Rick couldn’t help but feel downtrodden. It had been two weeks now since he had left the safety of the city walls, and in all that time he had yet to find… Well, whatever it was he was looking for. As the cracked road turned to dirt path , he paid it little heed. The next mile looked as if it would be little different from the last hundred.
He found it difficult to care as he had before about the occasional crumbling building dotting the side of the road. Was it loneliness? He thought about it as he put one foot in front of the other mechanically, trudging down what was once a road teeming with life.
No, he admitted to himself, it was closer to disillusionment. Was this really it? This was all there was to be found outside the walls? He knew it was dangerous, patrols didn’t always arrive on time… sometimes not at all. Yet he hadn’t seen any reason why. Not only was there little of value to be found, neither was there any danger, save for the tedious boredom of endless walking.
He peered for a moment through the cracked window of what had once, he assumed, been a place for vehicles to stop. A “Fuel Stop”, according to the book he kept with him in spite of his disenchantment. The large overhang and collection of rusting ancient wheeled hulls told him as much. However, compared to the smiling people and sunny day in the pictures provided, reality was anything but. Not that Rick had expected to find life existing as it once was outside the walls, but he had expected… well, more than this.
He scarcely needed to look around to know there was nothing for him here. As his trudging steps continued that thought lingered. There was thus far nothing out here in the rest of the world of value, at least given what he’d seen in his weeks-long exploration. Part of him was beginning to accept that it might be a good idea to go back, no matter what the consequences might be.
The wild took over once more as the brief stint of walking past now-forgotten civilization was truly lost. The dirt path was a scarce break in the endless trees and bushes which seemed to have sprung up in humanity’s absence. For short stretches he had to push through undergrowth just to find the path again, sometimes having to trace his way back multiple times.
It was obvious nobody had been down here in some time… or at least if they had, they hadn’t come back. Miles passed, and he kept trudging on. Maybe the road would open back up, and maybe it wouldn’t. A rather sorrowful part of him no longer cared either way.
Branches and vines grew thicker and clogged his path, tugging at his clothing incessantly, until he was fighting for every step. Indeed, only now did he begin to see a break in the endless bush… several massive, colourful, extremely fragrant flowers.
Indeed, he felt his head grow a little fuzzy at the heady odour emanating from the massive and shockingly emblazoned petals. He had never seen such large flowers before, wide enough he was sure he could have easily laid atop a single petal of one of the flowers with room to spare on all sides.
He felt himself growing a little dizzy, in fact, and forced himself to move on, pushing into the plant life ahead. Being in such close proximity to these plants was hardly a good idea if it was already getting to him, he surmised. Yet as he did so his hand made contact with one bush, only to pull back in shock at a wet and slimy sensation.
A pearlescent, sticky amber string now connected his hand to the leaves, and he tugged at it instinctually. His concern only grew as he realised just how tough it was to pull his hand free, as the substance was quite glutinous. As he hurriedly wiped it off, he felt his hand begin to tingle, and felt a flush of panic… only for the smell of it to finally hit him. It was like the flowers before, only much more concentrated. The heady scent soon had his mind awash, and idly, he couldn’t help but bring his hand up to inhale it closer.
“Whoa…” he murmured. It smelled incredible. Like sugar… no… he knew that smell from somewhere…
Morbid curiosity got the better of him as, despite his better judgement, he lifted a fingertip to his lips and tasted it.
It was incredible. He wasn’t sure if it was two weeks of rations and a starved palette that was sending his taste buds wild, but either way, it was easily the best thing he had ever tasted. Better than anything he had ever had. Hungrily, he licked his hand clean, before moving on to the thick matter which now coated his shirt.
He silenced his greedy licks, however, when he heard far louder cries nearby, and hunkered down to hide amidst the greenery. Slowly, carefully, he picked his way through the branches, placing his feet deliberately so as not to give away his position. Even so, he winced at every branch cracking or leaf crunching underfoot.
The sight which met his eyes was truly incredible.
Nestled amidst the blanket-length petals of a massive flower, two equally proportionally massive women were embraced in what was undoubtedly an erotic coupling. Indeed, if their bodies writhing and undulating hadn’t given it away, the utterly lurid moans would have.
As he stared he couldn’t help but feel his face flushing, as if the heat of their passions was radiating like a fire. One woman lay atop the other, holding her close in ways that were sending his mind into a spin after two weeks of solitude. Not that he had ever seen women like these two before. Indeed so shocked was he that it took quite a few moments before realising these large women were… unusual.
The first oddity was that their skin was far from a typical shade. The girl on top had a pale yellow hue, with absurdly thick hips and an impressive bust, each breast easily dwarfing Rick’s own head. Long, thick legs were clad in what looked like brown, silvery hosiery… yet the longer he stared at those colossally thick legs enwrapping the girl beneath her, the more convinced he became that the sleek sheen was a product of her own skin.
Her proportions were only outmatched by those of the girl beneath who, if anything, sported assets which only dwarfed those of the golden girl above her. Her skin was by contrast tinged green, including - from what he could see - a bust to rival even the most outlandish of adolescent fantasies. While her thighs were slimmer, each of her breasts was easily as large as Rick was wide. With such stunning measurements as to practically swallow up the girl laying atop her, Rick’s gaze followed her legs down to see that - oddly - they terminated somewhere within the base of the flower the two were merrily humping atop of, and must have sunk into the ground…
Still, he found it difficult to linger on such small oddities when the smell from before was utterly mystifying now, leaving the air feeling rich. Indeed, looking down, he began to see why. Thick amber slime coated the branch he was clinging to, yet he hadn’t even noticed it. Once more, his palm was tingling where the sticky sap remained. Idly, he tried to wipe it off, unwilling to take his eyes off of the near-incomprehensible collision of wet and dripping female mass just scant feet from where he lay.
The yellow woman was grinding herself against the digits of the green woman beneath her, and seemed to be returning the favour. Their orgiastic cries were bringing his ears to a boil as he realised, slightly shamefully, that he was ogling their copulation. Even so, he couldn’t bring himself to look away… and indeed, the throbbing between his legs and tightness against his cloth made it all the harder to do so.
Their moans grew to shrieks of erotic passion as their libidos flourished, climax seemingly rushing towards them both. Indeed the crescendo of their moans made him recoil slightly in shock, as he was practically hit by shockwaves from the sheer sexual energy being unleashed.
For a long time, the pair merely lay in each others arms, heaving and caressing one another. Their bodies were shiny, slick with sweat… and, he realised, something else. The same substance coating his hand…
With a long, lavish kiss, two pairs of sausage-thick lips smacked wetly and luridly until, begrudgingly, the yellow girl pulled herself free. Giggling, the green girl clung to her arm, but with a kiss to the hand, they parted.
“I’d love to stay, but the hive needs me.” The yellow girl said, almost forlorn.
“Don’t be a stranger…” The massive, green girl cooed, tracing a hand down her plump stomach and sending mountainous green-tinged breasts into a shiver.
Each of the girls’ pendulous breasts were now leaking thick, slimy syrup… Looking at his hand, and then to the girls in front of him, he realised at last what he had been eating so greedily before…
Yet his body didn’t care. Where his mind reeled, his stomach cried out. That stuff tasted better than anything he’d ever had… and he wanted more.
*****
(Rick stays with the plant girl)
*****
(Rick follows the bee girl)
The yellow girl had to be eight feet tall, Rick realised. Truly she was a daunting and imposing figure. Yet it had done little to dissuade him from following her. Quite the opposite.
For a moment he thought of turning back, of retracing his steps back to where he’d come from and forgetting what he’d seen. Yet his stomach groaned… his body yearned for more of that amber ambrosia. Just the smell of it still lingering on him made him drool slightly. He had to have more. Maybe he could find some and sneak away…
He pulled back a ways before circling around the clearing in which the green girl and her flower-bed had lain. Rick had no intentions of getting caught, especially when they might recognise that he had been ogling their none-too-private congress. However, judging by the smell that she left in her wake, it was clear that wherever the yellow girl was going, there would be more of that amber gold.
Silent as he could, he followed behind her. It wasn’t difficult to keep track of her, as even if her heavenly scent hadn’t embedded into everything she passed, there was a literal trail of dripping amber to follow. For a while he resisted, but it was hopeless. Eventually he couldn’t help but sampling it as he went. Soon he was stopping every time he found some to lick the leaves clean.
Part of him reeled at his choice to follow her, to swallow… whatever it was. It was insane! Yet he pressed on. He didn’t care how, but he absolutely had to have more of that delicious stuff. Every time he thought about it his cock throbbed.
As he saw a break in the treeline approaching, he stuck to the shadows, even as he saw the yellow girl stepping out into the sunshine and stretching her body in ways his budding libido found truly delightful. For a moment, just a moment, he thought he saw her looking back his way… but then the moment was gone, and he was sure it had just been his imagination.
Then she was gone. Blinking, he broke from his hiding spot and scanned for her, but in the bright light it was too difficult to see. He shielded his eyes as, to his shock, the skyline didn’t resolve as he had expected it to. Instead it was yellow… yellow in all directions. Past the trees, rising from the earth, was a truly colossal yellow structure.
She hadn’t disappeared, Rick realised at last, as once his eyes had adjusted he saw that she had merely blended into the background. The yellow wall that rose well up into the sky before him was truly astounding.
It stretched on and on everywhere he looked. Truly, this thing - whatever it was - would be the largest structure he had ever laid his eyes on. For a moment he considered following the girl from before, but thought better of it. Whatever this huge thing was, he would have a better chance of sneaking into it at night.
*****
Night closed in, and brought with it the cold. He huddled behind a tree, only occasionally daring to peek out. Once or twice he had seen yellow women, like the massive one from before, passing closely by. He hadn’t been able to help himself from staring as they passed. Their impossibly thick thighs simply rewrote everything he had thought he had known about female anatomy. With every step they took, their shiny, sleek legs glinted in the light and the way they slid past each other drove him wild.
Still, he had held his place, waiting until the right moment. Yet as he shivered at the forest’s edge, he decided that now the sun had set, that that moment was good enough.
Slowly he worked his way across the gap between the trees and yellow structure. As he moved further and further, he slowly developed vertigo as he had to crane his neck back further and further to see the top. Indeed, he hadn’t realised just how far it would be to travel to the base until it had been a few solid minutes and he felt he was no closer.
His stomach rumbled, and he clasped it anxiously. He was no longer just hungry, he absolutely needed to taste that golden syrup once more… and there just had to be a way to do that inside.
The ground soon gave way, to his surprise, to a descending slope which he realised meant this structure in fact continued down into the earth. Indeed when he finally reached the bottom of the decline he realised he had slid down at least a dozen metres if not more.
For a moment he considered scaling the side, but knew he would stand out easily. No, his best chance would be to try to find a way in from down on the ground, he told himself as he kept low and worked his way around the edge.
Only now did the scale really begin to settle in as he could barely see any change in the structure’s surface until, looking back behind him, he realised just how far he had come… and yet also a slight curvature in the wall.
The wall itself was odd, hard and yet oddly organic, with a forgiving feel. Indeed, leaning close, he smelled the familiar scent from before. In awe, he looked up and realised the entire thing was built from, at least in part, a hardened version of that syrup which had leaked from the breasts of those two buxom girls before.
Rick stole into the slight ditch between the wall and the earth to hide as, not a few moments later, two massive, tall, golden women strolled past him not a dozen metres away. He was lucky they were engrossed in some hushed and whispered conversation, and didn’t notice him huddling just out of their line of sight.
For a moment, one of them did pause, and he could have sworn she looked back in his direction. He felt his heart in his throat as she turned his way… but after a few moments she merely smiled, as if at some joke only she had heard, and returned to her partner.
That had been too close. Cursing his distraction, he forced himself to focus, even as the scent they left in their wake sent his mind rolling… and his libido rocketing. For a moment he had to steady himself and rested his hand against the yellow wall to his right. Only this time the material felt wetter than before.
Curiously, he withdrew his hand and instantly smelled, albeit somewhat subdued, the same substance which those yellow women had been producing. It was starting to make sense to him. This structure, this entire thing, was built from something similar to that gooey substance.
For a few moments he simply stared at his now wet hand, before looking up at the titanic structure beside him. Hurriedly, yet in cautious silence, he took out his book to confirm his suspicions. Flipping through page after page, he skipped back a few when he noticed that in his haste he had passed it.
Tracing his finger down the page after wiping away the worst of it, having resisted the temptation to taste it again, he froze. Only then did he feel a cool chill down his spine as realisation dawned. Looking back up at the structure to confirm his suspicions, he nearly dropped the book in shock as it all became clear.
Bees. They were bees. Some kind of… bee women; and this massive structure was a gigantic bee hive.
*****
The round surface of the wall, always curving slightly inwards, at last showed some kind of entryway. However, it wasn’t at ground level. It was in fact several dozen feet up, and if it hadn’t been for the light emanating from within he might not have seen it at all. From his position he could see a platform of sorts which protruded a few metres out.
His honey-addled brain, as he now realised what that substance had been, urged him to clamber up and get inside, to find that amber gold and swallow as much as he could. However rationality yet presided over him, even if the balance was shaky. His cock ached now, and the urge to just collapse back and relieve himself was stronger than ever, but he knew he had to focus.
Head swimming, the only thing he could focus on was getting more of that honey.
But how?
From where he was crouching, hidden in the shadows, he could see two massive yellow busty women standing guard at the entrance. In fact he recognised them, they were the two who had so recently passed him by. They must have been scouts, perhaps, patrolling the area.
Rick knew there was no way he could climb up without them spotting him, let alone sneaking past them once he was up there.
His stomach growled, loud enough that he doubled over as if to muffle it, and looked up worried one of the guards might have heard. Luckily, it seemed, he was as of yet undetected.
For moments he pondered how he might possibly gain entry without being seen, when his heart skipped a beat. Both guards suddenly silenced their idle chatting and stiffened. Certain he had been spotted he made to run, but noticed that rather than on him, the pair of massive, busty yellow women had their eyes on the darkened night sky.
Peering between them and the twinkling stars, he struggled to make out what they were looking at, but couldn’t see anything. The silence stretched, and he felt his nerves pulled taut to breaking point, before at last he heard a sound… a buzz.
For a moment he thought he was back in the city, as it reminded him of the distant sound of a mower cutting the grasses. Yet as it grew closer the deep-pitched whine grew and grew, until at last he saw a shadow sliding across the stars above.
He couldn’t help but crane his neck to see who or what had the guards on alert, but at first was confused when the figure landed on the outcropping and entered the cone of light the entrance emitted.
It seemed, at first, just another bee woman. However this one was taller, slimmer in build - albeit still immensely thick in all the right places. Indeed, were it not for this woman’s taller stature he might have mistaken for just another… except as his eyes trailed down, he did notice a rather startling difference.
Protruding quite prominently was - unmistakably - a throbbing, massive cock.
Blinking away his surprise, he watched on, stunned, as the newcomer strolled confidently forwards.
“Mmmm, nice place…” She announced, and took a few steps closer.
“Hello.” One of the guards said, moving ever so slightly to the newcomer’s side as she approached.
“What brings such a… big girl here?” The other guard asked, feigning innocence, yet with a voice huskier than an Alaskan sled team, all the while her eyes fixed on the throbbing and twitching cock that - even from here - Rick could tell would be thicker than his forearm and just as long.
Slightly taken aback, the newcomer stilled for a moment as the two girls began to caress her shoulders and cling to her arms, yet she soon smiled as her confidence returned.
“Oh well… I thought I smelled something good. It must have been… you two.”
Rick watched as they slowly escorted her towards the door, and now their backs were turned he realised this was his chance. Given the slope of the wall, and forgiving material, it was surprisingly easy to leverage his own weight against the side of the hive. He found he could just about get a handhold if he pressed his fingers in firmly, and soon was able to delicately place a hand on the platform and peer over.
He could only stare with unabashed longing as a third bee girl now appeared from within the doorway and began to, delicately, trace her hands down the newcomer’s stomach… towards her now utterly turgid member.
Blushing profusely, Rick kept himself well hidden as, slowly, he watched the taller woman being drawn towards the doorway. She seemed a bit on edge, yet every time she showed any signs of nervousness, one of the girls around her would kiss her, stroke their hands across her body, or give her throbbing member a loving squeeze, and the worry would dissipate.
“Uh… such a nice welcome… um…” The woman murmured, her prior confidence seemingly thinning under the weight of her own arousal.
“There’s more of us inside, you should come meet them.”
“We do so love it when we have visitors…” Said a fourth bee girl, who Rick hadn’t even noticed arriving.
Rick followed a short distance behind, staying low, as the slowly growing cohort of bee girls escorted the newcomer further inside. He blushed furiously when he saw one bee girl's hand firmly grasping the newcomer's ass, and saw two fingers rhythmically pumping in and out of her.
The entryway consisted of a short tunnel, yet it opened up at last. Ricks attention was finally drawn away from the lurid scene before him, however, as the interior of the bee hive truly awed him with its scale. The vast inner space was mostly hollow, with a gentle glow permeating it. All through the tunnel he had felt heat brushing over him but only now did he realise just how warm it was inside. Stretching up at least half a kilometer, maybe higher, the inner walls were criss-crossed by countless small structures and walkways made from - it seemed - the same yellow structural material.
By the time he looked back at the group he was following to ensure he hadn’t been spotted while he gawked in amazement upwards, the newcomer was now being escorted by no less than eight bee girls who were each taking various liberties with her body.
Each was guiding her, caressing her, holding her gently… yet firmly, it transpired.
“”Well, I… really ought to be going…” The massive-membered woman muttered, and gave a testful tug at her own wrists, only to find them locked ironclad within the hands of her minders.
What had been a playful and sensual tour changed tone in an instant. Each of the bee girls instantly stiffened at the slightest sign of resistance on her part, and in moments she was being swarmed. All eight, now nine, of the bee girls brought her to the ground instantly through their sheer combined mass.
“AH!” She yelped, before any further cries were totally muffled as she was utterly buried in thick, yellow female flesh.
Rick could only look on from behind a small wall where he hid in a mix of fascination, horror… and arousal, he admitted to himself.
Hands which had before caressed sensually now did so in a truly torturous ticklish fashion, and the newcomer writhed and screeched in surprise.
Two girls positioned themselves at either side of her waist, their colossal breasts crashing together in physics defying ways around her cock as it throbbed ever harder. The pair set about lavishing it with thick, syrupy kisses from their sausage-thick lips, while feverishly stroking it between their hands; a totally merciless milking no doubt intended to bring their victim to orgasm as swiftly and debilitatingly as possible.
Yet it was the girl who was forcibly smothering their poor victim with her nipple that drew him to peer ever so slightly further over the wall… in horror, he looked on as they merely waited for the girl to run out of breath before seating a thick, turgid nipple between her lips, which immediately began to pump a thick, ceaseless flood of honey down her throat.
Rick winced as the girl’s arms and legs tensed almost painfully looking, but under ten, now eleven, then twelve massively thick bee girls she didn’t stand a chance. Each one alone no doubt weighed twice again his own, and even the tall big-dicked amazon didn’t have a hope of lifting one of them, let alone a dozen.
Slinking down, he turned his back on the scene and fished out his book. Silently, he flipped through the pages until he landed on what he’d been reading before.
‘How bees defend their hives.’
His eyes crept over the words from within his hiding place, and he swallowed deeply. Bees swarmed their victims… smothering them. Especially wasps.
A wasp girl, he muttered to himself under his breath. Now it made sense.
Without thinking, he found his fingers scooping up a pile of still-warm honey and bringing it to his lips. Even as the sickly sweet substance luxuriated on his tongue, he watched on as the same honey was pumped down the wasp girl’s throat.
Slowly he noticed that the more she drank, the harder her cock throbbed… and the more frantic her muffled screams and flexes became. Was she getting more sensitive the more she drank?
As he felt the warm air caressing over his own skin, he realised to his horror just how ticklish even the gentle gust of air was across his fine hairs. He couldn’t even imagine what it felt like to have those girls all over you, tickling you senseless… and all the while feeding you more.
Cursing himself, he forced his fingers away, yet his gaze lingered on the honey they had been sampling far longer than it should have. His stomach gurgled now, loud enough he threw his head down, worried he would be heard even over the combined ticklish and sexual overwhelment of the nearby wasp girl captive.
Her muffled cries rose and rose in pitch as the bee girls, sensing her approaching orgasm, seemed to reach a fever pitch of activity across her body. Every sensitive spot being worked, teased, tickled, kissed, licked, rubbed, to the utmost arousal. Eventually, inevitably, with a scream that managed to permeate the thick layers of womanly flesh encompassing her, she unleashed a torrent of cum from her cock which - enveloped between thighs, tits, lips and hands, was barely visible to him.
Yet even so, in such prodigious quantities, it was hard to mistake it… her cock had just shot a good half gallon of honey all over the swarming bee girls.
Rick didn’t notice until it was too late that he had, in a mix of enamour and hunger, been staring far too openly from his hiding spot. Only when a hand touched his shoulder, followed by another, and another, did he realise his fatal mistake.