Embarrassingly

The bus turned the corner as John exited his house. John sprinted down the street chasing after the bus, turning the corner to discover that it was nowhere to be found. John stopped to rest but he discovered that he was not tired at all.

"Hmm, that's odd," John said, before realising what his sister had done/said earlier. John decided to test his hypothesis. He started to sprint down the street towards his school. His feet cycled beneath him, picking up speed making John run faster than ever before. However, John did not pant, he didn't even break a sweat. He just kept running, block after block after block. Time slowed, and John could see the wind rustling as he began to feel a strange affinity towards them. John looked up at the overcast day and imagined what he could do with his newly discovered powers. A drop of water rained onto his face, breaking him out of his trance. John reacted by running faster in order to escape the torrential downpour that was likely to occur. With him approaching the school, John slowed to a stop. John checked his watch to see how late he was. 7:58. Oh my god, John thought, How? John hustled inside and made it to his math class just before the bell rang.

Most of John's classes were boring. He lethargically strolled from class to class, struggling to stay awake, his morning activities had been without a doubt exhausting. John was about to drift off to sleep when his anatomy teacher woke him. John leapt up and tried to pretend that was wasn't just trying to catch some Zs, knocking over a tray of disinfected dissection equipment in the process. John watched in slow motion as the scalpel stuck itself into his leg. Confusingly, blood did not spurt out like expected, rather amber coloured sap oozed out.

"What do you think you're doing sleeping in my class?" Miss Nakamura asked, snapping John out of the shock of being stabbed.

"Just dreaming of you," mocked Nicole Wilson, his bully.

"Nicole Wilson," Miss Nakamura asked while pointing at the model of a vagina on the counter, "Why don't you come show me the Clitoris."

What did I miss?, John thought as he quickly unstuck the the knife from his leg revealing his green vein. John pressed his hand on his cut, trying to keep his injury hidden.

Nicole sheepishly walked up to the model to point out where it was.

"Good, Miss Wilson," Miss Nakamura said, "Now does anyone know what the purpose of the Clitoris is?" No one raised their hand. "No one, really? That's disappointing, the Clitoris provides pleasure to sexual intercourse." Nicole went to go and take her seat. "Miss Wilson, I am not yet finished with you."

All this talk of nomenclature made John more sluggish than ever. Time to spice things up, John thought as he snapped his fingers.

"Let's have a demonstration, shall we?" Miss Nakamura rhetorically asked, "Nicole, take your clothes off."

"What the fuck do you mean by that?" Nicole screamed.

Let's make this a little easier, John thought, making Nicole submissive for the time being

*Snap*

"I'm not going to ask you again," Miss Nakamura said. Nicole complied and took off all her clothes except for her black panties and bra, revealing a body of a goddess with medium size hips, a small waist, and small petite a-cup breasts.

"Very sexy," Miss Nakamura said. Nicole's face flushed red of embarrassment. "My turn." Miss Nakamura lifted her white dress revealing a footlong cock as well as DD breasts. The whole room gasped, as Nicole went wide eyed at Miss Nakamura's unexpected extra member. Even John was surprised.

"When I said take off your clothes, I meant take off all of them," Miss Nakamura yelled.

"Y-yes M-Mistress," Nicole stuttered, as she removed her bra and panties. Miss Nakamura proceeded to pick up Nicole and place her on the counter in the missionary position. Miss Nakamura began to thrust into Nicole.

"See class, this is how it is done," Miss Nakamura explained.

John felt an erection grow in his pants as he became aroused by this blatant sexual act. John contemplated whipping it out, but he felt as if he had just soiled his pants. He stood up to reveal a sticky stain on the stool he had been sitting on. Horribly embarrassed, John rushed to the bathroom to clean himself up. John undressed himself and remembered his sexual encounter that morning after viewing the purple flower in place of his belly button. John jumped into a stall and began to frantically wipe his butt. However, every time he wiped, it seemed that he got wetter. John reluctantly stuck his fingers down there to determine what the problem was. His fingers became drenched in what he determined as nectar.

"This is not going to work," John said. He rushed out of the bathroom naked and felt his navel flower begin to leak as well. He jumped into the women's bathroom to grab some tampons. He stuck one in his navel and then he stuck the other in his ass. Just as he was about to leave, Nicole burst into the bathroom crying her eyes out with her hoodie covering her breasts.