Not the Bees!

Ms. Vespera said, "The rest of the class needs to learn by example. Just look at my Mr. Bishop here… such a bright young man, overflowing with wisdom and intellect."

Bishop stiffened as warmth trickled down his legs. The wasps going around the bins near this seat mistaking the scent for nectar buzzed with frenzied excitement, darting up his trouser leg in search of sweetness. The flies, on the other hand, took it as the stench of decay, swarming hungrily around him.

Bishop panicked, his eyes wide with terror. He staggers back, flailing his arms as the swarm closes in. "I got jizz down my leg!! The bees!! OH GOD, NOT THE BEES!!" His voice cracked as he stumbled into a desk. "THEY'RE IN MY PANTS!! THEY'RE STINGING MY JUNK!! AAAAAHHH!!"

He thrashed wildly, slapping at his trousers as if that'll stop the invasion. Students stared in horror.

"OH, THEY'RE CRAWLING UP… AAAAAHHH!!" Bishop screeches and bolts for the door, knocking over a chair on his way out.

The whole class erupted into raucous laughter, desks rattling as students doubled over, some slapping their knees, others wiping away tears of amusement. The sheer absurdity of Bishop's over-the-top theatrics had sent them into hysterics, their laughter echoing off the walls like a relentless wave.

Ms. Vespera, however, remained unimpressed. She exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of her nose as if warding off an oncoming headache. "As I was saying... he is a bright... I mean... capable runner for our track team... anyway, moving on."

She lowered her gaze and resumed flipping through the stack of papers on her desk, pointedly ignoring the lingering snickers from the students.

Chad threw his arms out dramatically, his face twisting in a comical display of despair, wailing, "Noo!! Don't leave me, Bishop!" His voice cracked, the kind of frantic desperation that only came from someone watching their final chance of victory slip away—helpless, panicked, and barely holding it together.

Vee chuckled, her tone light and entirely unaware of the desperation behind Chad's plea. "Pretty sure he doesn't need your help cleaning up his wet pants or battling the wasps. Why are you so bent out of shape that he left, anyway?" She raised an eyebrow, genuinely puzzled, completely missing the frantic, almost panicked urgency in Chad's voice as he fidgeted uncomfortably.

"He's just… my good luck charm, I guess," Chad muttered, his tone defensive, as if trying to explain away his odd behaviour, but it only made him sound more flustered.

Approaching Vee's desk, Bibi held a small packet of something—cough sweets, maybe? Chad wasn't sure, his mind more focused on his predicament than the mysterious packet in her hands.

Leaning in, Bibi whispered something to Vee, who responded with a knowing "Aha," her eyes narrowing in amusement.

"So, Chad," Vee said with a sly smirk, her voice dripping with teasing, "Bibi's been keeping an eye on you. She noticed you staring at Bishop every time you got too... turned on. I'm lucky to have such observant eyes helping me. And now your 'boner killer' has gone bye-bye, so it looks like you'll have no choice but to... ejaculate." She let the word hang in the air, completely unaware of how it made Chad squirm even more.

A soft giggle escaped from Bibi, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "The bet is as good as won now for us."

Chad, feeling cornered and with no other option, decided to play dumb. He shrugged, forcing a casual tone, "Bishop who? Never heard of him... no clue who you're talking about." He tried to mask his anxiety with a forced grin, hoping his attempt at nonchalance would cover up the growing panic in his chest.

"Relax," Bibi said with a light laugh.

Vee continued her thought, gesturing to the packet Bibi was holding. "Try a candy," she said casually, eyeing the packet with curiosity.

"They do look yummy," Chad said. "I have a fetish… no, not a fetish... a craving for sour candy right now, and these look very sour."

Vee laughed. "Fetishes... cravings... they're pretty much the same thing, really. You crave something, and then you fetishise it... or you fetishise something… or someone." She stood in front of Chad, casually pressing her breasts together, before sitting down on his lap again. Leaning close, she whispered flirtatiously, "...and then you crave it."

Bibi held out the bag of whatever, and Chad reached in, grabbing a small green candy-like piece. He popped it into his mouth and began to suck on it. "I was expecting it to be sour... but it has more of a fruity taste. I can't quite tell what it is."

Vee raised an eyebrow. "What about the others?"

Chad shrugged. "Sure," he said, tasting them one by one, letting the flavours mix.

Bibi looked at him curiously. "How are they? How do they make you feel?"

"Taste good..." Chad started to reply but was suddenly interrupted by an unexpected, loud burp. He quickly covered his mouth, managing to muffle it just in time, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of Vee, who was still sitting on his lap.

They both laughed, and Bibi said, "They're pills we got from the dark web."

Vee added, "We're not sure what they do exactly, since they didn't come with instructions."

"Think of the BeanBoozled candy challenge people do on YouTube… the one where some jelly beans taste nice, like vanilla or strawberry, while others have... less appealing flavours, like toothpaste or dog poop. Now, imagine that, but taken to a whole new extreme." She paused, drawing out the silence for dramatic effect. "These pills can either cause... an increase in erections, hairier nipples, random bursts of energy, breast growth, constipation, cravings for pickles, dizziness, severe headaches, heart palpitations, blurred vision, or sudden mood swings."

Chad tossed another pill into his mouth, barely even blinking as he chewed. "They still sound safer than Ozempic shots," he said. He is just happy they aren't pills you have to shove up your rectum

Vee sat on his lap and said, "Oh no... Looks like you ate the whole packet…"

Bibi "now...make him CUM!"

Vee rose from Chad's lap, her movements slow and deliberate. With a small, almost flirtatious smile, she tugged at the hem of her skirt, lifting it up with a teasing slowness, revealing more of her smooth skin. She paused, just for a moment, before reaching behind her to undo the clasp of her cotton lace thong. The delicate fabric gave way easily, and with a careful, practiced motion, she slid it down her legs, feeling the soft material glide past her skin. Her breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping her lips as the cool air kissed her exposed skin, sending a shiver down her spine.

With a sigh of satisfaction, she folded the thong with precision, as if the act was almost ritualistic, before carefully placing it into her small leather bag. The movement was graceful, almost elegant, as she adjusted herself with a calm confidence.

Meanwhile, Bibi grabbed and pulled down his trousers and boxer briefs, exposing him as he sat on the chair. Vee then turned around, giving Chad a clear view of her big, peachy ass—round and smooth—before perching down onto his crotch area.

Vee stood with one foot playfully perched on his balls, her hips swaying as she wiggled her bare ass: "I can already feel this thing perking up," she teased, her voice dripping with confidence.

Bibi let out a laugh, shaking her head in amusement. "You're like a big chicken, sitting on your eggs with that massive butt, just waiting for them to hatch. But in this case," she laughed, "you're keeping Chad's balls and dick nice and warm, ready to hatch, perk up, and burst out like yolk or albumen."