don’t worry. If you want to learn how to show lesser Heartless who’s boss… You have the best teacher around.” She reached over to pet one of them, running a finger gently along its head, and it picked up the pace as it nursed. The others crowded around her, chirping as they vied for attention.

Aqua smiled again. It was good to be the queen.