Despicable Me Tiny Toilet Novels & Stories

I was not going crazy. Mum’s room was empty, so were the two other rooms in the house, leaving me with only the room at the end of the hall to check. The guest bathroom. The color of the walls was faded green, the toilet a rusty representation of what it once was. A small rat was scratching madly at something beneath the toilet seat. Tru, the silent giant was crouched above the sink, most of his weight trying to fit into the bowl shape of the sink. Tru and I stared at each other, the absurdity of the situation striking me dumb. Then the ghost appeared. She was a bit more robust than the last time I saw her, and shorter. A lot shorter, as in about two feet shorter.

As she exited the classroom she saw Jenifer heading towards the toilet, as per her wish she followed Jenifer then locked the toilet from the front, and put up a broken toilet board so that no one would enter the toilet. "Spend the night in the toilet, Jenifer," Zoya said happily. Zoya left with a happy face, then she went to the dormitory and lay down while playing with her favorite crystal stone. *** Jenifer tried to open the toilet door like someone was trying to play a trick on her. Jenifer used her strength to open the door. "You bastard, you think I'm a normal human," Jenifer muttered. When Jenifer came out of the toilet she also found the toilet board broken.

"How long were you in there for?" Saskia shrugged, but her body language was stiff. "Two days." "Two days!" Shaun repeated incredulously. "The four of you lived in a tiny room together for two days?" "It's a miracle we survived," Saskia said with a grim smile. "And I don't mean your attacker. Leeza can be a grade A bitch when she's feeling claustrophobic." Fatima laughed and shook her head. "How did you go to the bathroom?" Saskia pushed herself off the floor and hunted around the room until she found a nearly invisible seam in the wall. She pushed hard on the section of wall and it swung out. A basic toilet and sink were in a tiny cubicle that would only fit one person at a time.

The third was just a drawing of a very long penis with a smiley face at the tip. When I saw the pregnant message, I tossed the stick away like it was on fire. And because my life was just so awesome, it landed with a nice plinking noise in the toilet bowl. “Are you done yet?” a man’s voice called through the door. “Are you dead?” “I have diarrhea!” I yelled. “You don’t want to use this one!” “It’s the only one in the store, lady!”

and the guards, the damn guards! Well no more excuses, if I can find time to runaway with a deaf stranger, four fucking times I might add, then I can find time to do my actual fucking job. I'm taking my fear and I'm shoving it far up my ass! Anyways, no offense, but Janet is insane. There is no need to do any of the stuff she’s been saying for the past thirty minutes. The toilet is already spotless I seriously cannot imagine it being any cleaner than this. I pour in a bit of all the liquids and powders she gave to me earlier and give the toilet a vigorous scrub.

He examined the ceiling. “So,” he said after what felt like an eternity. “So,” I echoed. He said nothing again. Awkward silence. I shifted my weight, my elbow bumping the shower curtain rod. Clink. Then, another sound was heard—a skittering, scratching noise from the corner near the base of the toilet. We both froze. A small, sleek, grey shape darted out from behind the porcelain. Beady black eyes glinted in the fluorescent light. A rat. A huge one!

“Including where people least expect it. That’s why we keep the toilets spotless too.” “Got it. I’ll assign the new guy as toilet VIP,” Desa quipped, scribbling something on her notepad. I raised an eyebrow. “And how do you plan to test if it’s comfortable?” He turned to me, eyes gleaming with mischief. He leaned in, his breath grazing my ear. “We’ll break it in. If it gives us at least three orgasms, I’ll call it approved.” My cheeks flamed, but my mind was already racing. Him. Me. That chaise. In a place no one would dare imagine.

"That stupid toilet bowl is messing with me again! Kuya is to blame! He left his boxer brief in the bathroom, and it fell into the toilet bowl as I was pouring water on it! How do you unclog a stupid toilet bowl?! ” Hazel burst out laughing. "Suck it, lady." Jewel grinned as Gabbi's expression darkened. "You're the only one who can suck a stupid toilet bowl, and maybe you can suck the septic tank as well," Gabbi said. "That's enough," Jewel said quietly, returning to the keyboard. Hazel and Gabbi were not very good at playing jokes because they often took jokes personally, which resulted in a nasty fight. Gabbi was grumpy, and Hazel adored grumpiness.

Dionysus laughed after hearing that. "Alright. Let's calm down first. We're getting through this together. I'll g****e some ways on how to unclog a toilet. Hang on." Dionysus carefully scanned everything that showed on the internet and told Zoey about a certain way that he was sure would actually work. "You just need a trash bag and tape. That's it." "Very clever, Chevalier. But, in case you haven't noticed, I don't have a trash bag and a freaking tape here!" Dionysus stood up and knocked on the door.

Where the hell is that damn LA City Yue club girl? Really, someone should have given it a nuke to blow it up. Especially the part that develops to the extreme. To be able to design such a disgusting, lowly sex device. “Jenny? Wow, brother, are you constipated? Sitting on the toilet for that long?" Outside the toilet, suddenly the voice of a colleague sounded, causing Jenny, who was looking up at the sky and screaming in pain, suddenly became silent.