A royal breakfast with the Queen

Not long after Mabel was in her quarters putting on some new dress mother had picked for her, it had a nice cut showing her left thigh and just enough of a neck cut to show a bit of her proud cleavage. Her mother had a very good taste when it came down to clothes and some rumors expressed her as part spider - normally a rude thing to say, but as her wardrobe was so great, it frankly made sense.

Mabel put her straight black hair behind her ears and swiped some moisturizing oil on her long and royal antennae - made them smell more natural and gave them a nice shine. She finished it off with little make-up and hurried downstairs with her personal maid, who she couldn't care less about as they changed every other day and had the personality of a pretty flower.

She walked into the big and tall dining room, where waiters flanked the big table now topped with the breakfast for the day. Mabel took the first seat and the one farthest from the matriarch's and made sure to give a nice cloud of pheromones to the other daughter queens to let them know that she's about to eat - an old tradition, but a fine and formal thing especially the royal family should better follow.

"Good morning Mabel, dear. Did you sleep well? I hear it's getting cold during the deepest hours of the nights." The deep and honeyed voice of the queen called out and Mabel had to look at her mother, the big and extremely beautiful bee. She had a seat far bigger than what is normal, but for a good reason, as she, as the queen stood about two workers tall, a truly majestic queen by any standards.

Mabel always looked up to her mother and wanted nothing other than to be just like her, a powerful bee and a ruler of the people. She gave a slight smile at her youngest daughter and continued her feast by eating a sweetroll. The other daughter queens either took more food or continued eating as Mabel took a croissant with honey of course.

Her mother was not just her mother, but the mother of every and each bee of the hive. Her eggs had birthed every single person Mabel knew and that's why she idolized her so greatly. Recently she had slowed down on egg production, and had ordered for only one queen egg to be created as she already had seven daughter queens to compete for the throne.

"Excuse me, did we not have any more corn cakes in stock?" One of Mabel's sisters, Abigail, asked the head chef, who was a busty and pretty worker with an almost bumblebee'y frame. "Oh, that is right. We ran out just yesterday, I hope the collectors bring us more today." The chef answered properly, making the oldest daughter queen turn around and look at the slowly reddening head chef.

"How come? Did you not foresee that they were running out? Do I have to come check on it myself, for goodness' sake?" The head chief shook her head bright red and apologized: "No such thing will be necessary, w-we will improve our performance. But what is true is that the winter is c…"

"No buts! You will stock on the fucking corn, so it lasts over winter! Have I made myself clear?" Abigail spat, making the poor chef fall on her knees and pray shaking: "Y-yes, yes, oh yes my lady…" The oldest daughter queen dressed up in a nice horizontally sliced black dress, which teased her royal body covering her nipples and such, while showing a lot of skin too. The matriarch emptied her goblet and put it down: "Abigail, my love. I'm sure they will manage, just refrain from swearing in these halls, alright? I do too long for corn cakes though, how sad indeed. Oh, that reminds me, Beatrice, how did the new collector's building look? Did the architect follow my lead, was there a flower insignia on the hall?"

The second oldest sister looked at her mother and put down a sweetroll. "Yes, there was a great daisy in the hall. It was of silver color and it had a plaque with an excerpt from your speech last week. The place was beautiful and the collectors looked ready and strong of course." Beatrice answered right from a script, which pleased her mother making her smile. Mabel felt full already, but as was tradition, she should at least sit for enough time for the matriarch to finish. The youngest daughter queen should not appear very hungry before the queen as was tradition, but Mabel often gets her belly full far before her mother does.

"Oh, I'm feeling most full. Amber, dear, did you eat well? I saw you eat only candies again, more is expected of you. If you won't eat your pastries, I will have you go through a health check. And, please dress up in the clothes I pick out for you, they are beautiful and would promote your beautiful body. That sweater does hardly any good on your hips, please dear." The full and sweet voice of the Queen called out to the girl opposite of Mabel. She had reddish hair and a matching cherry red and black sweater with common stripes. With that she wore tight pants and large dark glasses that made her look cute. She had also the largest collar from any of the other daughter queens mostly because he didn't like to trim it.

"I'm sorry mother, it's just that I don't like how they all have such massive neck holes. I would maybe wear one of them if my boobs wouldn't fall out. And I think you should get my measurements, as I think my waist has gotten wider again." She said while half yawning - Mabel didn't like how she treated mother as just another queen, but liked her courage.

"Fine, I'll have the dresser stop by your quarters at noon. But I mean it, I want you to dress up properly to dinner today, your breasts are worth showing dear, they are truly your best quality." She smiled motherly making Mabel smile too, although her comment did have a sharp edge on it. Mabel gave a look at Amber, who returned it by rolling her eyes.

The bee matriarch had the ultimate body for a bee, a huge firm set of breasts that could only be achieved by being the superior queen. A slim waist and a soft, but not fat stomach - to show that she has eaten well, but to also appear desirable. And a large and great bottom, with obviously wide birther's hips. Otherwise a queen often had the longest antennae, the strongest stinger and the biggest wings to match, although Mabel's mother had removed her wings a long time ago then.

Amber stood up first and rushed out obviously tense and made her maid leave her alone - she was the one sister who didn't appear completely fake and pretentious to Mabel. The other sisters traded smirks of disapproval and Mabel had to play along, although she did think Amber deserved better.

Mabel left quickly after and felt a sudden nervousness as she saw the chief-maid Belle in the hallway, her pretty mature face and round beautiful pinkish eyes - she shouldn't have gotten so physical with a maid this morning. Mabel ignored the maid and went into the first floor living room, the warmest room of the house to melt all the food inside her.

Mabel felt horny too, maybe from thinking about Belle, maybe just in general. She laid down, neatly aligned her wings and bit her lip as she tried to remember the face of the drone she saw the other day. His handsome face, cute dress, little arms and that adorable look he gave her. She felt her pussy getting nice and moist, her stinger edging to spring out and leaking a bit of venom on her backside. Then she remembered the egg and her eyes shot open.