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Ms. Frizzle's Class Explores the Human Body	By : Meowshi Category: -Misc Cartoons > General Views: 2642 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I am not in any way affiliated with the series, The Magic School Bus (1994). The following is a non-commissioned work created for entertainment purposes only.

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When all the students raised their hands to signify that they were done with the condom placement lesson, Ms. Frizzle strode across the room to check their work. She playfully slapped each mannequin’s erection as she made her way to every student’s desk, causing the rubber phalluses to bounce and shake realistically. She chuckled to herself at the wide-eyed reaction this prompted from the girls. It was very similar to the look of utter amazement the boys shot her whenever she bent over to help another student or jostled her chest while writing something on the whiteboard. Her field trips normally commanded the attention of her students, but this was a level of rapt concentration that even she was not used to. It was a surprisingly intoxicating feeling, and she knew that the next lesson would prove to be even more enthralling.
“Very well done, class!” she said as she clapped her hands together and nodded satisfactorily. “You’ve all passed with flying colors!” She pretended to be lost in thought and placed a hand on her hip as she used the other to tap lightly on her chin, “Although I wonder if this wasn’t too artificial of a demonstration?”
As she said this she absent-mindedly began stroking the mannequin lying on Arnold’s desk. He gulped loudly as she picked up the pace and began manipulating the mannequin so forcefully that his desk began to shake. “Yes, yes. These do feel very real, but they aren’t living breathing tissue.” Suddenly she withdrew her hand from the mannequin's big rubbery member and snapped her fingers as if she suddenly came to a great epiphany, although she had already planned this all out beforehand. “A live demonstration is in order!”
A hush fell over the classroom as everyone tried to lower themselves into their seats and render themselves invisible through sheer force of will. No one wanted to be involved in any sort of live demonstration in a sex ed lesson. It had suddenly become so silent in the room that at the back of the storage closet, Janet could now hear her own heat pumping in her chest. Her mouth was hanging wide open at this announcement and she had to remind herself to breathe.
“Ralphie? Wanda? Would you two mind coming up to the front of the class, please?” Ms. Frizzle's tone and smile were pleasant, but there was a look in her eyes that made it clear that this wasn’t a request.
Wanda got up slowly from her desk and shuffled her feet to the front of the class, stumbling over Tim’s bookbag as she did so. Her nervousness was so overbearing that you could almost see it wafting off of her in waves. If she was nervous, Ralphie was terrified. He rose from his desk like he was pulling himself out of a bed of quicksand, and as he ambled slowly across the classroom, he gave off the impression of a man on death row being sent to the chair.

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I think I’m going to be sick, Ralphie Tennelli thought miserably. His chubby stomach had more than a few butterflies fluttering around in it, it felt like a whole hive was shambling around in there! He was a short, pudgy boy of ten, and his nervousness was written all over his face as he turned around to face the class. The hair underneath his red baseball cap was matted to his forehead with sweat, and his trademark shirt with a massive “R” printed on it, felt cloyingly damp on his body. But what held the attention of all of his classmates was the small tent obscenely pointing out of the front of his green-rinse black jeans.
“Oh no!” exclaimed Arnold as he slapped his palms over his eyeglasses in a fit of empathic embarrassment.
“¡Hostia puta!” Carlos murmured under his breath, as Dorothy Ann gasped so loudly she started having a coughing fit.
Phoebe looked like she wanted to say something but her mouth just kept opening and closing like a guppy trying to breathe air.
As he stood at the front of the class, Ralphie looked down at his crotch despairingly, and his face grew about as red as a tomato. Wanda herself was staring down at her shoes as though they were suddenly the most interesting things in the world, although she kept stealing glances at Ralphie’s pants with a worried expression on her face. .
“No need to be nervous children,” Ms. Frizzle intoned sweetly, although there was a hungry, predatory look to the smile she flashed to the class. “As I like to say, knowledge always springs forward!” The pun in reference to the turgid state of his genitals was not lost on Ralphie, who tightly shut his eyes as though that would wake him up from the nightmare he was currently experiencing.
“Wanda,” Ms. Frizzle said, causing Wanda to break out of her daze and jump slightly, “You can begin this demonstration by lifting Ralph’s shirt.”
Wanda, who was normally one of the most outgoing students in the class, reached for the bottom of Ralphie’s shirt with shaking hands. She tried to smile and shoot him a look of encouragement, but he had his eyes shut and was trembling beneath her fingers.
She lifted his shirt just above his belly, revealing a pudgy stomach that he was a little insecure about. His round face had a bit of chubbiness around his cheeks and neck, and his fair skin was tinged red with embarrassment. His warm blue eyes, which normally bore a hint of mischievousness, could now be seen dancing wildly beneath his closed lids. His brown hair was short and cut in a simple style, with a few stray strands that fell over his forehead beneath a red baseball cap that had been slightly stretched to accommodate his large head.
“Now you may unfasten his jeans,” Ms. Frizzle directed the scene from her desk as if she were filming a movie. Considering some of the salacious shots Arnold’s cousin was getting on her handheld camera, she might as well have been.
Ralphie didn’t dare open his eyes to look, but he could feel Wanda’s trembling hands at his waist, and hear the sound of his jeans being unbuckled and unzipped. Soon he felt a breeze of air on his legs as his pants fell around his ankles. A collective gasp echoed throughout the class as his tight white briefs came into view, the front of them immodestly pointing outward toward Wanda’s shaking fingers.
“We weren’t allowed to walk around in our underwear at my old school…” Phoebe managed to squeak out.
“Not to worry, Phoebe! He won’t be wearing those for long!” Ms. Frizzle chirped happily as she seemed to soak up the nervous energy in the classroom. “This demonstration is about placing a condom on an erect penis after all!”
At the sound of this, Ralphie’s eyes shot open in bewilderment. He had been half-hoping that maybe Wanda would just be asked to place the condom on him with his underwear on. It wasn’t really a rational thought, but Ralphie had never been the most attentive student, and right now his brain was only working at about twenty-five percent capacity.
As Wanda grasped the waistline of his underwear, he croaked out a desperate, “A-am I the only one who thinks this is a bad idea?”
“Learning more about the human body is never a bad idea, Ralphie!” Ms. Frizzle beamed at him with her perfect, white teeth. Even in his state of utter embarrassment, Ralph couldn’t help but notice that they seemed uncharacteristically sharp today.
Wanda steeled herself, not wanting to drag this humiliating process out any longer; and swept Ralphie’s underwear down to his ankles in one quick motion. The collective gasps of the class broke the silence, as Ralphie’s member bounced playfully as a result of the underwear being pulled down so forcefully. It was as if it was alive and wanted to show off for attention.
“Oh my…” cooed Ms. Frizzle from her desk as she stared down at her hard young pupil. He certainly wasn’t big, especially compared to the man-sized mannequins the class had been manipulating earlier, but my was he girthy. It’s almost as if the fat from his body had also deposited to his penis, although Ms. Frizzle had been with enough underwhelming fat men to know that that wasn’t the case. The boys in the class looked at Ralph with a look of pity and worry, but the girls simply stared at his freed erection, barely even registering that this wobbly, meaty, menacing thing belonged to the classmate who they joked and played with outside of class. Back in the storage closet, Janet felt her knees going wobbly and almost dropped her camera as her palms had become so sweaty.
Wanda, who had the best point of view of Ralphie’s bobbing member, looked like a deer in headlights. The condom she was supposed to be placing on him sat loose and inert in her quivering hands. She could best liken the thing in front of her to a fat little slug, but she had never been so terrified of a slug before.
Finally, Keesha couldn’t take the dreadful silence anymore and blurted out the question that had been running through her mind, “Why does it look like that?!” She quickly slapped her hand over her mouth, hoping that the question wasn’t too rude to Ralphie, who looked to be on the verge of tears.
“A-According to my r-research,” Dorothy Ann replied in a shaky voice, as she thumbed through a copy of Playboy she inexplicably produced out of thin air, “Ralphie is uncircumcised. Whereas the mannequins we…used...earlier were cut.”
“An astute observation, Dorothy!” Ms. Frizzle had always admired her inquisitive nature. Sometimes Dorothy reminded her so much of her younger sister, Fiona Frizzle. “Circumcision is a surgical procedure in which the foreskin, that loose fold of skin covering the tip of Ralphie’s adorable little penis, is removed-”
“Oh, I know this one! It’s done for religious or cultural reasons!” Carlos interrupted excitedly, it was a rare occasion when he knew anything about what Ms. Frizzle was talking about.
“Correct, Carlos!” she clapped, just as excitedly. Her students were making her so proud today.
“S-So does that mean,” Wanda’s voice was so quiet that the class could barely hear her.
“That’s right! You’ll have to pull back the skin at the tip of Ralphie’s penis before placing on the condom!” Ms. Frizzle said as if she were explaining the most ordinary thing in the world.
“Yeah, it’s just like peeling that banana Keesha was talking about earlier!” Carlos giggled, although he stopped when Keesha punched him hard in the shoulder.
“Ow!” he whined, rubbing his sore shoulder. But he smiled when Tim held up a picture he drew of Ralphie with a cartoon banana coming out of the zipper of his jeans.
Wanda took a deep breath and reached for the first penis she had touched since that one time she had to help her baby brother William potty-train. Ralphie’s penis seemed to know that she was about to touch it as it lurched up at her like some sort of angry python. As her delicate fingers touched the tip, she was immediately surprised at how warm the penis was. The heat emanating off of the thing was like nothing she had ever felt before. She slowly guided the loose skin at the end of Ralphie’s penis back, revealing a bright, purplish head and a small opening that was winking at her like a hungry mouth.
Ralphie sucked in an intake of breath as Wanda touched him, he didn’t expect the feeling to be so strong and so…good. He wasn’t at the age where he manipulated his penis every day, still preferring action figures and dinosaurs to the carnal pleasures teenagers engage with in their free time. When Wanda retracted the skin on his penis and let the head pop out, he thought he might faint right there on the spot.
It was by far the greatest sensation he had ever felt. Gone was his reluctance to be part of this demonstration. To be honest, he didn’t even remember that he was in a classroom or surrounded by other kids watching and judging him. He only saw Wanda, and he only felt what her delicate olive-skinned fingers were doing to him. The blush left Ralphie’s cheeks, stolen heat rushing south and causing his erection to pulsate and grow even larger in Wanda’s inexperienced hands. He looked down and thought that his penis looked like a fat, bouncing spear with a proud, glistening helmet at the tip.
Wanda found the heat of the penis in her hand strangely nice, but the actual look of the thing sent a jolt of terror through her body that made her want to rush through this demonstration. She tried to get the condom onto the penis but her fingers felt like they were made of bars of lead.
She contorted her face in frustration, “This was so much easier on the mannequin!”
Suddenly her competitive nature flared up and she began wrestling with the penis, which in turn bounced and pulsated in her hands, seeming to react every time she applied a little pressure to it. The mischievous little thing was growing slippery and sliding out of her fingers like this was some sort of game. “Can’t you keep this thing still, Ralph?!” she asked as the fat little penis jerked in her small hands.
Ralphie, of course, was in no state to answer her. Her manipulations were having an unintended effect on him, and his eyes were practically lolling in the back of her hands. He had always considered Wanda a bit abrasive with her unpainted nails and tomboyish attitude, but at the moment, she was the most divine creature to have ever existed. The feeling she was giving his lower regions was nothing short of heavenly. His whole body was shaking under the assault of her manipulations and soon he was bucking on his toes. Ms. Frizzle’s hungry eyes flashed in recognition of what was about to happen, but she coyly kept her mouth shut. All in the interests of science, of course.
Ralphie shuddered as he felt the pressure building somewhere in his lower regions, and felt his abdominal muscles tightening underneath his pudgy belly. “Oh oh ouuuuuuuh!” he moaned incomprehensibly as he reached his breaking point.
A single strand of thin, watery semen pumped out of Ralphie’s penis, but to see the way he was quivering and shaking, you would almost expect a pornstar-level of cum ropes to have shot out of him. He completely melted in Wanda’s grasp, nearly bowling her over before falling helplessly on the ground next to her.
“Oh my!” Ms. Frizzle said again, her tongue running across the bottom of her lip suggestively.
Carlos’ mouth gaped open in shock. He had wanted to make a joke referencing the song “Pop Goes The Weasel”, but found that no sound emitted from his mouth.
Tim, who had been drawing another crude picture of Ralphie, dropped his pencil onto the floor with a sound that cut through the silence of the classroom like a knife. Arnold was shaking almost as much as Ralph.
Phoebe and Dorothy Ann both jumped up from their seats, clapping hands over their mouths as though a wave of electricity just shot through both of them.
Keesha’s eyes looked as wide as saucers as she leaned forward, not wanting to miss a single second of this madness. Her fingernails were embedded so deep into her school desk that they left claw marks in the wood when she moved them.
Wanda simply screamed.
She had no idea what the watery substance that had slapped against her cheek and was now dripping down the side of her chin was. She knew it wasn’t pee, the smell of it was too earthy and chemically to be that. But considering the way that Ralphie was shuddering on the floor, she was sure that she had broken some vital part of him. She couldn’t help but wonder if she had been too rough trying to get the condom on his fat little penis?
In the back of the storage closet, Janet Perlstein shifted uncomfortably in her hiding spot, the gusset of her panties having grown puzzlingly damp.
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