HyperFlannel

COM: Bumbleboobs

Added 2025-06-13 03:03:45 +0000 UTC

Commed by a good friend that would rather remain anonymous, who also wrote a little story for the description:

The constant sound of buzzing echoed over the desolate garden-side respite, filling the once quiet safe space with the perpetual hums of fluttering wings, and high-pitched grunts of effort. Becky had been drafted by The Resistance to simply fulfill her duty; fight mutant bugs, collect nectar, and repeat until the fight was won. But, ever the airhead, Becky thought of quick ways to get her job done faster The process of flying back and forth for nectar had bored her- so she had a breakthrough. "Why don't I just gather it all up at once?"

Hours had passed. Every enemy was long defeated, and every last drop of nectar has been collected, and atop the giant coffee table two yellow wobbling beach ball-sized orbs sat, in reality Becky's swollen chest. Having collected gallons of sweet sugary nectar, she had stored it in her chest to make transportation easier. But forgot how fast nectar turned to honey when in the body of a bee, with both boobs now collectively weighing a ton. She had been trying to take off for hours, struggling the moment her chest grounded her. Her wings worked overtime only for her to fall back down atop her behemoth bosom, and tried again.

A sisyphusian struggle perpetuated by her shortsighted mindset, both in getting the job done but to avoid anyone seeing her in this state, never once considering that her actions may have costed The Resistance the war. Instead, amidst her fruitless struggles, her face turned red with a much different thought - wanting more nectar.