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He had no time to react before the cat sized wasps swarmed him. The wasps wrangle him to the ground and quickly wraped their legs around him, wings beating furiously trying restrain him. Two hold his legs together as another attaches to his back securing his arms to his torso. He trashes around trying to shake them, but only succeeds in making them hold him tighter. They maneuvered him so he's laying on his back, mostly immobile. He cries out, but a wasp latches to his face muffling his pleas as it forcefully shoved its ovipositor down his throat making him gag. He chokes for a second, unable to accommodate the large appendage, but the wasp quickly pumps some type of sweet nectar down his throat and within seconds he felt himself relax, an aphrodisiac. He moans into in wasp’s ovipositor swallowing the sweet substance. His eyes roll into the back of his head and he passes out.
When he comes to he finds himself in the wasps hive, secured within his own honeycomb. He's naked now with his legs bent at the knees and spread secured within the walls of the comb. His arms are also held behind him and formed with the comb walls. He huffs and pants trying to escape to no avail and bucks as wasps crawl over his prone form. He bucks when he a wasp prod as his cock with their mandibles. The wasp works him over until he's hard, paying no mind to his thrashing. The wasp aligns itself with his erect cock and it's seconds too late when he realizes the wasps' plan. The wasp jabs its stinger right into the slit of his cock. He tries to scream but the moment his mouth opens another wasp flies over to ram its ovipositor down his throat. He gags again at the large appendage, feeling the sweet nectar fill his belly. The wasp's stinger is half the size of his cock and the wasp slowly works the full length into his slit before releasing its toxins into him. He can feel the wasps' toxins travel through his shaft and into his balls, almost like its pumping liquids into him. He moans, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he's pumped with nectar and toxin for what feels like forever. After about 30 minutes the wasps release him. The stinger pulls out of his now swollen cock, throbbing uncomfortably.
The wasp filling his mouth switches, giving him barely enough time to stretch his jaw before another wasp takes its place. He moans around the membrane in his mouth, drooling a little as his body becomes weightless. His cock twitches, still hard and pulsating. He tries to buck, but he can't with his body encased in the comb the way it is.
As the toxins begin to take effect, his body conforms. His sack grows large and heavy, swaying below him. His cock expands too, growing in length and girth. As the changes take effect he finds himself nursing on the ovipositor laying on his tongue rather then choking on it. The wasps membrane seems to expand as with every swallow he finds more. So, he swallows the membrane as if he were eating it until it reaches all the way down his throat and into his belly. Once settled he sucks on it, pushing forward and back over the ovipositor. The wasp in turn releasing multiple rounds of nectar until his belly is cramping with it. He pays it no mind though and continues to suckle.
By the next day the wasps decide he's ready, after inspecting his engorged cock now double its original size. His balls too now extend low, each the size of a grapefruit. The ovipositor in his belly retracts and widens a little until it only fills his mouth. Another wasp perches on his large cock, the vibrations from the wasps wings buzzing, making his see stars from the stimulation. The wasp releases its ovipositor. It’s thin, probably no wider then one of his fingers. The wasp aligns it up with the slit in his cock and pushes in. He moans and cries at first at the intrusion. Feeling it stretch his sensitive cock. He pants, feeling his heart pound as he tries in vain to push out the wasp. The wasp squirts something creamy into his cock, making it easier for the wasp to slid in. The wasp works slowly as to not damage the new incubator, trusting in only a little before pulling back out, each time reaching a little deeper until the ovipositor is settled right as the base of his cock between his two balls. He heaves the entire time, moaning pathetically into the membrane in his mouth.
Suddenly he feels a bulbous object at the head of his cock. The wasps eggs are ovular and a little larger then a grape. He mewls and thrashes as the egg pushes into his inflamed cockhead, as the ovipositor pushes the egg along and through his shaft before dropping into one of his balls. He keens feeling another egg push against his slit, sliding up his shaft before it too deposits into one of his balls. The eggs painstakingly push through him one at a time, the next egg's approach in congruence with the previous egg's dropping into his sack. He mewls the entire time, body trembling with each eggs' passing. He can feel his sack growing heavy and expanding with the eggs.
His sack is about half full when two wasp crawl along his chest and align their stingers with each of his small nipples. Simultaneously they jab into the center of each nipple causing him to throw his head back and wail. He feels toxins being released into his chest. At the same time a wave of nectar is released down his throat. These toxics work much faster, accelerated by the breeding. His chest becomes squishy and plump. The two wasps pull out their stingers and using their mandibles they squeeze down on each nipple and insert their straw like tongues into the holes created by their stingers. They feed honey into his teats making them fill out. While the eggs develop, his body will begin to process and make its own highly nutritious honey, which will feed the hatchling as well as the entire hive in times of need. Filling him with honey now will help his body assimilate to the change.
He twists and moans as the wasps fill his teats. Meanwhile the other two wasps work hard at their tasks filling him with eggs and nectar. His sacks are nearly full now, as the eggs push against his walls. His belly tightens too, not used to being stuffed in this manor. He's long lost track of the amount of eggs inside of him, but by the time the last egg drops into his sack, he's entirely overstimulated and near boneless. His sack filled to the brim with the wasp's eggs. He can feel the eggs twitch inside of him, making him buck feverishly. The momentum swinging his heavy balls, only adding to his sensitivity. The wasp pulls its ovipositor out, secreting a gooey clogging substance as it retracts. The thick substance fills the space occupied by the ovipositor all the way though and up along his shaft until the wasp pulls out. The wasp secrets some goo over his cockhead then to ensure the opening is fully closed so that nothing can get in or out and harm the incubating eggs and then flies away. When the eggs hatch the small larva will have to eat through the substance to escape, but at least they will be protected.
The wasp stops pumping nectar into his belly and pulls out of his mouth and also flies away. His head hangs low, mind hazy and unaware of anything besides sensation. His mouth stays agape while he waits for the next wasp. The two remaining wasps pull their straw like tongues out of his now puffy nipples. They pinch his nipples closed with their mandibles making him whimper and tremble. A little dribble of honey escapes from his nipple and drips onto his belly. The two wasps then move behind him and with no warning begin thrusting into his hole. He clenches and screams as they work his hole open, their ovipositors fill his inside with the same creamy substances to help make it easier to thrust in and out, however unlike the wasp that bred him, these two wasp pound into him hard and fast, wasting no time in stretching his hole.
They hit right up against his spot repeatedly making his body beg for release, but with his cock clogged up, release is impossible and his cock strains against the goo keeping him from releasing. With no escape, his release pools inside his already engorged sacks, until the membrane is practically blue with desperation . His body tenses and he squirms, the wasps interchangeably pounding into him from behind. Then in one swift movement both ovipositors vibrate at his entrance and then together forcibly slam into him until they bottom out. He waits as his trapped cum fills his balls far past their capacity. The once fleshy sacks now hard and firm with how filled they are. The two wasps' ovipositors reach up deep into his body and then together secret the same gooey substances that's clogging his cock. They fill every crevasse with the thick goo as the ovipositors retract out. Once they pull out they stuff up his quivering hole until it fills out around the edges making it so his hole will remain stretched and filled. He weakly moans feeling the pressure against his spot as he thrusts into the air, his inside walls clenching around the gooey substance.
The two wasps leave satisfied that nothing in his belly will be able to escape out his hole. He's left alone momentarily, but his solitude is quickly disrupted though, as four new wasps surround him. They prod at him, weighing his sack and inspecting his stuffed hole. They poke at his nipples, taking a little taste to confirm the honey is inside. Once satisfied they work to push to encase him in the same wax used to build the initial honeycomb. They build the comb up and around him, covering his legs up to the hips. His head is forced back, his eyes forced closed, as wax is built up to cover the back of his head and everything above his nose. He can just barely hear the muffled buzzing of the wasps through his waxy ear plugs. Lastly, the comb is built over his shoulders and encases the back side of his neck. The wasps mold the wax against the curves of his back as if the wax were hugging him tightly. Once they're done he will have waxy honeycomb to safely incubate in.
By the time they are finished his entire backside is built into the comb. His arms and legs invisible, he is completely immobile save for his mouth which still hangs open waiting for the next wasp to supply him with nectar. The wasps then sit their unmoving. They're waiting for his cock to become flaccid again. He pants lightly and occasionally strains either clenching his hole, or feeling the press along the walls of his cock shaft, but eventually he becomes relaxed and his cock goes limps, folding down over his heavy sack.
The wasps jump him the moment his cock deflates. His heart races unaware of what is going on. His mewls as they prod his cock. The four wasps quickly mold wax around his flaccid cock, covering the shaft from the base to right below the cock head. They encircle a thick layer of wax all around the shaft until its constrained inside. His cock naturally tries to rise again from the stimulation, but the tight band of wax makes it impossible for his cock to grow. As the eggs hatch, the hatchlings will eat themselves free and with the cock forcibly kept flaccid the hatchlings will no longer be in danger of the cock unexpectedly growing and hurting them.
His chest heaves between the pressure of the goo inside his slit to the pressure of the wax around his shaft, his cock feels ready to explode with need. All he can do is twitch and make his sack sway in the air. Finished with their work the wasps leave him alone again. By the time a new wasp comes to take the old ones place he eagerly and happily takes the ovipositor into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around it, hungrily gulping the membrane down until it settles deep into his throat. His belly uncomfortably cramps, already bloated with nectar, but he does not deter from happily drinking the wasps nectar.
Although his body is inflated and tight he continues to suckle as much nectar as possible. His cockhead swells and pulsates constantly, and he can feel every crevasse filled, whether it be nectar, goo or honey. His sack grows heavier as the eggs develop, and his chest becomes more plush and supple. As he begins to produce honey on his own, wasps come daily to nurse from his nipples to ensure he is producing good stock for the larva. Each time he feels his cock strain against its encasing, begging to be released. As the wasp nurse on him, he nurses on them, insistently coaxing nectar out of the wasps. As his body produces more honey he begs for more nectar, always feeling stuffed, but never feeling satisfied, his body perpetually cramped.
The wasps tend to him at all times, feeding him constantly and inspecting the development of the eggs and honey. The wasps are well aware that they found good stock for incubation, and they care for him, satisfied in knowing that this incubator will last a lifetime.