The hiss of the door sliding shut. The happy, goofy buzzing of the bee. The way that it tilted its head at her.

She could already hear its words in her ears.

“What’s wrong, sister? We’re excited to have you in the hive!”

The tube forced her to stand up straight, and she felt pressure increasing across her body as she descended into the tube.

Further she went. Christie squirmed, mewled, moaned, struggled against the gravitic restraints, moaned as she felt the tube lower.

Further down. She could feel the pressure increasing. It was across her entire body. Her mind. She felt the hive weighing on her. Her thoughts overwhelmed by buzzing. Her body, her willpower overwhelmed by buzzing.

A thick layer across her form; shrinking, retracting, sealing, smoothing. Her face disappearing, flashed over with layers of advanced and living rubber that smothered and flushed out her identity, replaced with smooth obedience and the glossy face of the hive.

She was a diamond being reborn beneath the surface, a larva quickly being processed as a new entity, fed honey and nectar to move her along as she felt herself being transformed - coated inside and out with living latex as a new drone in the hive….

Part 3.
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