You couldn't move all that well being encased in an amber pod, especially stuck in a fetal position. But even in your unconscious state, you could feel something about your body shifting. The sweet smelling and tasting gunk around you felt less rough to your skin and more smooth, soft even, causing your entire body to tingle. Much of the feeling spreads outwards to your abdomen, your head, and your ass. Something was definitely changing, and somewhere in your sleeping mind, your furthering former self knew you just wouldn't be the same after whatever is happening to you.
A few days pass by, and unfortunately, no one knew that you disappeared while out on a walk. Fortunately, you finally rouse from your incubation, feeling conscious energy flowing back into your body and mind. Feeling your motor functions return, albeit somewhat unfamiliar for some reason, you stretch out your body and push your way out of the viscous pod. Something just above your head feels the fresh air come in contact, encouraging you to push on. Eventually, you pull yourself free from the sticky prison, righting yourself up and trying to make sense of the situation.
You could tell that there was still no sunlight coming from the outside, but it seemed that your entrapment activated some kind of natural lighting inside the hill cave. The pod that had kept you was now glowing a bright yellow, allowing you to see that it was in the shape of a honeycomb, explaining the strange stickiness and the sweetness bombarding your senses. Looking around, you notice the entire chamber was completely lined with honeycombs, all of similar sizes as the pod in the center of the room. The pod in question had also changed as you scanned your surroundings, becoming drained of honey and bending into a shape more befitting of a throne.
That's when you notice your reflection in the gold-like surface of the backrest. You had indeed changed as your body was very much effeminate and less male-like, gaining an hourglass-shaped form. Your head was much slimmer and your hair flowing longer, some of which fell onto your face and tangling with your curly eyelashes. Even more so, your skin felt as silky as a goddess'. But that was only the human aspect that changed. In the middle of your curvaceous body just above your abs was another set of arms with only two fingers and a thumb, mimicking your main hands. Two antennae stuck through the cascade of platinum hair while the eyes that held those cute lashes were a deep reflective black, more akin to composite eyes. Fine, plush hairs in the same color as then ones on your head covered your body in a unique pattern, giving you the appearance of feather boa collar around your neck, travelling down to your crotch to cover your silky smooth cock in a sheath, with the rest covering your abdomen like a fuzzy leotard. Underneath the fur and the rest of your skin revealed a warm yellow tone, with the exception of your arms and legs, where the yellow ends at your elbows and knees, and continues in a jet black tone, giving the appearance of arm and leg sleeves.
And that's when you see the biggest changes behind you. Extending above your bubbly ass, you have a large thick bee-like abdomen. Interestingly enough, it appeared to be covered in your smooth silky skin, rather than chitin as one would expect. Even more surprisingly, the tip of your abdomen appears to contain a inside, though it didn't feel right. You will your stinger to expose itself, unknowingly knowledgeable on how to do so, but it feels extremely pleasurable to do so. The answer reveals itself as the "stinger" shows itself to be another cock, dripping with honey-like pre rather than venom. And to top off your changes, the bee wings upon your back buzz a bit in response to the sensual feelings.
Rather than being afraid, or at the very least in awe of your changes, you smile to yourself, giggling at your new form as though you've always seen yourself as such. How could you not admire your own cute, feminine curves and that beautiful queen bee look. And then it occurred to you: Your hive is very empty at the moment. What is a queen bee without her subjects? And despite your still male anatomy, you were still a queen and drones were to be made!