Story: Swarming Drive

Swarming Drive

Synopsis: Lucy becomes intimately familiar with giant swarming bees looking for a new home.

"Remember to keep the house shut up tight!" said Tia, shooting Lucy a stern glare. "They're predicting swarming next week, and you don't want to get caught up in a new nesting site!"

Lucy waved her off, barely giving it a thought. Work had consumed most of her mental effort lately. She had been working long hours to get the presentation right. She couldn't afford to flub it - this would be her best chance to snag a promotion!

As a result, when the radio announced a swarm, she was forced to hurry down the stairs, cranking the windows shut and closing the heavy metal shutters. None too soon, either. The enormous, human sized bees had arrived soon after, dragging their spindly feet through the air as their wings flapped together, generating a loud hum.

There were so many of them. They seemed to fill the purple sky with their presence, the suburban streets glutted with huge, fuzzy bodies.

Normally, they kept to themselves and ignored the humans that shared their world. Some early recorded encounters had ended badly, but that was only for the idiots who had tried to steal their honey. The unfortunate thieves were found weeks later, desiccated remains glued to one of the honeycombs in the hive.

That had hit the nightly news for a solid week, and was the talk of town long after. A heavily equipped squad from off world was called in to wipe out the nest. The extermination was televised, showing everyone just how fierce the bees could be when threatened.

The first two exterminators had advanced with energy shields extended, taking the blows raining down upon them from claws and stingers. This worked to an extent, but the shields had not been designed to cover their flanks, and the number of bees attacking them was immense.

Some of the stingers managed to find chinks in their defenses, ichor sizzling against armor. Fortunately, it wasn't strong enough to burn through the thick plated durasteel. Even so, there had been so many of the bees that they were unable to advance.

The soldiers behind them had been forced to clear off the biomass with their flamethrowers, heat from the flames blistering the skin inside the suits of the blocking force.

This tactic was undeniably effective, but difficult to direct further out, where more bees were swarming. These were taken care of by crew served weapons mounted on top of armored cars.

Blistering bolts of superheated plasma pierced the bees, tearing huge chunks out of them. More bees replaced their fallen bodies, but their numbers were finite, while the soldiers had brought plenty of ammunition.

With this show of force, it hadn't taken long for the team to contain the nest, leaving only a giant, rotund Hive structure sitting on the ground. Some of the bravest troops had gone inside to retrieve the queen.

They had taken the insect with them for unknown purposes. Research, she supposed. It didn't matter. At least the ugly bitch was gone.

Other than a few other incidents, the bees were harmless as long as she stayed inside. The bees weren't known to break into properly sealed homes. Everyone knew to hunker down when they were passing through.

She sighed, feeling secure. She shuddered to think of what could have happened if she had missed the alert.

At any rate, she was safe. Time to finish the laundry. She hummed to herself as she skipped down the steps to the first level, checking the dryer.

As she popped open the door, the smell of fresh linens filled the small room. Pawing through the floral patterned skirts and shirts, she dropped them into her basket.

She was beginning to think of putting the kettle on when a faint buzzing noise disturbed her. She frowned, standing still, straining to focus on the odd noise.

All she could hear was the faint ticking of the kitchen clock, and the hum of the refrigerator. Shrugging, she picked up her laundry basket and walked back to the stairs, climbing towards her bedroom.

A cool thread of air wafted down the stairs. Was that a draft? No, not possible, unless she had forgotten to close her bedroom window.

Her heart lurched. She had rushed downstairs when the alert had come on. Had she remembered to secure the upstairs shutters?

She rushed into her room, sliding on her heels as she spotted the giant bee sitting on her mattress. Gigantic, black compound eyes stared from its implacable face. Its fur was tough, but golden as the sun, with three black stripes decorating its body from front to back. It rattled its wings, causing a faint buzz.

Lucy felt equal parts fear and relief. It was a worker drone. Lacking a stinger, it was not dangerous. If she could get the shutter closed, everything would still be okay.

In retrospect, the thought was foolish, but she was in a panic. She dropped her laundry and creeped around the periphery of the room, watching the bee carefully in case it decided to move. It seemed content to watch her, giving off that strange buzzing noise.

Her heel turned as she stepped on a book she had left on the floor the night before. She stumbled, biting out a curse as she broke her fall by grabbing the dresser. Breathing heavily, she turned to look at the bee, but it hadn't moved.

The hum of its buzzing filled the room, giving off a warm, cozy feeling. She felt a sudden urge to sit down and look at the bee. To bask in its presence.

She shook her head. That was ridiculous. Once she locked the shutters, she would call the authorities and they would come sort this out.

Limping, she held onto the top of the dresser, navigating around the foot of the bed. The window was just beyond, but she was having a hard time looking away from the bee's giant fuzzy abdomen. Its fragile looking wings were still buzzing.

The sound had wormed its way into her ears. She was feeling sleepy. She wanted nothing more than to find a couch and relax.

She blinked slowly, her long eyelashes framing the bee which had filled her vision. Its antennae bobbed back and forth as it watched her. It was almost cute.

Close the shutters. They needed to be closed.

Turning in a daze, she shrieked. A humongous bee was clinging to the window frame, its face mere inches from hers. It lunged forward, proboscis jamming into her mouth. Its mandibles closed around her skull, locking her in place as a leathery tube entered her throat.

Lucy jerked and choked as it forced its way down, her throat spasming around the appendage. Unable to back away, she was unable to escape as the bulge worked its way down her throat.

Her hands batted against the enormous abdomen of the assaulting bee, fingers uselessly tearing at its fur. Her vision began to go black from lack of oxygen.

A great pressure came at her lips, and her head was tilted upwards. The interior of the tube swelled, opening her throat to accept its cargo. The bee's wings buzzed, and something hot broached her throat. It was filling her up from the inside, force feeding her its honey!

She squirmed weakly as her vision faded out, stomach bulging. She felt bloated, head bobbing as the insect pumped her full.

Before she passed out, she could feel a terrible squirming in her chest. The bee pulled back, the tube withdrawing from her throat. She sputtered, retching as it was ejected from her mouth, choking on honey as she desperately gasped for air.

The end of the proboscis squirted back and forth, sticky fluid spattering all over her face. She collapsed backwards on the bed, moaning as her body strained to regain equilibrium.

She couldn't focus on anything. A buzzing hum was all around her, the sickly sweet taste of honey staining her lips. Unconsciously, her jaw worked, her tongue extending to taste more of the yellow substance.

The flavor was incredible. She could hardly believe how amazing it was. Feeling her belly, she grinned. Full up. She had been filled to the brim with honey. A vessel for them to store their food.

The more she tasted, the less she cared about the bees. Her arousal spiked, snatch wet. It was too much for her. She needed so much more!

Folding up her camisole, she fumbled at her pants, unrolling the gray material to get at her panties. Sliding them down her legs, she stuck her hand into her nethers, rubbing her pussy with her index finger.

She was so ferociously hot that she could think of nothing else. Her body was a bright spot that needed. She needed so much more.

A warm, pulsing body covered her, pushing her down into the mattress. The buzzing hum was on top of her, blocking her vision with an image of yellow fur. It was moving up, exposing its rotund body ribbed with darker colors. She could see inside the insect's flesh through a semi-transparent layer, sunlight from the window acting as a backlight.

Large eggs filled its abdomen, packed in tight. At the end was a fleshy tube, wiggling as the bee lowered its body towards Lucy.

The aphrodisiac effect of the honey and its hypnotizing humming prevented her from becoming too alarmed until it was too late.

The bee's ovipositor plunged into her pussy, pulsing as it seated itself inside her slick passage. She began to moan, rolling her hips on the bed as the tube pushed in deeper. Her eyes rolled as the tip knocked against her cervix, the pain serving to bring her back down to earth.

Her sudden lucidity was not kind to her. She was speared on the insect's ovipositor, bloated and shaky. The tube widened inside her and a large ovoid pressed against her snatch.

She wailed as the large object was squeezed up her vagina, legs shaking as she stared at the bug’s alien, compound eyes. Its mandibles clacked together as the egg rammed against her cervix.

Another egg soon joined the first, filling her to the brim. The squeezing, pulsing tube pressed further and further, making her feel as though she would be split in two!

Her chin wobbled and she cried out, pain and pleasure wrapped around the appendage speared into her core. She burped, the taste of honey invading her mouth, calming her.

At the same time, her body gave up its struggle, the first egg slipping past her tight muscles and into her uterus. This opened the flood for what was to follow. Egg after egg flowed up the ovipositor, slipping inside her swelling belly.

She had already thought she was as large as she could possibly get, but each egg that was jammed inside her proved that wrong. She squealed as she felt her belly, small bumps visible under her skin. She was being turned into a broodmother!

Somehow, the thought didn't frighten her. Whatever the bee was doing to her with that hum was removing her concerns, taking her to an altered plane of consciousness.

The ovipositor slipped from between her legs, job complete. She wasn't certain whether she had experienced an orgasm - her pleasure was a continous warm buzz at her crotch.

She pressed her fingers against her clit, surprised to find that it had been encased under a layer of wax. The bee must have sealed her up so that its eggs couldn't come back out. Its young would grow inside her, growing large and strong. She had been turned into an incubator.

She squeezed her legs together and buzzed at her fuzzy friends, rubbing her bloated tummy. Their mandibles clacked with anticipation, indicating their satisfaction. She didn't know why everyone was so afraid of them. The others would learn to love the bees as much as she did.

***

"Lucy? Lucy?"

Where had that darn girl gotten off to? She was a scatter brained ditz at the best of times, but she was usually pretty reliable.

Sighing, she tossed her keys on the table. She had been delayed getting back due to the bee swarm, but for the most part, it wasn't too bad. Not quite as many as had been forecasted, for whatever reason. Even so, she had scanned the dark lavender sky after getting out of her car, just in case.

Opening the freezer, she retrieved an ice cream bar. A small treat seemed just the thing after a stressful day.

Removing the wrapper, she took a lick and closed her eyes to savor the taste. When she opened them again, she frowned. There was a low hum coming from upstairs. Had Lucy left the radio on again? Or had she brought home yet another paramour?

Crossing the hallway, she noted the washer had finished its cycle, but the clothes hadn't yet been moved to the dryer. She raised a brow, but didn't even consider doing it herself. Lucy had skated by long enough. She needed to do her own chores.

She bit off some of the shell, crunching frozen chocolate between her teeth. "Lucy?" she shouted. "Your laundry is done! You need to keep it moving so I can start mine!"

There was no response. Perhaps she was out?

The humming from upstairs seemed to be growing in volume. It was starting to get on her nerves.

She sighed, climbing the stairs. "Where are you?" she asked, annoyed. "Why won't you answer me?"

Turning at the landing, she knocked on Lucy's door. The hum had gotten louder, and seemed to be somewhere inside. When there came no response, she cracked the door open.

"What is going on in here?" she complained. "It sounds like a nuclear power plant. I can barely think…"

She trailed off, dropping her ice cream on the floor. She clapped her hands over her mouth and screamed.

Lucy was lying nude on the bed, legs spread. A bulbous growth was attached to her nethers, extending down past her knees. It was dark and furry, with three horizontal yellow stripes circling the exterior.

It flexed as Lucy strained, her back arching. As it lifted up, a white, oval object slowly extruded from the tip. Lucy gasped, rolling her head. "It feels so fucking great! I love giving birth!"

The egg slipped from her birth canal, dropping softly onto the bed. Lucy lifted her head and looked at Tia with a broad grin. Her teeth had lengthened into fangs, eyes sunken orange ovals in her gaunt face.

"The queen gave these to me," she said in a low voice. "She was swarming. She needed to spread the Hive, and I was a fertile candidate."

She grabbed her enlarged breasts, massaging oiled skin. Trailing her fingers, she danced talons over the tips of her rigid nipples.

She keened as another egg breached the tip of her abdomen. "I'm being changed," she groaned. "Remade into this Hive’s queen. The Hive needs to expand. To survive and make new nests."

She fixed her black pupils on Tia. "You are going to help me."

She sat up, running her hands over her abdomen. Flexing her shoulders, a large pair of wings unfolded, extending over her head. She frowned in concentration, and they sprung to life, buzzing.

Buzzing just like the humming she had been hearing earlier. The hum that had infiltrated her brain and was preventing her from leaving. She wanted to gasp. To cry. To tell her this was sick, but she found it difficult to catch her breath.

The only thought in her mind was to run, to get away from the horrible view of her friend being turned into some kind of hybrid bee. She turned, intending on rushing down the stairs, but her way out was blocked.

A humongous bee had reared up on its rear legs, antennae swishing as it rushed her. The weight of its body slammed into her upper chest, bowling her over. Her butt pressed into the bed, and she suddenly found herself looking up at an unrolling proboscis.

The earlier paralysis had faded, and now she screamed again, her atavistic fear of insects driving her terror. Hands grabbed her shoulders, squeezing hard. A voice was in her ear. "They're not so terrible. Take a deep breath, and he'll show you what I mean."

Her friend’s hands clamped down, holding her in place as the proboscis rammed inside her mouth. Choking, she was forced to swallow as it pushed deeper. Her chest lurched as it slipped all the way in, the bee buzzing happily.

Her throat throbbed as it pumped its nectar inside her, feeding her roughly. She felt warm and cold at the same time, sweat beading on her brow.

It went on for what seemed like forever, but soon the bee had exhausted its reserves. It began to pull out, her throat gagging as it rejected the slimy tube. The tip spilled out over her chin, the end jerking as it spat honey all over her upper chest. The goop ran between her breasts, coating them with the sticky substance.

The gooey liquid smelled unbelievably good. Her mouth felt amazing, tingling with sweet textures. Working her lips, she swallowed, the surgery sweetness soothing her throat as it slid back down.

The fear had gone. In its place was desire. She needed more.

She ran her hands over her chest, picking up the yellow honey with her fingers. Curious, she opened and closed her hand, admiring the sticky strings that webbed between her fingers.

Her lust returned, and she jammed them into her mouth. She sucked and licked them desperately, extracting as much as she could, but there was so little of the sweet nectar left.

When the last little bit had gone, she stared at the bee and patted her firm belly, feeling the honey slosh inside her as she rolled her hips. She opened and closed her mouth, trying hard not to run away in fear.

"More," she requested in a monotone. "I need more."

Another bee moved into position, unrolling its dark red proboscis. She opened her mouth willingly, yellow liquid spurting from its tip. Raising her hands, she took hold of the fleshy tube, milking it with her lips.

She thrust her head forward and back, swallowing as it gushed thick honey into her mouth. She almost couldn't keep up, but when it spilled from her lips, the bee drew back. It courteously waited for her to swallow before offering it to her again.

The humongous compound eyes were still freaking her out, but that fear was tempered by the taste of honey. She took another swallow, realizing that she was full.

Drawing back, she swirled her tongue around the tip, giggling as it ejected a glob of honey onto her breasts. "It tastes so damn good!" she exclaimed, rubbing it over her nipples.

She moved her hands down and cupped her bloated belly. Her clothing was too tight. She needed to remove it so that more honey could be packed into her.

Uncinching the floral belt at her waist, her dress billowed outwards. It felt itchy, still too constricting. It was much better to be without clothing. To present herself nude to be filled by the bees.

She pulled her arms in and shrugged the dress over her head, tossing it to the corner of the room. Lucy took the opportunity to stroke her sides, making the honey in her belly wobble back and forth. She should feel nauseous, but the warm blanket of the cheerful hum uplifted her.

She wanted nothing more than to continue sitting on the bed and eat more of the glorious honey. "More," she said huskily.

Lucy kissed her on the cheek. "I'm sorry, but we can't fill you all the way up just yet." She chuckled. "You'll get too heavy to transport, silly!"

Tia turned and gave her a sloppy kiss, her lips sticking to Lucy's cheek. As she pulled away, a string of honey hung in an arc. Lucy pressed an index finger against Tia's nose. "Honey bucket sluts should behave. Your queen will give you a special treat if you do!"

She scooped up the line of honey stretching from Tia's lips and sucked it down, closing her glowing eyes in ecstacy. "Oh, yes, that tastes amazing. It's a shame I can't have any more. Won't be light enough to fly if I have too much!"

The fragile wings on her back buzzed. "They're still developing, but they will be ready in time for the migration."

She tilted her head, pausing for a moment. "In fact, you've arrived at the perfect time. The scout bees are about to return."

The buzzing hum increased, a draft blowing into the room from an open window. Two slender women flew inside, one after another. Feet planted on the ground, they stood in front of the shutters, shoulder to shoulder.

They were nude, but their skin was covered with long strands of bee fuzz, coloring them yellow. The fur circled their breasts, highlighting the perfect, taut globes. Unlike Lucy, the rounded abdomens that hung between their legs were petite. Five thin horizontal stripes circled the bulbous protuberences.

"Aren't they pretty little scouts?" asked Lucy. "I watched them walking past on the street outside and just had to have them for my own. They're so nimble!"

The twins buzzed their wings, dancing to one side in unison, their arms twisting in half circles. They crouched into a squat, their antennae wobbling as they shifted their hips. Taking small steps, they turned around, showing off their perfect butts.

"What… are they doing?" asked Tia, her mind clearing a little after the last of the honey slipped down her throat.

"The dance of Exploration," replied Lucy, lovingly patting her cheek. "When bees need to find a good spot for a new hive, they send off scouts to find an appropriate location. When they return, if they think the location is good, they do a little dance. The longer and more elaborate the dance, the more suitable the location will be."

The two bees tilted to one side, their arms extended as if they were flying. They whirled like tops, exposing their naked bodies. The wings on their backs whirred. They made a little hop, jumping high enough that the tips of their curving antennae brushed the ceiling.

Spinning in mid air, they landed on their feet, wide smiles on their faces. Grabbing each other's hands, they spun themselves around and around, using their wings to keep their balance. They hummed together, the volume rising.

When it reached a fever pitch, they embraced each other's heads and locked lips, kissing deeply. They remained that way for several long moments, smiling and backing away while holding each other's hands.

They turned and faced their Queen, bowing. She clapped at their performance. "That's what I've been waiting for. They've found a perfect spot."

Tia rolled her eyes and licked her lips. "Where?" she asked, thinking only of drinking gobs of honey.

Lucy quirked her lips. "Their dance encoded directions, but not the destination. That's not important anyway. They'll guide us there."

A large bee approached Lucy, waiting courteously for her attention. She gestured at it.

"Ugly, aren't they? Unfortunately, they'll have to do until I run out of donated eggs. My body is still adjusting to its new production."

She licked her lips as a large bee sidled over to her. She flipped her legs over the edge, groaning as she adjusted her bloated belly. The bee moved in close and she raised her abdomen, spreading her legs to present it to him.

A large, cone-like endophallus extended from the bee's torso, probing at her nethers. She moaned with satisfaction as it slipped inside. "Fortunately, the girth outweighs the strangeness. Fuck, yeah."

Laying back, she put her hands behind her head as the bee thrust in and out, her distended abdomen bouncing from the force. It wiggled back and forth, forcing her to squeeze it between her legs to keep it stationary.

Her abdomen telescoped like an accordion as the bee pummeled her interior, its upper legs waving as it ravaged her. She tossed her head back and forth, raising her butt off the bed.

Swirling her fingers around her nipples, she twisted the ends and gasped, grinning at the bee. "Almost as good as a man!" she declared.

The bee pushed in hard, waving its proboscis back and forth. Lucy groaned, breathing hard. "Yes, fuck yeah, fuck your Queen!"

She wobbled her butt in a circle, rotating her abdomen over the phallus. Freezing, she vibrated in place, clenching her teeth. Letting out a short shriek, she settled back onto the bed, the bee still embedded inside her.

Her face locked in orgasm, she shot Tia a rapturous glance. "You should be jealous. This feels fantastic. It's too bad you aren't a breeder. I have a feeling you'd really like it."

Tia burbled, unable to make herself more comprehensible. The honey was sitting heavy in the pit of her stomach, and all she could think about was having more.

"I suppose I shouldn't have expected anything else from a honey bucket." She clicked her tongue, pulling the phallus from her abdomen, shooing off her lover. "It's time to go. Let's find out what my scouts are so excited about."

A large bee wrapped itself around Tia's body and its wings buzzed, loud in her ears. Its proboscis unrolled, the tip resting between her lips. She drifted away, pacified by the mouthful of honey it delivered.

***

Harsh fluorescent lights flooded the enclosed space, highlighting machinery covered with pale yellow wax. Hexagonal tubes had been built from floor to ceiling on the far wall, stuffed with larvae and capped off. A few tubes were still free, and there were many more in construction.

The rumble of pumps and other machinery didn't bother Hive. The hum of their wings easily drowned out any other noise.

Tia watched from her corner, smiling at the busy bees as they worked to take care of the young eggs they were extracting one by one from her Queen's swollen snatch.

Her friend’s abdomen had swelled to enormous proportions, to the extent that she had difficulty moving around. Not that she needed to move much. Her role was to birth new eggs for the Hive, from which all manner of different workers would grow.

Hair had grown over her body, giving her a fuzzy appearance from a distance. Her main body was yellow, while her abdomen was black with three yellow stripes. She strained and stroked her furry belly, humming with her wings as another egg was expelled.

The workers surrounding her quickly grabbed the egg and carried it away, shutting it away in a small honeycomb, storing it for the future. Tia had watched this process for hours, the stored stacks of eggs growing ever larger, waiting for a proper host.

There came a scuffle from one of the ventilation ducts. Two female drones squeezed through the confined space, dragging a woman dressed in shorts and a crop top.

They brought her over to the center of the room, jamming her legs into a knee high pile of honey. Her feet squeezed into the yellow mass, being sucked inside as if it was quicksand. The woman groaned, looking around at the confined space with dazed eyes.

Her clothing had been torn apart by the bees, their furry bodies dull under the industrial lighting. Rendered into scraps by their talons, fabric fluttered to the floor in a heap. When their task was complete, the humanoid bees turned and looked at their Queen, slender hands resting at their sides.

Lucy got to her feet with difficulty, her abdomen dragging on the ground behind her. Demurely, she smoothly waltzed up to the prisoner. "Calm down, sister," she buzzed. "This is all quite normal."

The woman fixed her with a terrified glance. "Normal?" she shouted almost hysterically. "What the hell is going on here?"

Lucy lifted her abdomen and placed it between the girl's legs. "We're bees," she said succinctly. "And you are joining the Hive."

She strained, grunting. A white ovoid expressed from the tip, pressing between the captive's legs. Lucy leaned forward, ensuring that the edge of the egg was jammed into the woman's snatch.

"This is your egg. As it hatches and the larvae inside grows, it will meld with you, changing you. Enhancing you. Once it links up with your nervous system, it will be an extension of you. You will be my bee."

The meek woman's eyes widened. She looked pale, fists clenching. She flexed her legs, but she couldn't wiggle free from the sticky honeycomb.

The egg buried in her snatch began to crack. The woman's body shook. "They'll find me," she said, vibrating in place. "They'll find me, and they'll capture you like they did with the others."

Lucy made a low chuckle, antennae waving. "So what if they do? The best part about siting this Hive in a skyscraper is that nobody will notice a few missing citizens from the streets. This Hive will grow big and strong, and there is nothing they can do about it."

The egg finished cracking, and the woman gasped as the gray larvae pushed its head into her vagina. Her eyes rolled and she moaned, hips rattling. It squeezed itself entirely inside.

"Your struggles are useless. You're already well on your way to becoming a bee."

She clicked her tongue and one of the nearby hovering bees loomed over her victim. It stuffed its proboscis into her mouth, preventing any further protests.

Breezing over to Tia, she clacked her mandibles with barely contained excitement. "Don't you love being a bee?" She asked, licking her lips.

Tia burbled. She was a honey slut. The bees used her and filled her full of honey. This was her purpose. She loved being a honey slut.

She made an incomprehensible noise, opening her mouth and sticking her neck out to present her body to her Queen.

Lucy moved in close, pressing her body against Tia. Her proboscis unfurled and she dipped it inside Tia's mouth, sipping sweet honey from within.

Tia mouthed the appendage while it sucked out her honey. The deeper she took it, the more excited she felt.

When it bottomed out in her stomach, she orgasmed. She couldn't wait to be filled again. She could already see the workers moving in with full stomachs. She wiggled her yellow abdomen, excited for it to be filled with more.