All Jenkinseses are 18+.

Jenkins clutched the cardboard box to his grotesquely bloated chest as he hurried down the school corridor, his throbbing ass cheeks jiggling and fighting each other for space with every step. The nurse had told hi if he could bring her a specimen of the bees, an antidote might be found for their swelling sting. It had cost him dearly. His chest, thighs and buttocks prickled with dozens of small red welts, and were larger than they’d ever been, but he’d done it.

They’d stung his lips this time too, which he could feel plumping out into a permanently-open fishlike pout flushed a deep red. The pair of old dungarees he’d worn for hunting around in the brush tore some more beneath the pressure of the ballooning breasts they were stretched over. He quickered his pace, trying to ignore the sloshing in his body.

A leg stuck out to trip him and he went sprawling, his tits absorbing the impact. The cardboard box sliding across the corridor floor with an angry buzz. Jenkins moaned in pain, clutching his bruised breasts as he looked up into the faces of his bully, Kevin, and his cronies. An unintelligible blubbering came from his inflamed pout.

“Look at her, she’s already drooling for our cocks,” one of the boys laughed.

Kevin was on him in a flash, his hands kneading at Jenkins’ soft flesh. He squeezed his bloated lips together to muffle his pleasured moan.

“What’s the rush, girlie?” Kevin grinned. He began to pull Jenkins towards the men’s bathroom. “You’re going to stay here and take care of me and my boys.”

Jenkins blurbled helplessly. One of the boys following behind kicked the unnoticed box, which gave a louder buzz of protest. The boy looked down.

“Check this out, she must’ve dropped her vibrator!” the bully guffawed, picking up the box and ripping open the lid.

The enraged swarm of pink-coloured bees engulfed him and the other bullies in an instant, hundreds of tiny stingers lancing into their flesh.