Like a Nazi obsessed with Bees made a hotel

"What." He states. He doesn't question it. He states. Just sheer confusion. Nazi banners with the swastika replaced with an hexagon and the eagle replaced by a bee is absurd. The room is flawlessly clean and... all his books are still there and his clothing is... Greatcoats, jackets. Pants that tuck into long boots... commissar caps.

"Uh... uh oh." He notes before turning and feeling... something turning with him. Something he can feel. "Oh no."

Wings. He has wings. He's a Bzzazi. He...

His phone chimes and he checks it. "Backup memory? Fine."

He twitches and then... he remembers, remembers everything. His wings buzz and he heads out to confirm everything. Did that app really change everything? Retroactively?

He went for the balcony. By reflex he went for the balcony. Because of course he would. He can fly. He needs to see his mother and family and... and...

His wings snap out and make a heavy buzzing sound. He launches upwards and then swoops around. There is an accompanying buzz as further Bzzazi launch to escort him.

"Where to My Prince?" The lead soldier demands. She is a muscular, tall and commanding woman. But is completely subservient to me.

"I go to see mother. Escort is unneeded." Daniel orders.

"Your father Hive Prince Hart's command is in agreement with your mother Hive Queen Hart. All Royalty of Hive Hart are to be escorted outside of their homes and all rooms holding them are to be guarded at all times." She states.

"Very well." He states and put on speed. Weaving between two skyscrapers that have been taken over by Hive Hart and launching upwards before landing down on the open heli-pad.

I land and the soldiers escort me in. The door is opened by courtesans who smile invitingly. There are no stairs inside, only Bzzazi have full access to the inside of these buildings. I fly up and the next door is opened for me.

Insect queens are the mothers of their hives. Human queens are the mothers of nations. A Bzzazi Queen is both. Mother is ripe, bursting and leaking. From the extension over her rounded bubble but her ovipositor is laying an egg even now. A courtesan takes the unhatched child away to be properly sealed and cared for.

"My son, little Prince Daniel. How are you?"

"I am well mother, I just... wanted to see you. I hope you do not mind." He says and she laughs lightly before opening her arms to him. He buzzes up and she gives her son a big squishy hug that leaks honey onto his now lithe form. After all, for flight to be easy excess body fat is just an issue.

"What has you concerned my son? Have you converted some silly human girl?" She asks.

"No I just... I..."

"You there, you love nothing more than sexually pleasuring my son into relaxation." She orders a nearby courtesan who nods eagerly.

"Of course My Queen. Lord Prince, may I have permission to pleasure you? Please?" She asks him in a begging tone.

"Of course." I tell her and she slips out of her top to instantly bring her breasts to bear as she goes for my belt to get to work. Kissing at my stomach as she does so as she derives even more pleasure from the mere thought of pleasuring me than the act will bring me. How simple the limited life of a lesser Hive Member is.

My memories clash at that and I look up at my mother again.

"Well my son? Is there anything worrying you? Are you perhaps hungry for mother's honey?" She asks hefting one of her enormous breasts dripping with honey.