Seymour has a job, remember?

Of course, it was Seymour's phone ringing with the ringtone he'd set for work that interrupted them all too soon. The bee boi opened his eyes blearily, the strange new way of seeing making him dizzy for an instant. Something moved just over his forehead, exploring the swell of Audrey's massive breasts until he raised his head and found his new antennae droop before his eyes briefly before they whipped up, out of his enhanced field of vision.

"Do you have to answer, Seymourrr~?" Audrey pouted at him and batted her eyes before planting a kiss on Seymour's glans that made him groan with a curiously high voice. It didn't sound feminine, but rather... androgynous. "You could just fuck me again..."

"Zzorry, that'zz my bozz calling... and I can't afford to lozze my job..." With a heavy heart, Seymour untangled himself from Audrey, who couldn't part from him without letting her hands glide over his enormous ass and supple thighs with a parting caress. "I already zztretched my budget buying you that new pot. Believe me, I'd rather zztay than get yelled at by Schlobach..."

"Uhmm, but you look so cute-- uh, different now! W-won't they get suspicious?"

"Don't think zzo. At a warehouzze, you barely pay attention to the rezzt of the guyzz. At leazzt I don't, and they don't pay me much attention. I bet they won't even notice."

As it turned out, their worries were completely unnecessary - Schlobach had called Seymour on his day off because another warehouse was shortstaffed and the bee boi had to help out. For 50 % more pay, too, so the decision whether he would go hadn't been too hard. Of course, his changed physiology made it necessary to dress a little different - but his chitinous extra arms came in rather, well, handy to hold his perpetually erect cock securely pressed against his front, the fat glans resting snugly between his soft, puffy pecs. Gloves, sunglasses and a hat hid the rest of his bee-like features.

The biggest issue was his thicc ass and thighs, but after a quick visit to Roxy - who'd seemed entirely too unfazed by the fact that Seymour was almost a full foot shorter and had a very different body shape now - Seymour had borrowed a pair of stretchy yoga pants that hugged his wide hips, huge ass and fat balls. The latter, at least, were adequately hidden by one of his old shirts that now reached almost to mid-thigh. After a **** goodbye where Audrey almost jerked him of with her dexterous vines, Seymour had left for the warehouse, cursing softly as he readjusted his seat, the mirrors and even the steering wheel to his new, shorter, slender frame, Audrey's word of goodbye still in his ears.

"Won't you bring me a souvenir at least?"

"So, you the guy Schlobach sent? Thought you'd be taller. What's with the sunglasses? And the getup in general?" Robby Darnell, the lead of what would be Seymour's shift, raised an eyebrow at the bee boi's peculiar outfit.

"Zzorry, juzzt a little sensitive to light..." Seymour felt himself blush as he meekly looked off to the side. What was wrong with him?! Normally, if someone gave him guff, he'd shoot right back! "A-actually--"

"You know, I don't care. Do your work, and you can run around in your bathing suit, for all I care."

"... Alright?" Seymour's retort died in his throat. There was no need for it anymore.

"C'mon, get to it. I need you in A6. You ain't getting paid for standing around, so shake your pretty ass!"

The blush was back, but it felt different - this was the first time a man had complimented him on his body. It felt... good, strangely. Made something flutter in his stomach - and further below. Between his legs. And when he walked past Robby...

"Yeek!" The light slap on his buttcheek didn't really sting - but it made Seymour's cock throb, and the tingling between his legs grew stronger. Robby's good-natured chuckle followed him as he hurried into the warehouse, ass and nuts jiggling with every step.

As it turned out, Seymour absolutely had lost strength, just as his slender arms suggested. But that didn't matter much - so what if he could only carry one box instead of three? His thicc legs were tireless. And fast! In the time the other guys took care of one task, he had finished his first and started a second one. His visual acuity was so good now that Seymour could look down an aisle and see what he was looking for right at the end of it. His fingers, even in the gloves, were nimble and precise. The only problem Seymour had was that he couldn't bend his upper body because of his stiff cock pressed against it, and squatting didn't work either - the first time he tried, Seymour almost crushed his nuts. This only left bending over with back and legs straight, his huge, rounded posterior presented to whoever happeend to walk behind him. But all in all, if Seymour was honest to himself, he was beginning to enjoy this new body of his beyond its ability to please Audrey.

He enjoyed that, and the muttered conversations he overheard scurrying past the other workers.

"Damn, the new guy has the hottest ass I ever seen..."

"On a girl or a guy?"

"Either, dude. Smells pretty damn good, too, that guy."

A flustered grin on his face, Seymour hurried off to take care of an inventory check. It felt pretty damn good, this attention.

A knock on the doorframe made Seymour look up from his clipboard. He was in the middle of his check, alone in the middle of a small room full of boxes. Well, not alone anymore. One of the other workers stood in the door, face red and flustered as he fiddled with his belt.

"Hey. You, uh, the new... guy?" The worker took a deep breath through his nose, letting it out slowly, shuddering as his eyes fluttered closed briefly. "I'm Andy, and... uhm."

"Y-yeah?" Seymour turned his head towards Andy, his enormous butt still halfway facing the other guy. Somehow, he felt the need to... entice Andy. He had something Seymour needed. For Audrey. "Can... can I help you?"

"I... think so? It's just, your... your perfume..." As he talked, Andy walked towards Seymour, closing the door behind him. Seymour didn't feel threatened in the slightest - this was right. He knew he needed what was about to happen, and by the looks of it, Andy needed it just as badly. His eyes flitted between Seymour's face and his fat ass. "Wou-would you mind if I... touched it? Y-your butt...?"

"Ah-I... no--oooh~..." The second Seymour gave his okay, Andy stumbled forwards and fell to his knees behind Seymour, hands caressing the bee boi's thighs as Andy pressed his cheek into the soft flesh of Seymour's positively hypnotic ass. Andy's touch, his breath washing over the swell of Seymour's behind sent pleasurable tingles through his body, making Seymour's cock drool slightly. "Nnnfh~..."

"Oh god, it's even softer than it looooks~..." Burying his face between Seymour's asscheeks, Andy dug his fingers into the bee boi's supple hips.

The clipboard clattered to the ground as Seymour leaned forwards and propped himself up on the boxes in front of him, his secondary arms caressing his shaft under his shirt. Andy let his fingers run over every inch of Seymour's butt, making him gasp and mewl wantonly. His face deep between Seymour's cheeks, nose tickling the bee boi's taint, Andy took a deep breath, and Seymour felt a deep need within him grow stronger, a need to be... filled.

"P-pleazze, I n-need you..." Andy's hands slid upwards over the swell of Seymour's ass, making him shiver - but not as much as the feeling of Andy's tongue licking over his taint languidly... and the oh so sensitive slit growing there. "Andy, I need you t-to..."

Andy's answer was a drawn-out, lustful groan - and a slow pull on Seymour's yoga pants, making their hem slide over his giant ass, exposing the bee boi's skin to the warm air of the storage room. And yet, Seymour felt goosebumps form on the sensitive flesh. He twitched and groaned as Andy freed more and more of his butt, face still pressed into Seymour's taint, drawing deeply of the bee boi's scent.

"I knew it..." Until Andy had pulled Seymour's borrowed yoga pants down to where the bee boi's chitinous armor began. Drawing back from Seymour's ass, Andy kept caressing his soft thighs, breath tickling the fluttering lips of Seymour's soaked pussy. "That ass was too awesome to be on a guy. 'Course I'd have banged you either way..."

With that, Andy dove back between Seymour's cheeks, completely ignoring the upper end of the bee boi's scrotum to lick through his slit with delicious slowness. Seymour gaped, jaw slack, eyes wide, barely able to draw breath. The pleasure rivaled that of being inside Audrey, and it only spiked when Seymour felt Andy's tongue spread his slick walls open.

"Ahahaaanh~..." Seymour barely recognized his voice in the almost girlish moan. He sounded so androgynous now... Thrusting his hips backwards, pressing his ass against Andy's face, Seymour chased more of this sensation, tried to **** this deft tongue deeper into himself.

And Andy was all too happy to oblige, his hands still squeezing Seymour's enormously plush ass, the fingers lost in the bee boi's sensitive flesh. But the comparatively rough treatment sent lustful shudders through the bee boi that enhanced the sensations from Andy's eagerly probing tongue as it lapped up Seymour's nectar, making him wiggle and shake his hips, butt cheeks wobbling and slapping against Andy's face, much to his delight. The tongue went in so deep, spread him so wide... Seymour could barely breathe, gasping and sighing, mouth hanging open in pure pleasure.

His lower hands were still sliding up and down his shaft, teasing out dollop after dollop of pre which dripped down onto the box he was leaning on, upper hands scrabbling over the edges where Seymour was propping himself up. This all felt so much like when Audrey had sucked him off the first time - he could barely think, completely at the mercy of his partner, swept away by the torrent of lust... But different to his first encounter with Audrey, this time, there was no resistance, no ****. Just pure, mind-bending pleasure.

"Wowww~..." Andy finally had to come up for air, his voice thick with either emotion or drunkenness. On what, Seymour couldn't say. "What're you eatin'? Tastes like honey, your pussy..."

Seymour felt thick strands of his juices drip from his fluttering lips, rivulets of femcum oozing down his spread thighs. He could feel Andy's hot breath wash over his swollen nether lips, and although Seymour's body screamed for Andy to dive back between his legs, to continue licking and slurping and probing, the bee boi knew that this wasn't what he really needed, what Audrey needed.

"P-please, Andy, I... Please, I'm zzo w-wet," Seymour stammered, the words rising up from deep within him. His face burned as he heard himself say them, but still, it felt so right to do it. "Fuck me... fuck me, Andy. I n-need you inzzide of me..."

Fabric rustled as Andy stood up, and his hands disappeared from Seymour's hips. Sighing in disappointment at the loss of their gentle touch, Seymour nevertheless felt his heart beat quicken as a belt buckle jangled erratically. He didn't need to turn around to know that Andy was stripping out of his pants frantically, hands shaking as he put his left back on Seymour's massive behind - and then, nothing mattered as much as the thick, throbbing glans that pressed against the entrance to the bee boi's twitching, gaping hole.

"You got me so hard, babee~..." For all his eagerness, Andy took his time, savoring the sensation of his swollen helmet sliding over Seymour's newly grown pussy. But much to Seymour's delight, not for long. And when he felt himself speared on Andy's nice, thick cock, the sensations of his partner's tongue became a pale memory. "Fffuuck, you're s-so tight!"

Maybe it was the size difference, maybe Andy was just very generously sized, but Seymour felt almost unbearably stretched, his legs almost buckling just from having Andy's throbbing cock fill him, the groaning warehouse worker's hands grabbing the bee boi's hips helping considerably in keeping him upright. Seymour mewled breathlessly - if Audrey felt like this every time Seymour fucked her, he had even more reason to bang the fuckplant as often as possible.

Without warning, Andy began to pull backwards, his thick shaft leaving a terrible, aching emptiness behind. Mewling needily, Seymour tried to follow Andy's cock, to feel so very full again, but his shaking legs didn't quite do what he wanted them to. And just when Andy was about to slip out of the bee boi, Seymour's heart hammering in almost-panic and fear to lose this sensation, Andy rammed his shaft back inside Seymour with one powerful thrust. As the bee boi gasped breathlessly, he could feel his gelatinous butt cheeks ripple, from the point of impact towards his back and all the way down Seymour's thighs.

Andy's hands still squeezed Seymour's hips tightly, giving him more than enough leverage to begin pounding the bee boi, making him gasp and squeal, unable to keep his voice down. Privacy or not getting caught was the least of his worries as the slapping of flesh on flesh filled the storage room, every nerve pulsing with lust as Seymour's massive cock drooled pre down onto the box he was leaning on, arms shaking, barely able to keep him upright.

"Ah!" A slap to his rounded ass made Seymour gasp and clench his pussy tightly around the invader in his depths, flesh rippling again as Andy slapped the bee boi's other cheek. "Yezz--ah! Harder!"

As Andy hit Seymour's soft ass with his palm, alternating between the left and right cheek, the stinging sensation enhancing the bee boi's arousal - his pussy tightened with every slap and made Andy's fat cock feel even bigger as it slid over the slick folds of Seymour's tight love tunnel. Unable to keep himself propped up, Seymour let himself fall onto the box, sandwiching his massive cock between the cardboard and his lithe body, secondary arms still caressing the sides of his shaft. Seymour's primary hands were digging in the sides of the box, holding on for dear life as his body was rocked by Andy's powerful thrusts.

"Fffuck, this's great!" Andy slurred his words slightly as he grabbed Seymour's hips to begin jackhammering the bee boi's cunt. Seymour's butt stung and burned, the sensations strangely pleasant - his ass had to be fiercely red. "Your ass is so fucking awesome!"

Somewhere along the wild pounding, Seymour had lost his hat, and his sunglasses were slipping off his nose. It didn't matter. His antennae bounced with every thrust clapping against his ass cheeks, twitching spasmodically in the throes of lust. Seymour felt on the verge of cumming, but his nuts didn't churn, his cock barely strained. No, the sensation focused entirely on his new snatch, his insides, although it radiated out into his entire body.

"Oh god, I'm cuh... I'm... Andy, I'm cuh... cumming!" Stammering helplessly, Seymour arched his back, slammed his massive ass back against Andy's every thrust and finally came with a shrill cry of pure lust. No cum was squirting from Seymour's shaft, though - it was as if his body was holding on to the thick contents of his nuts, saving them for Audrey

And Andy kept pounding relentlessly, erratically as the waves of Seymour's climax rolled over the bee boi's twitching body, bringing him to ever greater heights of lust until, just as Seymour felt the impossible arousal begin to ebb, the first searing hot rope of jizz exploded into him, leaving the bee boi breathless once more. This was what he had been after, this was the souvenir he'd bring back to Audrey! Muscles within Seymour clenched and undulated, sucking in every drop of Andy's swimmers and keeping it inside.

A grunt from the open door made Seymour turn his head, head still swimming with lust as Andy massaged his ass reverentially. He hadn't noticed during the relentless fucking, but almost all the workers of the warehouse had gathered in front of the storage room, all of them with opened flies or pants dropped to their ankles, hands flying up and down their reddened, swollen shafts. Seymour could practically see their testicles roiling with heavy, potent cum, and he would not see it wasted.

"Holy shit..." One of the workers groaned, hips bucking into his fist, nostrils flaring as he drew in the heady scent of sex and honey that wafted out of the room, pupils dilating more and more with every breath. "Andy actually did it... he banged the new guy..."

As Andy dropped to his knees to reast his head on Seymour's soft ass once again, fingers caressing the bee boi's expansive behind, cock slipping out of Seymour with a wet shlorp, the bee boi made a beckoning motion with one hand.

"W-would you like to be zze next?"

Seymour should have adressed one of the workers specifically. As it was, they'd all taken him up on the offer. Simultaneously. Luckily, they took no issue with his partially bee-like body or his rather oversized cock and balls - lying on his back, Seymour had one of his colleagues pound his pussy as he held up the bee boi's legs against his chest, the thighs keeping Seymour's fat nuts from getting in the way. Each of the bee boi's four chitinous hands was wrapped around a thick, throbbing pole, jerking them off eagerly, if a bit clumsy, pre dripping down the thick shafts to make them nice and slick. Even Seymour's hot, wet mouth was stuffed with a fat prick as he slurped and slobbered on Andy's shaft, trying to imitate Audrey's masterful blowjobs. The bee boi did feel rather amateurish, but judging by Andy's satisfied groans, the taller guy definitely appreciated Seymour's efforts.

And before this was over, Seymour was determined to wring at least one load from everyone surrounding him until his belly swelled with cum that he could take home for Audrey.