I was honestly a little stumped. Hera (or Demeter) said it was a guest, but all I saw were two yellow-and-black striped boulders. They were being carried by two 6 foot muscular female bees. When I saw there backs sink into the boulders, it clicked: those enormous things were a pair of breasts.
As they walked forward, I could see a head above the gigantic boobs. It was a bee woman with short, orange hair, black insect eyes, two antenna, and a mandible. She had a small crown, so she must have been a queen.
Eventually, all three of them made it to a large booth. The two workers set the queen's gargantuan knockers on the table while they sat at a nearby table. Almost immediatly, the table shattered under the weight. I walked up to the queen Now that I had a side view, I could see the queen bee was over 9 feet tall. She had fairly muscular build, thick arms and legs and a decent butt. She was covered in yellow-and-black fuzz, had large insect wings, and a large thorax with a stinger.
I walked up to the queen to take her order. "Hello, you're majesty." I said, trying to be polite.
"Please, I'm on vacation." She said with a French accent. "Call me Felicia."
"OK, Felicia, would you like to start with a drink?" I asked.
"I'll start with a Le Miel La Reine La Joie." She said.
She turned her head and saw I was confused. I'd never heard of that drink before. "Oh, my apologies." She said. "That's French for Honey Queen Delight."
I nodded and started to walk away to tell one of the cats. One of the two worker bees stopped me. She had blonde hair and green eyes.
"Hey, we'll just take waters. And sorry about the table. Guess the ones here aren't built to hold 2000 pounds of breast." She said.
I went wide-eyed. "2000 pounds?" I asked.
"Yup. 1000 pounds each. Big breasts are a status symbol for queens in our hive. Queen Felicia is the biggest so far, and she's obsessed with them. But she's also trying to learn to be more self-reliant and humble. Pampered her whole life. That's why shes here." The worker said.
"But why are you here then? And if she's a queen, shouldn't she be pregnant?" I ask, having at least some knowledge on how hives work.
"We're the royal breast carriers. She can't move those behemoths on her own. And someone else takes care of worker repopulation. Oh, I'm Hailey, the bluenette with brown eyes who hates smiling is Miki." Hailey said.
I nodded and went back to the kitchen. Artemis (or Isis) was talking to Athena (or Maia).
"Look at those jugs. How can she walk? And they flattened a table." Athena (or Maia) said.
I just ignored them and got the drinks. I gave the waters to Hailey and Maia and the Le Miel La bla bla bla to Felicia. She looked at me with a smile (or as much of a smile as mandibles can give).
"Ready to order?" I asked.
"Actually, now that I see you, I may need your services." Felicia said.
"For what?" I ask.
"I want you, for the week I'm here, to be my personal...
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