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Synopsis: Solaris finds herself strangely attracted to a mysterious rubbery honey gathered in the pitcher plants of a local arboretum. She soon discovers that the garden contains more than just honey. Story Tags: F/F, M/F, Mind Control, Female Dominant, Transformation, Rubber, Honey, Humanoid Bees, Superheroes Rubber Bees
Chapter One
Sparkling rays of light flickered across the tops of the white caps as she flew in close, a light spray jetting into the air as she dipped a foot into the rolling water. It wouldn't break until it got closer to shore, but she wasn't interested in seeing that.
Her presence would inevitably draw a crowd, and she didn't feel like being worshiped as a sun goddess. This time was for her to enjoy.
Spinning around in a circle, she sloughed off the water, letting out a joyful laugh as a spray of droplets bounced off the sleek form of her bodysuit. She really was looking quite nice today.
Bracing a heel into the notch of her other foot, she floated gently upwards, stretching out her arms to welcome the warm rays of the sun.
She immediately felt reinvigorated, which was only natural. She was one of this city's premiere heroines, the sun hero Solaris, ready to blast any evil intruders to smithereens!
Her lip curled. None of those rats had deigned to show their faces after she had fried the last bunch, more's the pity. She was feeling pretty bored lately, and could use the exercise.
Not that she was feeling particularly athletic at the moment. Resting her hands behind her head, she closed her eyes as she slowly rose into the sky, enjoying the fading rays of the evening sun. It wasn’t quite low enough yet for the cool breeze to creep in, but the heat was no longer quite as intense at this angle. Just right.
A tickling scent curled into her nose, tugging at her nostrils. She took a deep breath, trying to clear it, but the cloying sweetness refused to budge. That was odd.
Opening her eyes, she turned around languidly, inspecting the closest section of shoreline. Ah. She had floated a few miles, and was now passing close by the botanical garden where she had attended a lavish opening ceremony a few days ago.
There were still a few areas that needed to be cleaned up, so the general public wouldn’t be able to enjoy the lush greenery for another week or two. They would probably get lost in it when they were allowed in, as it looked ridiculously massive from this height.
Her fellow superheroes had seeded this place from their own private headquarters, and there would be plenty to see and do once the crowds arrived. Solaris had seen most of the specimens before, so she wasn’t all that interested, but there was plenty of unique flora to attract the discerning visitor.
There was that smell, though! She didn’t recall anything of the sort when she had visited with Violet, and that was unusual in and of itself.
Her friend was a bit of a mad scientist, and Solaris had never known her to hold back if she thought that she had discovered something exciting. There was no filter with that one.
Turning over, she scanned back and forth, trying to locate the source. There was too much undergrowth at this height to see much of anything, so she folded her arms and dropped into the open pavilion near the center of the garden.
She much preferred to patrol from the air, but her skintight bodysuit would provide just as much protection on foot as well. Worrying about getting it dirty wasn’t a good excuse when villains could be lurking!
She squinted, adjusting her mask to make sure that the lenses were aligned properly. She wasn’t too worried about being ambushed.
She could vaporize any threat that might appear, as long as she didn’t lose her specialized goggles. Without them, she couldn’t focus enough to give anyone much more than a nasty sunburn.
There didn’t appear to be anything to worry about here, however, other than a light breeze rifling through the large leaves of the banana trees surrounding her.
Frowning, she leaned back and forth, but couldn’t see much of anything. She did catch another whiff of that curious smell however, and shrugged. She might as well find out what all this was about. She’d snap a picture or two and see if she could get Violet to identify the plant for her.
Stalking off down one of the radial paths, she craned her neck, trying to make sure nobody was creeping up on her. Despite how she had speculated, she didn’t seriously think that the garden had been infested with baddies. On the other hand, she didn’t like the thought of being startled by a groundskeeper, either.
Becoming the butt of someone’s joke definitely wasn’t on her list today. She was a regal, powerful hero, and that’s how she wanted to remain. Dignified.
She clutched a hand to her chest and let out an embarrassingly loud burp as she tripped over an imperfection in the pavers.
When she had regained her poise, she spun her head around, ready to shoot down any observers with an indignant stare. Fortunately, it appeared that nobody had seen her little indiscretion. She was safe!
There was a buzzing motion somewhere in the undergrowth, however. A large bird?
She was already tired of sneaking around. Bracing herself, she rammed a shoulder into the thick leaves, pushing them aside to make room for her slender form. Reaching her hands in front of her, she swept the remaining leaves aside, ready for anything.
What appeared was less exciting than she had anticipated. There were several large plants overlapping each other, with wide pitchers arrayed at different levels, filled to the brim with a dark, brown fluid.
Perhaps it was some form of unusual pitcher plant? The smell seemed stronger here, as if it was meant to attract the plant’s next meal.
She leaned over the top of one of the burbling pitchers, looking at it with a skeptical eye. She wasn’t certain she wanted to touch the contents. It was probably a sticky mess that would stain her clothing.
She needed a sample somehow, though. Maybe she could cut off one of the pitchers and use it as a container?
Getting down on her knees, she grabbed at a large, curled one she had spotted farther in. There, she’d only need a little for a proper spectral analysis. It smelled so strange!
Something heavy smacked the back of her head, sending a sickening unbalanced sensation through her skull as she fell forwards. Her eyes widened as she realized that she didn’t have anything to brace against to arrest her momentum.
There was barely enough time to squeeze her eyes shut as she went face first into the pot of brown ooze, the cloying sweetness clinging to her face as the contents splashed all over the place. Shit!
She tried to blink away some of the mess to regain her vision, but the stickiness was preventing her from clearing it. Starting to panic, she lifted her hands to her face, clawing at the substance, desperate to see something, anything.
Her fingers caught against the edge of her mask, lifting it away. She felt a brief sense of relief as her vision cleared, but this was soon replaced by fear as she realized that she was surrounded by gangly, insectile women. They looked like humanoid bees.
Before she could react, the lead woman approached, an orange, prehensile appendage flicking up from her mouth. Was that some kind of tongue? It seemed too large for it, but maybe that was just the trunk that housed one inside?
Her vision blurred as the rounded end of the tube plugged into her mouth, shoving aside her tongue. Vibrating up and down like the tail of a rattlesnake, something hot and wet began to be pumped into her mouth.
She tried to pull back, but a fat plug had inflated just behind her teeth, holding the end in place. A secondary cup folded out from the sides of the appendage, rolling over the top of her lips to seal itself onto her skin, preventing any of the thick fluid from leaking out.
Terrified, Solaris began to tug and pull, but the bee woman simply stared at her impassively with her gigantic, compound eyes, the individual parts sparkling in the sunlight.
With her jaw held captured, and the fluid flowing, her mouth filled to capacity, cheeks expanding as aching sweetness squeezed between her teeth.
Within moments, there was no more room. She had to swallow some of it, or she was going to choke!
Her throat convulsed, a chunk of the substance breaking off and flowing over her trachea, coating the sides of her esophagus as it slumped towards her belly. Grunting, she took in a quick breath, her eyes crossing as she spotted a triangular device that was placed over her nose. Were they gassing her?
She tried to move away again, but suddenly, there were arms all over her body, holding her in place. Hands pressed at her sides, around her chest, and at her neck, a strange, soothing buzzing flicking against her skin. Whoa, that actually didn’t feel half bad!
The hands were sliding over her bodysuit, touching and prodding, working at her most sensitive areas. She wanted to tell them to stop, but she couldn’t do much more than gurgle more of the tasty substance being fed into her mouth.
Shuddering, she took in another deep breath through the tube over her nose, her head beginning to spin. She was definitely being drugged, but her body was starting to feel good. How could anything dangerous feel this nice?
She studied the bee woman’s face languidly, her body tingling as the hands calmly held her and stroked her, keeping her subdued as she was filled with the sweet essence.
Two, large lumps were mounted on the bee woman’s cheeks, bracketing either side of her mouth. The thick trunk extended from where the woman’s lips should be, the enormous, flexible length jammed securely into Solaris’ mouth.
As she watched, the bee woman pulled back as a bulge appeared at the base of her trunk. She tilted forward as the lump pushed its way down the delivery pipe, gushing into her mouth. Solaris reflexively swallowed as more of the thick fluid was packed into her mouth, shoving the excess tasty substance down her throat. Just how much of it was there?
Her stomach was already starting to feel packed with the jelly-like substance, and the bee woman didn’t appear to intend on stopping anytime soon!
The bee woman’s antennae shifted as she loomed over the heroine, sparkling pods shining at the tips. Solaris blinked, her eyes naturally following the glowing appendages. Wow, those were pretty!
She gave up trying to study the bee woman’s face, following the dancing pods around as they circled in her field of view. It was so much easier to let go of her thoughts and allow her mind to dangle free, floating back and forth like those hypnotic dots.
After a few more swallows, her breathing slowed, her brain slowing to a halt as she became completely mesmerized by the bright, glowing lights.
The pods dipped towards her forehead, touching her skin with a light pressure. They suddenly buzzed, fixing themselves in place. She could still see them out of the corners of her eyes, if she relaxed completely.
There were twin sparks infiltrating her brain, interrupting her thoughts, telling her to stop. To listen, and obey.
So she did. She had to.
Her mind began to buzz, being filled with bee thoughts transmitted by the bee woman. Her muscles relaxed, allowing the jelly to flow freely through her digestive tract as the weight of the honey began to pack onto her body, bulking her up.
This must be what the bee woman had been waiting for, as she shifted her position, significantly picking up the pace as she crammed more jelly down Solaris’ throat. Glug, pulse, squeeze, pump!
The rush of jelly gushed into her in a veritable torrent, the tube between them accordioning with the increase in pressure. Solaris stared ahead blankly as the bee woman used her, thoughts nothing more than blurry static as her belly inflated five times its natural size.
Eventually, the urgency of the bee woman’s movements faded, her throat bulging less severely as it emptied of its remaining jelly. She slowed to a halt, a warm buzzing sound echoing around them as she pushed their faces in close together.
The sparkling colors of the bee woman’s eyes filled her vision as something thick was pressed between her lips. The tube inflated and pulled out, the antennae popping off her forehead.
The sudden rush of curious thoughts that arrived were too much for her to sort through before the bee woman had finished, pulling back and tapping Solaris gently between her lips.
Solaris frowned, trying to understand why she still couldn’t open her mouth. She made an interrogatory noise through her nose, trying to pry her lips apart without any luck.
It appeared that some kind of plug had been inserted and sealed up tight, ensuring that none of the fluid the bee woman had pumped into her would be coming out that way.
The hands caressing her locked around her limbs, forcefully lifting her off her feet. She tried to protest, but she was feeling rather warm and weak, her frame shuddering as they pushed her legs up into her swollen belly. Her arms were then tucked over the top, folding her into a small package.
She shivered, turning her head to look at the array of mandibles that chittered at her. They had spent an awful lot of time filling her up, surely they weren’t going to eat her!
No, instead they appeared to be creating balls of white material that each of them was holding inside their wide mouths, held in place by the orange tubes, which had been inverted inside out. This had the effect of making them look like bizarre circus animals, chewing on their cud.
A strange giggle exploded from Solaris’ nose. This was really strange. What were they planning?
Firm hands grabbed at her knees, prying her legs apart. This had the effect of refocusing her attention on the primary bee woman, who was pressing her body between Solaris’ legs.
She noticed the new threat too late to do anything about it, a thick length pressing against her stretchy bodysuit.
She could only gulp as a buzzing sound rose around her. Something nipped at her suit, and suddenly a swollen length was inside her, the girth shoving her inner lips aside.
Hissing through her nose, she froze in shock as the bee woman thrust the pseudo-dick deeper inside, ramming into her depths without bothering to ease it in. She was surprised to find that her body instantly responded to its presence, a hot wetness streaking through her core as her pussy blossomed with earthshaking arousal.
The bee woman’s antennae dipped, attaching themselves to Solaris’ forehead a second time. Her concerns and worries vanished as her body shook in pleasure. The bee woman hummed, rocking into her as if this was the most natural thing in the world. For her, it probably was.
The other bee women leaned in, their own wings humming as they lifted their hands to their mouths. Glossy threads spurted from their lips, derived from the balls of rubbery material churning in their mouths, mandibles spinning.
Solaris barely noticed as they began to apply these threads to her body, twirling them around and around, like a spider’s cocoon, wrapping her arms up tight. With the antennae touching her forehead, she simply couldn’t muster enough intelligence to even begin to understand what the goal of all this was, and the thick bee cock inside her was rubbing her in all the right ways.
Unable to stop herself, she began shifting her hips, forcing herself into the bee woman as she increased the pace of her thrusts. Her belly felt heavy, full, and it was getting even fatter.
With every thrust from the dick, her womb was throbbing, wobbling, growing. The bee woman was filling her up, and in her thoughtless state, she wanted it.
She was a sexy being, and that was all she was capable of wanting. Sex, sex, fuck!
The climax, when it came, was such a monster orgasm that she completely lost track of time, moaning her excitement into the thick gag. Her breasts trembled, sensitive nipples rubbing against the interior of the bodysuit as the bee woman plundered her body.
By the time she came back down, she found herself completely unable to move, her head held in position by a rounded wedge of material that ran all the way around her neck. She tried to tilt her head, but there was something attached to that, too, and from her current position, she could only feel an inflated, brown lump that was attached to her breastbone.
As she stared with dull eyes, the bee women spat out more of the rubbery substance, wrapping it around her body as they built up new layers. They seemed to be treating her like a pupae, putting her into a chrysalis.
This idea should have alarmed her, but the antennae were still attached to her forehead, suppressing her will and thoughts. Eyes wide, she remained comatose as they built the rubbery substance into a wide, arching dome around her head, in the shape of a ball helmet.
The compound eyes of the bee woman stared down at her, hands resting on her shoulders as her wings buzzed. Through reflections, Solaris caught a glimpse of the long, curved dick the bee woman had been fucking her with, the enlarged end containing a shiny, orange tip.
This was the last thing she saw as the bee woman tugged her antennae free, her mandibles buzzing as she joined the others in sealing up the top of the rounded cocoon.
Solaris grunted, starting to panic as she was forced to breathe in the limited bubble of air through her nose. She giggled to herself, going cross eyed. It wasn’t so bad. It smelled good.
Sleepiness encompassed her brain, her thoughts fading as her body relaxed. She was filled to the brim, fat and happy. She was content to be alone, to truly relax for the first time in years.
Her body began to buzz as the rubbery substance of the cocoon leaked onto her skin, remodeling her from the inside out.
Chapter Two
The quality of the darkness she was living in altered, brightening for the first time in hours. She still couldn't move her body, but the sickly sweet smell in the tight ball hood kept her warm and pacified.
After playing around with the plug in her mouth for a while, she had discovered that a small hole had opened up in the center, allowing a trickle of sweet honey past her lips.
Every so often, she gave it an experimental suck, allowing a pleasant trickle down her throat to collect in her belly. She was already filled with the stuff, but something was changing about her body to allow her to accommodate even more.
She was being changed into a bee thing, and she couldn’t seem to care any more!
In fact, the faster it was over, the better. She couldn't wait to stretch her wings and feed another victim with the honey that had collected in her wobbling belly.
Her mouth flexed, mouth parts wiggling with excitement as she thought about force feeding another. Whatever silly thoughts she had possessed about being a heroine and saving the world had somehow vanished within the cocoon. All she wanted to do now was grab more men and women and turn them into rubbery, sexy honey bees. Like her.
This complete change in cognition should have worried the former superhero, but she wasn’t worried about her former comrades or precious ideals now. All that mattered was spreading the joy of honey.
Her brain buzzed, and she took another pull of the precious liquid, allowing it to coat her thoughts with a slippery sheen. Her insides were greased with the substance, being fully transformed by the rubbery honey.
She shivered, experiencing a thrill of pleasure that ran through her loins. The honey was tickling at her, changing her into a rabidly sexual honey bee. Oh, how she wanted to spread her wings and find another to convert!
The pressure around her neck increased, and suddenly light exploded in her eyes. A dazzling array of colors smashed into her skull, a cool breeze wrapping over her forehead.
Tilting her neck, she tried to make sense of what her new eyes were telling her, but it was extremely difficult given that her sight had been split into fractal cobwebs.
Each tiny visual receptor in her compound eyes was continuously bombarding her with information, making it impossible to pull everything together into a concerted whole.
She waited for a good long while, relaxing in her cocoon and breathing cool air through her flexing nostrils. Her eyes twitched, bombarding her with yet more information, but the longer she waited, the more of an image she was able to decipher.
She was dangling from one of the trees she had been investigating earlier, her cocoon nestled underneath one of the large, platelike leaves that contained the brownish, rubbery substance.
If she strained a bit, she could catch glimpses of more cocoons hanging, bulbous bodies wrapped up in shiny, black rubber. It seemed likely that the honey started out a golden brown, curing to black after it was applied to a victim. She had to admit that she really didn't know much about the honey or the lifecycle of these bees.
She was having a hard time recalling her own past, too. She had a superhero name, and a power of some kind, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to remember anything. It was so much easier to just hang here and buzz, accepting that this was her life now.
She was a bee, a sexual rubbery bee, like the rest of them. That meant she needed a bee name, too, one she could pronounce with her altered lips.
She experimented with making various sounds, finally settling on "Oola," as it was easy enough to push through her gagged lips.
They would be along soon enough to release her, after which she'd have more rubber sex with them and spread the honey further. There was so much honey, and so many more bees necessary to ensure its spread!
The Hive must grow and survive, making even more honey, until this world was awash in rubbery goodness.
The reason for this eluded her, but she knew it was necessary. She was a rubber bee. That's what they did.
She tugged on the gag again, feeling it give a little as more honey ran between her lips. She used this as something of a pacifier as she noticed jiggling motion from a cocoon mounted to the tree across from her.
This bee woman seemed to be further along than she was, her upper body squeezing out of the top of her black cocoon.
Her enormous breasts hung low, rivulets of honey leaking from the tips to drip into a bubbling pit of honey below. Her bulging arm muscles flexed, revealing the rotund carapace that wrapped around her belly.
Her shoulders were covered with striped, yellow pauldrons, running down to articulated black skin covered with more of the rubbery honey. Oola stared at the woman's hands with jealousy, where black talons twinkled with the polished, rubbery substance. She had finger pads, too, which would aid in gripping or holding down new victims to convert into more rubber bees.
Oola's loins jolted as the woman tilted her head backwards. A rounded carapace was attached to her skull, ending in a yellow cone shape that curved downwards towards her back, where thin, rubbery stalks twitched in the air.
She pulled herself further upwards, revealing the massive changes that had been made to her torso. A wide, round band had been drawn up towards her rubber coated chest, colored in alternating black and yellow stripes. These ran down to her mons, squeezing closer to her body to reveal a dark hole for her pussy, where golden brown honey ran freely out and over her thighs.
Oola's eyes were bright as she imagined jamming her head into the juicy gap, but that wasn't the totality of the woman's transformation.
Her thighs had been enlarged, covered with brightly colored material leading down to her knees. The surface was colored a cute, light purple, complete with slashes of black that were integrated into her skin.
The bee woman arched her back and crooned as she lifted her rear from the cocoon, showing off a bulky abdomen that projected from above her ass. It was striped yellow, too, with a fat stinger at its tip.
As she wiggled her ass, a dark tube descended from somewhere below. A thick, swollen head oozed globules of golden brown honey, the length colored with alternating stripes like her torso. It was a dick for injecting new bees full of honey!
Her own pussy trembled at the thought of taking the thick appendage, but that wasn't going to happen as long as she remained trapped inside the cocoon.
She twisted and squeezed herself against the tough walls, but they refused to let her go. She gave up struggling, for the moment, resting as a dark shadow spread over the forest.
Suddenly afraid, she pulled her head back into the cocoon as a large creature fluttered over the garden. Cranking her neck back, she took in the iridescent colored wings and the tremendous abdomen. It looked like a bee, but at that size, this must be some kind of a queen!
The queen’s wings collapsed around the gestating bee woman across from her, hugging the woman to the creature’s belly as their mouths clasped together. A small tug of war commenced, throats bulging as honey was forced into the smaller bee woman’s mouth.
She groaned through her nose as her throat was pumped full of the honey, her breasts shaking as her nipples trembled, thick fluid dripping from the tips.
The bee queen’s hands slid over the bee woman’s skin, collecting the excess honey and smearing it down her sides, decorating her with an intelligent pattern that seemed to flash in the afternoon sun, the texture baking into the surface of the woman’s skin.
Oola thought that it was rather cute, and wished that she would be given the same attention from the queen. Wasn’t she a beautiful bee woman, too?
She must not yet be complete, however, as she could feel her lower end tingling - it must not have finished being transformed. This was frustrating to Oola, but she knew it would just take time. Meanwhile, she could get a glimpse of the future, watching this bee woman being taken by the queen. Would she be used by the queen’s ovipositor?
Yes, the woman was being flipped over by the queen’s strong claws, exposing her dangling rod and wet pussy, the stinger at the rear of her large abdomen held down by one of the queen’s legs.
A gaping hole in the center of the queen’s torso flexed open as the creature bore down, grasping the bee woman’s stiff rod with her claws and directing it inside. The pseudo-dick jerked as it was pulled taut, all the way down to the hilt as the bee woman moaned out her pleasure.
At the same time, a long, penis-like structure fell free from the bee queen’s belly, sliding forward into the gaping hole of the bee woman’s pussy. As they connected together, the bee queen’s wings spread out, hiding the woman’s body as they began to hump together.
Their abdomens squeezed and bulged as honey was fed between them in an erotic loop, great gushes bursting out at random intervals to color the bee woman’s thighs and butt a sticky brown.
Oola shuddered, becoming more jealous with each thrust. What did she need to do to be treated in such a lewd manner? Didn’t she have the necessary equipment to be a proper bee slut, too?
Another shadow overlaid her body, and she took in a sudden, shuddering breath as she spotted a second set of iridescent wings. There was a second one!
Something heavy landed on top of her cocoon, causing it to jiggle like a bunch of fruit. Her body slid free of the encumbering embrace of the tight rubber, shooting upwards like toothpaste, landing directly in the creature’s clutches.
Darkness loomed in front of her face as their mouths touched, the rounded tip of the creature’s extended lips securing themselves to the plug on her face. A sudden pressure tugged at her mouth, and suddenly the plug was stretching out, shooting towards the queen’s face. Oh!
It wasn’t a plug at all! During her time in the cocoon, it had been transformed into a proboscis, like the other bee women possessed, a kind of trunk that could be used to gather or implant honey!
The tube pulsed in and out, trading honey between their mouths, washing the contents together. Her thoughts blanked in the face of the ultimate flavor that tingled against all of her taste buds.
She was being lifted against the creature’s body, her limbs dangling as her throat pulsed in and out from the pressure. A squishy gurgling sound reached her ears, but it seemed rather pleasant, as it was accompanied by the slow slide of honey down her throat.
A buzzing sound filled her mind as a pair of large antennae overlaid her altered ear canals, bringing the song of the queen inside her brain as their bodies were pressed together. A tugging sensation came from down below, followed by extreme pleasure. She tilted her head, trying to see around the edge of their mouth tubes.
She gasped in surprise at the sight of the swollen appendage that connected the two of them, the rubbery length lengthening as it was sucked into the hole in the queen's chest.
She could barely see the attachment point below, but it seemed to originate from somewhere right above her pussy. A rubbery mass had been implanted there, attached to an inflated ring of polished yellow that had become her chest.
If it was anything like the protuberance on the other bee women, the tube was acting like a kind of pseudo penis, filled to the brim with honey that had been injected into her body so far.
The mechanism surrounding how her body was processing the sweet fluid was rather beyond her, but she instinctively knew that it was important to the Hive.
Maybe she was being treated something like a distillation vat, concentrating the honey and making it even more addictive. Did that make her a honey battery?
She squeezed her thighs together, feeling more of the honey squirting through her tube and out into the voracious hole in the bee queen's chest.
The interior contained what looked like small, rubbery claws that clung to her dick, pulling it into the boiling maw. Rubbery honey squirted out around the sides, making a mess of the queen's chest.
She didn't appear to care, wrapping her hands underneath Oola's bulbous ass, lifting her up and in. Oola grunted as she felt something thick prodding at her abdomen. Her eyes flickered as a sudden realization ran down her back. She was going to get fucked again!
The queen ran her hands over Oola's bulbous ass, sweeping her fingers over the top of an unexpected expanse that projected from her rear. Curious, Oola tried to tilt her head further, but the mouth tubing was in the way.
She gave up, grunting through her nose as the tube connected to her mouth rattled like a snake. The queen wasn't willing to release her, forcing her to go along for the ride.
From this angle, she got a good look at the queen's skull. She had the cone-like head of the other bee woman, but this one was straighter, projecting out into a long point. A fluted horn was mounted on top of her forehead, curving down to wrap around the sides of her eyes, terminating in wide, flat wedges on top of her cheeks.
The mouth tube suctioned deeply, forcing their heads closer together. Oola could feel the monster's dick rattling in her pussy, but she couldn't do anything about it. Her hands were free, however, allowing her to explore the curve of the queen’s breasts.
Touching, stroking, rubbing the hard nubs of her nipples was all exciting, especially with the queen's dick thoroughly planted inside her. Hints of rubbery honey expressed from the tips of the queen’s nipples, making her hands messy as she slipped them down to the expanse of her swollen belly. She caressed it, lifting the gurgling weight and giving it a satisfied pat.
The queen didn’t seem phased by her exploration, ramming her pseudo dick into Oola's wet tunnel with abandon. Oola reacted by making a long, drawn out noise through her nose, going limp as she was ravished by her queen.
The tip of the dick swelled inside her, rubbing and vibrating with increasing speed. Oola could barely contain herself as the honey sloshed around, a diminished shriek keening from her nose.
Her eyes rolled as her body vibrated in orgasm, losing control as she sank into the embrace of the warm creature. She closed her eyes and savored the sensations, the tugging at her lips feeling soothing as her insides were lovingly massaged and filled with swirls of hot honey.
The queen's arms flexed, holding her tight as her jaw was cranked open wider. Oola swallowed, swallowed, as something thick was pushed down her throat.
Her eyes rolled back as her throat bulged, the inexorable pressure causing her gag reflex to trigger. The pain lasted for only a short while, however, the lubricated chunk sinking into her belly.
Her chest bobbed, enlarged by the presence of the new package as the queen began to pull her head back.
Confused, Oola stared at the creature's rippling trunk, the flexible tips tickling at her flesh as their lips split apart. She already felt the loss of the enforced kiss, her stretched, rubbery lips sinking towards her chest.
The queen shifted, pulling her length out of Oola's sloppy vagina, expelling Oola's pseudo dick from her chest at the same time. Oola trembled, feeling completely undone and alone, but the queen seemed to understand her distress.
Wrapping her claws around Oola’s skull, she pulled her in for a long kiss on the forehead. The squealing sound from the suction went on far longer than she had expected, ending with a smacking pop as the pressure eased.
The queen’s mouth opened wide, a gurgling sound reaching her ears right as she realized what was about to happen. She pulled back in alarm, but it was too late, a gush of the black, rubbery honey engulfing her head as if she was standing in front of a shower spray.
Her trunk wobbled as her vision blanked out, the cry of alarm coming from her throat being cut short as she was covered in the spattering fluid. It immediately began to harden into a glossy shine, as if she was being coated by a hard sugar.
Her nervous system strained to breathe, but strangely, she found that air was filling her lungs from a series of thin tube-like spiracles that had sprouted from her back. She truly had been transformed, body and soul, because she was actually starting to find this situation rather comforting. Her head might be encased in the rubbery substance, but it was warm, tasty, and oh so soft.
She inverted her lips and stuck out her tongue to taste more of the substance as it clung to her cheeks, sealing her inside. Layer after layer was applied, turning her head into what looked like a coated vase, her body being strung up even tighter than before.
She breathed through her back, her body trembling as the honey stored inside her transformed her further. She gave up thinking and simply allowed herself to feel as she sank into the warm, cloying blackness.
Time passed, the flow vanishing unnoticed. This second stint in the cocoon felt longer than the first, but she really had no good way of knowing. She was feeling better and fuller than ever, however, with no incentive to leave. As far as she was concerned, she'd remain in the safety and warmth of the tight rubber honey forever.
Alas, it was not to be, as she could start to feel a faint hint of coolness touching the small of her back that hadn’t been there before. This was probably meant to act as a form of stimulation to get her moving, as there came a faint scraping sensation from the same location.
She could sense that she was being cracked out of her cocoon, assisted by some of the other bee women. Soon, she would be unleashed upon this little corner of the world, ready to propagate more bee women and form her own Hive.
She wanted, needed this more than anything else in the world at the current moment, and she couldn’t explain why. She needed to spread the honey, to share its joy among all others in this world. She must establish her own Hive and help the bees to expand. That was the only way she could accomplish her directive.
There was no explanation as to where all this was coming from. It was simply her mission, and she had to succeed. The honey must flow.
Her back had begun to ache, so she flexed muscles she didn’t even know she had in an attempt to alleviate the pain. A crunching sound ripped up and around her spiracles, the rubber shell creaking as it splintered under the pressure of her wings, for that is what they were.
She suddenly had a piercing desire to see them, but that would only be possible once she had been broken out of this cocoon. She began to flex her other muscles, the dried rubber creaking and cracking as it began to break off the rest of her transformed body.
More hands appeared, helping her to break free from the stretchy bands of material, using their claws to scribe and break the strands.
Her belly flexed, enormous breasts spilling free as the tight ring around her abdomen was removed. She bellowed through her nose as hands wrapped around her rubbery lips, massaging them, tugging at them to release the blockage that was in the way.
She felt a little more mellow when additional hands worked at her breasts, massaging and squeezing them with tenderness. They were rewarded with great gushes of rubbery honey that rolled over her chest. Would that make it more difficult to remove her remaining shell, or would the honey act as a solvent?
Her old, analytical mind churned away, trying to figure out the possible chemistries and interactions, but the thoughts soon faded, replaced with a pulsing need to spread her Hive. None of the intricacies mattered, as long as she would be set free to forcefully feed her honey to others.
The tugging at her lips increased, and she could feel a cylindrical tube-like object being extracted from between her jaws. She began to work her sharp teeth back and forth, running her tongue through her cheeks.
There came a waxy taste from her lips, which rather made sense. The original plug in her mouth must have been waxy in nature, and now that she had been transformed, it was being broken down into something she could digest and turn into the rubbery substance used to restrain and transform more bees.
New glands had been installed that appeared to be processing the substance, making her mouth bulge as though she was storing nuts in her cheeks. She made a horrific grin as two bee women peeled the layer of rubber from over her eyes, giving her a better view of her assistants.
Oh yes, their cheeks were massive, too, with gigantic bumps indicating that they possessed similar capabilities. Yet another new change to her body that she would have to get used to.
And yet, that fact didn’t seem to bother her. The proportions of her belly were all wrong, and there were bulging, hard carapaces that encircled her upper arms, but they all felt like they belonged. Her mind must have been transformed at a fundamental level if she was feeling this way, but this idea didn’t bother her any. Spreading the honey was everything.
She burped as she watched the other bees continue to peel her out of her shell, feeling fat and happy with the amount of honey she had stored in her belly. The previous queen had made sure to stock her up, and she felt a faint sense of camaraderie with the other monster.
Instinctively, she knew that the two of them would end up fighting if they both stayed in close proximity, but that wasn’t the plan, anyway. She wanted to lift her wings and fly, far away, to find an appropriate place to start her own brood.
Luckily, she had just the place lined up. Her jaw dropped open, the tube attached to her lips wobbling as she mashed her teeth together. The botanical lab the superheroes used as their main headquarters would be the perfect place to start her new Hive.
First, she needed to finish unveiling her new, glorious body. The bee women buzzed as they pressed their hands into the small crack they had been working on above her belly. Oola breathed in deep, pressing outwards to lend them some assistance. A sharp crack sounded, and two halves of the rubbery shell pulled away, revealing her bulbous belly.
It was striped with dark magenta, streaks running over her skin in various spiral patterns where the rubber had integrated itself into her skin. As her flesh bulged outwards, the light caught these patterns at various depths of translucency, making them bob and twist in a hypnotic swirl. Yes, these would definitely be useful when tracking down new prey!
Her abdomen swelled outwards in an arc, running over her mons and clamping around her thighs in swollen stretches of skin. This wasn’t all fat - instead, she knew that these storage cells were filled to the brim with the rubbery honey that she would need to start her new Hive. Wonderful.
She spread her wings, bringing them around in an arc on either side so that she could examine them further. The traces around the edges glimmered a golden brown, glistening with honey oozing from somewhere within. Between the sections, bright colors flashed, like a stained glass window, attracting and trapping the eyes in the magnificent patterns.
Her claws flexed, drawing her attention to her multitude of articulated arms. Yet another tool she could use to trap her prey. Her body had been built for capture and conversion, grabbing unsuspecting humans and making them into bees. Perfect.
She was almost free of this cocoon. She blanked her compound eyes, gathering her arms and wings about herself as she stretched upwards, waiting for the final links to be broken.
The foreign hands moved down, around her thighs, and suddenly, she was free! Her wings jerked outwards, catching the wind, and she sprung upwards, her legs tucking under her as she floated into the sky.
It was a bit ungainly, and she got the sense that not all of her powers of levitation were derived from the wind beneath her wings, but if so, that was for the best. She would utilize any and all abilities she retained from her former life to accomplish her new objectives.
Her abdomen swung down, wobbling from the strong thrust of her wings, a long, thick tube extending from her torso. The striped length felt hot, wet, and tight, and she desired more than anything to stick it into a willing female - to fill her to the brim with honey and transform her into a rubber bee slut to help her expand the Hive.
Her eyes brightened as she took in the buzzing activity all around her. There were so many bees. There was no way they could all be eliminated before the Hive had a chance to spread. The superheroes would have no idea what was about to befall them!
Fat chest heaving, she gained height, legs dangling behind her as she waved her antennae at the bee women who had released her from her cocoon. They saluted her, trunks dangling to sip at the trickles of honey that had leaked from her privates. They were good bee women, making sure that nothing was wasted in this Hive.
She lifted her head, looking towards the horizon. They had given her a good start, but now it was up to her. She needed to find her own place, start her own Hive.
Raising her proboscis, she bellowed out her challenge to the world, the sound rushing through the trees studded with honeycomb and strands of rubber.
A susurrus of approval came in reply, buoying her aloft into the sky, her eyes darting back and forth to search for danger or her first victim. It was good to be a rubber queen!
Chapter Three
It was more difficult than Oola had thought to make her way back to the superhero lab. It appeared that something or someone had stirred up the local heroes, and they were out patrolling heavily.
This was made worse by how colorful her wings were, so she had been forced to stick close to the ground and use the underbrush to hide her presence.
She growled to herself as she noted the mud on her spiny knees. Her body was surprisingly hard to maneuver through the brush, especially since her frame had grown at least four times larger.
That only made sense. She was a queen. Of course she should have girth and strength, the better to control her subjects with.
That didn’t make her situation any easier to deal with, however. She was getting increasingly dirty down here, and the stickiness of her honey was making the problem worse.
She wasn’t meant to keep the honey hidden away. She was meant to share it. That’s why her breasts were leaking so much of it.
She couldn’t seem to keep it from dripping from the ridged end of her dick, either, which meant that she was leaving a tasty trail behind her that almost anyone could follow, if they knew what they were looking for.
From the way the heroes were haphazardly searching, it was quickly becoming apparent that they didn’t. Streaks of light shot through the night sky, but none of them appeared to be heading towards the garden by the sea.
The main collection of Hives was safe, for now, but there were too many bee women there for them to remain hidden for long. There would be a battle soon, and it was anybody’s guess what the result of that would be.
Oola hopped over a culvert, hissing with satisfaction at how easily her body moved. The wobbling abdomen wasn’t enough to throw off her balance, and the more she practiced with it, the smoother her motions were getting. She was confident that she wouldn’t lose to anyone in a one on one fight, but that meant she would need to choose her target carefully once the time came.
Fortunately, she wasn’t far away from the lab, which had been built into an old, gigantic, multi-level concrete bunker leftover from one of those human wars. The back had been opened up into multiple levels closed in with steel and glass to allow for plenty of sunlight to penetrate the interior.
The sides and rear were sheltered by the overgrowth of the surrounding forest, leaving her plenty of avenues to approach. In her current form, the automated computer system wouldn’t recognize her, but fortunately, she didn’t need it to. Someone would come out of the bunker, sooner or later, and then she would have the access she needed.
Dancing over a small stream, her wings buzzed to give her a little extra lift as she dodged the field of view of one of the cameras watching from the corner of the blockhouse. Her heart thudded with excitement as she spotted some movement off to one side, deeper in the woods.
Her mind blurred as an image of a superhero appeared. It was a younger woman, dressed in a form fitting, violet jumpsuit.
Her heart swelled to bursting. She hadn’t expected a viable target so soon, and definitely not one so perfect.
It was a heroine she had befriended, Violet, and she was an expert on various plants and the decoctions that could be made from them. She would be a useful ally to have in her menagerie as she attempted to hollow out the hero laboratory from within. She just needed to make sure the other woman was alone.
She jumped to the nearest tree, using her claws to pull her silently into the air as she folded her wings. She didn’t need anything bright to give away her presence now!
Lifting her abdomen behind her, she pulled her pseudo-dick close to her chest as she rubbed her rotund belly over the trunk, leaving behind a smear of honey in her wake. She couldn’t help herself, and perhaps the smell would attract her intended victim?
Proboscis whirring, Oola delicately maneuvered over the edge of a smaller limb, moving her bulk between the leaves as softly as possible. Yes, there was the purple woman below. She had a hood over her head, a basket nestled in the crook of her arm as she bent to investigate a gathering of mushrooms on the forest floor below.
Oola spun her head back and forth, making sure there were no cameras in view, her belly burbling in anticipation. This could be her first capture on her own! She had better do it right.
She waited patiently as Violet drifted her way down the chain of mushrooms, humming faintly to herself. Moving her fingers in the shape of scissors, she cut the ones she wanted neatly at the base of their stems, picking them up and dumping them into her basket.
This heroic ability had the potential to hurt Oola pretty severely, but her overwhelming need to fill this woman with her honey overrode any concerns she might have.
Grasping the tree limb in her hands and feet, she swung around silently until her body was gently dangling downwards. Letting go with her talons, she curved her torso as she stretched herself out, balancing with her head cone as she reached for the unsuspecting hero.
Violet stopped humming to herself, dropping her basket. “Who’s there?” she asked, giving the first sign that she had detected that something was amiss.
Just a little bit farther… yes, that was exactly where she wanted to be. Breathing in deep through the spiracles on her back, she let out a blast of air that created an unusual hooting noise.
Violet looked up, just in time for Oola’s rounded proboscis to clamp over her mouth. Twin antennae slapped on top of the heroine’s forehead, pulsing as she stunned her victim long enough to jam the thick, inner tube past her lips.
Violet attempted to scream, but all that came out was a quiet ‘urp’ from her nose as the thick, bulbous length inside her mouth began to inflate rapidly. Within a matter of moments, it split into multiple sections, her cheeks puffing out on either side while the main part locked itself behind her teeth.
Her eyes watered as the rounded end of the gag began to pulse, pushing thick jelly into her mouth and down her throat. This would help to subdue her, as well as kickstart her transformation with the sticky, sweet substance.
Violet wheezed, a spatter of honey being regurgitated through her nose. Her eyes were still dull from Oola’s mental blast. She didn’t appear in any shape to resist Oola’s attack, groaning as her throat bobbed, honey gushing into her belly.
Good. She would push forward and subdue this heroine before she had any idea what had just happened to her.
Letting the rest of her body fall to the forest floor with a crunch, she grabbed the heroine around the waist and pulled her off the ground, denying her the use of her legs. Wrapping her arms around the woman’s back, she crushed her body into her rubbery bosom, her enormous breasts squashing to either side as sprays of oily honey splashed over Violet’s thighs, running down her legs.
Violet began to struggle weakly as the effect of Oola’s mental attack began to wear off, but the conclusion was already foregone. She had the complete element of surprise, and whatever resistance Violet could scrape up was subdued by the mass of honey being forcefully fed down her throat.
Oola could handle anything remaining with a gentle pulse of her antennae, hypnotizing the heroine while she brainlessly suckled more honey. Holding the heroine mid-air, Oola watched impassively as her throat flexed, more and more of the honey being crammed inside.
Violet choked, writhing like a fish on a hook, but she couldn’t concentrate enough to use her powers. She couldn’t do anything but be force fed, her stomach becoming plump from the injected honey.
Turning, Oola slammed her against a tree, her mouth pulsing as she stared straight at Violet with her compound eyes. She could see the fear deep within the heroine's blue orbs, but it was being suppressed by her mental powers and the soporific effect of the honey.
Oola ran her hands over her fat belly, dipping them into the hole that had opened up in her chest. The small, oozing honey pot was filled to the brim with the golden brown substance, leaving a sticky trail of fluid over her skin.
Flicking her hands outwards, she ran them down Violet's sides, applying a thick blob between her torso and the bark of the tree. The glistening rubber congealed in the late evening sun, changing into a thick consistency.
Chest heaving, Oola worked quickly to glue the heroine to the tree, layering the honey thickly across her back. This took some of the strain from her other arms, allowing her to relax as her throat pumped in and out, pounding the honey down the heroine’s throat.
By this point, Violet had stopped resisting, her head tilted over as her eyes glowed a dull brown. Through her antennae, she could feel the woman’s mind halt as she came under the influence of the honey. Good.
Pinching her lips together, she sent a final burst into her victim, glands inside her mouth spinning up to rapidly produce a circular wax plug.
She pushed it forward with her leathery tongue, fitting it into place with a tight seal. Pulling back, she sucked on Violet's lips until her mouth popped free, leaving behind the sealed plug.
In her current state, Violet would be unable to remove it, and it would serve to keep her plugged up, full of honey. The transformative fluid would start to change her body into a bee woman from the inside out, which meant that Oola needed to finish her cocoon so that the honey could work from the exterior as well.
Popping her antennae off, she took a step back, grunting as her abdomen flipped up. A hard, striped length appeared in front of her chest, the ridged head straining as honey glistened at the tip.
She could barely contain herself, as she intimately knew what was coming next. She was going to fill this woman with even more honey, ensuring that her transformation would be quick and efficient.
Her wings buzzed as her vision blurred, new instincts taking over as the light waned. Her pseudo dick flipped up as she waddled in, the fat abdomen swelling between her thighs as her arousal took over.
Smashing their bodies together, she breathed in deeply, taking in the unique scent of the heroine. She hadn't really noticed the woman's smell before, but now that she was captured and splayed out before her, it was intoxicating!
Need blossomed in her tight cock, the pronged end pressing up against Violet's crotch. A buzzing action came from the tip, cutting through the stretchy material, exposing the woman's wet crotch.
Hissing, Oola waited a moment for the sharp bits to retract before she crammed her thick length inside. She grunted as she felt every part of its length pressing into the woman, the knobbly sections rubbing against the heroine’s wet tunnel.
Violet moaned, her eyes fluttering as her lips flexed around the waxy plug. Oola pressed herself in as far as she could, rubbing her breasts up against the front of Violet's bodysuit. A brown, rubbery ooze, the color of molasses, expressed from her nipples, smearing all over the heroine's chest.
As Oola pulled out for another thrust, the woozy state the heroine was under appeared to subside, her eyes snapping open. She tried to pull away from the tree, twisting back and forth in a vain attempt to escape from the gigantic bee, but all of her efforts were futile.
Oola wasn't impressed by her struggles. She should be enjoying this, not fighting it.
Leaning in, she extended her antennae once more, flipping them forward to attach them to the heroine's forehead.
Oola's brow furrowed as twin electrical tingles shot from her head, drilling into the woman's mind and disrupting her thoughts.
A buzzing hum suddenly filled both their heads. They were in tune. They were one. They were rubber honey bees.
Oola did not understand where this truth had come from - she only knew that it was so. This was knowledge built into the architecture of her altered brain.
Together, they would start a Hive. They would create more honey bees. They would spread the rubber honey. This was their truth.
Oola kept thrusting, wheezing out her pleasure in a rough chuckle. She could feel the expanse of the heroine's brain flexing as she continued to thrust. At the rate she was pushing, it wouldn't take much longer for it to fall.
Her glands worked, spinning honey from the cavernous storage within her body. A thick, rubbery thread spilled from the end of her tubular lips, waxy strands spurting over Violet's body.
Her talons whirred, spinning the threads around the tree and Violet's waist. Her body continued to hump, pleasure spiking as a gush of rubbery honey spurted into the heroine’s womb.
She slowed for a few thrusts as the pressure built again, her satisfaction cresting as she seated the heroine in the cocoon she was building for her.
A low cry escaped her throat as she injected another burst of honey into Violet's body from her fat dick, the heroine’s belly bump increasing in size until it began to rub up against Oola's expansive chest. It was about time to sew this one up.
Her lower legs swirled through the excess rubber bubbling from her chest, binding it up and spinning it into threads. At first, she used her thrusting motions to cover up the new cocoon she was making, but it soon became obvious that she was binding Violet’s legs together.
The heroine recognized this, but she was far too weak at this point to stop her. Oola strung a thread around her neck to keep her in position, but it was barely necessary. Her eyes boiled with golden brown honey as her lips flexed around the wax plug, hips rocking with desire. As she was, she could do nothing but take it, spitted by Oola’s dick.
Tears fluttered from her eyes as the latent fear of her situation mixed with the pleasure of being assaulted. Oola stroked honey over her shoulders and down towards her breasts, doing her best to keep the heroine on edge as she finished her work. There was just one more infusion of honey necessary, and then she could close up her cocoon.
Violet seemed to sense this, too, as she relaxed back, giving up her resistance. Oola sat up, waving her talons over her voluptuous breasts as she trumpeted her victory.
Violet shuddered, a look of deep pleasure and joy suffusing her face as Oola’s final spurt of honey filled her womb. The pressure of the rubbery fluid was too much for Violet’s vagina to bear, some of it gushing out the sides and onto the ground.
Oola didn’t care. She had plenty in her reserves, and soon she would have many more honey producers. This entire forest would be her domain, growing rubber honey plants to entice and seduce unaware visitors.
Building a Hive began with the smallest of steps, however, and right now she needed to make sure she did this right. Using her lower limbs, she scooped up Violet’s legs, pulling back to release the sticky head of her dick. As it slipped free, a final spurt ejaculated into her tunnel, leaving behind a thick plug that would ensure that little of the honey would escape before her final transformation was complete.
Once this was done, she began to spin the ropy webs of rubbery honey in earnest, tying the back of the woman’s legs up against her belly. Violet twisted her head, but she wasn’t going anywhere as Oola spun layer after layer of the thick, waxy rubber over her swollen body.
From the exterior, she looked like an inflated blueberry, which was just as Oola had expected. She had plenty of honey to process internally, and it would be quite safe to leave Violet hanging on this tree for the next couple of days as her body changed.
Burbling to herself, she cinched the rubber ropes tighter, spinning them in a circle to encompass Violet’s body. Working efficiently, like an orb weaver, she covered Violet’s legs and torso with wide loops that stuck together to form an oval cocoon.
Violet began to protest again as the cocoon was formed over her breasts, but Oola ignored her jerky movements. Violet would be one of her busy bees soon enough, and then she might consider some of her ideas.
Her mouth gurgled with more honey, which she promptly spat into Violet’s face before she finished spinning a rubber dome that she flipped over with her talons. It settled into place on top of the heroine’s skull, hiding the rest of her body from view. All she could do now was wiggle helplessly, like a ripening fruit on a vine.
Her own body shook, a tight plug of rubbery honey squirting from the tip of her penis. Ah, that was just what she needed!
Her eyes blurred, looking over her environs as she evaluated what needed to happen next. She sighed at the broken brush and dirty trails surrounding her. There was still so much that needed to be done to get this Hive operational!
