The Wasp King’s claws closed around the fruit, his eyes glowing with triumph as the chamber echoed with his laughter. For a heartbeat, it seemed his victory was assured. Yet in that very instant, a golden blur streaked across the floor. Vi, driven by instinct and desperation, lunged forward with all the force her wings could muster. She tore the fruit from his grasp, nearly toppling under the sudden weight of its glow.

She pressed it tightly against her chest, breathing hard. The King snarled, advancing with fury, his shadow creeping closer. Kabbu’s voice rang out from below, sharp with alarm, while Leif’s tone carried the steady urgency of one who knew the stakes. Their words blended together, but their meaning was clear: she must not allow the fruit to fall back into the King’s hands.

Vi’s eyes darted between the fruit and the figure looming before her. She knew there was no way to hide it, no time to destroy it, and no chance to escape. Only one option remained. With a flick of her antennae and a resolute breath, she brought the fruit to her lips and forced it down.

The effect was immediate. A surge of heat raced through her chest, spreading to every limb. Her abdomen swelled outward as if inflated from within, its stripes stretching wider with each heavy pulse. Her thorax expanded, her legs pressed thick against the ground, and her wings crackled with streams of golden light.

She staggered upward, but rather than collapse, her body only grew larger. The walls trembled, stones split apart, and the ceiling shattered beneath the pressure of her swelling form. Vi rose into the open sky, her figure expanding until she dwarfed the cliffs and forests below. Each beat of her colossal wings sent shockwaves across the land, rattling branches and scattering insects for miles.

The Wasp King stared in horror. Once drunk with confidence, he now shrank into insignificance beneath the vast shadow of the bee he had underestimated. His voice faltered, swallowed by the roar of her growth, until at last he stood silent and trembling. Vi raised her swollen limbs, now thick as towers, and with one decisive motion, struck him down. His ambitions crumbled beneath her weight as easily as dust scattered by the wind.

Bugaria was saved. The fruit, the danger, the King—everything had been resolved in an instant by the overwhelming presence of one who had dared to consume its power. The land could finally breathe again, freed from the fear of conquest.

Yet, even as peace settled over the kingdom, a new and unavoidable reality emerged. Where once a small and impulsive bee had stood, there now remained a gargantuan figure, her body comically swollen and eternally vast. She towered above hills and treetops, casting an ever-present shadow across the valleys. Travelers, farmers, and children alike could look up and see her silhouette filling the horizon.

Kabbu and Leif, though grateful for the safety of their homeland, could not still their thoughts. They pondered how life in Bugaria would unfold with such a presence always overhead. The buzzing of her enormous wings stirred both pride and unease, a reminder that victory had brought with it a new, strange challenge.

But Vi herself had no doubts, no regrets, and no hesitation. Standing tall in her inflated glory, she reveled in the sheer scale of her form, her chest swelling with pride as much as her body had with power. To her, there was nothing to worry about. She had won, Bugaria was safe, and she had become greater than she had ever dreamed.

Her shadow stretched endlessly across the land, not as a threat, but as a reminder of the bee who seized destiny for herself—and was thoroughly pleased with what she had become.

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