(Story contains 2nd person, domming the reader, and a LOT of hypno themes. You've been warned)

It began when you entered Her chambers.

You were certain you were here for...something—definitely something important, something you've been anticipating your whole life, but...staring at Her, at It, you found it difficult to dredge up the memory. The Queen lounged, resplendent in Her honeycomb throne, practically glowing in the warm yellow-gold light streaming through the windows. Well, a particular part of Her in particular seemed to radiate, at least. Her magnificent derriere filled the throne just barely, as if It had decided to tolerate being contained, at least for the moment.

The light from the windows reflected off of It, casting a radiant glow towards you and filling you with Its majesty and vitality. You could see your reflection in It, It was so shiny. And why wouldn't It be? In comparison to It, to your Queen, you were nothing more than a yellow reflection, a mere haze in Its image. Its sheer size...It was as vast as a universe unto Itself, a towering mountain of hard yellow chitin and soft, pillowy delight. She could sit on you and never notice; in fact, She could sit on the entire hive and only feel the pleasure of such a tight, deific hole being filled, just as It should be.

How long have you been standing in the doorway? Before opening the door, you could have counted the seconds, but now... It could have been a minute or a thousand years. She beckoned you forward with Her scepter, and forward you moved, your motions hazy and floaty. You can't feel yourself advancing; you can only see Her drawing closer, Her glorious royal rump getting larger in your view, as if that were even possible.

As you moved closer, you could feel It filling your mind and soul as well as your field of vision. You were nothing but a drone for this butt, and you were content to be so. You almost reached out to immerse yourself in It; It was so soft and alluring. But no, that wouldn't be proper for a mere drone. Only the Queen could command the ass, and because the ass controlled you...well, you would have been able to comprehend it if you could still think.

"In My infinite magnanimity, I have DECREED!"

Her voice enveloped you, extinguishing any final lingering free thoughts you might have left in your sunken, drained head, ensnaring it in Its gentle command. She giggled, and you realized that you had just made an involuntary throaty moaning noise from deep within yourself. "You may worship the royal bee-hind."

Her words were like a leash, gently tugging you forward and to your task, as if you even need the encouragement. Have you been here before? You hope so; who wouldn't want to be filled and commanded by this goddess of a butt? Your memories on the subject were hazy and half-formed; why bother making memories when the Queen needed worship, but your muscle memory knows what to do. Your lips met the warm surface, and you melted, wholly and completely. You can't say if you fell asleep right there against your Queen, your universe, the mistress of your mind, soul, and body, but the next few... who cares how long was filled with the stuff of the most wonderful dreams.

It let you bounce across It, feeling the tremor-like jiggle and sway through your very being. It let you scrub and watch and polish and care for It, making Its luster even more mirrorlike. And when you were tired, though you didn't want to rest, lest you disappoint It, It let you feed yourself to It, climbing between the monumental globes of bug fat and snuggling up to sleep the best sleep of your life. You and It were one; you were your Queen's ass, reveling in Her majesty and shine. The others were right to worship You, for You knew best. You were proud to command such a loyal hive, and they were lucky to have You. You are the most perfect thing, the lodestar of the universe, the goddess above goddesses, the-

You wake up in your bed. The others give you envious looks, beyond envious, but you can't for the life of you imagine why. The peaceful dream you just had is already floating away, half remembered. Well, dreams are for sleeping, and you're wide awake now. Time to make honey, care for the hive, standard worker/drone stuff. You wonder which lucky member of the hive will have the privilege of worshipping your Queen today. Maybe it'll even be you! You've wanted it all your life after all.

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1 more week of PokeMarch and I'm nowhere near done. I've got a bunch more fun ideas I can't wait to show yall! Also, this is my first foray into hypno fetish storytelling, sooo...idk, critique welcome and appreciated. Stay tuned :3

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