There's six strong (?) guys (?) - they will manage. (Warning, thing's are about to get kinda silly.)

Standing in a circle around their barely sensate, giggling queen bee, her four chitinous hands running over her plump hips, groping her enormous breasts and stroking her stiff, straining monster of a cock, the six bee bois got their brain gears churning to find a solution to their current conundrum. It was Ben, the one who'd been pounding the queen bee's pussy, who spoke first.

"Okay, firzzt zzingzz firzzt: We can't zztay naked. Thizz izz a warehouzze, I'm sure we can find zzome zztuff."

They did. But not everyone was happy with what they found.

"I can't fit my cock into zzese booty shortzz! It's bulging out halfway at the top!" Jon struggled with the offending garment, but when he fully pulled it over his ass, his cock almost flopped out, and if he shoved his fat bulge inside, almost a quarter of his thicc butt bulged over the waistband.

"Doezz look juicy, zzough..." Andy ran one dainty finger over the bulge in question as he pulled the halter top he'd taken from one of the boxes over his body with his three unoccupied arms. The top hugged his slender frame, the irony of the cartoon bee with the words 'bee-otch' printed on it not lost on any of the bee bois.

"We shouldn't be going for juicy, we should go for inconzzpicuouzz," Ben groused as his antennae twitched in annoyance, a little miffed that his great plan was foiled by the fact that the only clothing shipment they had lying around consisted entirely of skimpy, sometimes downright slutty clothes. The romper Ben was wearing was one of the more modest options, but the fact that it was slightly to big for him and had slipped of his left shoulder still made it look delightfully lewd - especially with the outline of his fat cock on one of the legs.

"Pff, azz if anyone izz gonna care about our arms when we shake thizz in their facezz!" Dan slapped his expansive ass with one of his lower hands, making the soft flesh quake and the pleated miniskirt he was wearing swing enough to reveal the lower swell of his rump. The thigh-highs he was wearing did little more than hold his massive cock in place against his left leg, about a hand's width clearly visible between skirt and sock - and the entire length making the white fabric bulge obscenely down to his knee.

"Guyzz, guyzz, what do you zzink?" Ron rose from behind the box where he'd been struggling to **** himself into the yoga pants he was now wearing, his crop top barely reaching the lower end of his rib cage. Giving a little twirl, he showed off his curvy hips and massive bulge to the rest of the hive.

"Zzlutty. You can zzee everyzzing! I love it." Jim adjusted his low-rise jeans which threatened to slip down the swell of his ass constantly, the crotch stretched taut by his humongous genitals.

Andy slipped the cut-off jeans he'd been eyeing up his legs, grunting and puffing to squeeze his hips and thighs inside with all four of his hands. His cock, even flaccid almost as long as his thigh and as thick as one of his now slender lower arms, was sticking out from the left pant leg, almost the entire length swinging around with every step. While Jim put on a low-cut top to go with his low-rise jeans and Dan buttoned up a white blouse that hugged his slender body, Ben kept grumbling.

"Could azz well be naked... we look like hookerzz..."

"Zzilly Ben, we're not hookerzz!" Jon, now clad in a halter top much like Andy's but without the cartoon bee, smoothed down the fabric and turned to Ben, cocking his plump hip and resting his right upper hand on the soft flesh as the rest of the yellow and black limbs hung down. "Hookerzz would take money, we'll just take honey! Male honey, that izz."

Ben only groaned as the rest of the hive giggled uncontrollably. Next on the agenda was raiding the warehouse for shoes - simple, yet cute black flats for Ron, red pumps with a short heel for Dan and almost annoyingly cute sneakers for the rest of them. No one complained much, however; they were just glad to have found clothes and shoes that fit their new bodies.

"Okay, how are we going to get her into her new clothezz? Are they even going to fit?" Jon asked as they had returned to the room where they'd left the queen bee. She had slipped from the box, now sitting on her plush rump and looking up at them with a dopey, lustful smile as her two upper hands roamed over her swollen milkers while her lower limbs caressed her pulsing shaft and stirred up her gushing honeypot.

"Zzere you are, my prettiezz," she mumbled, licking her lips lasciviously. "Did you bring me zzomezzing?"

"We are zzix, zzo zzere'zz... 24 handzz between uzz. Zzat should be more zzan enough, Jon. And she'zz not helplezz, juzzt... addled" Ben tried to roll his eyes, forgetting for a second that they were now compounded. The movement of his head conveyed the message pretty well, though. "Now, Zzeymou-- no. The name juzzt doezzn't fit you. Uh..."

"Zzen how about Bee-Atrice?" Dan giggled, followed by Andy:

"Oh, oh, or Bee-a!"

"Zzat'zz zze dumbezzt I've ever--!" The outburst of Ben was interrupted by the queen bee's cum-drunk voice.

"I like zzat firzzt one..." Sighing lustfully, queen bee Beeatrice tried to rise from where she was sitting - but the new weight of her body and its changed distribution, combined with her unwillingness to use her arms for anything other than stimulating herself saw her struggling to even rock in place.

But all six members of her hive immediately jumped to their queen bee's side to help her up. Sadly, as voluptuous as Beeatrice was, there was by far not enough room for six bee bois with dumptruck asses and fittingly wide hips. Bumping into each other, they smooshed their bulges and bare cocks into the queen bee's face before Newton's third law - every action leads to an equal and opposite reaction - send all of them crashing to the floor in every direction, chitinous limbs sprawled every which way.

"Oww..."

"... Fuck."

"You zzilliezz!" Beeatrice giggled between soft moans, all four of her hands still at work on her body. "I juzzt need two to help me. Andy, and, uhm, you!"

Pointing to where Ben was picking himself up with the hand that had been stirring up her pussy, Beeatrice pressed her enormous hooters together with her upper armpair as her other lower hand pulled her thick shaft against the soft orbs - just because the pleasure coursing through her was now not building anymore didn't mean that it was much more manageable, the queen bee was still chasing that high, the release for all the cum she'd stored.

"Alright zzen, Andy. Give me a hand or zzree..."

After much giggling, grunting and strictly unhelpful commentary from the four other bee bois, Beeatrice finally stood, albeit a bit shaky, held by Andy and Ben and with all four hands once again roaming the jiggly expanse of her breasts, hips, thighs and ass, sometimes straying to the decidedly less jiggly shaft now nestled between the bountiful orbs of her breasts. Even with her belly swollen with cum, her tits were more than big enough to envelop the straining pole of fuckmeat rising before her.

"Okay, uh, Beeatrice, we brought zzome zztuff zzat'll hopefully fit you..." Jon stepped forwards with the clothes the hive had procured - a half-length white top with wide arms and lacing at the front that would hopefully be able to contain the queen bee's massive mammaries and a stretchy miniskirt that had its work cut out for it doing the same for her ass, cock and balls.