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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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Ms. Frizzle’s classroom immediately descended into pandemonium.
“You were filming us?!” Phoebe shrieked as she jumped behind Tim’s body to conceal her nakedness. Tim grabbed his sketchbook and held it over his flaccid sex with a sheepish look on his face.
“Janet, this is highly unethical in regards to consent,” Dorothy Ann slapped her arm over her budding breasts as she snarled with acid in her eyes.
Carlos thought about pointing out that most of what had happened today had been questionable in terms of consent, but the spiteful expression on her beautiful face frankly terrified him.
“I’m going to kill her” Wanda growled, reluctantly lifting herself off of Arnold’s tongue.
Arnold slapped his hands over his penis upon seeing his cousin in the room. “Don’t look, don’t look!”, he shouted bashfully.
“Not if I kill her first,” Keesha jumped up and rolled her hand into fists, her tiredness all but forgotten as rage shot her body through with adrenaline.
Ralphie yelped at Janet’s sudden appearance, and quickly placed his red baseball hat on his penis. When he put his hands on Keesha’s shoulders to prevent her from launching herself across the room at the voyeuristic interloper, the hat remained propped up on his hardened penis, eliciting a few chuckles from the less panicky boys.
Janet didn’t bother rising off of the floor she fell on, she cowered back into a corner and started pleading incoherently, “P-please no, please no, please don’t, I didn’t, I swear I didn’t-”
Ms. Frizzle silenced all the commotion with a thunderous stamp of her feet. Although she was completely naked and still slightly dripping from her nethers, she commanded the obedience and attention of her students.
“Ms. Li and Ms. Franklin, I’m ashamed of you!” she said, although her angry tone didn’t match the wistful smirk on her face, “You know I don’t allow or advocate for violence in any form in my classroom. Apologize to Ms. Perlstein right now!”
“I’m sorry,” Keesha and Wanda both muttered simultaneously, although their eyes still flashed with hatred. Janet just whimpered in the corner, not even acknowledging that she had been spoken to.
“Thank you for that heartfelt and genuine display of remorse, young ladies!” Ms. Frizzle chirped, before turning to the rest of the class, “Don’t worry everyone, I asked Ms. Perlstein to be here and film this class.”
“Of course, this video won’t be seen by anyone outside of this room,” she continued as she picked the camera up off of the ground, “This video is for us in case we ever need to bone back up on the difficult topics discussed today!”
Janet looked up from her corner with a confused look on her face. None of that was true. She had simply gotten jealous of her younger cousin constantly talking about the “incredible Ms. Frizzle” and her “amazing field trips.” At first, she had just wanted to prove that he was a liar, and after she realized that Ms. Frizzle was truly as crazy as he said she was, she was motivated by getting Ms. Frizzle fired so she never had to hear about her again.
Why the hell was Ms. Frizzle lying to protect her?
“Besides,” Ms. Frizzle shot a malicious glance towards the girl cowering in the corner, “Ms. Perlstein agreed to come visit our class in order to help demonstrate our final lesson! Human bodily functions!”

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Janet Perlstein was a Jewish-American girl with short and curly red hair that bounces with each angry step that she took, giving her a restless appearance. She honestly looked a lot like Arnold, especially with her boyish haircut, but unlike him, she had small freckles sprinkled across her nose and cheeks. Her envious blue eyes seem to sparkle with a mix of skepticism and resentment as she stared down Ms. Frizzle. She wore a conservative blue skirt that fell just above her knees and a well-worn pair of blue Mary Janes. As a top, she wore a short-sleeved polo shirt in the same color as her cousin Arnold, but her’s was inexplicably embroidered with the letter “J”, as though people might forget her name if not subtly reminded of it when they saw her. Her abrasive personality, air of arrogance, history of mean-spiritedness, and childish stubbornness left her fairly unpopular at Walkerville Elementary; although she would claim that it was just because people can’t handle her strong personality.
Janet stared down the rim of a nerdy, pink glasses at Ms. Frizzle. There was no way in hell she was debasing herself like everyone else had. She clenched her hands into fists and prepared to tell Ms. Frizzle off for being a perverted old woman when the teacher’s gaze suddenly froze her in her tracks. There was something…off about the way the woman’s eyes bore into her. Janet felt a weird sensation in her head, as though there were clawed fingers lightly tapping at the back of her brain. Suddenly she felt herself unclenching her fists and walking to the front of the classroom, as though her body had a mind of its own. She tried to cry out, but her mouth felt like it was welded shut.
“Bodily functions? What’s she mean by that?” Ralphie questioned.
“I don’t know, but it better be something really embarrassing,” Wanda said icily.
“I can’t watch this!” Arnold moaned with his hands covering his face.
“I can!” Carlos chuckled good-naturedly, excited to see Arnold’s bossy cousin brought down a peg.
HELP ME, HELP ME, HELP ME YOU IDIOTS! CAN’T YOU SEE SHE’S DONE SOMETHING TO ME!
All Janet could do was scream in her own mind she pulled her polo-shirt up over her head, exposing a slightly pudgy belly, and a flat chest that was just as undeveloped as Wanda’s, a girl two years her junior. However, unlike Wanda’s small nipples, Janet’s were big, round, and puffy; standing out even more prominently because of her boyish torso. The class laughed cruelly at this, showing none of the respect they showed to their friends during the previous demonstrations. It was even more humiliating for Janet, because the class and Ms. Frizzle had all put back on their clothes, so now she was the only one in any state of undress.
“I can’t believe she acts so high and mighty with that bird chest,” Ralphie quipped contently.
“A few weeks ago she refused to let me sit at her lunch table because I’m ‘just a little kid’, but she’s flatter and less developed than me!” Phoebe noted with pride.
“She doesn’t even wear a bra,” Tim chuckled from the back of the class, already putting the finishing touches on an unflattering photo of Janet and her lack of womanly assets.
“I’m not sure they make bras that concave!” Carlos giggled, and for once the class giggled alongside him.
Whereas Phoebe’s body had a light smattering of freckles distributed prettily, Janet seemed spotted and mottled like a dalmatian. The pricks of red running the course of her pale body were burning with self-consciousness.
Janet’s entire body flashed red in embarrassment. Was her chest really so hilarious? Was she really so silly-looking that even Carlos’ lame jokes got laughs? She tried to yell, curse them out, throw things, and run; but her body instead moved robotically as though someone else was controlling it. All she could do was stare out of her own eyes towards the sea of judgment and contempt looking back at her.
How strange it felt to be a passive passenger in her own body, how utterly violating and frightening!
She felt herself moving again and could do nothing as she grabbed a towel from the storage closet and placed it on the ground beneath her. She then removed her shoes, glasses, and skirt; folding them neatly in a pile on the towel alongside her polo. She was left wearing nothing but a pair of bright yellow panties with the word Tuesday written across the back; a fact which caused a peal of laughter to ring out as it was Friday.
IT’S JUST A CUTE DESIGN YOU IDIOTS, YOU DON’T ACTUALLY HAVE TO WEAR THEM ON THE DAY IT SAYS!! THEY ARE CLEAN, I SWEAR!!
She screamed at them from inside her head, but her body spun around and actually began shaking her pantied butt at them, eliciting even more laughter.
“I think your cuz has lost it, bro,” Ralphie winked at Arnold.
Arnold had taken his hands off his eyes and was simply staring at his cousin in disbelief, he never imagined he would ever see her shake her flat, bony ass wearing practically nothing.
Janet tried to fight what she felt her body doing next, but all she managed to do was cause her temples to break out in a heavy sweat. Her fingers reached towards the waistband of her tight little yellow panties, but instead of taking them down, she pulled the waistband out as far as it would go and then allowed it to snap back, sending a shock of pain shooting through her hips. She did this several more times before a thin red welt rose up on her skin.
“According to my research, this is called masochism!” Dorothy Ann said as she thumbed through a book of sexual proclivities.
“Okay, where the hell are you getting all of these books?” Carlos eyed her suspiciously. “They won’t even let us get Huckleberry Finn in the library anymore and you have the entire Kama Sutra in your backpack!?”
Dorothy Ann reached into her pack and pulled out an actual copy of the Kama Sutra and winked at Carlos, stunning him into an excited silence.
STOP TALKING ABOUT DISGUSTING THINGS AND HELP ME, YOU IMBECILES!! CAN’T YOU SEE MS. FRIZZLE FOR THE MONSTER THAT SHE IS? HOW DOES ANY OF THIS SEEM NORMAL TO YOU?!
Janet’s hands grasped the back of her panties, but once again, refrained from pulling them down. This time she pulled the back of her panties up tightly until she was painfully wedgieing herself in front of everyone. The cotton of the panties was soon riding up her front and back holes agonizingly. The humiliated girl felt her eyes begin to tear up as the panties bit and sawed into her most private of places. The class could see the areas between her legs growing red and irritated as the fabric of her childish underwear continued to bite into her aching holes.
“What does this have to do with bodily functions?!” Arnold wailed in confusion.
“I think she’s just a little freak with a pain fetish,” Keesha giggled.
AAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!
She screamed silently in her head and her eyes rolled back into her head at the intense pain shooting through her lower body, until finally the thin cotton panties could not handle the pressure and tore apart in her hands.
Her vulva was red and angry from the harsh treatment it just endured, and a patch of thorny, coppery hair decorated her pubic mound. Her inner labia lips were large, pushing out from her vulva and curling over invitingly.
Janet felt her stolen body bringing the shattered remains of her underwear up to her nose and giving them a big whiff, before grimacing and tossing them in the garbage can. She waved her hand in front of her nose and said in a strangely robotic tone, “Whew! I should have changed those days ago!”
The class was laughing even more raucously now, and even Arnold was lightly snickering at the pathetic, humiliating display his cousin was putting on.
NOOOOOO! THAT’S NOT TRUE, THEY’RE CLEAN!! DON’T LISTEN TO ME!! THAT’S NOT ME SPEAKING!!
Now that she was fully nude, Janet felt her body breaking out into a variety of embarrassing poses, as though she were a high-class fashion model with a perfectly toned physique, rather than a pudgy little bookworm with gangly limbs and several patches of eczema dotting the landscape of her pale body. She shook her flat chest tantalizingly at the boys, which only caused them to guffaw and cackle at her expense. She did wide kicking poses that caused her pussy to spread open obscenely from beneath her tangled thatch of copper pubic hair. She even bent over and spread her cheeks, giving the classroom the first look at her wrinkly, dark brown anus, which was truly closer to purple in its coloration if she was honest.
NOOOOOOOOOO! PLEASE, ANYTHING BUT THIS!!!!
The wrinkled texture and discoloration of her anus were one of the parts of her body Janet was most insecure about. It was apparently the result of a visually unappealing but benign genetic condition on her mother’s side of the family, called an "Anorectal Malformation". She wanted to explain this, but she still couldn’t manage to make herself say anything. She just stood there dumbly, flaunting her ugly, little asshole as though it was something she was proud of.
“T-that’s disgusting! Doesn’t she wipe properly?” Phoebe said, before slapping her hand over her mouth, realizing how rude of a thing that was to say.
“Why does it look like that? Why is it that color?” Dorothy Ann’s face was contorted with disgust. After familiarizing herself with several cute assholes today, she felt confident labeling Janet’s as the ugliest she had ever seen and ever wished to see.
“Yelch!” Arnold stuck his tongue out and felt a queasiness overcome him.
“I can’t imagine the things that have fallen into the gravity of that gross black hole!” quipped Carlos. .
“Actually, I think we’re about to be treated with a demonstration of what falls out of it,” Ms. Frizzle cooed from behind her desk. .
Wait…WHAT?! You're insane! This is illegal, y-you just can't!
Realization finally dawned on Janet Perlstein about what she was about to be forced to do in front of the class and she panicked.
PLEASE MS. FRIZZLE, I’M SORRY! I’LL DO ANYTHING! I’LL DESTROY THE TAPE! JUST PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME DO THIS! NOT IN FRONT OF ARNOLD! NOT IN FRONT OF ANYONE!!
Ms. Frizzle perked up in her seat, almost as though she could hear Janet’s inner monologue, and pointed up at the bookshelf sitting in the corner of the room. Liz, the classroom chameleon, who I’m just this second learning is canonically supposed to be a girl lizard, sat on one of the upper shelves holding Janet’s recording camera in its reptilian hands. How a lizard managed this amazing anthropomorphic feat is beyond the scope of this current story.
“The tape is fine,” Mr. Frizzle mused pleasantly to the young girl, “Liz has been filming your entire demonstration.”
YOU’RE FILMING ME?!! YOU FILMED ME STRIPPING LIKE A FOOL? YOU FILMED ME RIPPING MY OWN LITTLE PANTIES? YOU FILMED MY TINY LITTLE BOOBIES? YOU FILMED MY…MY…GROSS LITTLE HINEYHOLE?
Janet’s normally impressive vocabulary seemed to fail her as panic set in. If this video got out, it would ruin her! The fact that she had been fine with this happening to everyone else in the classroom, including her cousin, didn't really occur to her. Hypocrisy didn’t have much effect on her, as she wasn’t capable of much self-awareness.
Janet wailed internally as she felt her body adopt a familiar crouching position over the towel holding her clothes, shoes, and glasses. She felt herself unwittingly pushing down on her bladder although she was trying with all her remaining willpower to stop.
NO NO NO NO NO!! PLEASE DON’T LOOK, ARNOLD! TURN AWAY! I-IT’S REALLY GOING TO HAPPEN!
A powerful jet of mustard-yellow piss shot out of Janet’s urethral opening with a force that stunned the entire classroom into momentary silence before they began jeering and laughing again. The piss splashed harshly against the pile of clothes at her feet, a few droplets managing to veer off course and loudly splash onto the linoleum floor.
“Whoa, she’s a super soaker!” Ralphie giggled
“How does she intend to wear those clothes out of here? Class is almost over!” Phoebe asked in bewilderment.
“Oh no, she’s supposed to be riding home with me today!” Arnold moaned miserably.
“According to my research, pee this dark and smelly-,” Dorothy Ann said while pinching her cute little nose, “Is evidence of poor hydration!”
Tim nodded in agreement as he pulled his shirt up over his nose to block the wafting scent of Janet’s odorous piss. You would have thought a day spent in a small classroom full of sweaty, naked bodies would smell fairly unpleasant, but this was honestly the first instance he could think of where someone’s body odor actually offended his senses.
S-stop making fun of me! Y-you all probably stink worse when you go…
Janet’s inner monologue defended herself but was lacking in conviction, all the harsh comments had torn a chink into her armor of confidence, and now a torrent of insecurity was sweeping in. Her piss was still shooting out of her with a sickening hissing sound, and even she had to admit that the smell rising up from her soiled clothes was anything but pleasant. She immediately made plans to drink more water and less sugary sodas, as the revolting warmth of her urine pooling around her feet made her stomach churn uncomfortably.
Finally, her bladder fully emptied itself, after squirting out those last few remnants of piss that always seem to come after the main load to frustratingly stain your underwear. Her pissflaps were still dripping and her sodden public hair was slick and matted with her bitter leavings. The pungent scent in the air turned her stomach, but at least the demonstration was done, and she could go find some corner in which to wallow in humiliation until the class was dismissed...
O-Okay, I did it. You humiliated me. Now set me free you crazy bi-
Suddenly Janet felt her body involuntarily going onto all fours and turning her ass around to face the class. She awkwardly posed herself so that her little butt cheeks were spread right open and her disgusting little butthole was aimed directly over her pile of belongings.
No, please! Anything but this! I’m begging you! I’m pleading! Talk to me, please! Let me apologize! You can’t do this!! You can’t make me do this!!
Ms. Frizzle shot her a mirthless, malevolent smirk, but said nothing as Janet’s final humiliation began.
Janet felt her body take a deep breath and began to push with intention, the pressure building up quickly in her abdomen. She could feel the tightness of her muscles as she strained and could hear herself groaning despite her best efforts to silence herself. Her face was contorted in an intense look of concentration and discomfort, which might have been somewhat cute if it wasn’t in the context of her about to have a massive bowel movement. Her eyes began to water at her complete helplessness and degradation.
“S-she can’t really be,” Phoebe moaned and clamped both hands over her mouth in horror at what she was witnessing.
“I think I’m going to be sick,” Ralphie muttered, his face turning slightly green.
“I have to admit I’m having a little trouble understanding the educational value of this,” Dorothy Ann mused aloud.
Janet’s body pushed and pushed, but all she managed to accomplish was making her gross little asshole wink open and close at her tormentors. “Come on Janet,” she moaned in that robotic voice that was not quite her own. “You can do this...” she croaked painfully as she rubbed her belly to help get things moving.
PPPRRRRBBBBFFFFTTT! FFFFFFFFRRRRRTTTTTTPPP!
Color tinged Janet’s tear-streaked cheeks as she suddenly began farting loudly, quickly filling the room in embarrassing noises and a smell that was meaty and musky in a way that stung her nostrils. Still nothing solid emerged from her backside, although a thin string of sickly-looking brown fluid dripped out of her ass as she let out one more big, humiliating fart.
KKRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTT!
"Just a little bit more," Janet whispered in that robotic voice as her abdominal muscles pushed with all their might, and suddenly she could feel the warmth of waste pushing itself against her back entrance. “A-almost there…” she moaned miserably, feeling like something was trying to rip its way out of her butthole. Suddenly and without warning, Janet’s eyes bulged. She was suddenly back in control of her body, but it was far too late to stop what was happening. A panicked expression swept over her face and she swung her head towards Ms. Frizzle, who stared back at the poor girl with a bemused, oblivious expression on her face. Janet turned her eyes back towards all the fellow kids watching her and screamed, "O-Oh god, here it comes!"
An acrid scent quickly filled the air before anything happened, Janet’s nasty little asshole gaping open and remaining that way as though it was being stretched open by invisible little fingers. Janet groaned again as the pain in her lower half caused her hands and knees to buckle. Her face scrunched up as she strained desperately. She began gasping heavily, pushing with all her might, and suddenly a spurt of foul-smelling diarrhea shot out of her ass. As she was still sitting on all fours with her ass angled up in the air, the liquidy excrement not only seeped into and soiled her pile of clothes, but also sprayed droplets all over the chairs and desks behind her.
The kids immediately behind her squealed and jumped in horror, preferring to find seats a little further back.
“This is why you never buy seats in the Splash Zone!” Carlos quipped, recalling his trip to SeaWorld last year.
“CARLOS!!” the class moaned in response.
Several more spurts of stinking, horrific diarrhea shot out of Janet’s backside with such intensity that it burned her bottom when it did. “Ohhhhh, ohhh no…Forgive me...I’m so sorry Ms. Frizzle, I’m so sorry…” she moaned pitifully.
Tim, who had been making a crude drawing of all of this, suddenly shook his head and threw away the paper. Some things were simply too horrific to be immortalized through art.
“What a foul little…freak,” Phoebe moaned angrily. She was the kindest, most thoughtful girl in the class, but the display Janet was making of herself was not only an insult to the female gender, but it was also an insult to basic human decency!
"I-I'm sorry," Janet stammered, feeling the tears streaming down her face. "I-I can’t help it! Hnngg!" Her face was still twisted into an expression of pained frustration, so she clearly wasn’t done yet.
“You’re disgusting!” exclaimed Keesha while waving her hand in front of her nose.
“She’s vile,” Ralphie was pinching his nostrils, but the smell still seemed to assault her senses.
“I think I’m just going to walk home today,” Arnold bemoaned dejectedly, not wanting to share a car with this foul, pooping creature he had once looked up to.
“You really need to look into your diet if this is the state of your bowel movements,” Dorothy Ann said pointedly. She kept looking at the clock on the wall, hoping they would be dismissed soon.
“Fff…fff…fuck!” Janet screamed again as she felt the excruciating sensation of hard, solid waste slowly pushing its way out of her. She could feel her anus stretching around a big log as it emerged, and even worse, she could hear the sickening crackling sounds her ass was making. The sound echoed across the thin walls of the small classroom, and probably into the hallway outside. “Fuck! It hurts!”
She whimpered in pain and frustration as her bowels pushed and then stopped, pushed and then stopped. She simply didn’t have the strength to finish. She collapsed in a sweaty heap, with a long brown turd hanging out of her like a dog tail as she whined miserably.
“I guess she’s not housebroken,” Carlos shrugged, earning more groans from the horrified class.
Unfortunately, whatever was controlling her body would not simply let her give up, and she felt herself being pushed back up onto her hands and knees. “F-fine, I’ll finish it!!” she cried with an animalistic snarl.
Her face scrunched up once again as she pushed and strained and grit her teeth as hard as she possibly could, and finally, her efforts were rewarded. She could suddenly feel the warmth of the waste as it slid out of her and fell onto her pile of clothes in a series of loud, humiliating plops. She felt the soothing relief of the waste leaving her body. She could feel the sensation of it as it slowly pushed its way through her tortured intestines, and she could feel the pleasure of it as it finally released. The thick, hard logs of shit pushing their way out of her backhole had the unintentional consequence of stimulating her exhausted body. She had never even considered her anus a possible erogenous zone, but pushing out those big, heavy loads somehow felt amazing to her.
Unfortunately, the smell was so heinous that the class was now gagging and running to open the windows.
“My my, what a filthy little girl you are!” Ms. Frizzle giggled from her seat at the front of the room; apparently, the only one unaffected by the horrendous smell now permeating every inch of the classroom.
That final rudeness, that final incivility; combined with the feeling of her asshole having been gaped and stretched to its very limit, caused Janet to seize and spasm on the floor. An orgasm rocketed through her body, the muscles in her vagina contracting rhythmically to her racing heartbeat. It was the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced, way more intense than when she had one of her secret, late-night ministrations under the covers. Her broad, puffy nipples stood out obscenely on her flat chest, and with an inhuman shriek, she fell backward onto her pile of soiled clothing, moaning dumbly and clutching the ginger mop above her pussy as she squirted arousal fluid forcefully. She grunted unabashedly in a wanton, unintelligible way. It took a few minutes for her to calm down, but she felt a deep sense of debasement as she lay there, her body exposed and her waste pooling around her. Finally, she managed to weakly get up on shaky knees and find a clean towel to wrap around herself, as her ruined clothes were not something she ever wished to have on her body again.
Fecal fluids slid slowly down desks and chairs, a bizarre new topography emerging where none had been before. Occasionally a drip would fall with an odd limpid plash, stirring unease amongst the students. The floor beneath her was a mosaic of her own muddy releases; drops and splatters blurring into an odorous, oily veil. Beneath its coating, the old dimensions of the room seemed to waver and breathe, revealing faint glimpses of angles and spaces otherwise invisible.
In the end, the dismissal bell finally rang and Ms. Frizzle’s class collected their things and piled out the door, eager to escape the noxious odor that seemed to have seeped into every corner of the room. They had experienced embarrassment, pleasure, horror, and disgust in class today; but what they left with was cherished inside jokes and shared memories between them that would last a lifetime. Few days in Ms. Frizzle's class could ever be described as perfectly ordinary, but this was by far the strangest, most bizarre day of school her students had ever experienced. One thing that couldn’t be denied is that the experience brought them all together, especially in regard to the couples that partnered together towards the end. Acquaintances had become respected friends and childish crushes had blossomed into powerful romantic bonds. Would time slowly unravel those bonds or would the memory of this day act as a sealant for matters of the heart?
Janet, however, had no such pleasant memories or bonds of camaraderie to take with her at the end of the day. The only thing she left with was a deep sense of shame, and perhaps a slight rewiring in her brain to associate defecation with sex. With a tearful sniff, she wrapped herself up tightly in her towel and followed the rest of the class out the door, prepared to make a mad dash for her dad’s car before anyone could stop and question her about why she was dressed so inappropriately on school premises. Ms. Frizzle waved pleasantly to the young girl as she hurried past, noticing her broken expression and downcast eyes with a delighted experience. The kooky teacher simply shrugged and then did a quick scan of her thoroughly soiled classroom.
“I suppose the Janitor has his work cut out for him this week!” she said with a final giggle.
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