Honey's Hive

"Things are different between us now. I know you. No, that's not quite right... This is hard to explain in words. I feel you. Inside me. Inside my mind, your entire body is like an extension of mine. It's not like telepathy or anything like that, but I... We, are connected. You can feel that can't you?" she asked, as she gently crawled beside me on the bed. I nodded unnecessarily, happy just to feel her closeness.

"There's this thing inside me. It's strange and it pulsed, expelling something when I told you to drink earlier. Tell me the truth, why did you move like that, knowing it would hurt you the way it did?" I shrugged not quite sure how to answer as her hand played through my hair as she laid on her side, my right arm tucked beneath her waist.

"Tell me," she said and I was struck by the same need to please her as before with the drink.

"I'm not sure. It's like this rush of desire to do whatever you say. It makes me want to make you happy by any means necessary. It's almost like your command supercede any other desires or concerns I have, becoming my prime objective." I started to say more but Brie interrupted me.

"Shhhhh. That's enough. I'm happy." Like the sun bursting through the clouds her words bathed me in a gentle warmth as I pleased the queen.

Queen...?

She leaned in and kissed me, her soft lips gentle as they parted and played with my own. The warmth in my chest grew hotter and began to migrate to my groin as blood flowed there as well. Shifting around I tried to hide my growing erection from her.

I wish that I had what she wanted. Maybe I can...

My body surprised me as chemicals started to move and combine in my chest once again. Thankfully this time was the easy, like the first time I did it to Brie and not the painful struggle it had been with Lucy. My dick and breasts throbbed as the transformative milk caused my breasts to balloon outward. My nipples hardened and it felt like the internal pressure was making them pop out like a nub on an overinflated balloon. Brie's hands gently caressed the sides of my breasts, the tips of her fingers depressing their pliant weight with confidence.

How is she so sure of herself? I'm almost frantic with nervousness.

I started to squirm as I attempted to wiggle out from under her. Reading my intentions she cupped my face, drawing my darting eyes to her sultry black depths. For a couple of seconds I continued squirming, the bedsheet bunching in my fists. She didn't try to restrain me she just kept staring at me, the same face I had always known but just a little bit different.

Brie hadn't had an easy relationship with puberty, and had the acne scars to prove it.

Had had the acne scars, I guess. Now her skin is so smooth and her features so self assured. Her normally messy hair sleek and smooth, falling in dark waves down her back. She looks regal, like a benevolent queen, graciously embracing her lowly servant.

A new thought flew through me, allowing me to finally rip my eyes away from her, turning my head to the side, freeing myself from her hand.

I don't deserve her. She's so much better than me, more confident, pretty, and righteous. I never could see myself next to her, not before, not now, not ever. She'll have a taste of me before realizing I'm not good enough for her. I saw it happen enough in high school as her girlfriends grew disillusioned and dumped her. Their self worth challenged by her drive and greatness as she eventually left them in the dust. I don't have anything that they didn't, probably less if I really think about it.

Her touch grew firm as she forced my gaze back to hers, a concerned frown replacing her playful smile. I opened my mouth to tell her how bad an idea I thought this was-

"I don't think I like the ideas that are going through your mind right now," Brie interrupted.

How does she know... Holy shit, she can read my mind? Say peanut butter if you can hear my thoughts.

She chuckled but there was little mirth in it. Instead she looked almost angry.

"I can't read your mind. But you're forgetting one very important fact." I shivered as she gripped my face hard, her other hand falling to trace it's way along my ribs, finishing its journey at the crook where my hip turned into my ass. My heartbeat, which had slowed as she comforted me, now pounded, its raging beat rocking my chest. My nervousness skyrocketed as I stilled, doe-like, under the headlights of her fiery eyes.

"I know you. I've known you since you were a scared little boy in the dirt, clinging to me for comfort. Through your awkward magic trick age and your joy at discovering swimming... I've been with you your entire life and there was little you could hide before, and now... there's decidedly less. Subconsciously I've known what has only become apparent after this," she paused as she searched for the word. "Transformation." Her hand dug painfully into my flesh, her grip turning possessive. "You're mine. My potion might not have gone, exactly, the way I wanted. But I'm certainly not going to complain about the results." My skin burned under her gaze, igniting in a consuming lust as she held me still, hanging onto her every word. "I know you've always put me on pedestal, almost idolizing me. But, I'm as human as the next. I have needs, Stephen." Her hand drifted lower, stroking my rigid cock through my shorts. I groaned at the sensation but she kept her eyes locked to mine. "And I know you do too. I can feel it. Sense it, almost like it's my own. I can smell it in the air and on your body. You received the ability to instinctively synthesize any fluid with your change." -Is that what I can do?- "Do you want to know what I got? Want to hazard a guess?"

My breath fled as she leaned in closer to me, her nose brushing my cheek as her lips glanced my earlobe. "You. You, are, mine. I know everything going on in that gorgeous body of yours. Every quiver of every nerve dances across my senses, a delightful melody that I can control. With a simple flick-" her fingers snapped my nipple tenting my t-shirt and I couldn't stop the cry that burgeoned in my throat. "I can send you reeling." Her touch was gentle and comforting as she caressed my neck. "Or calm you with a simple brush of my fingers." I was hardly calm as I writhed under her. Her eyes danced wildly, drunk on power and control as her fingers darted, lightning quick with laser accuracy, to sensitive points across my body. Some of them, I was unaware of until she brought my attention to them.

There was this one spot, on my upper calf of all places, that had me melting under her ministrations. Using a single finger, she idly rubbed at the spot sending waves of pleasurable shivers through me. Her arched eyebrows and lazy smirk spoke volumes, telling me that this was only the beginning.

"I've waited years for this. Ever since you wore that black widow costume freshmen year for halloween, something shifted in my brain and everything fell into place. That night the universe showed me how perfect you were, with your red lips and sultry smile. Then, poof it was gone, a mirage of morning dew banished by the sun. I've been chasing the you I saw that night for years. The path I've taken was strange but having you here, in my arms, making these noises I've imagined so many times... I can't put into words how this makes me feel... Just give me a chance Beanpole, I swear I can make you happy." As she spoke, a vibrant smile bloomed into existence before fading into the most raw vulnerability I'd ever seen on Brie. She stopped playing with my calf and allowed me to crawl up the headboard so she wasn't looming over me quite so much. "Please?" she asked, wringing her hands in front of her.

"Okay."

"I mean, I know this entire situation is strange... Wait, what?"

"Okay. I trust you, you get your shot," I said, trying to tell her as plainly and honestly as I could.

I laughed at the happy befuddled look on her face. Then I groaned as my aching breasts announced themselves again, their taut weight begging for release. I started massaging, hoping to relieve the pressure. Brie caught me hands before I could finish tugging on my nipples.

Nooooo...

"Just a second sweetie, give me a second and I'll take care of you," Brie said, reading my disappointment.

She hopped off me for a moment, rummaging around my parents dresser for a moment before she cave a cry of success, hefting a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs in the air.

"I have a plan," she said, and I grew a little nervous.

What am I thinking? It's Brie, she's not going to hurt me, I thought as she gently clicked the handcuffs shut, securing my hands above me to the headboard. Gentle tugs proved that I was locked in, helpless to Brie's tender mercy.

Tender mercy which Brie has waited years for. She probably has plans upon plans. Oh god, I may have made a mistake. I grew nervous again, but this time it was a warm anticipatory nervousness, sending tingly sensations that sent goosebumps rippling across my arms.

"Now, where was I..." My shoulders shifted as causing my breasts to sway across my chest as they continued aching.

"Brie, it hurts," I whined, growing desperate for any form of relief. Her thin hands engulfed both the ponderous weights as my nipples ground into her palms. Her touch was electric, mingling with the nagging soreness that sent a burning heat straight to my sex.

"Do you know what's inside here?" she asked as she idly bounced my tits, which seemed to hang weightless for a second before falling back into her hand, only to be tossed airborne once more. Distracted by what was going on in front of me I missed her question.

"What?"

"The concoction contained in these wonderful breasts, do you know what it does?" I blushed.

"I have a vague notion." I couldn't seem to catch my breath as she continued to bounce my breasts, my stomach rippling as I clenched in anticipation of each toss.

"And you're okay with that?" I was too embarrassed to express how, if it made her happy, it would be worth it.

How does one tell their long time friend and potential lover that the experimental fluid in my newly grown breasts would take away my penis? There was just no way that I would be able to get any combination of those strange words/thoughts out of my mouth.

"Losing your dick, though... It's the last remnant, are you sure?"

"You're worth it," I stated, voice firm despite my churning gut.

Brie stared at me, wide eyed with shock, before surging forward, her lips slamming into mine, rocking my head back into the headboard. Her lips were firm and fierce as she penetrated my mouth with her tongue, injecting her taste across my senses. The kiss lasted an eternity and my lungs were straining before she finally released me.

"No time like the present," she said, pulling my shirt up to bunch around the top of my breasts while dropping her mouth down to my nipple. My hands jerked against my restraints as a sharp pain lanced through my nipple as her teeth pinched, and scraped along its swollen length. Her cheeks bulged as her gentle suction drew the liquid from my breast, her lips working my areola delightfully. I sighed as the pressure eased. Her hands fell naturally on my hips as she worked my nipple with her tongue and lips, as she encouraged me to give her more, faster, and my body didn't hesitate to oblige her wordless request. I relaxed under her lips silken massage, my eyes closing as the fluid poured from me with each suckle. A coo of contentment slipped from my lips as she eased off my body.

My eyes shot open as Brie forced the liquid between my half parted lips. I sputtered under the gooey assault, choking on the semi viscous liquid. A mass of the stuff fell from my lips and spattered across our breasts as it dripped from my chin. I must have had a particularly incredulous look on my face because Brie cracked up laughing.

"What did you think I was doing?" she said through chuckles. "Okay, let's try again but focus this time. Game faces." Brie's bright pink tongue darted around her mouth as it licked up the remnants of our failed transfer, making her lips gleam. The second try was much more successful as the sweet liquid, with a hint of Brie, slid from her lips down my throat. After a couple more doses my breasts felt comfortably empty and I could feel a now familiar fever heat settle over my crotch as my internal organs began rearranging themselves... again.

How long is it going to take this time?

My stomach muscles rolled as the sensations caused me to buck involuntarily. The heat built to a raging inferno as I twisted, pulling on my restraints.

"Easy. Easy girl, this won't take long. We'll get you through this don't worry. We just need to keep your mind off of it. Know anything that would do that?" One hand tapped at her chin while the other crawled between my breasts, circled my bellybutton, before ending its voyage under my shorts, between my sodden lips. She idly trailed up and down, parting my pussy with each stroke, seemingly unconcerned as she pondered her actions.

"Oh my," she said teasingly, seemingly only just discovering what her left hand was doing. "What have we here? Someone seems to be enjoying herself?"

It's a little over the top, but she's doing a good job keeping my mind and body away from the burning pain. Oh damn, there it is again... I clenched my teeth as I fought through the sensation.

"Naughty, naughty. Someone's distracted. We can't have that can we?" She punctuated her question by curling her middle finger, effectively sliding it into me, penetrating me for the first time. I stiffened under the alien sensation, my muscles straining as I fought through the sharp pinch of pain. Brie slid a hand behind her neck and cooed softly, helping ease me through this. It was just a small motion, but ever so slowly Brie started to move her finger. If I thought having someone else inside me was strange it didn't hold a candle to the intense feeling of invasiveness Brie's pumping motion caused. She kissed me, her hands motion not changing as she nipped and nuzzled with her lips.

I can do this.

I focused on her lips, their unbelievable softness as they danced around my own. My body eventually relaxed, naturally embracing Brie as my mind got out of the way. No longer fighting the sensation, my hips yielded to Brie's motions. Her lips curled upward against my own as she pressed her hand more firmly against my pussy, her palm brushing against my clit as her wrist glancingly touched the tip of my penis.

Wait... What? That fast?

My normally modest sized member had lost maybe half of its volume as it quivered rock hard between us. I watched, more intrigued than fearful, as my penis shrunk further, retreating under my gaze. Brie distracted my by jiggling her palm against my clit, the sensitive bundle of nerves lit up like a christmas tree, arcing into my flesh almost painfully pleasurable. Gasping against her mouth my hands rattled around the headboard as I strained against my restraints. Brie pulled back and we both watched in wonder as each curling stroke caused my doomed to member to shrink just a little. The sensations from coming from my vagina mirrored my declining penis, as one rose the other fell until my thoughts were filled with Brie's finger and what it was doing to me. The tip of my penis gave one final wink as it slid beneath my flesh leaving nothing but bare, unblemished skin behind. Nervous, I felt something strange rising up through me warming up my nerves, little candles in my extremities causing me to flush with fever heat.

I tried to ask Brie to slow down but I couldn't get enough of a breath to get the words out, so fast was the approaching sensation.

My orgasm washed over me like a cleansing fire and I convulsed in Brie's embrace. She held me close, her finger finally motionless inside me as I bucked and kicked, my toes curling into the bedsheets as my muscles tightened under the onslaught of pleasure. Eventually, the tremors subsided and I was left a sponge bereft of water. I winced as Brie withdrew her finger from my over sensitive snatch and not so discretely tasting my juices. I winced again as she released my restraints, my wrists raw from my involuntary struggle.

"You know you could fix this," she stated simply as her fingers hovered over the red burns.

"Huh?" She smiled at my tired confusion, and patted me warmly on my head. "You never were one to think of yourself." She set the edge of the handcuffs on her upper arm, gave me a smile, and ripped her arm down sharply. The metal cuffs parted her skin, her blood spilled out, sending a plume of coppery scent rolling in the air. Stifling a cry, I rushed to her side, my mind swirling as I tried to comprehend her logic. My hands flew to my breasts which were already leaking a coppery scented liquid which numbed my fingers as they worked to draw forth enough for her wound. "You always were so quick to with the band-aids," she said as she caught my hands in her own, unconcerned with the blood that was dripping down her arm. I tugged weakly at her grasp my eyes locked on her wound. She dropped her head into my eyeline and I let her black depths draw my head up, my struggle slowing and stopping after a few moments. She set my hands in her lap and arched and eyebrow, her look telling me not to move them. I dutifully obeyed although I shivered as she caressed my breasts, drawing a dollop onto her fingers rubbing it thoughtfully, the sticky substance thinning as it bridged the length between her digits.

"You don't even know how impressive this is, do you?" I shook my head, my eyes taking the moment to dart to her wound, and it's ugly red length, offending to my eyes. She brought the fluid to her nose for a closer sniff. "I can smell sixteen disparate ingredients. All of them in harmony. I've never read of one with more than ten, and I've personally never produced a successful potion with more than five. I could write a master's thesis on this substance," she said with wonder. Blushing under her onslaught of praise I felt a warm glow of pride settle into my stomach. I blushed further as she licked at her finger and moaned. "God it tastes good too." She shook her head and seemed to gain control of herself. "We're gonna do amazing things together Honey. But that's for the future, I've more important matters in the here and now."

Finally, she'll take care of her wounds. I thought with relief. Using her palm as a little cup she worked a small pool of the liquid into her hand. She rubbed her hands together in a lather like she would a lotion, and gently rubbed each of my wrists. I stiffened under the contact but her fingers were nothing but soothing against my sores. Incredulous, I watched as the rawness faded to unmarked pale skin as she worked at my breast to get more salve. She gave me a quick peck on the nose as she laced her fingers with mine. It took me a moment to find my voice.

"Brie..." my voice came out low and rough.

"Yes...?" she asked her voice sultry as she sent her arms out drawing me closer to her. I coughed to clear my voice and said in my new normal pitch of voice, "You're bleeding on my parents bedsheets."

"So I am," she said laughing, unconcerned with the crimson liquid sending splotches on the worn sheets. She released my hands and I scrambled to milk the fluid and rub it into her cut. Her wound seemed to drink the salve and the bleeding stopped as I worked my fingers across the surface. I was worried about hurting her, even knowing how tough she is, but I didn't need to bother as the cut faded like magic under beneath my eyes.

"Amazing," I whispered.