You were told by a good dog classmate to go give Beetrice, the cutest beegirl to hand her some flowers. As you approached the curvaceous Beetrice, her spiky brown hair catching the sunlight, you couldn't help but stare in awe at the sheer immensity of her backside. It was like all of her weight had been poured into the creation of that one, stupendous asset. Her school uniform strained and stretched, barely containing the breathtaking expanses of her hips and ass. It was a sight to behold, a monument to nature's bounty, and you found yourself momentarily lost in admiration.

You had to remind yourself of your mission, to hand over the flowers to this modern-day Venus. Stepping closer, you extended your arm, the bouquet of flowers outstretched like an offering to a goddess. Beetrice's eyes lit up as she spotted the colorful blossoms, a genuine grin spreading across her face.

Beetrice: "FLOWERS!! AWW THANK YOU SO MUCH BUDDY!! These flowers are so pretty..." Beetrice exclaimed, snatching the bouquet from your hands with a surprising strength and agility, considering her sheer size. She hugged the flowers to her ample bosom, the petals brushing against her chin as she beamed at you.

Unable to resist the magnetic pull of her backside, your gaze drifted down, taking in the breathtaking sight of Beetrice's bee bottom as she turned to face you. She wiggled her expansive hips, the sheer volume of her assets jiggling and rippling with the slightest movement. It was a mesmerizing, almost hypnotic sight, and you felt your heart race as you drank in the glorious expanse of her backside.

The other students, a gaggle of Ravens, couldn't help but snicker and whisper behind their hands as they watched the spectacle unfold. Their hushed gossip and giggles drifted through the air, but Beetrice seemed oblivious to their commentary, her attention solely focused on you and her new floral prize, you just had to make her yours, or not… I don’t fucking care.