🍯🐝 Honey and Bee
The warm British sun caressed the ribcage of a beautiful blond boy relaxing on a classy looking sofa in a royal style room, surrounded by green leaves of plants, ornaments carved into stone and other nice looking stuff.
His waist was wrapped and compressed to the backbone by a strange device that he softly touched with his fingers like a precious treasure. Indeed this hi-end waist cincher costed Archie three nights of hacking into Chineses databases and it was a lot of risk but it was totally worth it. Yesterday he was finally able to fetch the blueprints and put them to crafting.
It took another twelve hours of waiting until he could finally squeeze himself into the cincher and yet another four hours until the nanobots inside his torso signalled 100% competion. The newest compression algorithm was fantastic, it completely trashed the world-famous B8. Archie couldn't wrap his head around how the Chinese nanobot-coders achieved this kind of mastery over the human fleisch!
"Bet they have a lot of cewt little lab rats," Archie smiled, imagining a bunch of adorable Asian bee-boys, cloned for one sole purpose to keep China's bee hive at the top of every waist-cinching competition.
But this British cutie also felt quite proud of himself, he couldn't get enough of his own hacking skills as they allowed him to lay his fingers on the most recent bodymods before they were even released. Many of those weren't even released and became super secret training devices for special agents only.
"Your breakfast, milord," another young man entered the room, looking like a fairy prince with his long fair hair down to his nipples, he was wearing absolutely nothing but a diamond choker and a pair of diamond ear-pieces. He didn't wear any shoes and walked on tiptoes which made his toned legs appear longer and prettier. Gracefully he walked to Archie and stood right in front of him, apparently holding nothing in his hands that looked like eggs or bacon.
"Thanks, honey," the bee boy licked his lips, his eyes hit the fairy below the waist and he couldn't find a yummier sausage and more delicious pair of eggs in all of Britain. He heard a light buzz and saw a bee landing on a flower and starting to passionately work around it. The flower grew bigger and straightened up, responding to the bee working harder and harder until the flower pulsated and the nectar started flowing out of it. More and more, it took quite a while for the bee to suck all the nectar out, there must have been a whole big cup of it stuffed in the flower's insides. The flower trembled and released the final portion of the nectar into the bee. The bee felt so very full and satisfied, its lower belly even bloated from this much nectar it swallowed.
Archie smiled looking at this game of nature. "Shall we go to the kitchen then?" He took his roomie's hand and stood up from the sofa with a young prince's grace. If someone saw them from behind, he'd get cross-eyed because they both looked awemazing, it's as if their bodies were designed for passionate lovemaking by some kind of a pervy genetic engineer who wanted to create the sexiest boy in the world.
It's as if they suddenly realized the same thing because the fairy boy suddenly pulled Archie by the hand and they both dropped on the large bed they were walking by. When you're so sexually attractive and have an equally sexually attractive roommate, it's always too hard to make it all the way to the kitchen in one go. Luckily, it was Sunday and they had all day to try and stuff their mouths with something other than each other's tongues. On the other hand, saliva and other bodily fluids could prove to be quite nutritious in large quantities.
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Upon first look I was simply stunned, could not think, just stared in awe. Glanced on rest of new works.
Breathe, just breathe... then finally gave this hi-art piece as first deserved appreciation.
"Prince" doesn't need any praise, he is straight out of dream and he knows it, tiptoeing walk however made me gasp for air again.
Bee buzzing analogy, whew!
Archie's mod going upward pressing chest in half even vertically is so inventive! Adding bottom "supports" another fine detail. Together like two opposing hearts.
And hinting, this mod is not only one, other different flavors of advanced clinchers exist made story into subtle cliffhanger. Wonder what exactly Archie likes about this particular upgrade? Only visual feeling of slim waist, being compressed or sensation that his body is essentially divided in two parts with device you can't feel touching on? Or idea that he can wrap palm of his hand around own spine? Something else altogether? So much questions!
After reading story one thing became sure: Being in place of any of them, all high thoughts would left me upon first soft kiss. Would start "dispensing" uncontrollably "appetizer" , not stopping until dead empty and then some more, leaving nothing for main course.
No wonder English aristocrats/butlers need to be so well behaved.
Speaking of hacking methods... in my imagination 1/3 of this scene Including Archie name(!!!) happened just few days ago, swear. Then again ehm, ehm, what's best way to spent day for two sweet godlings happening to be in one room. And what to feed hungry belly with, when out of nectar? Maybe some ice "cream"?
Yeah, I thought tiptoe walking is a must for a fairy prince. And about Archie, actually I remembered a documentary about a woman who was turned into a "contortionist" without even considering to become one, she had an operation on her hip joint due to some condition but as a random consequence it magically allowed her to rotate her leg in some crazy ways. What do you know, instead of complaining she immediately turned it into a party trick and looked so excited to show it off on every possible occasion like it was the best thing that happened to her!
I think Archie is like that, even though he had to wear a medical belt since babyhood due to his inborn abdominal condition, he grew up with the idea that his wasped waist is the best part in his entire body. He never complained: "sorry, i have a condition, that's why my body has to look so weird". No, he's enjoying it, letting others play with it and can always think of a hundred things to try next.
I think above the visual look and the feeling of compression, Archie most of all enjoys how the cincher buries into his body and massages him deeply as he moves. Even simply sitting down or standing up is so much sensual joy. I think he takes all the dancing classes he can find in the hunt for new sensations from all sorts of different dancing styles. Yoga, of course, specially with a partner.
And I'm sure he's never short on ice "cream", in fact I hope that he doesn't grow fat from the sheer amount of "meals". But if his belly grows too round, he can always count on a nice and friendly belly punching session from his BF(F) to get it back in shape.
Story of a woman (and Archie) sounds like right approach to life in general, to turn seeming disadvantage into strength - just add pinch of luck. Humans are basically furless, slow, weak animals and yet we are running (around) the whole place. Because some went in new directions, often alone and ridiculed. Most are sadly fine being in herd bleating, its comfortable. Maybe, they are like bones of society, only waiting to be moved by someone, but also have purpose.
Tiptoe walk should been obvious rare spice, yet my dense nut head missed it too.
As kinks go, they should be thought about same as meals. It's so boring to eat mush potatoes or hot dog all the time. Although one might be hesitant to try new exotic meal. Chef with great skill can make person try it out and maybe fall in love with new dish!
After looking through Archie's eyes I would love to taste such fine clincher, let see what effects will bee X-) even if strange at beginning. Who would guess anyone can envy boy out of sausage?
Belly punches might be harder to digest, but could work too with "massage" expert. Slimming up cheap and fast as a bonus.
Having already pursue one unusual bodily kink for long time helps a lot understand your passion for others. Training, training, training.
To walk the walk and not just talk is often very challenging however, even get so slim as to start with ie corset, year's work, right? Dancing too looks easy until you do try, then wish to be invisible next few months of dancing school. But hey, dreaming is a start isn't it? And if this scenery doesn't awaken curiosity / open mind, nothing will.
I wrote belly punches because I think Archie's into every belly fetish, plus combined with kissing it can be pretty sensual. But easily replaceable with a deep fist massage for an even better effect :D
I've never tried dancing or corsetting or anything else really in real life, but if we take arting as an activity then I gotta agree that dreaming was a start there too. I started dreaming at least a decade before I was able to draw anything...
amazing job
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