Jim walks over to the teacher’s desk and whips out his hypnoray. He whispers his commands into her ear before making her get up so he can sit in her chair.

The lesson begins pretty normally. Mrs. Stone is going on and on with the dry, formal strictness her class hates her for. She begins scribbling this and that on the board as necessary. Eventually, she has to write something on the bottom, forcing her to squat to have an easier time. Her legs are spread unnecessarily far apart, causing her skirt to ride up her legs somewhat.

It is then that the lesson finally gets interesting. Mrs. Stone stops writing entirely and lets out a mighty fart. Her scowl of stone never so much as twitches, even as a few of her students giggle. Without any shame or hesitation, she heaves with an audible grunt. At first nothing. Then the class gasps as Mrs. Stone’s pantyhose dips below the hem of her skirt. Pushing it down is a great mass of solid waste. Rank in scent and of prodigious girth, it has to be stretching her wide as it fills every possible square inch of her undergarments and spills out into her hose. Many schoolkids are clutching their noses and going “ewwwww” or some such, except for, as Jim notices, Katie and her friends who are clearly awestruck.

Unfortunately, like all good things, Mrs. Stone’s bowel movement comes to an end. She stands up, adjusts her skirt, and looks at her class, “What? Never seen a grown woman make potty of her pants? I’ll have you know that it’s a time honored tradition in this country and I better see you all giving it the respect it deserves! In fact, that will be a future lesson for you all so get ready!”

With that, she goes back to teaching the class as if everything was normal. Many uncertain or worried looks are exchanged among the class, but Jim is struggling not to laugh.

“This hypnoray is almost too much fun!” he thinks to himself.

Mrs. Stone finishes her lecture and hands out the day’s work. What happens now?