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DAY 16:
"AW!" The Queen screams in aggravation. Her daintiness with the spoon has been overridden by her uncontrollable desire to feed on the Divine Royal Jelly, as she has drops a spoonful of the rich plasma between her now voluminous bosom--its stickiness seeping into her cleavage and dripping down the curves of her large dome-shaped tummy. She commands the drones to look the other way, but they can hear the frantic slurping as the Queen tries to salvage every drop of Jelly she has dropped on her own body. As her need for Royal Jelly becomes more insatiable, the less concern she has of appearing dignified.
DAY 22:
"THIS ISN'T ENOUGH!" Bellows the Queen, who is now a good three times the size of even the largest drone in the hive. Her spoon now rarely leaves her side, as she is presented a jar of Royal Jelly that is so large it now takes two drones to carry it. "I am a Queen--not a pupa! How dare you serve me such meager portions! Bring me more! NOW!" The Queen is no longer concerned with being nice or being patient, she only wants more. The Royal Jelly is now all she thinks of, and the amount of intake has grown exponentially with each passing day. She now has difficulty reaching around her huge bust, and her wings can't even lift her massive bulk even a single millimeter any more.
DAY 29:
The Queen has spent the entire morning screaming for her next meal. Her patience has run out. She is the head of this hive, and she no longer wishes to be told when to eat. But then she remembered where the drones would always go to retrieve the next jar. If she could go there, she could have as much as she wanted without having to wait for the drones! "ENOUGH!" She declares. "I am tired of waiting! Take me to the reserves room!" She heaves her humongous round body out of the throne. every part of it jiggles and wobbles much like the thousands of jars full of Jelly she has devoured over the past month.
Their only purpose to serve their Queen's every command, the drones escort the Queen as she waddles and puffs to get her bloated frame down the hallway and to the reserves room, where all the Hive's Royal Jelly is kept. She peers in, and what she sees is euphoric: rows upon rows of precious Jelly, as far as her segmented eyes could see. SHe throws her silver spoon down the hallway, as she will no longer need it. The drones seat her on a sturdy bench and line up, each with a jar, ready to serve. The Queen gulps down each one as if it were water.
Hours pass, the Queen has gone through a marathon of gluttony. her face, her hands and almost everything below her chin were spattered with remnants of Royal Jelly. She is down to the last jar. She holds it high above her head, letting the last drops of the ooze fall into her waiting open mouth. She drops the jar on the floor, along with the countless other empty jars scattered across the floor. This was it, she was finally full! She fell back on the floor, her belly so packed with both fat and eaten Jelly she was almost completely spherical. She felt tired and drifted to sleep on the spot. It took the strength of twelve drones to be able to lift the Queen and carry her all the way to her bed.
She no longer had a desire for Royal Jelly. It has served its purpose. This is the way every Queen of every beehive comes to be. It is not greed but nature that drives a Queen's need for the Jelly, to consume so much that she can grow to become a true Queen.
DAY 30:
It is complete, the metamorphosis is done. Digesting the last of the Royal Jelly, the Queen is now massively fat, her arms almost stick straight out, her breasts each larger than her head, a waistline almost as wide as she is tall. The sound of her heavy footsteps can be heard throughout the hallways as she waddles to the throne for her first official day as a True Queen. Her mass wobbles as she turns to sit down. An audible "PLOP" reverberated throughout the entire hive as she sat in her royal throne. But she is not comfortable, she can feel her own stinger poking her in the back. her thighs are so big, the can't fit between the armrests, and her flesh spills over both sides. "Oh Man." She said.
"This throne is too small."
THE END
DAY 16:
"AW!" The Queen screams in aggravation. Her daintiness with the spoon has been overridden by her uncontrollable desire to feed on the Divine Royal Jelly, as she has drops a spoonful of the rich plasma between her now voluminous bosom--its stickiness seeping into her cleavage and dripping down the curves of her large dome-shaped tummy. She commands the drones to look the other way, but they can hear the frantic slurping as the Queen tries to salvage every drop of Jelly she has dropped on her own body. As her need for Royal Jelly becomes more insatiable, the less concern she has of appearing dignified.
DAY 22:
"THIS ISN'T ENOUGH!" Bellows the Queen, who is now a good three times the size of even the largest drone in the hive. Her spoon now rarely leaves her side, as she is presented a jar of Royal Jelly that is so large it now takes two drones to carry it. "I am a Queen--not a pupa! How dare you serve me such meager portions! Bring me more! NOW!" The Queen is no longer concerned with being nice or being patient, she only wants more. The Royal Jelly is now all she thinks of, and the amount of intake has grown exponentially with each passing day. She now has difficulty reaching around her huge bust, and her wings can't even lift her massive bulk even a single millimeter any more.
DAY 29:
The Queen has spent the entire morning screaming for her next meal. Her patience has run out. She is the head of this hive, and she no longer wishes to be told when to eat. But then she remembered where the drones would always go to retrieve the next jar. If she could go there, she could have as much as she wanted without having to wait for the drones! "ENOUGH!" She declares. "I am tired of waiting! Take me to the reserves room!" She heaves her humongous round body out of the throne. every part of it jiggles and wobbles much like the thousands of jars full of Jelly she has devoured over the past month.
Their only purpose to serve their Queen's every command, the drones escort the Queen as she waddles and puffs to get her bloated frame down the hallway and to the reserves room, where all the Hive's Royal Jelly is kept. She peers in, and what she sees is euphoric: rows upon rows of precious Jelly, as far as her segmented eyes could see. SHe throws her silver spoon down the hallway, as she will no longer need it. The drones seat her on a sturdy bench and line up, each with a jar, ready to serve. The Queen gulps down each one as if it were water.
Hours pass, the Queen has gone through a marathon of gluttony. her face, her hands and almost everything below her chin were spattered with remnants of Royal Jelly. She is down to the last jar. She holds it high above her head, letting the last drops of the ooze fall into her waiting open mouth. She drops the jar on the floor, along with the countless other empty jars scattered across the floor. This was it, she was finally full! She fell back on the floor, her belly so packed with both fat and eaten Jelly she was almost completely spherical. She felt tired and drifted to sleep on the spot. It took the strength of twelve drones to be able to lift the Queen and carry her all the way to her bed.
She no longer had a desire for Royal Jelly. It has served its purpose. This is the way every Queen of every beehive comes to be. It is not greed but nature that drives a Queen's need for the Jelly, to consume so much that she can grow to become a true Queen.
DAY 30:
It is complete, the metamorphosis is done. Digesting the last of the Royal Jelly, the Queen is now massively fat, her arms almost stick straight out, her breasts each larger than her head, a waistline almost as wide as she is tall. The sound of her heavy footsteps can be heard throughout the hallways as she waddles to the throne for her first official day as a True Queen. Her mass wobbles as she turns to sit down. An audible "PLOP" reverberated throughout the entire hive as she sat in her royal throne. But she is not comfortable, she can feel her own stinger poking her in the back. her thighs are so big, the can't fit between the armrests, and her flesh spills over both sides. "Oh Man." She said.
"This throne is too small."
THE END
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I hate how scientifically accurate this is. The only thing missing is hardcore sex that causes penises to explode, and laying eggs.