Queen Bee - Female Bee transformation

Alien anthro bees kidnapping human girls to turn them into their queens... yeah idk what witty thing to say about this one either. Regardless, that's gotta sting.

What happens when a Queen Bee dies? They find a new one. Usually the bees take some eggs, put them in a special cell within their hive, and feed the larvae special royal jelly to enhance their growth. The females that are born fight each other to the death to obtain Queen status.

These bees, however, were different – they were an alien species, not from this world, somehow ending up on Earth anyway – sentient, humanoid little creatures with fluffy insect bodies. They had four hands and one pair of feet, as well as a face that resembled a human male’s, save from the eyes and the antennae.

Other than that, they were perfectly bee-like, and no one batted an eye when they flew past, buzzing along as they hopped from flower to flower for their perfectly bee-like tasks. If only someone would take a closer look, then perhaps they might realise something was off about these small creatures.

Today was a dire day. The Queen was dying – she would not make it to morning.

A replacement had to be found – and fast.

Unfortunately, not a single female bee had ever been born from an egg – this bee species did not birth their own females.

They stole them from other species, transforming them into one of their own kind. And this planet called “Earth” just so happened to house the perfect candidate of species.

Humans.

It wasn’t like any girl would do. She needed to have certain qualities – the most important one being that she was kind to bees. There would be no use in taking a Queen that wouldn’t provide or take care of them like she was one of their own.

Luckily, one such girl happened to walk right past the hive.

She was a tall brunette with green eyes, busy smelling the flowers that grew at the root of the tree the hive hung from. She was chatting to the bees as she did, smiling at them instead of trying to swat them away.

She was perfect. They had to act quick; if they could take her whilst she was standing right below their tree, things would take the least amount of effort, and her chances of becoming their Queen were the highest.

One brave soldier made the sacrifice. He landed his stinger perfectly square in her butt – it broke off, meaning he’d soon pass away, but it was for the good of the hive – they would soon thrive under their new Queen.

The spot the little stinger had penetrated immediately turned dark as her skin began to change, but Katie wouldn’t be able to see that without the aid of a mirror – or without taking her pants off.

“Yowch!” Katie yelped in pain, slapping the spot where the bee had stung her. She felt the stinger, which had got caught in the cotton of her shorts. What was she to do? Pull it out, or go to first aid to have a medical professional do it?

She decided the former would be less of a hassle, as she wasn’t allergic to bees – although admittedly, this sting did make her feel a little strange.

Katie pulled on the stinger, which seemed to take a lot more effort than usual – not to mention that it seemed to grow between her fingers as she tugged on it.

There – it finally came out – by now feeling like a needle she had to pull out of her butt.

She put it in her palm to take a closer look – why was it so big? Usually, a stinger was less than a millimetre in length.

In fact, not only was it much bigger than usual... it was getting bigger right before her eyes.

Katie looked down as she felt her shorts slide off her hips – had her belt come undone? Her panties soon followed. Looking up, she noticed her point of view began to disappear as her head slid back into the collar of her shirt – she was shrinking!

Why was this happening? Had this to do with the bee sting? It had to be the bee sting.

As she proceeded to shrink into her shirt, the sound of the bees humming got louder – not only because they got larger compared to her, but also because they were headed in her direction. Their Queen was ready to enter the hive, and was in need of assistance in her current state. They would happily provide.

Finally done shrinking, she now fit inside one of her shoes, and struggled to get out from under the several layers of clothing. The bees were much faster: one group lifted the shirt out of the way, and another group ducked into the shorts to get their new queen.

Katie struggled, but the bees lifted her into the air with ease. She was still significantly bigger than them, but they were with far larger numbers.

“Where are you taking me?” she shrieked as they pulled her up higher and higher. “Put me down!”

They were headed for the large tree overhead – as they reached the tree’s first branches, the final destination came into view.

They were taking Katie, naked and all, to their hive.

Without speaking to her, they proceeded to fly her into the hive, and into a special chamber where they put her down – the ground was awfully sticky, and Katie found herself sticking to whatever substance that it was laced with. She wasn’t going to be able to run.

“Hey!” she shouted. “Where are you going?”

The bees left her on the ground, helpless and naked, two of them returning after a brief moment. Each bee was carrying a bowl; Katie did not have to wonder what purpose they served for long.

The bees knelt beside her, and began taking turns scooping handfuls of jelly from the bowl and stuffing said hand into her mouth, forcing her to eat the jelly.

“Stop,” she gagged, but the bees were relentless. She had to keep eating – or suffocate.

They stuffed, she swallowed – bowl after bowl, as other bees came and brought new bowls every time she finished one. The bees did not allow their Queen a moment’s rest – she had a lot of growing to do.

With every forced bite that was stuffed down her throat, Katie forgot she’d been kidnapped by bees a little more. Slowly but certainly, she happily took the gooey substance, emptying bowl after bowl for what seemed to go on for hours.

Her belly had begun to swell, now sprouting the first strands of yellow fuzz. The male bees, satisfied with their work, smiled at each other and left.

Their job would soon continue – but first, the jelly would play its role. The Queen had entered her final stage of transformation, and would soon be ready to provide eggs for the colony.

Her belly full and round, Katie could barely move, let alone notice the yellow fuzz that was beginning to cover every inch of her torso, or the black pigment that was beginning to cover her skin underneath the new layer of fluffy hairs.

Her boobs, once small and round, were rapidly expanding, the nipples turning a dark brown as the mass of fat beneath the skin expanded. It was important that the Queen Bee was well-endowed – otherwise they might mistake her for a big male bee. Her breasts had to be soft, supple, and most importantly – visible to every bee at a distance.

This requirement applied for other areas as well, of course, as she’d soon have to push out thousands of eggs on a daily basis – her body groaned as her hips began to widen, and Katie found herself begin to lift a little off the ground as her butt began to swell.

She rolled over, her stomach having returned to its normal size, allowing her to get on her knees instead. This made this part of the transformation a little easier, as only gravity would be pressing down on her new body, rather than her own weight. A mass was forming on her back and butt – growing larger, not to mention fuzzier, by the minute.

Yellow fuzz grew thicker, adding black strands in a striped pattern as her Queen body formed itself. From her midriff sprouted her second set of arms- from stumps to arms, palms, fingers. Her thighs increased in size to support the new weight, a little fuzzy and black in colour.

A funny sensation tickled her back as wings began to grow – she would never be able to use them and have no need for them as the hive’s new Queen and broodmother, but as their leader, she would have the biggest and most regal-looking pair of all.

She flapped them twice, as though to confirm they were indeed a part of her.

Then, the headache came – her vision began to blur as her eyes changed shape. They became large and black – “bug-eyed”, if you will. Her lips darkened and puffed up slightly – but she’d never use them to speak another word. Soon, she wouldn’t even have a voice box to speak with.

Bees communicated by shaking their behinds. Not through speech. Speaking was a human thing.

Her antennae started as small stubs between her still dark brown hair, now blonde at the roots and curly and thick as it fell down her back onto her bee-bossom. The antennae quickly grew to full length, as the freshly formed Queen gained awareness of her new colony and her duty to them – be fertile. Birth bees. Provide life.

Moments later, the male bees returned to see the fruits of their labour – and found their Queen ready, waiting, willing – she had eggs to lay, and was in need of a soldier to fertilize them.

So the colony would proceed to exist and thrive under their new Queen – who would not even remember her old life as a human, let alone miss it.

She was a Queen, after all.