Her eyes bugged. “What?”

The worker bee and drone chuckled together, their laughter attracting other passing worker bees. “Would you, my tiny pony, like to have some more honey?”

She began breathing more heavily, causing her body to bob up and down. “B-but don’t you think that I’ve had enough?”

The worker looked at the drone. “Well?”

“Hardly,” the drone replied. “It would barely suffice one of the larvae.”

“But you must consider,” the worker replied in the closest bee equivalent of a nasally tone, “that she is a tiny pony.”

“And you should’ve seen how passionately she gulped it down!”

That caused every bee around to buzz in raucous laughter, and for Fluttershy to blush. Her belly tingled with the slow process of converting all of that honey to fat, freeing up just a smidge of space in her voluminous gut. That was, perhaps, enough to prod her onwards.

“But why do you want me to have more?” She asked.

The worker bee grew serious again. “Well, truth be told, even though we try our best, we can’t cool all of the nectar we collect quickly enough to harden in the combs, and some of it runs downwards through our hive. We have a puddle of honey near the very bottom of our hive; it’s not much by our standards, but we would like to have it out of here all the same. It’s just a warm puddle that’s sitting down there, it’s rather odd if you ask me.”

The image of a puddle—or in her mind a lake—of warm golden honey made her mouth water. She imagined herself shuffling out of the hive and back home with a belly twice as large—thrice as large—five times as large as what she had now—and then she paused. “Um, but how would I get home?”

Everypony looked at her with a confused expression. “Why don’t you just fly home?”

“Um…” She tried flapping her wings, and they all saw that they were weighed down too much.

“Huh.”

“Is that a pony thing?”

“Maybe she drank too much honey for her own size.” A few of them chuckled. When they saw Fluttershy recoil at the statement, they slowly approached her. “No, Lady Fluttershy, it’s fine, we are happy that a guest of honor had so much love for our honey.”

“And is willing to help us out by drinking more!”

An excited buzzing followed from every bee there, and before she knew it she was being carried off in the legs of one of the workers. The drone flew by, giving her encouraging buzzes as she moved along. She, meanwhile, let her legs dangle against her belly as she thought of the upcoming few moments.

“Excuse me,” she said quietly to the drone. “But nopony had answered my question.”

“Of course,” the drone said matter-of-factly. “There are no ponies here other than yourself.”

She blinked, and then corrected herself. “I mean, how am I going to get home? I can’t fly, and even now I can barely walk. If I drink any more, I don’t think I’ll be able to move!”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. We will be able to get you home. Even if we have to roll you.”

“Yes,” the worker bee carrying her added. “You are in good company, lady Fluttershy. Just enjoy yourself.”

Another worker flew up and prodded her side. “We appreciate your offering to help us out.”

She wanted to point out that she hadn’t actually agreed to anything at that point, but decided to keep quiet for the time being. She felt small in the bee’s legs, but knew that her friends would think her huge when she came back home. Oh, but Twilight and the rest of them would surely help me out, right? She felt better affirming this, and let the bees carry her without a dissenting thought.

They travelled through many tunnels, none of which Fluttershy could keep track of but which she knew the bees knew by hoof—or leg, she supposed. They travelled downwards for some time. The fireflies continued buzzing on, a touch skittish at being around much larger insects. More bees joined them along the way, eager to help the lady of honor in their hive.

“See there?” the drone pointed to the walls. She looked, and could see a golden trail running down from the walls into the floor. Then there was another. Soon there was practically a stream flowing below her. It made her feel nervous going above it. “That’s our problem, and we would certainly like your help in getting rid of all of this.”

All of this? Her stomach growled, both in anxiousness and anticipation. Maybe it’s too late to say no?

That thought was near-instantly quelled. She couldn’t turn down an offer to help these bees out, no matter how preposterous the mission.

Finally, they reached a single honeycomb where all of the honey was seeping in through. The concentration of honey was going through a single hole now, one that could reduce the flow for Fluttershy to drink easily from. She had a feeling that she knew where her muzzle was going to be placed.

They pushed open one of the combs and showed her what lay beyond the stream. The sight made her stomach growl in desire: a lake full of honey. The problem mustn’t have been as long as she had thought, for it looked to be just as deep as a regular swimming pool. The bees dangled her right above it, and she could feel the heat emanating from it.

The stream continued through the hole onto a hard piece of honeycomb, acting as a platform before moving down into the lake below. It was large enough that a majority of the bees following Fluttershy were able to land on it, getting their feet sticky in the process. Fluttershy was put down on the platform, and she could feel her hooves sinking into the stream. It didn’t come up to her belly yet, though she imagined that would change soon. The honey glacially moved past her hooves, sliding slowly on by.

“Okay,” the worker bee said to her as he eased her near the small hole. “All we need for you to do is drink enough honey in order to give us enough time to stop the leakages, and to stop the puddle of honey from getting any larger.”

How can you think that’s a puddle?

“Can you please do that for us?”

Fluttershy’s heart pounded heavily in her chest. This is just like that one story, where the colt stopped the dam from leaking with his hoof until help arrived. Only this time, it’s with a muzzle… wait, why can’t I just use my hoof to stop it? Surely that is a better option than drinking more… honey…

She approached the dribbling hole, watching as honey poured out quicker than the previous hole, but still slowly. But they’re being so generous. Offering me more of their delicious honey, offering to take me home, offering to protect me through the Everfree Forest… how could I turn that down?

She pressed her lips against the hole, feeling the sweet honey rolling onto her tongue. Her stomach gurgled with anticipation. Besides, they neeeeeeed my help, right? It will just come with a lot of ssweeeeeeet hoooooneeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyy.

The first gulp went down quickly. It was a slick bulge that dropped like a whole apple down her throat and settled into her body, which had already begun to widen to fit everything inside. The next one came faster than Fluttershy could’ve realized, and it was like swallowing a cantaloupe, and her body filled out the same speed, leaving a lump in her chest waiting to become a part of her. She attacked the third, swallowing the apple-sized glob of honey before it could develop into another stone waiting to seep into her stomach.

Her body began filling out immediately, faster than before. Her belly descended downwards with the weight of the honey, her bellybutton tingling from the faster stretching it endured. Her hips pushed themselves outwards, her wings bending against her widening hips. Her flanks and haunches pushed outwards further than her hips, her cutie marks stretching larger than apples themselves. Her rump filled out taller and further back, each sulcus beginning to press into her fetlocks. Her chest bulged further outwards, pushing her thickening forelegs apart. Her cheeks also grew, each one the size of two apples, and slowly growing with fat.

The bees around her buzzed with approval, and she moaned at the attention. She placed a hoof into her belly, feeling a layer of fat give before meeting her round taut gut. She looked down, and felt her slowly-growing double chin squish into her neck. Each second saw it grow a few millimeter outwards, making each gulp that much larger against her chin and neck. She moaned again, rubbing the bulge wtih her hoof. Now her chin was sticky, and a small trail ran down her neck.

She returned to her original position and focused on the task at hand. She widened her legs to allow her belly more room to grow—and then groaned as her belly pushed its way back into her thighs. It pressed against her fetlocks, and seemed to push into her backside as well. As her rump continued to push itself back, the skin around her marehood and anus also pushed backwards. It was distracting, enough that the drone felt the need to shove her face back into the hole. A team of bees had been sent out to cool down the cells of honey that were leaking so this would stop, so she was relieved that it would stop eventually.

And yet she had a staggering picture of how much honey had built behind the wall, and she had a feeling that it would all be going into her. She didn’t know how; the equine body had limits, right? But this size was already preposterous, so the sky was the limit.

Or, as her eyes darted up, to ceiling was the limit. The very very high ceiling.

She gulped, both in obedience and in nervousness.

Her belly continued pushing into her legs, forcing all four of them outwards. Her chest also pushed her forelegs further apart, while her hindlegs dangled off to the sides, her belly creeping between them. Her sulcuses and haunches were sagging over a quarter of her fetlocks, her lowest cutie marks pointing downwards while her highest ones bulged upwards. Her shoulders rubbed against the bottom of her neck as they too thickened up.

The bees all buzzed in admiration.

She was so heavy, her legs ached for relief. Her hooves actually shook from the effort of holding her up, yet she couldn’t move her knees or move to the side to lie down; she was stuck by force in that rigidly standing position, becoming rounder and rounder. She could barely even move her dock, the once-tiny appendage now as thick as her fetlock and a lot blunter. Her crack had squished it between her cheeks, so her tail stood motionless against the growing backside she now carried. And since her head was already level with the hole, her neck stayed upright and unmoving.

She was like a balloon, completely still as she was relentlessly filled up to the brim.

She was completely still as her belly squished against her hock, mere inches from the ground, as the stream of honey slid along its round surface.

She was completely still as her wings bent at an even further angle from her burgeoning hips and sides.

She was completely still as her back curved upwards, her withers merging with her shoulders.

She was completely still as her hindlegs bowed upwards, trying in vain to keep the rest of her body up.

She was completely still as her forelegs began to merge with her bulbous breast, her cannons bowing outwards as they tried to keep herself standing.

She was completely still as her cheeks and chin filled up, pressing into her eyelids and her neck without even having to look down.

She was completely still as her neck thickened with fat, although it was hard to tell as each bulge of honey pushed it outwards too quickly for her to notice.

She was completely still as she grew bigger

And bigger

And bigger…

Her bellybutton finally pressed against the ground, feeling the hard glossy surface of the honeycomb below her and trapping honey inside of the hole. She moaned, incredulously taking in her size. Oh, my stars! I didn’t think that I would actually get this big! The honey is still great, but I really hope that they hurry.

As if on cue, one of the bees came back. “One of the ten honeycomb cells has been completely dried. The rest of the honey is making its way down here now.”

Wait, ten cells? And nine of them are still running? Oh, sweet Celestia, I don’t know how much more I can take!

“Her stinger is dull,” this worker bee commented. “Should I sharpen it?”

“Nah,” the drone replied. “That’s normal for ponies.”

“Yeah, but that is one… thick stinger. Damn.”

She blushed. I hope he’s not talking about what I think he’s talking about.

The thoughts of this worer bee and her together were interrupted by a sticky popping sound. She looked back, and saw that her hindhooves had risen from the ground, the force of her belly pushing downward lifting them upward. Her body tilted forward, as her forehooves continued to stick to the ground. The resulting angle made swallowing harder, but it still went in at the same pace. Now free from their confines, her hindlegs spread apart, almost as if she were trying to do the splits.

Her fetlocks continued to be slowly covered by her flanks and sulcuses, but something else had begun to happen: the top of her haunches began to merge with her belly. It was like honey was creeping from her gut into her haunches and flanks, enough that they reached equilibrium. Slowly, honey continued to seep into her legs, thickening them up to appear indistinguishable from her middle, which itself continued to grow and spread outward. And behind her, her rump continued to grew, taller and wider than a door, deeper than a mailbox, heavier than a pony.

She groaned as she felt the new sensation, and then emitted a babbling moan as she continued to tilt forward. Now it was an effort to swallow, but she had to; her cheeks continued to fill up even when she took a few seconds’ break. Her chest pressed into the wall in front of her, beginning to push her away, while her forelegs, each one larger than a sack of rice, dangled at a 90 angle apart from each other. Like her hindlegs, her forelegs began to fill to match her front, slowly merging with her torso.

Another few degrees of tilting, and with the honey running into her nostrils, her muzzle could take no more. With a plop!, she popped herself out and coughed, violently blowing her nostrils to get the honey out. No matter how hard she tried, it stayed in there, stubbornly sticking and restricting her breathing.

“Is there something wrong, lady Fluttershy?” the drone asked, approaching her. “Is this something that ponies do?”

“No offense,” a worker bee added, “bzzzzut the honey’s running out onto your coat and into the puddle.”

She couldn’t answer. As bad as it felt to have her front covered in honey, it was aggravating to have the honey in her nostrils. Blow after blow, but nothing. She was becoming lightheaded quickly.

That was when she was approached by one of the worker bees, a female. “Here,” she buzzed softly. “Let me help you out with that.”

Fluttershy’s heart beat heavily—there was too much honey inside of her for it to beat quickly—as the giant creature approached her. She was helpless to do anything but watch with wide eyes as the bee reached into her nostrils with her legs and delicately pulled the offending honey out of one of them. Just as calmly, the other nostril was cleared, and Fluttershy’s breathing returned to normal.

It took her a minute to regain her senses, during which time the female worker conversed with the others. She was vaguely aware that her front was covered in honey, but that was alright. She was also aware that, as she had pulled away from the honey, her forelegs had lifted off of the ground. Her belly was now the only thing supporting her, and it slowly became ovoid, but not by too much.

When she finally came to, she found the female bee holding something around her muzzle. Her eyes went wide as she figured out what it was: a vine. Why are they doing this? Are they planning on tying me up? Are they kidnapping me? They wouldn’t do that, would they?

The very end of the vine was shoved into her mouth, and Fluttershy’s tongue probed it. It was slightly wet and cold, but that wasn’t what worried Fluttershy. The vine was hollow. Wait, are they really planning on—

Her suspicions were confirmed as the drone carefully placed the other end of the vine into the hole, and everyone watched as the honey travelled down the vine in bulges. They are.

“There,” the female worker said with pride. “Now you can’t get any honey in your nose whatsoever. It will all go into your mouth, and no more of it will drip down on the floor!”

“Thnks,” Fluttershy grunted as the first bulge travelled into her throat.

“And again, we appreciate how much you’re willing to help us with this. We already have two cells completely dry now, only eight more to go!”

Fluttershy nodded—and gave a loud moan. Her double chin had grown, and rubbing it between her muzzle and neck produced an obscene amount of pleasure. She couldn’t describe why it was happening, but nonetheless she rubbed the bulge, now wider than her muzzle, back and forth, left and right. Her neck squished up under her.

Now that her hooves were free, she lifted them up—which took a lot of effort, since they were so heavy—and pressed them into as much of her belly as she could reach. She had about a foot-thick layer of adipose on her, the honey converting itself into energy for later, and it squished as she reached the hard container her body had become No dimple or divot formed as she pressed past her fat and into her belly. Her shoulders restricted a lot of movement, coming a third of the way up her neck, and steadily getting higher. Her chest had a similar result, a layer of fat and then a hard center. Her heartbeat was slow and placid, in sync with her swallows.

Her hindlegs were a different matter. They were nearly as thick as tree trunks, and from how heavy they were, and how widely they were spread, there was no moving them. Her dock was merging with the rest of her backside, her tail dangling on the outside of her right cheek. Her flanks and haunches continued to merge with her middle, slowly becoming one single part of her. Her fetlocks dangled uselessly, threatening to get sucked into her body if she continued like she was doing.

Of course, that was what she was going to continue doing. More and more honey went into her, lifting her up to twice her normal height. Her wings stuck to her sides, only being able to move a few inches up or down with how hard her hips pressed against them. Her chest and back rounded out completely, completing her ball-like appearance. Her forelegs continued to fill with honey, appearing as hills on her massive frame, instead of appendages on a pony. She couldn't move them anymore. Her shoulders crept up with force along her neck, and that too began to thicken up with honey. Her double chin hung ponderously as she looked down at her neck disappearing from her body.

The only movements she could make were with her hooves, which were slowly being sucked into her legs and torso; her neck, which was being sucked into her shoulders and withers combined; and her face, which was as large as a foal, only a lot tubbier. Her muzzle's movement was restricted, as the vine had to be kept in place.

Another bee returned. "Another cell dried."

"That makes three!"

She groaned in disbelief. Why can't they just hurry?

Her body continued to grow. She was now halfway as large as any of the bees there, which made them applaud, and her cutie marks were larger than a regular pony. Her hindlegs finally merged completely with her belly, and her forelegs merged with her chest-torso, essentially making her a globe from the neck down—and even that was disappearing. Her dock also merged with her rear, leaving only the hairs of her tail to dangle behind her; her rump could've held a carriage each.

She continued to grow. The jar of fireflies had to be moved to avoid being crushed, much to her relief. She was now three times as tall as she originally was, and just as wide. Her teats were so far back, they ran off of the platform and dangled above the lake of honey. That caused her some worry, but there was nothing she could do; her wings were too tightly pressed against her fat, bloated and widening sides to move. Would the bees be able to rescue her, if she fell?

"Another cell dried."

"Mine's dried as well."

"That makes five!"

Halfway there. You can do this, Fluttershy!

Her growing slowed; it too more honey to push her body out another inch, which gave her some relief. True, her body's weight was still increasing at a consistent rate, but at least she wouldn't be growing as quickly.

That was until another female worker bee came in, with another vine. Fluttershy's eyes didn't blink once as the first female bee guided her to the hole. A puncture was made into it, and honey dribbled out of that. The vine was placed in, and then carried to Fluttershy's mouth. She tried shaking her head, which set her cheeks wobbling out of her control, but the vine was shoved in regardless. The bees around buzzed in approval.

"See, Fluttershy?" the drone said, buzzing up to her. "Now you can help clear this mess twice as quickly! And enjoy double the honey!"

She groaned as the bulges of honey came quicker, alternating between each vine. Her body grew faster, her cannons and fetlocks sticking straight out as her torso simultaneously pushed them outwards and sucked them into themselves. Her shoulders crept up more quickly as well, and she could feel her double chin pressing against them if she turned her head.

The growth continued unabated. She couldn't do anything but swallow and listen to what small noises the bees made while entranced with her getting bigger and bigger. Her neck's movement was nearly gone, and her knees were swallowed up by her chest.

Despite all of that, she couldn't complain—or, rather, she wouldn't complain. The honey was still as warm and decadent as before, smoothly going down and settling placidly into her now-titanic gut. The feeling of her skin continuously stretching to contain it all caused her to develop a greater sense of touch, and the warmth of the honey, the stretching she endured and the breeze caused by the buzzing of the bee's wings electrified her. And despite being as heavy as an elephant (she wagered), the heaviness and motionlessness made her feel at peace, almost giddy. For a brief moment, she wondered if she was going to fill up the whole place.

"No, she's not going to fill up the whole place," the male worker bee buzzed. "There's not enough honey for that."

She sighed in relief and... disappointment? As she did this, another bee came buzzing by.

"Another cell has been dried."

"That leaves just three! Keep going, Fluttershy, you're doing great!"

"Wow! How long has she been at this? She's as big as us!"

"Mmph?" She looked over and saw some of the bees on the ground. She was actually eye-level with them; she began to sweat trying to conceive just how big she was. In reality, she was five time taller than she had been, and just as wide. Her cannons and fetlocks were halfway absorbed into her body, sticking out with no chance of movement. Her hooves could still flex, thought that was little consolation. Her withers rubbed the back of her head, which prompted a moan out of her, and as they continued to rise it felt like she was getting a gentle massage. Her large cheeks rested against her shoulders as they also rose up.

A few minutes passed, and she surpassed the bees in height. Another few minutes, and she was seven times as tall as she was before. To pass the time, she paid attention to her body sucking up her legs. It was like putting her hoof in cookie dough; her body rolled itself over centimeter after centimeter of her legs, embracing them within herself. The tighter it became, the more comfortable she felt within herself. Her belly continued to fill, her sides continued to spread, her backside continued to grow, and they were all consuming her cannons and fetlocks. After supporting so much weight, it felt nice to get some relief.

Another bee came by to announce another dried cell. She didn't hear it exactly, as she was now too high up to hear. Eight times her old height, and she continue to grow. Her mind had gone into a state of bliss, having nothing to do but suck and suck, grow and grow. She could've done this forever; maybe with how nature would continue providing nectar for the hive, she could.

But then the platform broke.

In an instant, she felt herself falling. The bees all flew up in a panic, each one clinging to an outer part of the wall, while she descended into the pool of honey. Her eyes bugged as she realized what was happening, and that she couldn't do anything.
"Mmmph!" she cried out for them. "Plzzzzz hup!"

She hit the honey with a splash, and a tidal wave emanated from her massive bulk. She didn't drop like a stone, though; rather, the honey slowly displaced itself, allowing her to sink slowly into it. In her sugar-altered mind, it was like sinking into a mud bath, only a lot stickier and sweeter and warmer and better. Her body had wrapped around her legs tightly enough to prevent any honey from getting trapped within them.

After thirty second's descent, she landed softly on the ground below. It was just as hard and glossy as any of the other cells. Her head stayed above the honey—and then rose above it. And the vines were long enough to stay in her mouth, still bringing honey her way, still allowing her to grow.

"Are you alright, lady Fluttershy?"

She didn't answer with words; she merely moaned. The warm bath of honey, the warm taste of honey, the warm fullness of honey, nearly made her lose her sense. She drank heartily, her body passing ten times her old height, larger than the Queen Bee herself.

"I just got word," the drone shouted from above, "that the remaining cells have been dried. Now all you have to do is drink up the rest of the stuff. And then we'll figure out how to get you out!"

That's fine, she thought dreamily. I can wait.

She continued to grow, displacing more honey, becoming taller, losing more of her legs into herself. It felt like an hour had passed when she was done, and she had drank enough to bring herself level with the hole again. She continued to suck, but no more honey came through. She moaned in disappointment, and then out of sheer fullness.

She was fifteen times as large as she was before coming in here. She was as tall as her cottage, larger than that, she thought, and near-completely spherical. Her cheeks were larger than she was when she came in! Her nape pressed against the top of her head, and her withers rubbed the backs of her ears; her main was crushed between her flesh, but she couldn't move much anyway, so she didn't mind. Her double-chin was sandwiched between her shoulders and her muzzle, her neck almost-completely swallowed up. Her legs had been swallowed up to her ankles, her hooves just barely movable. Her wings were stuck to her sides, both by the honey and by her girth. Her cutie marks were each larger than three ponies. Her tail dangled against what had once been her rump cheeks.

In short, she was a globe of a pony.

The vines fell from her mouth as she gasped at her enormity. "I'm huge!"

"Yes, you are," the drone said incredulously.

"We may've gone overboard with this," the male worker bee added.

"I wonder what the queen would say," the female worker bee added.

"Say about what?"

Every bee buzzed to the far wall, buzzing in terror; Fluttershy looked up, her heartbeat becoming a heavy thump in her chest. From the entrance to this pool, the Queen Bee flew in, flanked by several drones. From this angle, Fluttershy thought her majesty looked far more menacing than lying one pillows.

"I heard a loud noise in here!" she buzzed impatiently. "What in the name of Mellona is going on in here—"

The Queen caught sight of Fluttershy. Then, in an angry buzz, looked at the rest of the hive. "What happened here!?"

"Well, we—"

"You see—"

"We were only trying to—"

"Oh, please don't be mad at them!" Fluttershy pleaded from below. Her voice was mellifluous yet faint. Still, the Queen Bee heard her, and descended down to her level.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, just a little..." She shrugged as best as she could. "I'm so sorry that this got out of hoof. I didn't mean for it to—"

"Calm down," her majesty said authoritatively. "What happened?"

Fluttershy told her everything. How she had wanted to sample some honey, how she had had too much, how she was requested to help stop a stream of honey from collecting down below, and how she had drank until she was her current size. All the while, the drones that had surrounded the queen had rustled up the other bees there, who were buzzing with nervousness.

When Fluttershy was done, her majesty looked at the other bees. "Is this true?"

"Yes," the drone piped up. "All of it."

When her majesty looked back at Fluttershy, she was smiling. "Then you've done us a greater service than we could've asked for."

Fluttershy blinked. "You mean you're not mad?"

"Not in the slightest! That running honey was such an inconvenience, and you helped us clean it up. That still leaves this puddle down here, but we can get to that in time. For now, you've done more than help us, and you are free to go home."

Fluttershy's pupils shrank. "Oh, about that..."

The Queen Bee stared for a moment, and then started. "My word, you're huge! Are you able to move?"

"No, not really."

"But how are you planning on getting home?"

"Well, the bees said that they would lift me home, but—"

"There's no way they'd be able to lift you!" Her majesty sighed.

"We're sorry, Your Majesty!"

"We didn't mean for her to get this big!"

"It's alright, everybee, calm down." Her majesty laid a sympathetic leg on Fluttershy's shoulders. "Do you have any plans?"

"Well... my friends can come find me! Rarity knows that I'm off in the Everfree with bees, so tracking me down shouldn't be a problem. Especially with Zecora and Discord around; they're great scouts, you see." She would've normally said that Zecora knew the Everfree like the back of her hoof, and Discord would just teleport to her whenever he felt like it, but she said the other thing for brevity's sake.

"Isn't there any other pony that can understand us?"

"No, it's just me. I'm sorry."

Her majesty nodded. "As long as you have somepony to help you, that's all that matters. For now, you are our guest."

She rose up and addressed every bee there. "Hear ye! You are to watch over Fluttershy until her friends come to get her!"

"Yes, your majesty!" they all buzzed in unison.

"And, since she has helped us a great deal today, she may have as much honey as she desires!"

Fluttershy gasped. "Ohmygosh, more?" She didn't know what surprised her more: the outcome of events, the possibility of her getting even more honey, or her stomach's growling in desire for more.

Author's Note

Final chapter coming Saturday, the 12th.

For those of you who follow my stories: the next chapter of A Little Cream will also be coming out on the 12th. It was supposed to be the 5th, but the draft I had was really badly paced and had POV issues, so I staved it off for a week to work on it more.