Just like the rest of the bee boi's - rather positively.

"What do you mean...?" Jerry asked hesitantly, his uniform shirt slipping off one slender shoulder, bunching up over the root of his twitching, softening rod. His hands were still gripping Jon's massive ass and thighs, sinking deep into the flesh. "I... pretty?"

"Yeah, abzzolutely!" Jim clambered out of the car, stuffing his oversized package back into his low-rise jeans as he went over to Jerry. Grabbing the one of the cop's chitinous lower arms, he pulled Jerry to the driver door, pushing the newborn bee boi in front of the side mirror. "Look, look!"

"Whaaa~?" Jerry's newly high-pitched voice rose even higher as he stared at his reflection, grabbing both of his cheeks with his upper hands as his mouth pulled into a wide, giddy smile. "I'm... I'm zzo cuuuute!"

"Right?!" Jim gushed, his grin almost as wide as Jerry's. "Izzn't it juzzt the bezzt? We look cute, we zzound even cuter, and..."

The sound of Jon groaning loudly and slipping off the hood of the car interrupted Jim's praising of the hive. Jon hit the asphalt with the thud of flesh and a clatter of chitin, the satisfied expression on his face never faltering as he decided that lying on the ground with cum sloshing in his belly was a great way to spend his time right now. Of course, Jim hurried over to his hivemate, leaving Jerry to marvel at his new face and grope his enlarged bee-hind even as the other bee bois rushed to Jon to make sure their brother was okay, leaving Beeatrice behind in the car in turn.

"You okay?!" "How are you feeling?" "Are you alright?"

In a flurry of voices, the bee bois talked over each other, squatting down around Jon and touching him gently to assure him they were there for him. Okay, the slow, teasing strokes on his still-erect cock weren't strictly necessary, but sure to make him feel better. And judging by the giddy smile on Jon's face, the ring of bee boi bulges around him was very much appreciated.

"Not juzzt alright, I... you gyuzz have to get fucked in the azz, it'zz zzo good!"

"Yep, he'zz fine!" Dan said, standing up from where he was squatting next to Jon's head, giving the other bee boi a full upskirt, showing off his plump nuts and the fat prick he'd stuffed into his stockings. "Now, not to pull a Ben, but shouldn't we get going to Beeatrice' apartment? I don't want to be here if anyone wantzz to check out the... noizze."

"Uh, you're definitely pulling a Ben, though," grinned Ron from where he was squatting, antennae wiggling teasingly. Of course he would be the most **** to leave - after all, it was two of his hands that were slowly stroking Jon's shaft.

"Zzo? He'zz zztill right, if you azzk me," Andy replied, getting up himself - at least partway: he was holding one of Jon's hands to help him up, but the other bee boi was still completely limp, lying on the ground with no intention of getting into any kind of vertical position. "I mean, we took thizz route zzo no one would catch uzz, right?"

"Didn't that work like charm..." Ben groused, a little discontent with the teasing about his being a stick in the mud - and this time he hadn't even said anything! "But really, let'zz get moving."

"Alright, alright, majority rulezz..." Grumbling, Ron stood himself and got to helping with moving Jon into the car and on the shotgun seat.

"Majority? There'zz three for it, two againzzt it and the new guy and Beeatrice--" Jim's protest was cut off by Ben's retort.

"Don't get a vote. Beeatrice izz too far gone to think zztraight right now and the new guy'zz zztill ogling himzzelf. Now help uzz with the buttzzlut. And new guy? Make yourzzelf uzzeful and pick up Jon'zz pants."

Getting the thoroughly fucked Jon into the car was actually not that hard, with three bee bois and twelve arms between them. Of course, the way he twitched and mewled in the afterglow made his buddies blush as their bulges throbbed, their libido heightened after the lewd display right on the hood - and of course the fact that they'd been touching themselves and each other with gusto while watching. Ben, much to his shame, had even painted half the windshield white from inside after losing control and shooting a fat wad of cum!

"Uhm, I... where... where do you want me to zzit?" Jerry held Jon's bootyshorts in two hands, antennae drooping as he looked at the others, Ben and Jim in the front and the others once again double-booking the back seats.

"Right here, zzilly!" Jon buzzed, patting his bare thighs, his throbbing shaft nestled between their soft swells - and even though Jerry blushed fiercely, he nonetheless clambered up and into the car, sitting down on Jon's lap. The fact that he was by now only wearing his uniform shirt didn't exactly help his libido; Jerry could feel Jon's massive member slide between his butt cheeks, press against the former police officer's fat nuts and his own swollen shaft.

"Th-this is..." The irony wasn't lost on Jerry - he'd stopped the car because there were to many people in it, and now he was making the situation worse. But he didn't get to finish the sentence as he finally noticed something fleshy and bulbous poking out between the front seats... "W-wait, what?!"

So far, his brain had done a pretty got job at ignoring the impossibly large cock. It was just too big to register with him as a dick until he sat right next to it, but now, he couldn't help but crane his neck and follow the fat, throbbing length to the impossibly thicc queen bee in the middle of the back seat. Beeatrice had fondled herself into a lustful stupor, her head lolling back against the seat as her four chitinous hands meandered over every inch of sensitive skin she could reach.

"That'zz Beeatrice, our queen, Officer," Dan explained non-chalantly from where he was sitting on Ron's lap, who in turn had one hand under the other bee boi's skirt while Dan teased his nipples through his blouse. "She'zz a little... indizzpozzed right now."

"Uh...huh." The sight of Beeatrice, her enormous assets and her insufficient attire left Jerry dumbfounded. Even when Ben put the car into drive and the giggling, bickering and fondling in the backseats began anew, the newly minted bee boi couldn't help but stare.

Until he felt four gentle, chitinous hands creep under his shirt, gently stroking and fondling his body.

Officer Warren Solomon woke a few hours later to an empty street and no one in the driver's seat. His confusion only grew when he began looking for his partner - and found only Jerry's pants, belt with gun holster and taser still attached and closed. This would be one hell of a report...