The Little Honey Girl extended preview

The Little Honey Girl.

              Alie shook her head.  “No, no, no.  I can’t take it anymore!”

              “Can’t take what?”  Moni smirked.  “It’s just a song.”

              Alie tossed a pop can at her friend.  “And I am sick of it.  All the damn bee puns.  I just. . . I can’t get it out of my head.  I. . . ahhhhhhhh!”

              Moni giggled and walked over.  “You want to be my little drone, don’t you?”

              “Shut up!  Shut up!”  She pushed Moni away.  “I can’t take one more fucking pun.  I can’t take it.  I hate that song.  I hate it.  I can’t. . .”

              “Then why do you talk about it so much?  Oh, I know.  You want to be the queen bee.”

              Alie turned around and dashed for the door.  “I am out of here.  You hear me.”  She snorted.  “I swear if I go one more day hearing anything bee related, I am going to. . . ugh!”

              Moni giggled as Alie rushed out the door.  “Shake that honey maker while you head out, dear.  Really try and impress the boss for your raise.”

              “Fuck you!”  Alie sighed as she walked towards the front door.  “She knows it bothers me. Why does she have to push this so hard?  Oh wait, I know.  It’s because she is the devil.”  Alie grabbed her coat.  “Well, time to deal with bloody work.”

              She rolled her eyes as she walked outside.  Alie would never let anyone know she had a soft spot for that song, even if it drove her crazy.  But there was a thing, as enough was enough, and Moni’s pestering made her late for her job at Godfather’s Pizza.  “My boss is already pissed that I missed two days last week.  I can’t be late today.”

              As she walked towards her car, she heard a strange buzzing.  “What in the world is that?”  She looked around.  “I think that song is really driving me crazy.  I am hearing literal bee buzzing now.”  But her eyes widened as she noticed a honeybee sitting on the door handle of her car.  “Fuck.  Go away.  Go awayyyyy!”  Alie hated in real life bees.  Sure, they were cute when mixed with ladies, but real bees and their stingers.  She couldn’t stand it.  “Get off my fucking door.  I. . . ahhhh!”

              The bee didn’t like her swatting at it and immediately flew at her.  She gasped and tried to run, but it was too late, the singer coming down hard on her cheek.  “Owww!”  She snorted as she swatted the bee away.  “You little fucker!”  She stepped on the bee for good measure.  “I didn’t need you on top of everything else.  Ughh.”

              Thoroughly annoyed, Alie opened the door to her vehicle and started the engine.  “This is just a swell start to my day.  I want to get it over with already.”  She rolled her eyes.  “But that means coming home to Moni and her damn bee puns.”  She pulled out onto the street.  “What am I going to do.”

              As she drove towards the pizza joint, Alie felt a strange tingle in her ass.  “Hmm.  Maybe I shouldn’t have worn the jacket.  It’s starting to get hot in here.”  She looked at the temperature on her dashboard.  “But it’s only sixty-seven degrees?  Why am I starting to sweat?”

              Alie was sweating up a storm as she pulled into the parking lot.  “Ugh, for fucks sake.”  She shut off the engine.  “I hope there isn’t something wrong.  And. . . ughh. . .”  She scratched her ass, feeling it pulse beneath her fingers.  “Why do I feel so fucking weird?  God fucking damnit!”

              As she made her way across the parking lot and into the hot pizza dinner, her boss immediately yelled at her, “Where have you been?”

              “I got here as quick as I could.”

              He tossed a jacket at her.  “Get your uniform on and get to work.  We already have two fucking orders in the work, and by the time you get changed, that will probably go up to five.  Now move it!”

              Alie grumbled as she made her way into the back room.  “I fucking hate this job.  One of these days, I am going to bust out of this place and make my mark on the world.”  She tossed her shirt onto the floor and slid the jacket on.  “I mean, selling pizzas?  What was I thinking?”

              “Hey, Alie.  Nice ass.”

              She blushed as Manson walked into the room.  “What the fuck!  Why are you talking about my rear end.”

              He shrugged.  ‘I just assumed it was okay.  You did get some plastic surgery, right?”

              Her face turned even brighter red.  “You fucking creep.”  She picked up her shirt and threw it at him.  “I will have you know my butt has been the same size it always has been.

              “Umm, no, it hasn’t.”

              “Yes it has now get out.  Get out!”

              “But I have to change.”

              “Outttttt!”

              “Okay!”  He used his arms to shield himself as he made his way to the door.  “You sure are defensive for having such a massive ass all of a sudden.

              Alie crossed her arms.  “I don’t know what that creep is going on about.  My butt is the same size it has always been.”  She turned her head.  “As if it could. . . oh my fucking god!”  Her green eyes widened as she looked down at her butt, now almost two times bigger than it had been at the start of the day.  “How did this happen?”  She spun around, rubbing her rear end and moaning as she did so.  “Oh god.  It feels so fucking gooooood too.”  Alie shook her head.  “Maybe this is a dream?  Or some kind of hallucination?”  She paced back and forth.  “But then why would that creep have noticed?”

              Her eyes widened as she felt a tingle in her chest.  Looking down, her face went bright red as she watched her breasts swell.  “Oh god.”  Alie covered her chest.  “This isn’t happening.  I have work to do, and I. . . this outfit is fucking revealing as it is.”  She gulped.  “It was that fucking bee.  I knew something felt off about that. . . I hate bees!”

              “Alie!”  She gulped as she heard her boss yelling from the other room.  “It can’t take that long to change, can it?  Get your fucking ass in here.”

              “But. . . the uniform you gave me is torn.  I can’t go out like this.”  She moaned as her boobs slowly stretched out her clothing.

              “Stop lying and get out here.  I don’t fucking care what you did to your ass.  Get out there and sell pizza already!”

              She snorted as she made her way to the door.  “Thank you so much, Manson, for telling everyone about my enlarged ass already.”  She moaned as she felt her butt tingle again.  “Ugh fucking hell.  Why won’t it stop?”  She licked her lips.  “It just. . . ohhhh. . .”

              “What is wrong with you?”  Mr. Smith narrowed his eyes at Alie.  “Can you control yourself or not?”

              “I am fine.  Really.”

              “Then take the orders of anyone who walks in.  I am going into the back to help the others make pizza.”

              Alie nodded her head.  “Of course.”  She took a deep breath.  “Hopefully, no one comes in, and all I have to deal with are phone orders.”  She moaned as her butt grew even bigger, causing her pants to slide down her thickening thighs.  “As I don’t think this is slowing down any time soon.”  Alie squeezed her ass to try and calm herself down, only to realize it was a mistake as she let out a long deep moan.  ‘Ohhhhh fuckkkkk!”  Her entire body grew a few inches as she licked her lips.  ‘Ohhhh yesssss!”