To think, it had all started with a single queen! Samantha was feeling proud and wistful as she absentmindedly thought to herself while surveilling her bustling hives. The pent-up housewife had heard beekeeping could be a rewarding and lucrative hobby for avid gardeners like her, who needed another outlet for their busybody tendencies. And true to reputation, she'd found resounding success with her burgeoning hives, which soon expanded into a whole network of artfully crafted insect sanctuaries. Her delicious honey became the rage of the local farmer's market, earning her a tidy sum of discretionary income for frivolous pursuits.
Every day the slender woman was happy to don her facial netting and tend to the industrious little honeybees. The dulcet hum of their vibrating wings just put her anxious mind at ease. Samantha was deeply grateful to find this peaceful refuge amongst her pollen-hungry little workers, a place where she could be alone with her thoughts. She swore the bees had even come to know her personally over time, as she often forgot to wear protective clothing while tending her bee boxes, and suffered no stings for her trusting carelessness.
The next day proceeded like any other. Samantha placidly tossed the netting of her beekeeping mask over her shoulders, before setting off to gather honey for the weekend's market. However, the middle-aged woman had failed to notice a subtle shift in the hive's disposition, as an insidious new force had taken root among the eusocial insects. Their buzzing had taken on a rhythmic new beat, and they stirred in a restless fashion at her approach. When the beekeeping woman felt a series of warning bumps against her back, followed by a far heavier, meatier thwack, she turned to investigate. A gasp escaped Samantha's lips when she finally began to notice the change.
Before Samantha was an inexplicable sight. An unusually aggressive swarm of bees were congregating nearby, visibly upset at her presence. Each of the buzzing insects sported a bulbous, fleshy stinger, turgid and throbbing with hostile intent. The amateur apiarist let out a girlish shriek upon noticing the deep, dusky hue of their phallic protuberances, grimly realizing her entire hive had been Africanized overnight! Their engorged extensions outsized the little bees by several magnitudes, their wings having to beat with extraordinary determination to keep the heavy schlongs aloft. As she examined her angered, altered bumblebees, the lead hive guard charged ahead, mushrooming tip aimed square at her eye.
The nylon facial netting barely shielded Samantha from the brutal cockslapping she endured. The bees ran a coordinated gauntlet past her grimacing face, each rigid member wetly jousting her feminine features after another. Her frazzled mind was paralyzed by the sight of so many huge, Africanized beenises synchronizing their prurient assault. The housewife was soon knocked silly, and collapsed to her knees in overcome shock. Samantha darted forward in a bid to duck amidst the flimsy boxes that housed the growing horde of avenging insects, though she endured a constant fusillade of spongy tips battering against her thin back.
The riled cloud of erect bee warriors had Samantha right where they wanted her, though the tiny bugs had difficulty flying straight with such swollen appendages. It was a feat of natural flight mechanics that each one could support a pole many times their own size and weight, but such was the magnificence of the insect kingdom's strength. With the relatively gargantuan woman fallen to all fours, rear jutting in the air, the swarm was poised for their masterstroke strike. The girthiest of their number lined up at the head of the flying formation, as they zoomed down to torpedo their one-time keeper.
Samantha was scurrying forward in fright, until the scared woman's mouth opened wide in an indignant shriek of alarm. A beenis had struck home, right on target, and the lady's mom jeans could barely cope with the battering ram-rod dryslamming its frayed seams. Worse, just as the first bee bomber prodded true and disengaged, another was right behind, forming a conga line of diving dicks that audibly whistled through the air. Samantha collapsed forward on her large breasts, overcome with the unexpected momentum of the thudding blows.
However, when the prone beekeeper felt her pants torn threadbare by the unending barrage, she dived forward in desperation. Samantha only succeeded in upending a nearby hive, which toppled into another in domino effect, releasing an even larger cloud of angered, Africanized, and astoundingly engorged bees. The overwhelmed apiarist never saw the bee that finally broke through her jean's worn stitching and found her without panties. But Samantha would never forget feeling the firm, yet yielding, texture of a beenis thrusting into her unsuspecting nethers with punishing downward momentum.
The Africanized bee found himself firmly lodged in the woman's clutching mound, buzzing angrily in an attempt to withdraw from his enemy's sex. With great effort, the huge beenis worked free of the desperate housewife's snatch, only for Samantha to suffer another critical strike from behind. Somehow, this bee warrior's stinger felt even girthier than the last, and the poor lady strained to accept the rude intrusion from behind. Samantha was delirious with over-stimulation at this point, and when she looked up, her horror compounded instantly.
The sky was dark with buzzing beenises, her entire swarm now flying about in search of an outlet for their agitated state. Fleshy protuberances thwacked about midair, releasing a cacophony of meaty noises and angry buzzing. Samantha looked back as her second invader managed to unsheathe itself, only for a third absurdly endowed insect to immediately embed itself snug against her overstimulated labia. The buzzing of its little wings was driving her clitoris crazy, and the beekeeper found it difficult to coordinate an escape while being subjected to so such an entomological onslaught.
Alerted by all the yelling, Samantha's husband, Frank, came outside to observe what all the commotion was about. The unsuspecting man was immediately caught off-guard by the obscene sight before him. His beloved wife was collapsed near a pile of upended beeboxes, her hips high in the air, with a meaty parade of throbbing beenises bobbing about her twitching body. Knowing just what to to, Frank immediately began