Pillow 28 - Buzz off and nobody knows

(Man into wasp-TG)*

It was a hot night.

And long past midnight.

The bedroom windows were wide open, but that wasn't achieving much to combat the summer heat.

Dakota was lying on his bed, wearing only his underwear, rolling around uncomfortably on top of the blanket trying, and failing miserably, to sleep.

He was your average long limbed, lanky white guy, with medium length blond hair and a matching short beard. His skin was soaked in steaming sweat, the subtle noise of urban nature entering through the open windows, drilling his ears as he tightly squeezed his eyelids closed, desperate to get some rest.

He gasped, trapped in a half delirious nightmare.

Perhaps it wasn’t only the heatwave that was preventing him from sleeping.

In the horrid dream it was noon,a cold breeze ruffled the grass and Dakota was trapped in the shadows below the stairs of some porch. He was squeezed into a very uncomfortable posture, with his arms and legs tangled around his body and completely naked.

Unable to move, as if he was rooted to the soil, unable to speak no matter how much he wanted to scream. In the dream Dakota could only stand and stare, swollen and immovable, as he saw the dozens and dozens of bugs flying around him.

Landing and crawling around his tense skin, moving inside and outside his body as if he was their home. Their tiny legs tapping in his mouth and nose, buzzing in his ears, even climbing his penis.

In his bed his dick began to grow erect as his heart pumped blood faster.

In the dream he remained still, at the mercy of the insects.

It was as if he was a beehive.

No, not bees.

Wasps.

Wasp nest.

He was a wasp hive.

The erection stretched his underwear.

Dakota groaned softly, almost sobbing.

Footsteps sounded in front of him, he saw Dakota approaching, Dakota the man, the average guy, approaching Dakota the nest. Dakota the guy wasn’t always naked, just sometimes naked, blinking flashes between wearing average clothes and being fully nude.

Dakota saw Dakota pulling out from somewhere a can of bug-spray.

“HMMMMM! HMMMMMMMMM! HMMMMMMMMMMM!”

In intense panic his muffled voice resounded in the dream and also in the bedroom as he tried impotently to scream, knowing all too well what was going to happen.

The spray sprinkled, the spark lights the liquid up, setting it to blaze.

Flames surround the nest, burning the wasps alive. Dakota the guy was terrified of the mini-inferno of his own making. Dakota the hive could hear the bugs as if they had screaming voices, desiring to scream along them as the heat consumed him into nothing.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

Dakota woke up yelling, sitting stiffly straight in bed as he gasped breathlessly. covered in sweat as if he had just finished running a hellish marathon. His pounding cock had left a stain of cum in his underwear, and was still standing tall, his heartbeats echoing in the eardrums.

His body was rigid in pain.

He could barely move, not even blink. A constraint in his chest, crunching his lungs.

Sobbed, whined, the memory of the flames burnt in his brain.

“I didn’t wanna…! I didn’t wanna, it was an accident! It was an accident I swear!”

The guy desperately pleaded to the surrounding nothingness as if he was terrified for his life, for his existence. His erection trembling painfully, tears and sweat.

“I didn’t mean to! I didn’t wanna… I swear, I swear! Please… please, pleashhhhhh!”

His lips were shut down, but he kept trying to beg with them closed. Muffled sounds of anguish as his breathing was chopped and his body painfully contorted. Bones cracked, his head resting atop a shoulder, arms and legs twisting.

Dakota snorted and groaned.

An horrific sound as his shadow in the wall was malformed in the blink of an eye.

His limbs were cut short, they contracted inside his body, leaving only his feet and the hands flapping impotently. Absurdly squashed into barely any more than just a head and a torso Dakota cried out in agony, feeling his neck contracting inside his chest, gasping for air… for help.

For help he knew would never arrive.

“PleashshsPleasshsplisplisplisliiiiiishJJJJjjjjjyyyyyyyytc!”

Another male orgasm.

Another terrifying cracking noise.

Dakota’s shadow disappeared instantly and with it, so did the man to which it belonged.

Gone forever, never to be seen again.

On the blanket, in the centre of the bed, remained the underwear. There was a small bulge inside the dirty fabric, an insignificant bump that began to move towards one of the leg openings.

The man, or what was left of him, crawled out of the cloth.

His sobbing was a pathetically high pitched whine, barely audible above the background noise in the room.

“Uhhhh…! Uhhhh…! Uhhhh…!”

Gracelessly reduced in height to mere inches, he stood on all fours near the underwear, totally nude and in pain. His penis hadn’t shrunk at the same rate as the rest of him, the still erect phallus had retained a considerably preposterous size in comparison with his tiny body, now counting for at least half of Dakota’s mass.

Moving required dragging that big chunk of meat around.

But he didn’t want to move any further, he wanted to escape his certain fate and that’s why he kept begging.

“Please! Please! Please, no!”

Nobody listened, nobody could have heard him even if there were anyone around.

The bug-sized guy continued his sad sorry pleading until the pain twisted his voice into a gurgle. He shouted, his penis tensed up, lining up with the rest of his spine.

A piercing sound.

A groan of pain.

A sting had sprouted from the tip of his cock.

“No! No! Please! NO!” Dakota cried.

Cum dripped from the tip of the sting, his penis swelling and curving. The revolting sensation of the changes taking over his body made Dakota moan. He shook his head in desperation, yelling as loudly as he could with his puny voice.

“Not a wasp! I don’t want to be a wasp!”

More minuscule grotesque noises ravaged the guy’s body. A pair of dark insect legs pierced their way from the sides of his torso. The new legs tapped as his feet and hands deformed, fingers and toes squeezed together simultaneously.

His limbs, all six of them, grew longer, lifting up his body. Articulate but inhuman appendages that didn’t seem to want to answer the demands of their alleged owner.

Dakota felt like puking.

“NHhhhhh! No more! NO MORE!”

The sad chump held his breath and bent his back, biting his lips.

Another rip.

Two pairs of yellowish, translucent wings emerged abruptly from his back, the upper one bigger than the lower set. The wings flapped, their buzzing sound mixing with Dakota’s voice. The slight fresh breeze that the flapping generated helped him with the heat, but didn’t ease the fact that he was quickly transforming into a bug.

“Gggoood! Zzzzzzzzzh! Gooodzzzzz! Nuhhhhh! Plizzzzzzzz! Plizzzz! Nuuuuuuu chanzzzzzz moreee mezzzzzzzzz! ZZZZZZZZZZZZ! Zzzzzzzzzz! NOZZZZZZZZZ! HELPPZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!”

Panic.

Absolute despair.

His skin hardened into the solid black of an exoskeleton, his bloated penis had by now malformed into a pointy wasp abdomen while his upper body was squeezed and barreled around the six legs. There was no mercy for poor Dakota as his humanity was swiftly erased with the cruel and methodical intention of leaving no recognizable trace of his previous self.

The lengthy blond hair he had humbly prided himself on began to fall when two long antennae sprouted from his forehead. Eyes now unable to blink, swollen out of their sockets, black as the black the rest of his body was becoming, a cracking pain in his jaws as teeth mutated into insect mandibles. Tears stopped flowing with the morphing of his eyes, but not because the desire to cry had by any means left the man.

“ZZzzziiii! ZIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! Thizzzzz guunnnaa beeeeeeeeeee noooozzzing leeeeeft uuuuuuuffffffffffffffff meeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeezzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZH! I don dezeeeeeeeeeeeerv! Don dezerzzzzzzzz ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis! ZHHHHHHNNNNNNHHHHH! WAZZZZZZZZZZP!”

The wings flapped excitedly in preparation for the conclusion of the changes.

A final wave of whispering snaps as the final remnants of the man, which was mostly only a vaguely-human head, took over in quick succession, not even giving him the  chance for some last words.

There hadn’t been much noise for a while, but finally silence came back to the bedroom.

It was hard to spot at first glance in the darkness of the night, but on the bed, near to that empty dirty underwear, stood a rather large black wasp.

A spider wasp.

A tarantula hawk.

A female one at that.

The wasp cocked her head, buzzed with her wings a couple of times and leaped forward, gracefully landing on the frame of the empty window. It climbed on top of the frame and looked back at the bed.

In the tip of her sting she felt a very subtle tingle, a nervous tremble of pleasure, a soft electric pinch that made the clear memory of the human cock she had owned for all her life until losing it forever just half-an-hour ago vividly flash through her mind.

She felt a pressure in her chest, a moment of doubt, of deep uncertainty.

A moment of immense cosmic horror that could have crushed her easier than the sole of a boot, the distant vanishing echo of a sobbing man’s voice, followed up by morbid resignation.

The wasp twitched her antennae

The guy she had been could remain mortified for the rest of his days for all she cared… and she was going to… but she had other priorities now.

She needed food.

She needed to mate.

To nest and lay her offspring.

What other option did she have other than to be the wasp she was?

Wings buzzed, without looking back a second time the wasp disappeared into the summer night.

On the bed lay the cum stained underwear and a sweaty silhouette, dismal remains of a guy that was no longer there and would never return, his online peers would notice he was missing weeks before his landlord, but just a couple of days after his coworker and then…

Nothing.

Just the wasp.