Honeydew: Tree Drop 
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The queen bee hovered lightly off the ground as she took inventory of the fruit on her shelves. It was nearly time for her to go back out with her basket and stock up again, especially with the turn of the season coming soon.  
A few of her servants buzzed by her, carrying what may be the last pollen of the spring, and she nodded at their work. It was tough for them to work in these conditions—the hive was scaled for the queen’s size, who was about the size of a human, and was made almost to reflect a human house, minus the use of rooms or half of the other features. The walls of the hive house were all nearly full of honey, which she would exchange at the nearest village for some other necessities, but for now, Honeydew would take the free route: the forest of trees not far from her hive.  
Her hand gently picked up a woven basket, and she approached her door. “I’ll be back, my lovelies,” she said, waving at them. “We must try to stock up one more time.” 
A choir of buzzing bid her farewell, and she stepped out into the meadow that surrounded her hive. The trip wasn’t long as a flight, but she wanted to conserve energy for the highest fruit, so she opted to walk across the meadow.  
It was a beautiful place to live, and there were rarely adventurers who came out this far, much less any who wanted to make trouble with a humanoid bee queen who had a hive the size of a village house. Still, from time to time, she’d come across one who was feeling particularly brave.  
If they would spend more than five minutes in the local town, however, they would hear from the people there not to try to go after her. She tried to be so nice, but when they threatened her domain with swords and magic, well… 
Her stomach rumbled. It certainly wouldn’t hurt to eat some of the fruit as she collected it. The forest wasn’t known for its diversity, and it didn’t have her favorites this time of year, but there were pears and less commonly a special fruit the locals called “blood bola” that had some sort of innate magic properties. They would do more than enough for her at the moment. She may even get enough to brew something with. 
As the forest came closer to view, and the wind lightly blew against her, she peered at the trees. There were immediately very few that actually had fruit on them, but there should be more deeper in the forest. She opted against wasting time on these trees. Worst case scenario, she could go to these ones quickly later to top off her supply. 
The dark of the forest set in as she walked into it. There weren’t very many paths inside, but those that existed were often well-traveled, so she strayed away from those. The sounds of insects overtook the sounds of the wind, and she approached a place deep enough in the forest that no adventurer would be dumb enough to search—especially just for fruit. 
Fortunately, the trees were dense with fruit. She started at the top, first opting for a pear tree, getting a few six or seven good pears. She could afford to be a little picky. 
Next, she bounced to one of the blood bola trees, scooping the soft blue fruit in her hand and carefully twisting it off the stem. These erupted easily, which meant they sat on top of anything else she picked. A few minutes and a full basket later, she returned to the forest floor and walked back to the house. 
The bees were still busy as ever, and so she went to her shelves uninterrupted, placing the fruit down. It wasn’t nearly enough to keep them stocked for longer than a week, so she nodded at her hive and went back out, returning slowly to the forest. 
The sun was much higher in the sky. It was almost noon. The hunger panged at her almost desperately, but she knew she could out a little longer for some solid fruit collection. 
She made it to about the same spot and restarted the process, getting lower into the trees. She hit a spot with two sturdy branches, one from a pear tree, and one from a blood bola tree, and opted to rest a moment, pulling a pear off the branch. 
“Hey, you!” she heard from below, right before she could get a bite in. 
She glanced down at the source of the voice. There was a man, not dressed in any particularly dangerous armor and not wielding any visible weapon, staring up at her. His eyes drifted slightly to her exposed breasts, then further down, but he retained his angered expression. 
“Yes?” she said, innocently kicking her dangling legs. “Is something the matter, sir?” 
“These are private fruit trees! It’s hard enough to stop all these damned adventurers and traveling parties from eating it all, but you, too? Buzz off!” 
Her eye twitched a little. Someone with her status should never be talked to like this. 
“Don’t you know you’re in the presence of royalty, sir?” she asks, readying herself for another bite of the pear. 
“I don’t care if you’re a queen. Your hive has no right to my trees, and I will not stand for it!” 
“Can you really help it? It’s in an animal’s nature to eat freely. We don’t understand your human rules.” 
“I think you speak the language, you understand the rules perfectly. Get down, or... or else!” 
Her stomach rumbled again. The hunger gnawed at her. A smirk fell over her face, and she tossed the pear down at the man, who clumsily caught it. 
Then, she went for one of the blood bolas, and delicately popped it off. “One moment, please.” 
“Do not take that fruit. I see you doing it!” 
She placed it in her mouth and swallowed. The small fruit slid down her throat and into her stomach, where its effects immediately took hold. 
It was something she’d discovered a long while ago in a previous spring season. The blood bola’s effects are minimal on most humans, but on her... 
A dramatic gurgle escaped her stomach, and she repositioned herself on the branches. “Alright, I’m coming down. I may need some help, though. Could you try to catch me?” 
“What? Your wings don’t work?” 
“Hurt them escaping a particularly invested adventurer.” 
The man considered the request, and obliged, holding his hands above his head. 
Her smirk returned, and she hung upside down from the branches, positioning herself right above the man. 
“Ready?” 
“Make it quick,” he said. 
With that, she straightened her legs, letting herself drop to the man below. Just before contact would be made, she opened her mouth as wide as she could, and twisted in the air. The empty space between her teeth was filled by the man’s head, and she continued her descent, which was slowed by his body, until half of him was submerged into her mouth and throat. 
His muffled exclamation rattled inside of her as she fought to throw him off his feet and get on her own. His arms had mostly been concealed inside of her, which meant the most he could do was squirm and kick. She grabbed at his knees and managed to flip, landing square on her ass while he sank lower into her chest. 
“What the hell?!” he yelled, the buzz of his voice tingling her stomach. “What are you doing? Get me out! You can’t do this!” 
Her mouth was more than occupied. Instead of a verbal answer, she delicately removed his belt and peeled his pants off. This was less to do with his genitals, although his erection gave a conflicting story with the struggling inside of her, and more to do with the fact that clothing rarely tasted good or digested well. Still, as he continued to slide down her esophagus, she couldn’t help but tease his tip as it ran along her tongue. 
Raw blood bola was often used as a garnish for food, or in large amounts, acted as a hunger stimulant. For Honeydew, however, even one singular fruit made her ravenous. The way the fruit’s acid interacted with her stomach’s neutralized her stomach acid for a time, but also... expanded her capabilities. She continued swallowing, even as the man pounded on her stomach wall with heavy fists, which bulged outward from her already distended gut. 
The man’s heaviness was beginning to set in. Sometimes, by this point, she would take the more satisfying route, opting to let gravity slide the rest of her victim into her waiting stomach, but the hunger was too much to bare at this point. She gulped greedily at his legs, until finally he was sealed fully behind her lips. Now that the meal was secured, she toyed with the last bit of him not currently filling out her gut, pushing it down from the outside with her hand. 
At long last, the man’s form was completely nestled inside of her, swelling her stomach to a disproportionate, almost impossible size.  
“Let me out!” he yelled, pounding and prodding. She pushed down on the top of her stomach, hoping to keep him somewhat sedated, but a twinge of nausea was beginning to stir. 
“Cool it down in there,” she said, giving her stomach a shake. She could feel his weight slosh around. “Do you feel my acid burning you? You’re not digesting. I’ll let you out soon.” 
“Why the fuck did you do this?” he yelled, barely relenting. He began to reach his hand back up through her esophagus, and she felt his fingers scrape along the inside of her throat. 
The struggle, she thought. It’s always the best part. 
“Well,” she began, “I am a queen, and you were quite disrespectful to me. Consider this your punishment. I will let you out soon enough.” 
His arm retracted from her throat as he curled up a little in her stomach. The thrill of the struggle would have to wait for another time, despite the slight throb in her pussy. 
She laid down in the brush and patted her swollen figure, rubbing it gently. Soon enough, the digestion would kick in, and if he were still awake by then, the struggling would begin anew. That would take quite a lot of energy to deal with. 
Sure enough, after some annoying concerns about being released, the man started to complain about the acid. She stood up from her spot, holding her gut in her hands, and rubbed again. 
“Let me out this instant!” 
“Sorry, sir, but I lied. You’re not coming out of there. Thank you so much for helping feed my royal figure, though, despite your initial gripes.” 
He pounded and squirmed inside, bulging out her stomach in weird and slightly uncomfortable ways, but the nausea wasn’t kicking in yet, nor was it too painful. She began the walk back to her hive, each of her weighted steps heavier than they had been when she had left. All the way the man struggled to escape, even pleading with her. 
“I’ll let you have as much of the fruit as you want,” he said, as she approached the entrance of her hive. 
She laughed, “You have no sway in that. Your boss already lets me have what I want, you stupid subordinate. Take it up with him the next time you see him.” 
The movement inside of her stopped as her captive prey realized his fate. She laid down in her honeycomb bed and spread herself out, feeling the fullness of her stomach press against the bed. 
“Is that all the fight you have? No more energy to escape me?” 
He renewed his vigor, if only for a little bit. It was enough for her, as her hand drifted to her clit, eager for attention. At last, a moan escaped her lips as she masturbated, feeling the man inside of her panic. A gurgle sounded off with one of the heavier movements, and her stomach went still, rounding out a little more. With that, her moans sharpened, and she came, sweet nectar spilling from her nethers. 
All movement within her stopped, and she worked to sit up on her bed. The weight of the man in her stomach against her legs was a lot, but it would work itself down eventually. 
“Too bad I forgot my basket,” she realized, rubbing herself gently. “I’ll have to go back tomorrow to retrieve it.” 
She buzzed softly to herself, content with the thought of a full stomach, and rolled back into bed before falling asleep.