There's seven super cute, sexed up Bee Bois plus the Queen Bee. The stylists won't be able to resist.

"M-Ma'am... that is...?" Mike's eyes flickered over Beeatrice' body; her wiggling antennae, her compound eyes, the chitin of her arms... but as his nostrils widened with every breath, his gaze wandered over the Queen Bee's thick nipples tenting the tube top trying its best to hold in her massive, pillowy tits, the creamy bulge of breastflesh itself, even the thick swell of her shaft more often than not. "... Highly unusual, b-but... I-I think... why'm I so... horny?"

"Oh honey, I juzzt have that effect on... everyone, really." Beeatrice smiled, the wide field of view her eyes afforded her showing that Ron and Jon had done their part and closed in on the other two stylists, spreading their own pheromones. Jon was pressing himself against the front of the male stylist, gently stroking both their bulges while trailing his two free hands over the man's chest, while Ron had steered the female stylist to a chair and was now sitting on her lap, gently caressing her cheeks with two hands as she looked at him with wonder and growing arousal, the bee boi's lower two hands gently running over the outsides of her breasts. "Why don't you let me help with that, and afterwardzz, you help uzz with our hair?"

"I... I...?" A 'click' from the door revealed that Jim had found the locking mechanism, ducking back under the curtains as Beeatrice leaned forwards onto the counter with a seductive smile, breasts bulging out to the sides. Mike could only stare at their soft swells, face flush with arousal. Clearly, the sweet smell permeating the room doing its job more than adequately. "Uhm... I'm so h-hard..."

"That'zz exactly what I'm talking about, honey," Beeatrice replied, practically crawling over the counter, enormous behind shaking behind her. The four bee bois, now freed from her weight, immediately dispersed into the room - their queen was taking care of Mike, which left two other stylists for the seven bee bois. The hive was about to service Jan and Neil, as their name tags identified them, to the best of the bee bois' abilities. "Oh my, I can zzee it throb through your pantzz..."

Mike hissed lustfully as Beeatrice cupped his throbbing bulge and caressed it, gazing up at him with a flushed face. Her nipples throbbed and engorged, her shaft slowly hardened, her pussy moistened, and Beeatrice began to salivate - as much as her pheromones affected Mike, she just adored the helplessly aroused expression on his face. And while the need to collect semen for her one true love Audrey was ever-present in the back of the Queen Bee's mind, Beeatrice was never above enjoying what she did to gather the salty goodness.

"Nnnnhhfffuck it~..." Finally, Mike's resistance broke, his eyes glazed over slightly from the hive's pheromones. He caressed the side of Beeatrice' head, cupping her jaw gently, and the Queen Bee turned to gently suck his thumb, smiling around it as she felt Mike's shaft give a mighty throb under her hand. He was putty in her hands, and Beeatrice loved it. "You're so sexy..."

In his entire life, no one had ever said something like that to Seymour. But for Beeatrice, it seemed to become a regular occurence - a fact the Queen Bee relished. For now, she used her lower arms to push herself up from the counter, breasts still resting on its top even with her arms fully extended, while her upper arms began to slowly, teasingly open Mike's fly. Her tongue played over his thumb, sucking and licking gently, tingling sensations running from her lips down her spine. Mike leaned down slowly, hands running along Beeatrice' neck to her shoulders, gripping them lightly, and pushed his lips against the Queen Bee's much plumper, softer ones.

"Mmmh~..." Moaning into the soft kiss, Beeatrice felt her shaft throb and stretch out of her cleavage, pulling at her tube top as it strained downwards. Wetness dripped from her lower lips and ran down her thick thighs, and the insect girl rubbed them together, silky sounds of skin against skin mixing with the soft scrape of chitin. "Ngh..."

The kiss was nice and gentle, but Beeatrice wanted to taste Mike, needed to taste him, his shaft, his pre, his cum. Her hands had finally unwrapped her present's first wrapping, Mike's fly **** open by his throbbing erection, now only covered by the thin fabric of his boxers. It felt so hot and hard in Beeatrice' hand as she pulled Mike's jeans down, taking the boxer shorts with them, and the hair stylist's five-incher sprang free, ready to be gently stroked by the Queen Bee as she pulled out of the kiss and leaned back down, lips parting further to allow Mike's shaft in, guided by her upper left hand while the right cupped his balls.

"Oh, baby-- fuck!" Beeatrice wasted no time and **** as much of the hair stylist's member into her mouth - as gentle as the kiss had been, as greedy was she now. Still, with how tiny she was compared to Mike, Beeatrice could barely fit half of the rock-hard rod inside. But that half was more than enough to make her tremble with lust, thick and velvety and throbbing as she bobbed her head, tongue pressed against the swollen underside of Mike's fat prick as she used her upper left to stroke the part she couldn't fit inside. "Shit, your mouth feels so hot..."

And Mike felt even hotter inside Beeatrice' hungry maw as he gently moved his hips to meet the bobbing of the Queen Bee's head. His nuts twitched and pulsed in her hand as she massaged them, seemingly swelling with every stroke along Mike's shaft; a side effect of the pheromones? As it meant that Beeatrice would get more cum for Audrey (and a hair styling for the entire hive, of course), she didn't really care why it was happening. The fact that she was also enjoying it immensely was even better, with her shaft throbbing and straining between her colossal breasts and her pussy drooling feminine honey down the Queen Bee's own ball sack. Hopefully, Mike would have the stamina to fuck Beeatrice after she'd sucked him off.

Already, the tangy taste of pre was spreading in her mouth, making Beeatrice' head swim as her antennae twitched excitedly. Slurping and slobbering, she kept up her **** on Mike's shaft, licking and teasing the throbbing underside of his glans to coax out more of the sticky fluid, Beeatrice' own shaft, her nipples, her snatch all pulsing with arousal. If only she would be able to pay for everything like this...

"Damn, where did you learn to suck dick like this?"

'All zzelf-taught...' Beeatrice thought to herself as she increased the suction on Mike's glans until her cheeks caved in, eyes fluttering half-closed at the healthy spurt of precum this earned her. 'I'm a natural...'

Mike leaned forwards as he gently pumped his hips into Beeatrice insatiable maw and let his hands run over the bulging swell of the Queen Bee's breasts. The ensuing tingles made Beeatrice moan appreciatively, a shudder running from her tingling lips all the way to her toes. Sparks went off in her head, in her pussy, and suddenly, just sucking Mike off wasn't enough anymore.

"Y'know what, honey?" Drawing back from where she was blowing him, Beeatrice grinned up at Mike. "It'zz your lucky day. You get to zztuff my puzzy, too!"

While Mike was still gaping, Beeatrice rolled onto her back and then turned around until her enormous behind was pointing at the hairdresser, legs parted wide and pointing straight into the air, snatch drooling and twitching invitingly as the Queen Bee used her two lower arms to pull her heavy nuts out of the way while her upper arms were busy with the other set of improbably large orbs on Beeatrice' body.

"Come on, fuck me. I want to feel your dick," Beeatrice purred and licked her upper lip lasciviously. "I want to feel your cum fill me, honey. All your hot, thick cum..."

"Holy shit..." Breathless and unbearably horny, Mike let his hands run over Beeatrice chitinous calves, her knee-joints, then her thighs, until he reached the soft, meaty parts. Pulling the Queen Bee towards himself gently, Mike took his spit- and cumslick shaft in his left, took aim, and pushed his swollen glans into Beeatrice' slick and ready cunt. "F-fuuuck~..."

"That'zz right, zzubmit to my royal puzzy." Beeatrice was having way too much fun playing queen, even as her legs twitched with every inch Mike fed into her snatch. He was nowhere near as big as her precious bee bois, but a dick was a dick, and cum was cum. "Fill me up good, honey. Thizz will not be over until I drain your ballzz."

"Y-yes ma'am!"

"Ah!"

Finally, Mike had bottomed out, his entire length buried inside Beeatrice' snatch, and although the Queen Bee felt nowhere near as full as with her bois, Mike's shaft was big enough to be enjoyable. And he was going to blast a load into Beeatrice, which was the most important thing. Everything else was a bonus, and the bee shortstack was going to enjoy it.

"Well, your dick izz definitely adequate." Squeezing down on Mike's pulsing rod rhythmically, Beeatrice looked up at the panting hairdresser as she squeezed her fat breasts around the royal shaft, jiggling them up and down to enhance her own sensations. Still, Mike was taking a bit to long to start moving... "Now, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to fuck me--eeeee?!"

Clearly, the Queen Bee's wish was Mike's command, and he began rapidly pumping his hips, slamming into the bee morph's meaty ass with loud slaps of skin on skin. And again, even with his comparatively smaller size, Beeatrice felt him hit all her most sensitive spots, her royal demeanor crumbling with every thrust.

"Mmh, yezz, r-right there! Ooh, you feel zzo good inzzide m-me!"

Mike definitely knew what he was doing, not just jackhammering away but changing angle, speed, even the motions themselves, demonstrating remarkable coordination in the face of rising lust and a mind-numbing cloud of pheromones. The Queen Bee relished the way Mike worshipped her snatch, letting her head fall back as she moved her enormous breasts along her own shaft, lower arms kneading her balls even though Beeatrice knew that she wouldn't blow her load until she was back with Audrey. It didn't matter. Her Bee Bois might have been able to please her better, but the Queen Bee was quickly realizing that to her, all sex was good sex.

"Oooh yezz, fuck!" Body rocking and jiggling every time Mike slammed home, Beeatrice squealed and moaned unabashedly not caring who might hear. "Ooh, honey, you're zz-zzooo good! Oooh--ngh... Aaanh~... Mmmh, keep it uuuup~!"

"Yes, my queen..." Mike moaned, giving Beeatrice a delicious thrill that mixed with her lust - being the Queen Bee was great. Knowing all this was to serve Audrey was even better. "B-but I won't last long... not after..."

"It'zz fine! That'zz why--mmh~... why we're doing thizz, Mike..." Staring up at the lustfully contorted face of the hairdresser with a sultry smile, Beeatrice purred as she milked Mike's shaft with gusto. "I want your cum, honey. All your... thick... cum."

The sweet smell surrounding Beeatrice and Mike grew stronger, and his eyes glazed over even more, pupils so wide barely any part of his iris was visible. His thrusts became less skillful, more mechanical, pounding against Beeatrice' fat ass with loud slapping sounds. Jaw slack, Mike dug his fingers into the Queen Bee's hips, groaning deeply as his shaft strained within her.

"Yes... my queen... your wish is... my command..."

Just as she was opening her mouth to reply, Beeatrice felt Mike swell larger inside her snatch, his hips bucking erratically, eyes screwed shut as Mike grit his teeth - and finally, the Queen Bee felt hot, thick seed explode deep into her, to be collected and delivered to Audrey of course. But for now, it was just immensely enjoyable to be filled, to be creampied, to be so fully in control that she could make her partner cum on command.

"Yezzz, Mike, fill me up, empty your ballzz into my puzzy~..." Mauling her enormous breasts, pressing them against her own shaft, Beeatrice was not quite reaching climax, even though the pleasure was considerable. "I want it all!"

Mike could only moan throatily, cock twitching and lurching with every thick glob of jizz spurting into Beeatrice, nose flared as he breathed deep of the sweetness in the air. When his climax had finally run its course, Mike quivered and twitched, hands resting heavily to the sides of the Queen Bee's body as he rested himself, hunched over Beeatrice and almost touching the enormous swell of her boobs.