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Velina gnawed on another wax cake, her third one in the past hour. As she poured over an endless stack of paperwork she rarely even noticed herself reaching for yet another snack. Her subconscious consumption had become a coping mechanism for handling the enormous amount of stress burdening her mind. The middle-aged woman was juggling a hundred problems at once; some indulgent snacking hardly seemed problematic when compared to such issues.

Granted, she was used to being in such situations. She was a queen after all. Queen of the vespairies, a tiny race of humanoid bees known for their industry. Honey, of course, was the prize of the hive, and Velina had been raised to oversee all operations and ensure order and production were maintained. However, the difficulties the hive faced were beginning to become daunting. It felt like everything was slowly coming apart at the seams. Worker drone shortages, a sharp drop in honey production, collapses in the lower storage chambers; the list of problems was endless. The hive always looked to their queen to approve any noteworthy project and solve major disputes, so Velina constantly found herself swamped with work. To make matters worse, a neighboring group of waspkin were putting "diplomatic pressure" on her colony for tributes, stretching already limited resources even thinner. It seemed like if something could go wrong, it was bound too.

Velina leaned back in her chair and let out a long sigh before shoving yet another wax cake into her mandibles. Absentmindedly, her lower pair of arms began to rub her swollen gut. Velina caught herself and blushed with embarrassment, now once again being forced to confront a personal problem; she was getting plump. No, plump didn't quite cover it. Plump implied just a little bit of pudge, but she had surpassed that weight range months ago.

Now she was just plain fat.

The vespairy were a lithe and nimble race. Certainly the near-mindless worker drones were bumbling little bugs, but the maids that directed them about were slender and graceful. Nearly every vespairy had a thin frame, and the queen was supposed to be the pinnacle of the colony's beauty. Instead, Velina's constant stress eating had turned her into a bloated parody of a bee woman. Chubby cheeks sitting atop a fuzzy collar might not seem like much of an issue, as their true size further obscured by her long mahogany hair. But the further down you traveled on the queen's body, the more evidence of her shameful snacking began to pile up. Large breasts rested upon a great dome of a belly which always appeared plump and full. It stuck out in the front of the queen as she waddled about, her elegance having been lost a hundred or so pounds ago. Her arms were thick cones, their flabby girth barely contained beneath her segmented chitin plates. Her thighs looked much the same only even larger, and sometimes Velina worried her weight gain might outpace her chitin's ability to expand and accommodate her bloating form. At least she didn't have to worry about such a problem with the largest part of her body, though it was small comfort given how massive her rump was. The enormous twin globes of yellow flesh stuck out exposed, dimpled with fat and jiggling with every movement Velina made. They had grown large enough to push her abdomen, which itself had managed to swell up with lard, into her back fat.

She was a corpulent joke of a queen, or at least that's how she felt when she looked down at herself. It was how she felt now, sitting in a chair that was struggling to support her wobbling rump of excessive size. It was how she felt every time she felt her belly forcing her fat thighs apart, and with each passing day it demanded more and more room. It was, frankly, beginning to depress the queen quite greatly, even if it wasn't impeding her work significantly. But if she did not curb these eating habits, how long would that last? How long before she struggled to reach across her desk to grasp a pen? Or before she was incapable of bending down to pick up paper that had scattered across the floor? With the rate at which she was piling on the pounds, even mundane tasks were beginning to be impeded by her increasing size.

Caught up in her brooding, Velina hadn't even noticed one of her maids enter the room. "My queen, the royal physician has requested your presence. In your daughter's chambers, of course."

Velina broke out of her depressing stupor and rose slowly from her cramped desk. "Very well, I can spare enough time for a short meeting if its as important as you suggest." Despite her massive workload, anything involving the Queen's beloved daughter always took priority. She would give anything to make her daughter happy...and for the past few years, she had been giving quite a lot. It was her hope the physician might have finally made some progress in her work, though every update on her daughter's health only seemed to bring ill news.

Velina waddled out of her office into the cavernous corridors of the hive. As she parted the wax doors, the silence of her chamber was replaced with the thunderous buzzing of a thousand tiny wings. Huge swarms of drones darted across the hive performing all manner of tasks. The maids directed them about, keeping order in what would otherwise be a chaotic jumble of insects. The hive was a marvel of engineering, countless chambers scattered across the immense central corridor. It could take quite some time to cross from one end of the honeyed halls to the next, but the Queen's destination was just a short flight across the chasm that divided the hive.

The Queen walked to the edge of the balcony beside her office and looked towards her daughter's chambers. If she flew there, she would arrive in less than a minute. But recently she had favored walking over flight. "Conserving energy" she always rationalized it as, though in truth she was somewhat afraid of attempting to fly now. She wasn't sure if her wings could support the pounds that had rapidly accumulated on her frame. But she was pressed for time, and the thought of once again resorting to walking shamed her. Surely she could still make such a short trip? She was once able to clear the entire width of the hive in just a few minutes. Even the athletic warrior caste could rarely achieve such a feat.

Velina took one last look down at the golden ridges below and made her decision. She spread her wings, and after taking a second to steel herself, took to the air. Immediately she almost plummeted onto a lower balcony, barely managing to right herself with the furious beating of her strained wings. The queen huffed with exertion, her exposed flesh jiggling wildly as she bumbled through the air towards her daughter's chambers. Once capable of fluttering through the air like an angel, she was now haphazardly tumbling around, barely managing to stay aloft. Her chaotic flight sent her flying towards drones and maids that barely managed to avoid colliding with her. The maids gasped in shock at the sight of their Queen's pitiful performance. If her destination had not been located lower in the hive she never would have reached it, as despite her best efforts she was losing altitude with each passing second. Fortunately she managed to steer her unwieldy bulk towards a balcony before she dropped even further. When she made contact with the ground, she collapsed into a bloated heap. The force of her rounded belly slamming onto the wax covered floor caused cracks to form beneath her. It was a short flight, yet it had taken so much out of her. She had grown so fat that her once powerful wings simply couldn't keep up with her expanding bulk.

Several maids gasped at the queen's precarious state and rushed over to support her. "My queen, please! Do not exert yourself so much! We will gladly support you when you need to travel across the hive!" The words of her maids were sincere, but the Queen couldn't help but feel like she was being mocked. What kind of queen needed assistance from her workers just to travel through her own domain? A queen should be a beacon of leadership for her colony, not a wobbling mess! Right now she couldn't even stand on her own two feet. She gasped and wheezed as her belly splayed out beneath her and her immense ass stuck up in the air. The maids tugged at her arms to try and raise the Queen up, but they were making little progress.

Velina swallowed her pride and mustered what little energy she had left to try and rise to her feet. It took several seconds for her bloated arms to provide properly support. The simple task of standing up had become an ordeal. With the assistance of the two maids she finally managed to lift off the ground, gasping and panting in the process. After a few seconds of catching her breath, she turned to address them. "Th-thank you. I- I can ma- manage from here." She barely wheezed the words out, but she couldn't bear the thought of her body being propped up by others any longer. The maids dutifully nodded and released their grasp on the queen's pudgy arms. After making sure she did not immediately tumble back onto the ground, they returned to their task of directing the worker drones through the central corridor of the hive.

"Can barely fly and can't stick a landing...what kind of bee am I?" Velina winced at her pitiful state, but even now her stomach grumbled and demanded treats to soothe her wounded ego. "How can I already be hungry?!? No, this has to stop! I cannot be a burden upon my own colony! I cannot become a useless blob like my dau-" she caught herself before the cruel words left her mouth. Even if there was truth to them, it still pained her to speak about her darling child in such a way. "I need to start...a diet," she mused, pondering ways to halt the pounds piling upon her waist. "No more wax cakes, no more sweet mead. Only low density jelly...the bare minimum to keep myself fed." She rubbed her gut, lamenting the thought of abandoning so many sweet treats. It was a change that needed to be made though, not just for the hive but for the sake of her own mobility.

"Besides, a diet will set a good example for Meliva. Maybe I can even convince her to follow my lead. Goddess knows she needs a diet more than I do..."

Description
(absurd fat bug lady)

Velina gnawed on another wax cake, her third one in the past hour. As she poured over an endless stack of paperwork she rarely even noticed herself reaching for yet another snack. Her subconscious consumption had become a coping mechanism for handling the enormous amount of stress burdening her mind. The middle-aged woman was juggling a hundred problems at once; some indulgent snacking hardly seemed problematic when compared to such issues.

Granted, she was used to being in such situations. She was a queen after all. Queen of the vespairies, a tiny race of humanoid bees known for their industry. Honey, of course, was the prize of the hive, and Velina had been raised to oversee all operations and ensure order and production were maintained. However, the difficulties the hive faced were beginning to become daunting. It felt like everything was slowly coming apart at the seams. Worker drone shortages, a sharp drop in honey production, collapses in the lower storage chambers; the list of problems was endless. The hive always looked to their queen to approve any noteworthy project and solve major disputes, so Velina constantly found herself swamped with work. To make matters worse, a neighboring group of waspkin were putting "diplomatic pressure" on her colony for tributes, stretching already limited resources even thinner. It seemed like if something could go wrong, it was bound too.

Velina leaned back in her chair and let out a long sigh before shoving yet another wax cake into her mandibles. Absentmindedly, her lower pair of arms began to rub her swollen gut. Velina caught herself and blushed with embarrassment, now once again being forced to confront a personal problem; she was getting plump. No, plump didn't quite cover it. Plump implied just a little bit of pudge, but she had surpassed that weight range months ago.

Now she was just plain fat.

The vespairy were a lithe and nimble race. Certainly the near-mindless worker drones were bumbling little bugs, but the maids that directed them about were slender and graceful. Nearly every vespairy had a thin frame, and the queen was supposed to be the pinnacle of the colony's beauty. Instead, Velina's constant stress eating had turned her into a bloated parody of a bee woman. Chubby cheeks sitting atop a fuzzy collar might not seem like much of an issue, as their true size further obscured by her long mahogany hair. But the further down you traveled on the queen's body, the more evidence of her shameful snacking began to pile up. Large breasts rested upon a great dome of a belly which always appeared plump and full. It stuck out in the front of the queen as she waddled about, her elegance having been lost a hundred or so pounds ago. Her arms were thick cones, their flabby girth barely contained beneath her segmented chitin plates. Her thighs looked much the same only even larger, and sometimes Velina worried her weight gain might outpace her chitin's ability to expand and accommodate her bloating form. At least she didn't have to worry about such a problem with the largest part of her body, though it was small comfort given how massive her rump was. The enormous twin globes of yellow flesh stuck out exposed, dimpled with fat and jiggling with every movement Velina made. They had grown large enough to push her abdomen, which itself had managed to swell up with lard, into her back fat.

She was a corpulent joke of a queen, or at least that's how she felt when she looked down at herself. It was how she felt now, sitting in a chair that was struggling to support her wobbling rump of excessive size. It was how she felt every time she felt her belly forcing her fat thighs apart, and with each passing day it demanded more and more room. It was, frankly, beginning to depress the queen quite greatly, even if it wasn't impeding her work significantly. But if she did not curb these eating habits, how long would that last? How long before she struggled to reach across her desk to grasp a pen? Or before she was incapable of bending down to pick up paper that had scattered across the floor? With the rate at which she was piling on the pounds, even mundane tasks were beginning to be impeded by her increasing size.

Caught up in her brooding, Velina hadn't even noticed one of her maids enter the room. "My queen, the royal physician has requested your presence. In your daughter's chambers, of course."

Velina broke out of her depressing stupor and rose slowly from her cramped desk. "Very well, I can spare enough time for a short meeting if its as important as you suggest." Despite her massive workload, anything involving the Queen's beloved daughter always took priority. She would give anything to make her daughter happy...and for the past few years, she had been giving quite a lot. It was her hope the physician might have finally made some progress in her work, though every update on her daughter's health only seemed to bring ill news.

Velina waddled out of her office into the cavernous corridors of the hive. As she parted the wax doors, the silence of her chamber was replaced with the thunderous buzzing of a thousand tiny wings. Huge swarms of drones darted across the hive performing all manner of tasks. The maids directed them about, keeping order in what would otherwise be a chaotic jumble of insects. The hive was a marvel of engineering, countless chambers scattered across the immense central corridor. It could take quite some time to cross from one end of the honeyed halls to the next, but the Queen's destination was just a short flight across the chasm that divided the hive.

The Queen walked to the edge of the balcony beside her office and looked towards her daughter's chambers. If she flew there, she would arrive in less than a minute. But recently she had favored walking over flight. "Conserving energy" she always rationalized it as, though in truth she was somewhat afraid of attempting to fly now. She wasn't sure if her wings could support the pounds that had rapidly accumulated on her frame. But she was pressed for time, and the thought of once again resorting to walking shamed her. Surely she could still make such a short trip? She was once able to clear the entire width of the hive in just a few minutes. Even the athletic warrior caste could rarely achieve such a feat.

Velina took one last look down at the golden ridges below and made her decision. She spread her wings, and after taking a second to steel herself, took to the air. Immediately she almost plummeted onto a lower balcony, barely managing to right herself with the furious beating of her strained wings. The queen huffed with exertion, her exposed flesh jiggling wildly as she bumbled through the air towards her daughter's chambers. Once capable of fluttering through the air like an angel, she was now haphazardly tumbling around, barely managing to stay aloft. Her chaotic flight sent her flying towards drones and maids that barely managed to avoid colliding with her. The maids gasped in shock at the sight of their Queen's pitiful performance. If her destination had not been located lower in the hive she never would have reached it, as despite her best efforts she was losing altitude with each passing second. Fortunately she managed to steer her unwieldy bulk towards a balcony before she dropped even further. When she made contact with the ground, she collapsed into a bloated heap. The force of her rounded belly slamming onto the wax covered floor caused cracks to form beneath her. It was a short flight, yet it had taken so much out of her. She had grown so fat that her once powerful wings simply couldn't keep up with her expanding bulk.

Several maids gasped at the queen's precarious state and rushed over to support her. "My queen, please! Do not exert yourself so much! We will gladly support you when you need to travel across the hive!" The words of her maids were sincere, but the Queen couldn't help but feel like she was being mocked. What kind of queen needed assistance from her workers just to travel through her own domain? A queen should be a beacon of leadership for her colony, not a wobbling mess! Right now she couldn't even stand on her own two feet. She gasped and wheezed as her belly splayed out beneath her and her immense ass stuck up in the air. The maids tugged at her arms to try and raise the Queen up, but they were making little progress.

Velina swallowed her pride and mustered what little energy she had left to try and rise to her feet. It took several seconds for her bloated arms to provide properly support. The simple task of standing up had become an ordeal. With the assistance of the two maids she finally managed to lift off the ground, gasping and panting in the process. After a few seconds of catching her breath, she turned to address them. "Th-thank you. I- I can ma- manage from here." She barely wheezed the words out, but she couldn't bear the thought of her body being propped up by others any longer. The maids dutifully nodded and released their grasp on the queen's pudgy arms. After making sure she did not immediately tumble back onto the ground, they returned to their task of directing the worker drones through the central corridor of the hive.

"Can barely fly and can't stick a landing...what kind of bee am I?" Velina winced at her pitiful state, but even now her stomach grumbled and demanded treats to soothe her wounded ego. "How can I already be hungry?!? No, this has to stop! I cannot be a burden upon my own colony! I cannot become a useless blob like my dau-" she caught herself before the cruel words left her mouth. Even if there was truth to them, it still pained her to speak about her darling child in such a way. "I need to start...a diet," she mused, pondering ways to halt the pounds piling upon her waist. "No more wax cakes, no more sweet mead. Only low density jelly...the bare minimum to keep myself fed." She rubbed her gut, lamenting the thought of abandoning so many sweet treats. It was a change that needed to be made though, not just for the hive but for the sake of her own mobility.

"Besides, a diet will set a good example for Meliva. Maybe I can even convince her to follow my lead. Goddess knows she needs a diet more than I do..."