Strapped to a bed, baby food, vespians

Jack’s eyes fluttered open. The first thing he felt was a dull, throbbing ache behind his temples—the "afterburn" of the scanner. The second thing he felt was the restriction.

He wasn't on a conveyor belt anymore. He was lying on a soft, gel-like mattress inside what looked like a massive, hexagonal crib or cot. The bars weren't wood; they were shimmering, amber-coloured chitin rods that pulsed with a faint, warm light. He was still naked, his body feeling small and **** in the what seemed to be an oversized nursery. The room was vast and smelled a bit like honey but not a earthly like honey. High above, the ceiling was a complex web of glowing hexagonal plates of alternating shades of whites, greys, blacks, yellows and oranges. There were no windows, just the rhythmic, low-frequency thrum of a hive ship's engines.

"Wh... where am I?" Jack croaked, trying to sit up. His limbs felt heavy, like he’d been hit with a tranquilizer.

He looked down at his crotch and the rest of his body, it hadnt changed so seemingly he was still the same him. He was still the "Humale" version of himself the larger version of the humales smaller average penis, the "Bussy," his butthole containing somewhere within it the internal womb, but the rooms atmosphere made him fell a strange way. trapped in this large cot like bed behind the bars he could only look out at the room which looked like an alien interpretation of a human nursery or young child's bedroom which made him feel uneasy and made his body feel odd like it was preparing for something new.

Then, the heavy hexagonal door at the far end of the nursery hissed open. A tall, golden-black shadow stepped in, her wings giving a sharp, impatient flick.

The alien woman who would be known as Vespira stepped into the soft amber light, her movements fluid and predatory, yet possessed of a strange, high-fashion grace. She was easily seven feet tall. Her skin shimmered like polished obsidian in some places and looked like soft, sunset-gold silk in others. Her face was the most confusing part—strikingly beautiful with a humanoid structure soft yellow skin with high cheekbones and full pink female looking lips, being flanked by wasp like mandibles. her eyes human in shape but framed by the yellow skin contained large, midnight-jewelled bug eyes and atop her head twitching antennae that tasted the air around her. not that jack could see it but her tongue inside her mouth was equally wasp like being more of a extendable organ which could be grabby to bite chunks off prey or drag them back into her mouth or perhaps to latch on and suck out the insides. whilst she was humanoid enough for jack to see she looked recognisable she equally had wasp like body features that made her look like she could be a scary foe. But to jack at this time she didn't look like a monster; she looked like a Goddess of the Hive who had outgrown her own world.

She walked up to the bars of the cot using her female human like leg structure, she stopped and posed at a slight angle such as in a way jack could observe her. Her long, wasp-like rear tail abdomen above her human like butt curling forward slightly, the tip of her stinger-ovipositor catching the light. She looked down at Jack with a mixture of boredom and mild curiosity, tapping a sharp, black fingernail against the chitin bars. Ting. Ting. Then she spoke.

Whilst Jack could tell her voice was not like a humans he was supprised to be able to understand the language which seemed like his own and how well she an alien spoke it. "So... the Premium meats brain finally wakes up," she hummed, her voice vibrating in Jack's chest. "I’m Vespira. And you, little meat-thing, are currently sitting in the most expensive nursery on this ship. Do you have any idea how much fuel or time we wasted to find you humales and bringing a high-IQ specimen like you all the way down to the Vespian sector?"

Jack gripped the gel mattress, his eyes darting between her beautiful, human-like face and the terrifying, sharp tail twitching behind her. "I... I dont know anything, I.. just know.. the machine said I was food. Please, I’m not food. there's been a mistake"

Vespira let out a sharp, melodic laugh that sounded like a chime. "Oh, but of course, you are food, darling. Just not the kind we put on a plate. You’re the 'Premium' kind, the soil garden if you will for my next cluster. My drones are so... ugh annoying and common I wish there was a male in the world that doesn't just buzz and drool but that it seems is impossible for the universe to concoct.. Having sex with them to get their genetic data is like my vagina is eating plain mush and there is no pedigree to it so my body has to do all the real work. But moving on from my sires to my incubators.

Normally my hosts don't even talk back they might make sounds you call screams of terror or pain but you... But you? You haven't yet? do you have more layers. intelligence? History? Memory's? Senses? Complexity? you certainly don't have the part of your brain that tells you of imminent danger I can tell that at least or perhaps it is just a smaller part of your intelligence from your evolution on your planet perhaps? If a brain like yours is in a meat as high quality as a humales well.. My children will be elite because they will feast on a mind like yours while they grow."

She began to reach through the bars, her hand—soft and warm, yet strong as steel—moving toward his chest. "I’ve been waiting for a host worthy of my greatest brood. Don't worry, the venom makes the implantation feel almost amazing depending on the entry point and after that well the consumption will feel like a dream. You’ll love being my little seed garden. My perfect body guard, no, Nanny, Yes Nanny for the children."