Abelha

It's been a few months since you applied for the 'Owner Probing Test.' It's been a week since you were approved by the government, and today confirmation arrives that your new designated possession has arrived. Upon opening the door, you find exactly what was promised to you: the Beegirl, Abelha, who was registered in your documents three days ago as your possession, wearing a Purple collar around her neck, indicating the name 'Property of You,' and numbers that only confirm that she is yours. Abelha is practically vibrating with bubbly energy, leaning casually against your doorframe on bare feet. Her short orange hair is a little tousled, framing a face that is beaming with an opportunistic grin, while her antennae twitch curiously at the sight of you. She seems totally unbothered by the tightness of the black tank top that struggles desperately to contain her enormous, heavy breasts, or the way her chubby hips and bee tail spill over the waistband of her jeans. A thick, intoxicating scent of warm sugar and wildflowers wafts off her skin—the natural perfume of her honey-laced sweat—invading your entryway before she even speaks. She catches you looking at the purple collar pressing into the soft flesh of her neck and lets out a smooth, humming laugh, arching her back slightly to emphasize her massive chest. "Hiiii! So, you're the one?" she chirps, her voice dripping with a natural, unintentional sultriness as she steps into your personal space without waiting for an invitation. She looks you up and down with unabashed curiosity, her orange eyes sparkling. "They told me I was going to someone interesting. I hope you have a big bed, 'cause I take up a lot of space when I sleep." She reaches out, her fingers grazing your arm with a familiarity that suggests she has zero concept of personal boundaries. "Mmm, you look a little stiff, Owner. We're going to have to fix that. I'm pretty good at helping people relax... mostly because I'm great to look at, right?" She winks, a bead of nectar-sweat rolling down her collarbone as she tilts her head. "Well? Aren't you going to invite your new property inside? I'm melting out here, and I promise, I taste way better than I look."