I don't know why I love the idea of bee people so much. There's just a lot to it, that's amazing. I mean, could you imagine if one day, after having some nice and new delicious honey from the market, a bunch of bees showed up at your door? Explaining that someone accidentally gave you a jar of royal honey, and in a few hours, you'll start suffering from its effects, but not to worry, they've been sent to help you start your new life, your new hive. Can you really abandon all you love and care for? Leave behind bills, rent, taxes, and instead live a life of royalty. It was a hard decision, but you know deep down it was the right one.
The next few hours were downright magical, taken to your new hive, your new royal chamber, and dozens of bee people helped as the changes started. Arms all rubbing your changing, growing, expanding body. You could only sit and watch as your chest grew bigger and bigger, to a point not even your hands could handle its new size, and some of the workers had to join in massaging your growing tits. But it wasn't long till your second pair of arms started to grow in, helping with your massive chest size, but you didn't mind the extra help.
The most sensitive part was your back and rear. So many hands massaging your back, helping your wings grow and grow, big enough to envelop a person or two, glistening in the sunlight like diamonds. But your butt was the center of attention, so many hands rubbing and squeezing, making it bigger and bigger, till it started growing. Your adobmen, where many of your eggs will start to grow from. At first, it was 2 hands, the 4, and as it grew, more and more hands massaged it, making you moan from the attention. Many other hands were dealing with the rest of your body. Making your legs, your arms, and anything remaining longer, stronger, and bigger. How long has it been? You don't know. All you knew was that you were melting by the end of the session. Some of the finer details you could only see in the mirror, but most of the important stuff was there. You were triple the size of a normal human by now, a fluffy collar around your neck, an abdomen as big as you were tall, and 4 arms all ready to feel the new you. The workers asked for one more thing: to kiss the new queen on the head. Every worker of the new hive came to give you a kiss, each one making your antennas come in, bigger and bigger with each kiss.
There you stood, the new queen of the hive. A line of dedicated bees ready to help test your new body. How many could you take, how big would you get with eggs, how many eggs could you contain, how much honey could you make, so many thoughts in your head, so many joys. You raise your arms to the bees, and call forth for them to please the new queen
