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, plate-like 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!
