Honey's Hive

Only to have nothing happen, other than sending a bolt of sharply sweet sensation through my body. Pinching a couple of times just to make sure it wasn't working did nothing more than confirm my enjoyment. I liked it so much that my trembling legs gave out. My pussy slapped against her stomach with a wet squelch, the stinging mix of pain and pleasure at odds with the throbbing arousal of my dick, but the cacophony of it all was nearly too much. Taking my right breast in both hands I massaged it experimentally, the softness of my touch enjoyable after the pleasurably painful pinching. Still, as nice as it was, it didn't produce the desired result as my breasts continued to ache.

I rocked back on my knees as I tried to remember a documentary I had watched years ago about a dairy farm. I mimed the half recalled motions in the air as best as I could before I went back to my own smaller teat.

Grip the nipple between the forefinger and thumb. Apply pressure and then gently pull the teat until liquid is produced...?

A moan rumbled from low in my gut as I opened the tap on my over inflated breast-keg, a dollop of thick amber liquid spilled over my fingers as the pressure decreased fractionally. I rolled the drop between my forefinger and thumb, the digits sliding frictionlessly against one another. Experimentally smelling the liquid filled my head with the scent of honey and orange blossoms.

And something more... It's almost like a musky... something. Something familiar...

I sniffed around the room a bit and noticed that scents were so much stronger than normal, almost overpowering in their intensity. I idly rubbed my heated vagina, the fatty tissue depressing pleasurably soft against my hand as I attempted to identify the smells swirling around the room in riotous swirls of a two year old's finger painting. Most prominent was Brie's arousal, its scent was light and sweet, with just a hint of sour, like a sweetened lemonade. Then there was a strange acidic smell that ran behind everything, it was almost like it was permeating my bones and was seeping out from inside me. The spot between my shoulder blades twitched and the acidic smell grew a little stronger as the flesh on my back bulged. Resisting the urge to scratch it I went back to identifying the scents of the room. Lucy's scent was warm and comforting but was tainted with something rancid... something malignant.

Freaky. Somehow I can tell that Lucy has cancer by smell alone.

I shivered and crossed my arms over my chest as my instincts once again told me that everything would be okay with the strangeness that was racing through my body. The musky scent grew stronger and I sniffed my hand experimentally, confirming the source of the smell. The lubrication from my newly feminine arousal was a heady blast, almost overwhelming me with its strength. I was tempted to taste it before my breasts announced their uncomfortable status and my instincts whispered their subconscious desires of companionship.

Right. Back to the task at hand.

I leaned back over Brie, intensely focused on the size and fullness of my breast and the dark pink of my nipple as it brushed against her lips. Her breath was warm as it brushed past the sensitive flesh. Pinching and pulling, sent that same lazy jolt of pleasure from my nipple that caressed its way down my spine. Losing focus for a second, my aim drifted a little off center from her parted lips and the dollop ended up on her cheek. I scrubbed the thick, viscous liquid off her with the pad of my thumb.

Man, this would be so much easier if she wasn't paralyzed with my venom.

Sighing, I rubbed my thumb across her lower lip depositing the liquid and trying not to dwell on the way her subtle lipstick stuck to my digit, almost reluctant to let it go. Repositioning, I went about setting up to dose my friend with transformational liquid, my instincts pushing me to hurry as the venom wouldn't last forever. The second attempt went much better as squirt after squirt of my honey-milk oozed from my breast and landed into her mouth. I looked up at Brie's face after a bit, trying to see how she was taking this strange display.

Her eyes were panicked and wild, almost desperate, as her chest rose and fell faster and faster. Almost like she was...

Holy Fuck! I'm drowning her!

Scrambling I rushed to lean her upright against the wall. After that was done, I gently massaged her throat and she breathed deep gulping breaths of air that, thankfully, flowed unimpeded from her mouth. A bit of my honey oozed from the corner of her mouth and, on a whim, I leaned forward and licked it up.

It's delicious.

A sweet savory bundle of the greatest ambrosia I had ever tasted with just the hint of Brie's scent that accented it perfectly. I licked my lips and let the taste swirl around my mouth for a moment as I reconsidered the delivery system.

Stupid, you're being stupid. No need to reinvent the wheel. I ran to the kitchen, my breasts flopping uncomfortably as I ripped a pint glass from the cupboard. Brie was still insensate as I slid to a stop next to her. Using a cup as a middleman, the transfer went much better and I continued to milk and pour for a couple of minutes.

Liquid safely delivered, my breasts felt normal... or at least empty again. My dick throbbed with desire after the various newly discovered erotic sensations I had inadvertently stumbled into. However, before I could take care of myself I had to take care of Brie. Unwilling to leave her in the hallway as I pleasured myself, I gently carried her to my parents room marveling at the strength my lithe limbs now possessed. After safely depositing Brie, I retreated to the bathroom where I could do my business in peace. Plopping down in the bathtub I ran my hands through my hair as I tried not to freak out at the strangeness that had invaded my life. The fuzz at my elbow tickled at my knees as I worked the knots out of my hair, which was much longer and blacker than it had been earlier in the day.

Petting the yellow tufts at my elbow I delighted in its softness, having a similar texture to puppy fur, which everyone knows is the softest, greatest material to exist in the universe. I noticed that the skin above my elbow no longer showed my trademark pasty whiteness instead I was a golden tan. Looking closer I could see that it wasn't uniform either, there were subtle striations in patches that led up on my skin, leaving my arm ringed with slightly darker colors before going back to the golden tan. Following the pattern of the rings, I noticed that this pattern of stripes was actually present all across my body.

Almost like a bee.

Throbs of arousal overwrote both my musings and worry of the situation. Pinching and rolling my sensitive nipples with one hand I stroked my dick with the other, my flesh shivered, apoplectic as the pleasure raced through my veins. Weighty flesh squished firmly in my palm, arousal spiking at the strangely taboo act. My hand moved leisurely up and down my shaft as I indulged in a little fantasy, imagining it was Brie's dark hand wrapped around my length.

My breathing was labored as little whines seeped from my lips. Her dark labia moist as the folds of her flesh ground against my face, limiting the amount of air I could breath. Her hand firmly pressed against the back of my skull, preventing me from moving, even though there was nowhere else I'd rather be. I felt empowered by her enjoyment, the sounds of her pleasure driving me to work even harder, my tongue parting her slit before lashing desperately at her clit. Her thighs clenched periodically as she kept up her rhythmic stroking with her hand at odds with my spastic licking. I found myself rapidly approaching release and redoubled my efforts, wanting to get her off before I lost control. She fell silent, but I suspected she was just as close to the edge as I was. Using my hands, I gripped her modest backside and used the leverage to grind my tongue more firmly into her wet flesh, effectively fucking her with as much of my tongue as I could manage, abandoning all efforts to breath. I was starting to grow lightheaded when she finally caved, her torso falling forward to engulf me, her breasts flattening against the back of my head. Her pussy fluttered around my tongue, massaging its length insistently. My victory was short lived as her orgasm caused her thin but strong fingers to clench around my member, the firm grip sending a rush of sensation that caused me to spill my seed across her hand.

"Ohhh. My queen," slipped out of my mouth involuntarily, my mind awash with my blissful orgasm.

I broke out of my imaginings, a little confused by my use of that strange phrase.

Queen? I wonder why I would call her that?

A quick shower washed the remnants of my orgasm down the drain and left me feeling refreshed and prepared to help Brie through her transition. For the first time since last night I felt, stable, comfortable, in my own skin.

Even if that skin is now an entirely new set of colors.

The only thing that felt off was the lump on my back that refused to sit still, my trapezius muscles bunching and twisting with little spasms as they grew larger. Reaching back to touch it the knot felt like a squishy, flattened softball that was nestled organically into the v of my upper back muscles.

Were my traps always this pronounced?

Brie was resting peacefully on the bed as I examined her. Her chocolate skin already showed evidence of striping to match my own and something in me delighted in the knowledge of the imminent companionship. Something drew me down onto the bed with her, content just to be near her as the hectic day caught up to me and I drifted into sleep.

Lucy's tongue did its usual job of startling me out of sleep with wet gusto. She whined softly into my ear and I propped myself up, blinking the sleep out of my eyes. I quickly scanned Brie to make sure that everything was fine.

The stripes were a little more prominent as sections of her skin lightened into a dark golden brown to compliment her normal skin tone. Convinced that Brie wasn't about to sprout an extra head, I wandered through my house to my back door to release Lucy before she had an accident. I meandered, lost in my own thoughts, roaming from room to room before Lucy's gravelly bark announced her desire to come inside.

More specifically, on her problem, I thought letting her into the house. I sucked in a couple deep breaths of air while I scratched the back of her coat, sending little plumes of skin cells that I hoovered into my nose, trying to get my abilities to do their thing. I could almost feel my tongue separating and cataloguing the distinct elements of Lucy's scent. A frenzied rot presented itself prominently amongst the other smells, the cancer's pungent scent caused me to wrinkle my nose.

Cmon. Cmon, I know I can fix this I just have to... A muscle on my bicep cramped and I tried to ignore it as the alien organs in my chest slowly churned into reluctant motion. It didn't feel the same as before, I was having to force this. Following only half grasped instincts and newly generated physiology into the uncharted waters of what I thought I could do. My calf was the next to cramp, forcing me to the ground.

I can do this. Think of Lucy. Think of Lucy. Think of Lucy... I repeated the mantra in my mind, conjuring memories of Lucy as I did so.

Her as a puppy, rolling on her back as she played with a ratty stuffed pig bouncing between her paws...

Her sad, watery eyes, as she laid her head on her front paws. The first time she was allowed on the couch, her right paw wrapped tight in blue gauze...

Her tongue lolling out the cracked window as we drove to the lake, the sunrise just peaking over the horizon...

Her grinning face, right lip puffy after she learned how delicious yellow jackets tasted, uncaring of the allergic consequences...

My chest heaved as I finally felt the telltale trickle of fullness work its way into my breasts, uncomfortably squished beneath me. I struggled to stretch out my painful limbs which sent stabbing, painful protestations against their treatment. Shivering, I coughed up phlegm, my entire body feeling like over stretched taffy, thin to the point of snapping. Awkwardly army crawling on the floor, I hitched up my shirt to gain access to my throbbing chest, my skin clammy with sweat. I continued to cough as I milked myself into a dog bowl. The bowl clattered across the floor as it slipped from my weak grip. Fortunately the thick liquid remained in the bowl, hardly disturbed by the short fall. Flinching from the loud clang of the bowl, Lucy inched towards me, nervously licking my knee to see if I was okay. Her tongue lolled as I gave her a reassuring pat on the head and pointed to the bowl. Satisfied by my well being and or tempted by the smell in the bowl, Lucy abandoned me as she set about licking up every corner of her dish, chasing every drop of the liquid.

I hope this works.

Once she was done with the bowl, she plopped down at my feet and promptly started snoring as I trembled to a kitchen chair, trying to recover from the strain of producing the, hopefully, healing liquid. My soreness strangely persistent, and I wasn't able to convince myself to move from my seat until I heard a loud groan echo from out of my parents bedroom.

Shrugging off the ache, I heaved myself out of the kitchen and, bracing myself against the wall, worked my way down the hallway towards a now silent Brie. Leaning against the headboard, Brie was examining her arms, covered as they were in their new chitinous sheaths. Running a finger along a shiny length, she shook her head, her now straight glossy hair falling over her eyes in a comical manner. I laughed at the amusing display and she raised her head parting her hair with a hand. Her uniform black eyes matched the ones I saw in the mirror earlier.

My shoulder slipped on the doorway and my lactic acid laden legs couldn't support my weight, sending me tumbling to the floor. I heard rustling and before long, Brie loomed over me, brow furrowed in concern as she ran her hands over my body. I was mortified at my still exposed breasts, but my shaky hands couldn't find the purchase to pull my shirt down. The sour odor of my sweat had us wrinkling our noses as she exposed my damp pits and I crossed my arms trying to hide the shame. Her touch electrified my nerves, sending phantom pulses surging through my limbs. My first thought was to cover up but my instincts calmed me, relaxing and opening up under her touch.

My hands fell from my chest and my legs parted, as she brusquely catalogued my body with her hands. I felt something shift in my head, like flower poking it's way out under the sun as the seed inside me unfolded with Brie's presence. Tears fell from me eyes as the feeling of aloneness that had plagued me since yesterday morning drained away.

Apparently satisfied with the state she found me in, Brie concluded her examination and embraced me. The hug was short but fierce, her fingers digging into my back with a little too much force to be comfortable.

"Sorry," she said, pulling away as she cupped my chin in her palm.

There is nothing to be sorry for. You're here now, and I can feel you surrounding me like a protective cocoon. My protector. I love you. Is what I wanted to say, but was stifled as the upwelling emotions choked the words in my mouth. Before I could say anything Brie interrupted.

"Wait here. I'll be right back."

I laid on the floor, my sore limbs glad of the lack of motion. I heard the sound of breaking glass in the distance but I couldn't bring myself to be too concerned, I was that exhausted. Before long Brie was kneeling next to me, a banana in one hand and a glass of water in the other.

"Drink," she said handing me the water. A wave of invisible, implacable force surged out of her and rocked through me, and like a small boat in the ocean I was capsized by her power. I almost screamed as I tried my best to force myself up to take the water from her. My muscles felt like they were being ripped from the bone and torn, fiber by fiber, frayed twine yielding under too much force.

"No!" she cried.

I cringed at her shout and was dismayed as the glass slipped from her hand as she rushed to pull me into her lap.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Rest sweety, just rest. Let me take care of you," she sobbed as her fingers dug into my shoulders. I pawed at the ground, my mouth parched, as the disappointment of failing her caused tears to slip from my eyes to join the water on the floor.

It reminded me of the time I was nine and an errant throw of a ball, not permitted inside the house, caused one of my mothers vases to topple over and smash into dozens of pieces. I felt sick, like I had to vomit, as she silently swept the porcelain pieces into a trash bag. She didn't cry or yell, just went to work, but I could see the tears in her eyes. Her mom, my grandma, had given her that vase as a birthday gift and grandma had died earlier that month. I'd felt so awful I'd started to make plans to run away just so I couldn't ruin her life anymore. The tears fell from my eyes then, as well. I was confused that my failure to obey one of Brie's requests could cause such a profound reaction in me.

Regardless of the cause, I couldn't deny the feelings as they overwhelmed me, leaving a sobbing figure of clay in Bries lap, melting away in the rain.

"Shhhh sweet one. Everything will be alright." She placed a hand on my stomach and lightly rubbed in a circle while her other fingers enfolded my own. I was amazed at the sense of peace that her touches generated, the guilt faded and my crying eased. A hiccup surprised me, the odd noise echoing in the otherwise quiet room. Brie smiled and I returned it with an embarrassed smile of my own.

"I think you would feel better if you eat." I nodded in agreement and used my free hand to reach out for the banana on the floor. Brie frowned at the tremors in my arm as it hung in the air.

"I'll do it for you." Sighing in relief, I let the quaking limb fall limply to the floor. It was kind of romantic, Brie tearing chunks off the banana and slipping them between my lips. I could see the arousal ignite in her eyes as my lips parted and closed around each piece. On the final piece her fingers lingered and I closed around it, sucking softly on her digit. She looked a little guilty as she blushed, turning her head away shyly.

"This is all my fault. I thought I knew what I was doing but something's obviously gone wrong," she chuckled dryly. "If I think about it like that, I only have myself to blame for how I am now."

"Brie," my voice slipped out, surprising me again with it's low but distinctly feminine tone.

"I just hope you don't hate me," she said her voice cracking with emotion.

Unfortunately the I couldn't stifle a cough that ripped it's way from my throat, interrupting the emotionally charged moment.

"Right, I knew that. Just hang for a second I'll be back in a moment." Brie laid me gently on the floor before leaving the room. I was surprised I could feel the soreness fade, my body ripping apart the banana and sending its restorative nutrients flooding throughout my muscular system. Feeling better, I cautiously moved the edge of the bed as Brie came back and handed me a glass of water, a plastic glass this time. Thankfully, this water went uneventfully down my throat and eased my thirst, making me feel almost normal, relatively speaking, as I laid there in an awkward silence as Brie cleaned up the glass and water. Once she was done she stood in the doorway, the lack of noise thickening into an uncomfortable stew we were choking on. Brie was the first to break, her voice unsteady as she started talking.