Woah more of the bee boy.

Here's some more content of my big bee boy OC Metres! You can find his first story here - https://aryion.com/g4/view/970460

And his ref sheet here - https://x.com/bpacc437/status/1743846002761588847

This fic contains numerous OCs from myself and close friends. Find their info below!

Butler belongs to me. Ref is at - https://x.com/bpacc437/status/1745175491588350060/photo/1

Petey belongs to EaArachnee. Ref is at - https://aryion.com/g4/view/736773

Opal belongs to... OpalNiko. Ref is at - https://x.com/OpalNiko/status/1510097435816722434/photo/1

Azali the plant mantis belongs to salaxle42 -https://www.furaffinity.net/user/salaxle42/

Kinia the Spider belongs to... Kinia - https://x.com/peppermintducks

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“Why do you look so nervous?”

“uhhhhh, because the last time i was near here, i almost got eaten alive?”

As he said this, Petey had his hands over his head in a gesture of exacerbation. Indeed, this cafe was just up the street from where he’d held his first and only day as a construction worker. The events of that day, ominously titled by Petey after-the-fact as “The Incident,” had haunted his dreams and hospital bills ever since. Still though, the odds of that big guy, Metres he thought his name was, coming in here just now and recognizing him were slim. Which is precisely why he was crouched back in his seat, trying to avoid being visible from the window, because if there was a slim chance of something like that happening, it would happen.

“C’mon Petey, don’t look so glum! You’re with friends!” Azali said, shoving his cup of coffee closer to him.

“Yeah, seriously,” Kinia said, stabbing a piece of sausage with her knife. “I know you’re all rattled, but come on, you think he could do anything to us?”

“...yes.” Petey said.

“Try to think about it logically,” Butler said, tapping his crown. “He’s probably moved onto other projects elsewhere in the city by now. What’s the odds of something happening, really?”

Opal, who was sitting next to him, reached a hand across his shoulders and pulled him in for a boy hug. “Hey? Wanna come over to my place later and hang? I think I know what could cheer you up,” Opal said, smooshing his ass against Petey.

Petey’s eyes went a little dizzy at that. “yeah… ass…” he mumbled, before shaking his head and clearing his thoughts. “you know, you guys are probably right. i mean, what are the chances, really of him coming in here now of all- OH FUCK!”

Sure enough, as the narrative laws of the universe dictate, Metres came in through the front door, seemingly having burned off most of the pounds from the last time Petey had seen (and been under) him. He shrunk far back in his seat, until it felt like he may slip away between the wall and the booth.

Metres, innocently, came up to the country and started chatting with the waitress, Velma. The too-small stool creaked under his weight, but somehow refused to give way.

“Wait, that’s the guy you’re so afraid of?” Kinia said with a chuckle. “Look at him! I bet he couldn’t hurt a fly.”

Petey shuddered, grabbed Kinia’s cloak from across the table and hid himself beneath it. “yeah, says you! you haven’t seen him when he’s all riled up!”

“I dunno, Petey,” Opal said, eyeing the new arrival with a salacious hand cupped under his chin. “I’m not gonna lie, he’s kinda a baddie.”

“Of course you’d think that,” Butler said, elbowing him in the stomach. “What? You gonna ask him out or something?”

“I just might!”

“Seriously Petey, you’re sure that’s the guy?” Azali asked,

“yep,” Petey said, sinking further back into his cushions. “please don’t make a scene, please don’t make a scene, please don’t make a scene…”

“Hey! Big guy!” Opal said, putting on his best flirtatious face and waving at Metres. “What’s a big ol’ handsome boy doing alone in a place like this?”

Metres turned to the source of the voice, oblivious that he was being flirted with. “Oh, hi there! I come here on my lunch break sometimes! Ever since I found it a few weeks ago I’ve been coming here all the time!”

Petey had wrapped himself burrito-style in Kinia’s cloak, leaving the latter to cover themselves with only a scrap of their usual material. They scowled at Petey. “Really? Well, I think we got something here you’d really like to see then.”

“nonononononononono! please don’t!” Petey pleaded, his eyes growing wide like saucers as his face did a little pout.

Butler reached over and patted his shoulder. “Lighten up, Petey. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Metres watched with curiosity as Kinia flicked her robe back onto her body, exposing Petey for all to see. He cowered back, pushing his back up against the window. Metres’ eyes glowed with recognition, and a big smile spread across his face. “Hey Petey! That’s you, isn’t it? I haven’t seen you since you left our crew, how’s it been?” He walked up to their table, placed a heavy hand on it, extending the other out to Petey.

Tentatively, Petey reached out and shook it. Metres’ grip was like iron, and Petey was pretty sure he felt some bones in his hands break from the strength of it. Though, with how easy it was to break all of Petey’s bones, that wasn’t saying too much.

The rest of the group sat around taking in their new arrival. Opal looked drooling at Metres’ fat, thick belly, which had spilled partway across the table. Azali noticed that his bottom half was almost as heavy as theirs, though Metres’ top had been built to fit, strong and imposing like a derrick. Kinia watched him for a second, and then their mind slipped as they thought of new and fun ways to torture Revek.

Butler, always the analytical member of the group, was the only one to notice the strength bubbling beneath this bee’s fluffy exterior. The arms like great metal hooks, wide thighs broad as doorways and built with all the potential strength of steel. Thighs so wide they boxed them all into the booth together, with no quick way of escape. He shuffled in his seat.

“So what brings you back here?” Metres said, patting Petey on the head. “I figured you’d probably avoid anywhere near this place, after what happened, y’know? Sorry you got wrapped up in all that, by the way! Those other workers were just real jerks.”

“i uh, got dragged along,” Petey said, subtly suggesting he’d never forgive the group for putting him back in close proximity with Metres if they lived that long. “and the eggs here are good. yeah. the eggs.”

“Definitely, get them scrambled and with a little butter and you’ll be ready to face anything!” Metres said, shaking Petey’s hand, an act which covered how the little fishboy was shaking. “And I see you brought all your friends too!”

“It’s nice to meetcha! Can I have your number by the way?” Opal said, extending an arm, pulling his phone out with the other. Metres shook his hand, and probably broke a few bones in it while he was at it. “Worth it,” Opal thought.

“Before that though,” Azali said, “Petey thinks you’re this big and scary guy, but you don’t look it!” Petey was dragging a finger across his throat at Azali, the universal gesture for “shut up before you get us all killed,” but Azali didn’t notice it.

“I guess I just come off that way to some people,” Metres said, his stomach gurgling. “Man, I really gotta get some food in me. I worked hard all day!”

Kinia snickered, and Butler shot them a glance, realizing the terminal words that were about to leave her mouth. “Well, Azali there is a real delicious snack. You could always start there.”

Metres’ eyes went wide, and he looked at Petey, recognition dawning on his face. “Ohhh, so that’s why you brought all your friends here!”

“W-Wait, what are you doing?” Azali said, as Metres picked them up with a strong arm. They fumbled in their bag for something to ward him off, if this was going the way they thought it was going.

“Oh gods, here we go,” Butler said, rubbing his temples.

“You must’ve brought all these delicious-looking friends here because you wanted to apologize!” Metres said, grinning and nodding. “Well, they do say food is the quickest way to a man’s heart!”

“it’s also the quickest way to a man’s thighs…” Petey said, already beginning to resign himself to what was about to happen.

“Gotta say, I usually don’t eat vegan, but they look pretty good,” Metres said, lifting Azali above his head to shove them down his gullet.

“Here! Take this!” Azali shouted in a desperate attempt at heroism. They flung a potion into his mouth, bright purple in color, and it splashed down his throat. The gluttonous bee didn’t even notice. “Oh. Oh no.”

“I… really shouldn’t have that said, shouldn’t I?” Kinia said, beginning to clamber up over the back of their booth.

Metres shoved Azali into his mouth. He swallowed up to their thighs easily, but their busty lower half proved slightly troubling to get down. Metres put his strong hands on either of their asscheeks, and shoved them inside, filling up his mouth with Azali’s body. One strong gulp did them in, bugling out Metres’ throat as they slid slowly down to his stomach, coming to a rest, obscured among the amount of fat he had on his gut. Their immediate struggles were so impotent as to be near invisible.

“Hey! Not bad,” Metres said, wiping some saliva from his hips. “I gotta try eating greens more often I guess. Hey, where’re you going?” he said, gripping Kinia in a hand. “Petey goes through all the trouble of bringing you here, and you can’t be bothered to see it through?”

“Wait! You can’t do this to me! There’s still so many different ways I gotta torture Revek!” Kinia said, wriggling in his grasp, conjuring her threads and bringing all her strength to bear to try and escape his grip.

“Revek? Who’s that?” Metres said, shrugging. “Well, I guess it doesn’t matter. Down you go!”

Kinia, who was comparatively much smaller than Azali, went down with little fuss. They certainly made a racket the whole time though, hissing and screeching and clawing and biting, but Metres just threw it all off like it was nothing. He tossed his head back, and swallowed her, sending them down to be with Azali.

Opal, who was next closest, was running some mental math. On the one hand, he was probably about to be painfully digested alive and melted down into soft fat. On the other hand though, it was going to be an incredibly chubby older man doing that to him. So in the end, who’s to say if it was a bad thing or not? Butler, sitting next to him, was less than enthused at getting eaten, and tried to pick up Opal and make a swift escape for the door.

“Uh-uh, not so fast!” Metres said, scooping them up with one hand each. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“Somewhere that isn’t here…!” Butler said, shaking.

“If you’re gonna eat me, pleeaaaaaaaaase let me get sent to the butt,” Opal pleaded.

Metres considered this for a second. “Well, no promises! But we’ll see!”

“Are you fucking serious, Opal?” Butler said as they were about to be shoved down Metres’ throat.

“Well hey, what is it you’re always saying? Try to see the best in a bad situati- HHNF!?”

The two boyfriends were stuffed down Metres’ gullet together, their fat bodies packed tight in his mouth as his arms shoved them in deeper. He gave several hard swallows as they bulged out his throat, slinking downwards slowly, until a final toss back of his head and the biggest gulp yet sent them tumbling down into his stomach, with the rest of Petey’s friends.

Petey had turned his eyes away from all this, cowering in the corner with his face turned outside, trying to focus on anything that wasn’t, y’know, this. A heavy hand landed on his shoulder, and gently turned him around.

“Thanks Petey, that was great!” Metres said, patting his heavy, struggling stomach with a hand. “Gotta say, I wasn’t expecting such a nice apology present, but that was wonderful. Hey, why do you look so down?”

“oh, nothing,” Petey said. Internally he thought, “well, my best friends and significant other are getting melted into bee fat. at least my bones didn’t get broken yet today…”

“Well cheer up! Here, take a good long look at the present you gave me, I think it looks great!” Metres said, shoving Petey up against the glass with his belly, knocking the table out of the way in the process. Petey was squished flat up against the surprisingly-sturdy glass, the front half of his body pressed right into Metres’ belly, so he could feel all of his friends melt and digest. Gurgles and glorps and muffled shouts and cries came from within, and Petey felt their struggles press fight up against him, right into him.

Metres reached a hand back behind Petey’s head, and used it to press his face deeper into his belly, so Petey could get a closer look at the present he’d given. He kneaded and squished and rubbed Petey’s face all over his gut, giving his a faceful of so much bellyfat, getting him really close to his friends as they kicked and punched, shouts for help muffled by endless weight, hearing them melt and digest, the glorping and gurgling in Metres’ belly growing heavier, denser, as he felt his friends churn away.

The sounds started to swallow him. All around there was a great cacophony of sloshing and churning, and he felt his friends begin to melt, the potions Azali had given Metres helping along his already-impressive digestion speed. His face being used to help knead them up, feeling as there began to be less of them and more of a uniform gutsludge, a thick, churning stew that all his friends were being melted into. Nothing left of them besides, as if they’d never existed at all…

Metres’ body pumping noisily as their cries began to cease, as their kicks and punches against Petey became indistinct, their bodies and forms losing shape, melting down right in front of him, until there was more sludge than there was friends… Petey’s wide-eyed horror only increasing as he got kneaded into that thick, rich, fattening gutsludge, helping work away anything that was left of his friends. Nothing left of them now, except for slopping chyme and the sounds of digestion, growing more dire, more horrible, as they all began to vanish.

Some time had passed before the solid forms in Metres’ stomach had been replaced by simple round sloshiness. His gut simply looking like he had just finished a meal large enough for ten, instead of having just devoured Petey’s close friends. Petey pressed close against all of it, the belly molding itself around him, so all of his front was pushed deep into it. Surrounded by fat, surrounded by gutsludge, and knowing it all came from those he held dear…

There were the sounds of thick guts working through immense amounts of food. Petey heard and felt it all firsthand. The pumping of stuffed guts, the working of a body to incorporate so much new weight, the horrible softness that began to envelop him as his friends were finally worked away entirely into fat, their bodies reduced to chub, reduced to adipose, nothing but squishy softness on Metres. The belly grew fatter against him, gaining pounds right up in his face. Making him feel it. Feeling those new pounds being added to a body greater than his, stronger than his own…

The glass behind Petey strained with the effort of not breaking under the weight pressed against it. The weight growing heavier by the second. Metres’ gut squishing deeper around Petey, more fat surrounding him, pushing in on him… The rest of Metres’ body swelled with all of his friend’s weight, and while Petey couldn’t currently see it, he could hear it. Could hear Metres’ stomach dealing them away, reducing them forever into mere pounds. “men… guts…” Petey murmured, mostly to himself.

“Whew, that was a lot of fun!” Metres said, pulling his belly away, letting Petey drop onto the seat he’d occupied when this entire thing first began. “Hmm? But you still don’t look any better! Is something wrong, Petey?”

Petey looked up weakly, took in Metres’ body at the same time as its owner did. Metres’ eyes went big and wide again. “Hey, what are these? Are these… tattoos? Is this because of that weird potion?”

Petey didn’t want to look, but forced himself too, knowing Metres would make him see soon enough anyways. Sure enough, just like in those online videos he always liked watching, tattoos of his various friends had shown up on Metres’ body. “oh my god they are.”

Metres’ tits had grown massively, and were big enough now to completely squish Petey between, sloshing with honey and jiggling with his movements. Right there, on the roundest part of his left tit, was a tattoo of Kinia’s face, looking neutral and staring forwards. As Metres turned to show off his door-destroying thighs, each many times wider than Petey’s whole body, a tattoo of Azali’s smiling face showed on the right on, wobbling with Metres’ weight.

Petey couldn’t help but notice that, even from the front, Metres’ ass was visible. It had grown to be the largest part of him by far, which was saying something. As he turned, Petey saw why. Each one of his asscheeks was endowed by a tattoo. Opal’s on the left, and Butler’s on the right. The two cute boyfriends had been churned away into fitting assfat. Petey slunk down to the ground, defeated.

“Well, I guess we know who went where now!” Metres said with a laugh, though Petey didn’t feel much like laughing. “Hey, you were always hanging out with those Butler and Opal guys, right? Well, how about this, now you can get even closer to them!”

Metres lowered his ass onto Petey’s face, the soft endless squishy assfat surrounding him. His face slid nicely between Metres’ asscheeks, equidistant from both Butler and Opal’s tattoos. The weight, heat, and sweat all surrounded him, only growing in intensity as Metres squished his ass onto Petey’s face, grinding it against him, the weight growing as what was left of the cute boyfriends was pumped out of his stomach and away into fat…

Their two facemarks, Opal and Butler’s squished up against Petey. Pressing and rubbing against his face, as if he was getting kissed by both of them at once, and each time Metres pressed in, it was like getting kissed again and again… Their weight growing, surrounding his upper body, Butler and Opal generously giving their pounds to Metres, making him incredibly fat, his rear too heavy for even all the stools in the cafe to hold. Petey felt his bones straight under the weight, the fat which was only growing heavier…

Metres was, however unintentionally, literally rubbing it in. His close friends were all gone, the four of them digesting away into beefat, the weight increasing up against him, each new pound of Butler and Opal shoving up against him, getting rubbed in Petey’s face, their facemarks kissing him and his cute little fishboy mouth…

By the time Metres stood up, he’d managed to break all of Petey’s bones once again with his immense ass. “See, that was fun, wasn’t it Petey?”

Petey, still on his back, just groaned. “godddddd why didn’t we just go to arby’s or something?”

“Hey? You still look upset!” Metres paused, waited for a moment, his whole body growing fatter, his form nearly twice as wide as the booth. “Hold on! I think I know what’s got you all upset!”

“is it all of my bones being broken?” Petey asked.

“Well yeah that too, but also, you must miss your friends! I mean, obviously you wanna be as close to them as possible! Don’t worry, I’ll fix that asap!” Metres said, picking Petey up from the ground. “Here, I’ll send you right to them!”

“wait! waitwaitwait i don’t really want to-” Petey said, but Metres swallowed him before he could say another word, the bee generously wanting to reunite him with his friends. Petey’s broken body was easily swallowed, and his cute little fishboy form stood no chance against Metres’ fat gut. Soon as Petey hit Metres’ gut, he had only enough time for a desperate “no!” before he Bwomphed, his body instantly reduced to sludge.

Metres collapsed back onto where the booth had used to be. Velma, horrified, peeked out at him from the kitchen. He meekly shook a hand at her. “Don’t worry, ma’am! I’ll cover the damages! In fact, I might just fix it up myself.”

Standing, he shook and sloshed his belly. None of the five friends had finished digesting yet, and their gutsludge all sloshed together noisily in there, all of them having been melted down into the same thick, fattening chyme, soon fated to become part of the same squishy fat. He felt his belly, felt the melted friends churning about in there, sounding almost like water sloshing about inside of a jug, and let out a satisfied sigh.

As he did so, a final tattoo showed up on his body, right where his navel was. With a little gasp, Metres realized who it was. “Petey! So that’s where you’re ending up, huh? Awww, I bet you’re gonna make my belly so huge!”

Sure enough, he did. By the same Metres left the cafe later than evening, having patched up the destroyed booth in a jiffy, the friends had finally been fully digested. His booth-sized ass shook behind him, Butler and Opal wobbling heavily with each movement he made, his cheeks sometimes clapping if he moved too swiftly. Azali had similarly rounded out his thighs, to the point where Metres had broken through the double doors on his way out, having to apologize and promise to fix them tomorrow as a result.

Each of his tits were bigger than Petey’s entire body, Kinia’s facemark wobbling on them as Metres cupped them, measuring their huge weight. And finally, Petey wobbled on his belly, squishing and shaking along with Metres’ navel and the rest of his stomach, which must’ve been wide as one of the tables in the cafe and thick to fit. Those tasty friends had finally been reduced utterly to just fat on his form.

Just then, Metres’ phone rang. He picked it up, and sure enough, it was a call for work tomorrow. A house urgently needed building, as per usual. Metres patted his belly, already knowing where the energy for it would come from. “Thanks Petey, that was the best gift ever!”

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