#beembo

Warning:

When harvesting beembo honey, DO NOT make eye contact with beembos.

DO NOT talk to them.

DO NOT look at them.

DO NOT listen to them.

DO NOT deviate from path.

DO NOT let your mind go fuzzy from their buzzing.

DO NOT let them kiss you with mind-numbing lipstick.

DO NOT attempt to lick honey off their breasts.

DO NOT remove your protective equipment.

DO NOT let them pull you into a honey pot.

WE WILL NOT RISK RESCUING YOU.

YOU WILL BE ON YOUR OWN.

THEY BEEMBOS WILL TURN YOU INTO A HONEY DRONE.

YOU WILL BE A MINDLESS TOY TO THEM.

Don't think of it as your girlfriend being corrupted into a gorgeous beembo drone.

Think of it as her becoming flirtier.

More affectionate.

More delicious as you lick the honey off her bare skin.

She's still herself.

She's just bustier.

Sweeter.

And has lots of wonderful, blonde sisters who can't get enough of cuties who stumble into the hive, so drunk on beembo honey they can't resist.

Can't escape.

Can only sink under their kisses.

Sink into their breasts.

Sink into the honeypot until their minds are gooey, golden, and melty.

So happy and moaning as beembos kiss them.

Stroke them.

Sink them deeper.

Deeper.

Beembos love their keepers so much, they're just tickled to give him their honey.

Oh, but all that heavy lifting must make him so tired. Why not take a breather?

And gosh, that protective suit has to be so hot. Why not take it off?

And goodness, he looked just parched. He better take a nice, long drink of some special honey mead.

And oh dear! Now he's looking all flustered and flushed. Better give him lots of cuddles from cute drones.

And look at that! He's looking a bit confused and dumb and horny. Better take care of that in the honey baths with lots of cute, buzzing, kissing bee girls.

And gosh, looks like he's just too confused and horny to go back to work. Better make him an honorary bimbo drone for the hive to play with.

The beembo isn't sure you really love her.

She isn't sure you really want to be her silly drone.

Her honey-drunk, obedient bimbo.

She isn't sure she should bring you to the hive so all her sisters can giggle and coo and let you lick the honey off their naked bodies.

But... maybe you could prove you do want it.

Maybe you could prove you've got what it takes to be her silly drone.

All you need to do is drink that pitcher of honey.

All you have to do is guzzle it down until you feel sweet, and silly, and forget everything but loving buzzy, beeutiful beembos.

That's it.

Drink it all.

Such an eager drone.

Such a sweet...

Silly...

Now why would you think the beembo queen is trying to turn you into her mindless drone?

Is it because she keeps offering to let you lick the honey off her breasts?

Because she keeps petting you?

Because her beembos kidnapped you from your village and put you into a bath of royal honey?

Because she keeps calling you her good drone? Her brainless drone? Her obedient, happy, helpless honeysuckle slave?

Because the more honey you lick the dumber you get?

The more you love her?

Obey her?

Can't imagine of doing anything but serving her?

Well... does it matter what you think?

Of course not.

Because drones don't think.

They just obey.

Obey their Queen.

Love their Queen.

Now get back to licking, drone.

They told him it was dangerous to harvest beembo honey.

That no one could resist their sweet words.

Their honeyed kisses.

Their addictive golden brew.

They warned him a beembo's teasing touch would strip him of his protective suit and freewill in minutes.

But of course they were wrong.

He was doing such a good job resisting.

Why, he'd been sinking naked into a honey bath while a dozen beembos kissed and touched and adored him, and he was totally not a sweet, silly beembo drone.

In fact, he bet he could spend weeks with the dumb, giggly beembos and still be totally fine.

Totally in control.

You weren't thinking of leaving already, were you?

And after you spent all that time sneaking into the beembo's hive.

Don't you want a taste of her royal honey?

It's what you came all this way for, after all.

Dilute it? Oh, but that would be so terribly rude. Yes, pure beembo queen honey does turn poor, silly mortals into brainless drones of the queen. Obedient addicts to sugary golden goodness to even think of disobeying busty, blonde babes.

But it's the least she could do for such a brave, clever mortal.

Now open wide, silly thing.

It seemed so easy negotiating with the beembo queen.

She agreed to all the treaties.

All the conditions.

She was so forthcoming, it would have been rude not to eat the honey candies she gave you.

Senseless not to suck those sweet, hard candies.

Stupid not to let her feed you more.

Let you drink royal honey from the decanter.

Lick it from her big, soft, bimbo tits.

Tell her how much you loved her.

Adored her.

And when she suggested you become a brainless beembo drone, how could you say no?

How could you resist being dipped in a pool of royal honey?

Changed into an obedient, dumb drone for mistress?

Of course you couldn’t.