Queen bee

Jeb Quintin May barely looked up from the monitor as someone walked through his family farm's gift shop. He paused the video and turned to greet their current guest, pulling out his cell phone and refusing to make eye contact as he repeated a scripted mantra in a bored monotone.

“Welcome to Mays family dairy, If you would like a free sample just ask the girls, if you would like a free tour I don't care and if you want some ice cream go shove your head in the freezer, and as always have a nice day” He droned off, not pausing in tapping the screen of his phone, while giving his rather rude and vulgar speech.

Mr. Smith stopped in his tracks, aghast at this young man's offensive greeting. The man bore a similar resemblance to the former David May, but a slightly younger and far more disheveled. Sporting a scraggly unkempt beard, loose fitting and dirty plain t-shirt, cargo shorts with long white socks and wearing a plain black baseball cap. He wasn't even paying attention to him, as he was preoccupied with his phone more than the new guest.

The “Gift shop” was decorated like an old fashioned farmhouse with an entire wall of freezers decked out in many varieties of the Mays organic ice cream as well as multiple gallons of fresh milk in glass bottles. There was also Heavy cream, half and half, eggs and even farm made cheeses. Another section was made up like a bakery, fresh loaves of bread, muffins, cakes, cupcakes, pies, preserved jams and jellies,raw honey and all manner of cookies, brownies, and other confectionery. Mr. Smith was practically salivating at all the delicious homemade foods on display. The only blemish was the constant tapping of that rather boorish young man, Smith clutched his ice box as he approached him with purpose.

Mr. Smith waited to be acknowledged, seeing as he was the only one present, and was frustrated when that failed to elicit a response. Clearing his throat to announce himself also failed to work as well.

“Excuse me….I'm here to do a quality check on a new business partner...I work with Two Scoops Ice Cream and I would like...you said you give free tours?” He asked pointedly.

Jeb sighed dramatically and finally put down his phone, glancing up with one eye barely making eye contact.

“I dont give tours, that's my sister's job. Go ask them” He offered unhelpfully. Mr. Smith was beginning to lose patience.

“And you are?” He questioned.

“...Nunya” Jeb snickered. Smith's eyebrow ticked in silent anger.

“...I see….” Smith sighed in frustration.

“Well...I was going to drop off the first quarter's profits in person. I was hoping to speak to members of the May family to make sure they received their payments...but since there’s nobo---” Mr.Smith bluffed. Jeb scrambled off the chair, nearly dropping his phone in the process.

“Wait wait...I'm May! I'm Jeb...I'm their brother!” He announced loudly.

“Oh? But you just said…” Jeb frowned.

“Come on, don't be an ass I was just tired of people bothering me about my dumb sisters and my mom and aunts” Jeb spoke disdainfully. Mr.Smith perked an eyebrow, probing more.

“Oh...a sore spot for you?” He questioned.

“Yeah, yeah it’s a sore spot...these bitches, I swear they think they’re better than me….they’re all just overgrown cows! My other brother is nothing but a little punk while my sisters are all just giant milk bags on legs. And I'm the black sheep of the family!? Because I refused to drink their tainted milk and conform to their agenda” Jeb ranted loudly, waving his arms in exclamation. Mr. Smith was rather taken aback by his outburst but was intrigued.

“Err...Agenda?” Smith probed further, Jeb smirked cruely giving Smith a bit of unease.

“Yeah..I've researched it all on the internet, and youtube videos. I’ve been trying to sabotage it as best I can from within...but I can smell a conspiracy when I see it” Jeb gestured to his phone as proof.

“They’ve been saying it all along, you ever wonder why all the May familys women are all gigantic and huge? And all the men are just average? What I believe is that our family is part of a secret cabal of feminists attempting to weaken the male population with their freaky breast milk. I personally refuse to eat or drink any of the food here, since it's probably all tainted with whatever chemical they use to make men into simpering doting little babies' ' Jeb panted, rather out of breath.

“....” Mr. Smith stood silently trying to process the statement he was given. He straightened himself and had a sly thought.

“ you...know I think I understand you a bit…” Smith trailed off, causing Jebs eyes to bulge in excitement.

“FINALLY someone sees the truth other than me!” Jeb cheered.

“You feel frustrated that the men and women in your family have a rather substantial gap in equality, am I correct?” Smith argued. Jeb nodded his head eagerly.

“You get it...I mean this is a farm right? But all the cows are the women and all the men tend to gardening or are glorified secretaries and assistants. One of my sisters DRAGS TRACTORS WITH HER BARE HANDS...that's not natural, that's not right at all...the men are supposed to be the big and strong head of the house...but my father is nothing more than a simpering sissy!” Jeb yelled. Smith nodded his head.

“Yes, you wish you could be equal to your sisters then?” Jeb shook his head.

“No, not equal...men are supposed to be in charge, kings and queens!” Jeb shouted.

“I….I see…well I definitely understand. And you know you must be hungry...I have in my cooler here something special...I was going to show off some flavors to Miss May, that is free of the “taint” of their milk and hope to see what she thinks...I think maybe you would appreciate this more...no?” Mr Smith offered, pulling up his ice chest. Jeb smiled.

“Heck yeah, I ain't gonna turn down free food. Not like i'm gonna touch any of the stuff here” Jeb eagerly opened the ice chest and pulled out a plastic container with the signature two scoops of ice cream.

“Now tell me wha--” Mr Smith was cut off as Jeb downed a single scoop in one gulp. Taken aback by his direct **** on his ice cream.

“Well...tell me what it tastes like…” He trailed off. Jeb nodded while licking his lips.

“Hmm...oh wow this is pretty sweet, but it tastes so familiar.” He moaned out, as his body rapidly underwent dramatic changes. He grew in height and musculature as his baggy clothes filled out with layers of dense smooth and luscious flesh. All his blemishes faded away along with any trace of body hair. More length was added to his now sculpted legs, gaining definition with every inch.

“Its….sticky, I can feel it against the roof of my mouth” He panted, his voice going up several octaves, hair falling in rivulets down his back and sides as it unfurled from beneath his cap, streaked black and a brilliant golden blonde.

“Mmm, sooo good, and it's got a hint of salt” Jeb groaned, his lips having plumped up considerably and turning a deep onyx black. A long crimson tongue snaked out to lap at any residual cream left on their surface. His chest began to swell up underneath this now changed shirt, going from a ratty plain cotton to a lacy delicate silk. A rather risque black bodice with gold trimmings barely contained her hefty bosom that almost reached a size similar to Daisy May’s.

“...Mmm...Just divine” Jez moaned, plucking up the last scoop of Ice Cream in her nearly two inch long black and gold fingernails, attached to delicate yet strong fingers. Her tongue snaked out nearly half a foot and snatched it from her fingertips as if it were second nature.

“This is our Queens Salted honey, something I personally make myself” Jez finished as her hips and ass finished widening considerably, stretching back nearly a foot from her back and adjusting her gait to accommodate her rather sizable backside that would put a clydesdale to shame. Jez stepped forward, her heels clapping against the wooden floorboards with an authoritative rhythm. She towered over Smith by nearly a foot and a quarter on heels, blackened leather leading to dark gold and black striped nylon. The only thing keeping her body decent was the elegant feathered cape tied around her waist, it being nearly seen through teasing the delectable body that lay beyond.

“Eyes at attention!” Jez snapped. Bringing his eyes to bore into her own, a piercing steel gaze behind fluffy dark eyebrows and long sharp eye lashes. Her eyes were framed on both sides by twin dark black bangs like a pair of attanea drooping down.

“Did my sister give you this?” Jez questioned, with a deep frown. Mr.Smith couldn't help but swallow a gulp instinctively at her domineering gaze.

“Yes, she said to give it to Jeb as a peace offering” She clicked her tongue and shook her head.

“Jeb? Sister always called me Jez. Momma named me Jezzabel Quinn May….However, you may address me as Queen...is that clear” She sounded off, Smith nodded in approval.

“Good, a good first impression is key, now...are you interested in taking a tour or not?” She offered with a swish of her cape. Her immense ass wobbling enticingly.

“I require my workers' hands, I shall introduce you to my personal attendants. And then you may see my mother and sisters. I’ve become rather full at the moment and good honey is not to be wasted” Jez commanded. Struggling to contain her heaving bosom, Smith could smell the unmistakable sweet odor of honey wafting in the air the more he followed Jez’s clapping ass cheeks barely contained in their striped nylon leggings.

“No problem Jez” Smith offered cheerfully, clasping his ice box firmly and was stopped in his tracks by Jez giving him a cold hard glare over her shoulder.

“What was that!?” She barked out. Smith put his hands up.

“Er...No problem Queen '' He acquiesced, She smirked darkly.

“Good, you can be taught” Smith, wiped his forehead before engaging her once more.

“Er you were saying something earlier about the men in your family?” She barely stopped her stride as she mulled over the question.

“I said the men are weak, fit only to lick at my heels. As is their proper place. The sooner they understand my superiority over them the easier it is to control them. My sisters and mother may have their milk, but my honey makes them obedient and loyal. I would of course dilute it for your purposes...but not too much” Queen spoke coldly. She turned on a heel.

“Now..let us get on with the tour”