Ben's gonna make his own mess first. And then? Some plans for the future might be nice.

"Ohmigosh, this is sooo much, you guys, I love i--"

"Mnnguuuh!" Over at the counter, Ben twitched and gasped, head lolling back as thick jizz bubbled from his mouth and nose. The bee boi's first shot alone had entirely overwhelmed his little mouth and blown up his cheeks, almost drowning him in his own cum, so the subsequent ones splattered all over the kitchen and living room as Ben tried to get his breathing under control. In the throes of lust, it was an exercise in futility.

"Well, lookzz like Ben had hizz fun as well, the old zztick in the mud," Jon mumbled, still suspended in the air by Audrey's vines, although rather limp after an amazing ass-gasm. "Good for him..."

It took a while to get everyone sorted, cleaned and rested. For now, everyone was milling about, if excitedly looking through Seymour's belongings, good-natured prodding and pushing and general rowdiness could be defined as milling about. Beeatrice herself was sitting on Audrey's lap, sandwiched between the fuckplant's green boobs as the lovers rested and recuperated. The Queen Bee smiled as she watched her swarm - they were adorable, they were sexy, and knowing that she was responsible for making them and that they would service her at the drop of a hat made her tingly in all kinds of ways.

"Makes you feel nice, right?" Audrey murmured, leaning forwards to kiss the top of Beeatrice' head right between her antennae, engulfing the Queen Bee in titflesh. "Like a big, fun family."

Beeatrice only hummed in contentment, feeling warm and safe and home between her lover's tits. But there was something not quite right, and in her post-fuck haze, Beeatrice couldn't put either of her fingers on it, not for a few minutes. Until...

Jerry had traded his uniform shirt for one of Seymour's track pants and a shirt. Compared to all the others - in skirts and rompers and hotpants and all - he was looking decidedly less cute. Drab and boring even, if one could call a tiny little bee boi boring. But it drove Beeatrice to a decision on behalf of the hive. She was, after all, the Queen Bee.

"Boizz? Boizz! I have decided. We are going shopping!"

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Can I get a cute hat?!" "Shopping?! I wanna get some different shoezz!" "I don't need anything, thizz romper iz already plenty zzexy." "No it itsn't." "Exactly. You need zzomething much cuter and zzexier!"

"Awww, do you really have to leave already? You just got here..." Audrey was understandably not enthused to be left alone again. "I'm gonna be lonely..."

"We're not going to be long, love." Standing up and turning around, Beeatrice found herself face to face with the sitting plant girl, giving Audrey a quick peck on her purple petal lips. "Juzzt an hour or zzo, and maybe we can get zzome more cum for you! And... and I'm going to think about zzomething to get you more mobile, what do you think?"

"I'd like that, Beeatrice," Audrey smiled, giving the Queen Bee a longer, more passionate kiss, her hands caressing the bee girl's expansive ass while Beeatrice let all four of her hands roam over her lover's enormous green tits, both ignoring the oohs and aahs from the rest of the hive. Finally, they separated, faces flush and lips wet with their combined saliva. "Now... don't be long, okay?"

"Wouldn't dream of it, Audrey. And maybe I can get something that fits a little better." As it was, Beeatrice was bulging from her clothes pretty much everywhere.

On the way down, Beeatrice began to doubt her plan. Going out with all 8 members of the hive, just like that? Among normal humans? But then they met Steve on the last flight of stairs, crotch to ass with a fat-bottomed girl that looked like Chris' distant cousin - then again, considering what had happened to Beeatrice née Seymour and the Bee Bois, it probably was Chris. And while they did stare, they also weren't horrified and Beeatrice could even have a little chat with them. It gave her confidence that things would go alright.But when she went to actually leave the appartment building, Ben holding open the door for her...

"Wait, why did no one tell me my hair lookzz like thizz?" It was, put politely, a mess. It looked like Beeatrice had been fucked five ways to Sunday, which, of course, was true. Then again, the entire hive had the same hairstyle. "Okay, hairdresser first, then shopping."

Beeatrice strutted ahead, the Bee Bois behind her with only a minimum of shoving and giggling. People did stare, some pointed, others whispered, but Beeatrice just smiled and flicked her antenna. Who cared what the rabble said? She was, after all, the Queen Bee.

The hairstylists were not prepared. Judging by the empty shop room, it had been a slow day - until, without warning, the room was abuzz with a rowdy crowd of Bee Bois and their Queen Bee. There were two stylists, one man and one woman, standing at the back of the room where they had been talking, another man standing behind the counter, smartphone forgotten in his hand as he gaped at the unexpected patrons.Beeatrice sauntered up to the counter, where she found herself face to wooden edge. She was simply not tall enough anymore to look over the top... But that was not an insurmountable obstacle. She was, after all, the Queen Bee.

"Boizz?" Beeatrice snapped her upper right hand with a chitinous click, elbow resting on her upper left hand while she put her lower hands on her hips. The reaction was immediate. What had been a chaotic mess cavorting all over the room almost instantly assembled around the queen in an orderly half circle. "Ben, Dan, Jerry, Andy... I need a lift."

The four Bee Bois moved as one. Forming a tight circle next to Beeatrice, eight hands came together in their middle to form a seat for the Queen Bee. Once she had stepped into the circle and sat down, another eight came together to stabilise the queen's throne... and then Beeatrice rose, higher and higher until her belly was about level with the counter top. A much more fitting way to talk to someone.

"Now, my dearezzt..." Beeatrice checked the stylist's nametag, taking the opportunity to pull down her top a little more - an exercise in futility: The only way the Queen Bee was getting more exposed would be by stripping completely naked. "Mike... Me and my loveliezz are in dire need of your help. I mean, look at uzz!"

"I-I am, ma'am, and I, uh..."

Beeatrice smiled more broadly, antennae twitching. There was a sweet smell in the air, and it was becoming stronger, clearly making Mike flustered, most likely more accepting of the hive as well. Beeatrice had, as Seymour, barely passed High School, but even she knew what pheromones were. How verrrry useful to know she could rely on her body to produce them whenever she needed.

"You zzee, I was thinking you could work your magic on my boizz and me. Thing izz..." Batting her eyes at Mike, Beeatrice wiggled her antennae seductively as she ran her lower arms over the outer swell of her breasts. "I was hoping we could compensate you for your work not with money, but with... something else."

Jim took that as his cue to sidle over to the storefront. Biiig windows, nice and transparent and everything. Luckily, the curtains to the left and right were not just for decoration and could actually be drawn closed. Hopefully, that would be enough to keep anyone from wandering in while Beeatrice... paid.