Humanity is a hive-species

Not believing that the app would do anything you entered "Humanity is a hive species likes ants or bees". As soon as you tapped "Submit" the phone disappeared from your hand in a flash of light and you fell to the ground, overwhelmed by memories of a completely different life filling your mind.

What you now remember is that the human race never left the stone age. There is no longer the streak of individualism in the human soul required for inventing something as strange as smelting metal or writing. Instead you have a complete dedication to fulfilling your role in the tribe.

There are four roles that women may fall into:

Queen: Giants standing at ten to twelve feet in height and permanently pregnant from the age of eighteen until shortly before ****. There is only room for one queen in any tribe and unless the tribe newly formed all members are her daughters. Unlike women in your old reality she can be impregnated repeatedly so that she can give birth to one daughter while baring five or six more at different stages of pregnancy. Queens are extremely curvaceous in appearance and their great height means that they never look more than four months pregnant by your old reckoning.

Drone: At almost every moment in her life after establishing a new tribe a group of drones will be performing cunnilingus on the queen in shifts. The women in this role are are typically tall (though not gigantic like the queen) with very slender figures and extraordinarily long tongues to better please their queen. When not engaged in mating the queen drones will help workers with chores that do not take them too far from the queen's house.

Warrior: Warriors are a little taller than drones and much more muscular. Their jobs are fighting other tribes, defending from predatory animals, hunting and occasionally lifting things too heavy for the workers. Although they are extremely aggressive with outsiders they are equally gentle and even affectionate with members of their own tribe.

Worker: The vast majority of members in a tribe. Although they are the shortest their typically buxom figures make them hard to tell apart from very young queens. Their primary roles are maintaining the buildings, tending to the gardens, child raring and cooking though if anything else ever comes up it usually falls to a group of workers to do it. Workers spend a week out of every month lactating so that they can nurse newborn sisters. Any milk not required for that will be given to warriors, drones or even the queen to supplement their diet and invite some sexual bonding.

Upon reaching middle age a queen will birth a group of potential heirs to her throne. Upon reaching the age of eighteen these heirs will fight to see who will be the new queen. Though savage the fight is not to the **** and the losers are sent into the wilderness with the workers who raised them in hopes of seducing drones away from another tribe to start their own.