chapter 1: a special occasion...

Ren lost track of time as her jaw worked. It seemed every time she looked up there was another gooey, sugary treat being presented to her. Still, she soldiered on, groaning softly as she was stuffed. As the bee ate, her slender tummy began to swell outward a bit, full of sugar and pastry. After a moment, she huffed and stepped back, raising her hands "no more, I'm good for now..." she stammered out.
Selene nodded and set the platter aside - it was still almost full. The bumble bee puffed some and her hands went to her taut belly "ugh, I ate so much." She said quietly.

The young heiress' hands joined the bumble bee's and she tilted her head "I suppose, for now..." she replied. Soon enough, Ren's biology would kick-in, and get to work. She would make fat, and honey, which would make her fatter. But before that, the sedatives in all the food would take effect, and then the mood boosters, and the appetite enhancers.
Selene had paid for a cocktail of drugs to be added to Ren's food that would make her docile, drowsy, and hungry. The perfect combination for fattening up. "Tired now?" The Heiress asked.

As if on cue, Ren nodded and yawned, cradling her belly as she moved to the only bed. "Long day..." she mumbled softly. The bee girl huffed and settled on the bed, flopping over and drifting quickly to sleep.

Selene watched and sighed, and once she was sure Ren was asleep, wandered over and gently stroked down the bee girl's thigh with a grin.

***

The next day, Ren woke up alone in the room to a mechanical chirp. "It is nine-o'clock in the morning. Time for breakfast." The automated, clearly synthesized voice barked at her in a jilted manner. Groaning, the bee sat up and wiggled her antennae, frowning.
She had lost Selene's pheromone trace in the strange mix of smells in this place. Heaving a sigh, the bee levered herself up onto her feet, just as the door beeped, and the bottom clicked open. She felt like she was in a prison cell like in the old timey movies...
At least breakfast provided was a dozen doughnuts, half a dozen cinammon rolls, half a dozen cupcakes, and a small personal-sized pie... strawberry rhubarb...
Ren, of course, waited for the go ahead from her mistress. When she was sure she wasn't getting any, the bumble bee lifted a still steaming cinammon roll to her mouth and took a bite. It was as good as she ever remembered.
Sadly, that was about all she remembered, because it seemed like she had the one, blinked, and was now licking errant frosting from her fingertips.

Ren tilted her head curiously and sighed as she stood. Or, rather, tried to stand. An unfamiliar shifting in her lap preceded her and she fell back to the bed. The bee's belly stuck out in front of her like a beach ball, gurgling and churning.
A tube dropped from the ceiling as the mechanical voice came back "thirsty?" It croaked. Taking the tube in her hands, Ren blushed and put it to her lips. A moment later, something thick and sugary came out, slowly at first, but as she became used to the pressure, it became faster.
Eventually the tube shut off the flow of... slurry...? And Ren nearly collapsed back onto her bed. Her dress was strained and creaking as her belly engorged. Blushing, the bee leaned back on her bed, bracing her back against the wall as she cradled her oversized gut.
"Feel free to rest, if you need to. Lunch will be in four hours." The voice warbled out. With a soft nod, the bumble bee eased onto her side, burping quietly as the sugary contents of her stomach shifted. Eventually she was down, and holding her belly like a woman pregnant with twins, her breathing heavy and slow.

Lunch was more of the same, followed by a dinner of the same... the door unlocked and hissed open, allowing Ren to get out and look around if she chose too, which she did. Waddling slowly as her body went to work digesting the pastry, and processing the sugar, she poked her head into any open door. Most were rooms like hers, and most of those were empty. Some had tenants in them; all other animal girls, all in various states of bloated, just like Ren herself.
After walking around a bit, the bee felt more than a bit tired... which was odd, given how much she ate, and how much she had already slept... but either way, she made it back to her room and flopped onto her bed.
Around ten o'clock a short, plump nurse came in, did a final check and told Ren that curfew was now in effect. As she left, the door hissed closed and locked.

Sleep came easily, but something in her gut roused the Bumble bee back to wakefulness. Grumbling, she sat up in the dark, sensors detecting the movement and slowly lightening the room with warm radiance.
With almost programmed movements, Ren meandered across the floor to the tube, and took it in her mouth again. The flow of slurry vibrated through and she shuddered some as it hit her tongue. She kneeled on the floor, her bloating belly between her knees as she drank, for nearly an hour. Blushing, mostly in embarrassed shame at herself, the Bumble Bee waddled back to her bed and lay down, hugging herself...

***

The next day was more of the same, stuffing drinking and sleeping. This time, though, before Ren could leave for her walk, a rather plump girl with dark skin and bright green feathers around her eyes, and through her hair, leaned in the doorway.
"I heard Anthropods had more features in common with their progenitors." The girl said with a smile, making small talk.

Ren blushed and nodded, tilting her head as she searched for a reply. None came quickly enough as the bird girl nodded "you're the first I've ever seen." She added and stepped in, seating jerself beside Ren and rubbing her swollen belly.
The bumble bee shifted some under the touch and blushed deeply "don't worry, you'll start to enjoy it..." the bird-girl cooed gently.

The two sat in awkward silence until the curfew notice came down. The bird-girl left with a wink, and the door closed.

The next day, Ren woke and sat up in bed, groaning slightly as she rubbed her belly. Since coming here there hadn't been a point where she didn't look at least eight months pregnant, but now her thighs were plumping up softly, and a layer of pudge wobbled around her once slender arms. If her sundress was any indication, her bust had gone up a full cup-size and there was much less room through the waist.
Standing and twirling a bit, Ren found that the very bottom of her rump now hung past the hem. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was happening and a soft, embarrassed smile creeped across the Bee's plump cheeks. She now knew she was being deliberately fattened up, and something about the food here was making it faster.
Just then, her introspection was ignored as the door chimed for breakfast, and a plate was slid in. Well, rather, a full platter. Various sugary goodies piled high.

Ren happily engorged herself on the fattening treats, and then availed herself of the slurry before taking a nap. If it would please her mistress to fatten up, then Ren would become fattened up...