But I Poop From There Novels & Stories

“They won’t bring any profit.” She laughed, and it was oddly melodic. “So you’re in there. Why’d you leave your stuff lying around?” “Well,” I said, leaning against the door, “I’m feeding this poor toilet. It needed food.” “Really? I hope whatever you're feeding it doesn’t stink.” “Trust me, it smells like flowers.” I laughed. “Indeed.” Then I started coughing as the air filled with smoke. “Are you smoking?” I asked, coughing harder.

As Mr Richardson stepped in, I told Mr Bipolar I'd be taking my leave and I did. The rest of the day went pretty well for me. How relieved I felt! It was as though I'd gotten rid of a heavy log that had been weighing me down. I was safe and didn't have to worry about STD anymore. I made a mental note to never ever drink again in public. After work, I decided to head home really quick but my bowels had other plans. I found myself in the restroom for over an hour, discharging poop like a grenade launcher as I remained glued to the toilet seat. I had no idea what was wrong with me today.

I’d later gone home paranoid and with blue balls. "Where did you see it?" I asked, my eyes flicking from the pouch to her face. "In your wastebasket," she replied simply, pointing toward the corner of the room. "I was emptying the trash and it caught my eye. It didn't look like something that belonged in the garbage." I smirked, the predator in me finally waking up.

She looks unconvinced and my heart skips a beat. “You’re just constipated. Did you use the bathroom since yesterday?” “Constipated?” Her eyes widen and she pales further, her shoulders slumping down. “You mean my butt?” “No, honey. I mean your stomach. This is where poop goes and since you haven’t used the toilet since last morning, you’ve got too much inside your tummy and that’s why it hurts. I think it’s time you get rid of it before your belly swells even more.” “Ew!” she exclaims and looks down at her stomach like she can’t believe what I’m telling her. “So there’s a giant turd stuck inside me right now?”

Focus. "I need to pee!!" Yeah, no one has the time to be romantic this morning. They quickly give me space to get up from the bed. As I rush to the toilet, I mentally start cooking up ways to leave the country. This embarrassment may very well kill me before any unknown creature does. Convenient.

And I stopped. “What was that?” I said, under my breath. Before I could think again, the toilet exploded. Not fire. Not glass. Just poop. Thick, hot, sticky poop. It flew from the bowl and hit me in the face, my neck, my chest. From the other toilets too. Four of them. It poured down like a waterfall of waste. I screamed so loud! But no one came. "Help!" I yelled! "Somebody help me!" The smell was so terrible. My nose and my skin burned. I fell back on my butt and slipped on the poop, falling hard on the floor. I tried getting up but I couldn’t because the entire floor was drenched in… pee? Poop? Dirt? All three?

AND, IF YOU STOP REPLYING, I WILL KEEP NAGGING YOU! Will_the_devil I know, that's why I am not even trying. I_pooped GOOD, YOU ARE LEARNING. NOW, LET'S COME TO THE POINT. Will_the_devil Yeah...why don't you simply accept that you care? I_pooped WILLY...ARE YOU ON SOMETHING? WHERE IS THIS COMING FROM? Will_the_devil I DON'T KNOW...PROBABLY, FROM AN ORGAN IN MY BODY THAT IS BEATING AT AN UNNATURAL PACE RIGHT NOW.

I said getting out of the bed. He laughed his voice raspy and sexy. “Where are you going?” he held my wrist and pulled me back, lying on top of me. “Don’t go.” “I have to poop” I tried to reason. Hey, it was a good reason. “Poop here. I love you so I love your poop” he simply stated and I made a contorted face. “And I will probably even love the smell of it,” he added, pecking my cheek. “Well, I am glad to hear that. I’m flattered, I truly am”

Yeah world's costliest coffee is made by an animal's poop. I stopped myself from throwing up... I love coffee and how can it be made it with poop. Ewww... I'm proud of myself as I got successfully distracted from that guy. But God doesn't want me to live peacefully so he sent my sister to pester me in the meantime. Yeah perfect!. She could atleast wipe her lips properly. She's a sample of how girls look like after a make out.

Because of your perverted side. I am in the comfort room now, and I slowly sit in the bowl so that I can poop in the comfort room. "What's wrong with me? Even when I sit or am pooping, it is very hurtful. Garshhhhh!!!. After pooping, I came back to my room, and later on, I started to lay down. I was thinking of something and I just realized.... "Waittttt!!, Where is that stranger!? Oh my, he left me without telling me his name." I slapped my face again.