She stays in her room

When Rebecca woke up the next morning, she remembered everything that had happened the previous evening. She sat on her knees and looked at her belly. It was so huge. So bloated. So inflated with sperm. She was a fool for thinking she could make a living here. These drones simply couldn’t think about anything other than breeding. She could understand, in a way. They were merely doing what they were meant to do. But Rebecca was a failed daughter queen. She had become afraid of laying eggs. She couldn’t fulfill the hopes and dreams these drones were expecting of her. If only she wasn’t too embarrassed to tell them.

A few hours passed with Rebecca sitting like that. Eventually she got interrupted by Webby bringing her some food.

“Hey there, Rebecca.” Webby says with a big smile. “Did you have fun last night?”

She must have already found out somehow.

“I guess.” Rebecca answered.

“I figured. I heard you all the way to my room.” Webby replied. “You know, at first, I wanted to not hear any of it at all. But by the time the third guy was doing you, I started to wish if maybe one of them could come to my room and give me some of what you were getting.”

“Be my guest.” Rebecca tells Webby.

Webby then places the plate of food on the bed, right in front of Rebecca.

“Not going to put any clothes on?” Webby asked.

“I can’t.” Rebecca said. “I’ve somehow been growing taller. The tube dress I’ve got … there is no way I can fit in it now. Even if my belly was flat, I would not fit into it. I no longer have clothes that fit.”

“Yeah, you have been growing like crazy. I am like standing while you are sitting and we’re the same height. You honey bees sure got some weird bee-ology going on there.”

Webby took some of the food she brought and started leaving. “I’ll make some stretchy silk for you. Billy can make you a new dress from it. Take care of yourself until then, ok?”

After Webby left, Rebecca took some of the food and stared at it. The drones must have somehow found royal jelly somewhere and put it in her food. How else would she have grown so tall? She cursed herself for not having seen the signs before. But now there is no more going back. Then she ate this queen’s meal, knowing full well what it was, that it would result in her growing even taller and more ready for egg-laying. She felt too depressed to fight it.

A few days go by and Rebecca tried walking around in her room. Every day it became easier as every day the queen’s meal made her grow taller and developed her muscles more. Billy even made her some loose-fitting clothes that could handle more growth spurts. First was a camisole that was intentionally too long and wide and covered her belly. Now, with her increased bust size, it started to fit and left her belly button exposed. The other was akin to a towel with buttons and when wrapped around her waist, she could button it up so it would look like a skirt. At first the skirt reached up to her ankles, now it ends above her knees and she is at the last button. She honestly starts to resemble her mother quite a lot now.

Benjamin interrupted her walking when he entered with another plate of food. “How are you today?” He asked.

“Bad.” Rebecca quickly replied. Still upset about what he and his brothers have been doing to her. “I have difficulty walking now because of what you and your brothers have done to me. You can forget about me massaging your balls now.”

“No worries, we have already done that ourselves.” Benjamin replies calmly. “But if you like, I can always offer you a massage while you eat.”

A massage would do her well, so Rebecca grumpily waddled towards her new larger bed as she could no longer fit into her old bed. Benjamin placed the plate of food next to her and she started eating. Benjamin then got behind her and started massaging her back. His hands felt so small now, but he still figured out all the right spots to massage her. Rebecca allowed herself to relax and enjoy the massage. It’s not as if he would be able to fuck her again. Not right now at least. These drones are impotent for a few days after they orgasmed. So, at least she is safe for a couple of days.

“Oh yeah. Yeah, that feels good. Oh, that’s the spot.” Rebecca moaned.

Rebecca leaned back to make the massage feel even better. She lowered her guard and allowed Benjamin to put his hands where ever he wanted to. Touch and massage her nude body in any way he desired. He was so good with his hands.

Then next part of her that he started massaging was her belly. That poor poor belly, which once upon a time had been so flat but is now bulging from all the semen her spermatheca was **** to hold. Benjamin brought his hands underneath, then pushes them up towards her belly button, then moved them to the side and repeated the circular motion. Rebecca could feel the semen move around in her spermatheca. It sometimes pushed against her oviduct. She had to be careful about that. Drone eggs don’t need to be fertilized, so she can choose herself when she produces and lays those. But for worker eggs it goes different. As long as she can keep the seed locked away in her spermatheca, there will be no eggs. But should that sperm spill out and enter her oviduct, it will flood her ovary and fertilize a bunch of her eggs. Once her eggs are fertilized, there will be no stopping them.

As the massage continues there are a few more times when her spermatheca pushes against her oviduct, but every time she was able to keep her oviduct from opening. Her muscles are starting to grow a bit tired though. They are even starting to feel numb. Maybe she should ask Benjamin to stop before he accidentally fertilizes her.

“B-Benjamin? I-I think I’ve had enough.” Rebecca said.

“Doesn’t it feel good?” Benjamin asked, as he pushed on Rebecca’s belly again.

The sperm in her spermatheca pushed against her oviduct again. This time Rebecca felt her oviduct open a little. Fortunately, no sperm went in.

“It-it-it-it’s been enough.” Rebecca studders.

But Benjamin ignores her and puts pressure on her spermatheca again. This time she actually felt some sperm go in. She tried her best to tighten her oviduct and push it back. But what if a drop went out the other side. Oh no, she doesn’t want to lay eggs again.

“Just relax.” Benjamin whispered to the unfertilized daughter queen. “You’ve been though too much hardship.”

He places pressure on her spermatheca again. Again, sperm enters her oviduct, but this time she can’t push it back out.

“Just relax and let it all go.” Benjamin whispers again.

This time, when he massages Rebecca’s belly, the amount of sperm spilling from her spermatheca into her oviduct was too much and her oviduct overflowed, allowing the sperm to flood into her ovary. Rebecca could feel the dangerous fluid flow into the organ where it could do the most damage. Even if it was just a handful, it was enough. In a couple of days, she would have eggs going down her vagina again. She hoped oh so much that they would come down straight and not sideways like the last one. In the meantime, Benjamin kept on massaging her, causing more and more of the sperm these African drones had pumped into her to flood into her ovary and fertilize god knows how many hundreds of her eggs.

By the time Benjamin finally stopped, Rebecca’s belly had shrunk a decent bit. Enough for Rebecca to fit into her clothes again. He then gave her a kiss on the cheek and left. As soon as the door closed, Rebecca burrowed her face into her pillow and started crying.