Well, technically Beeatrice won't be naked anymore.

"Iii don't know if zzat workzz..." Ben mumbled, two hands resting on his hips, one scratching his cheek and the last hanging limp. "She'zz..."

"Not looking any worzze zzan uzz," Ron interrupted the other bee boi, adjusting his bulge in his yoga pants. "Seriously, I zzink we're good to go."

That was debatable, and the hive was obviously divided. They hadn't been able to lace the top, barely even managing to **** their queen's fat orbs inside. Now the pliant flesh bulged out of the cleavage and from the lower seam of the top, their fat nipples poking through the fabric as Beeatrice' hands ran over them. The most that could be said about the top was that the flowy sleeves somewhat hid her arms. When it came to hiding, though, her miniskirt failed miserably: It barely covered her ass in the back, and in the front, well... it had slipped over her fat nuts and bunched up at the root of her engorged shaft rising proudly over its waistband. In other words, her male genitals were more or less on full display, and the only thing that hid her female genitals were... her cock and balls.

"Yezz... I need to get back to Audreyy~..." The queen bee mumbled, taking a shaky step on legs that still twitched and buckled every so often when Beeatrice brought herself to another almost-climax, only Andy and Dan keeping her standing - they had taken over the support duties after getting the queen bee dressed.

"Zzee? Beeatrice wantzz to leave, too," Andy began walking towards the door with the other two bees, trying to find a rhythm that didn't have their hips knocking into each other. "C'mon, if zzomeone givezz uzz shit, we'll just zzuck him off until he shutzz up."

"Or lick her puzzy until she doezz," Jon supplied from where he was holding open the door. "I think we'll turn everyonezz headzz looking azz hot azz we do. I dunno about you guyzz, but I'm an equal opportunity zzlut."

"Honezztly, zzame." Ron answered as they ambled down the warehouse to where Beeatrice' car stood. "I can't wait to try my new cock, but my azz izz.. azz-king to get pounded."

"You juzzt had to zzay it, huh?" Ben groaned as the rest of the bee bois were wracked by a giggle fit that saw Andy and Dan almost dropping Beeatrice. "Okay, not like I feel any different, but do you have to be zzo zzilly all the time?"

"Why do you have to be zzo uptight all the time?" Jim shot back, once again pulling up his low-rise jeans with his lower arms. "Juzzt have a little fun with uzz!"

"Well, with Beeatrice out of commizzion for the time being, zzomeone needzz to zztep up!"

"Oooh!" Walking backwards in front of Ben, Ron grinned at the other bee boi as his antennae wiggled teasingly. "Grand Vizzier Ben in the houzze!"

"That'zz the wrong region, dinguzz!" Jon adjusted his booty shorts as he walked behind them - there seemed to be a lot of adjusting going on in general. But only of clothing; the bodies and new instincts seemed to need no adjusting to at all. "Zzultans had viziers."

"Zzo? Grand Vizzier zzounds cool!"

"I'm not getting around that nickname, am I?" Ben groused when they left the warehouse, Beeatrice almost falling again as her knees buckled in near-orgasm.

"Nope!" Came the simultaneous answer from the other five bee bois as they reached Beeatrice's car.

"Now, who hazz the keyzz?"

"Uuh..."

Five minutes later, Jim had run back to the storage room and fetched the keys Beeatrice had understandably forgotten there, and the hive was piling into her car. Jon had insisted on driving, but that wasn't even the biggest issue the hive faced: Beeatrice' car only had five seats, so Jim sat on Ron's lap and Dan on Andy's, with Beeatrice between them and Ben riding shotgun. The problems on the back seats became apparent even before the bee bois buckled in.

"Fffuck, your azz izz zzoft!" "Stop wiggling, you're making me hard!" "I can't help it, your fat cock is throbbing againzzt my azz!" "Not that I don't like how it feelzz, but do you really think thizz izz a good time to play with my dick?" "Not my fault your zzkirt is short enough I can reach under it..."

"Thizz izz zzo not going to end well..." Ben groaned as he put his face into all four hands while behind him, four bee bois bickered and giggled while Beeatrice, squeezed in between them, looked around with a dopey smile and slipped two hands under her top and ran the others along her shaft that rose between the front seats.

"Naaah, it'll be fine," Jon replied and put the car into drive.

"Oooh, hello Mr Officer, zzir! Izz that a baton in your pantzz or are you juzzt happy to zzee me?"