Exploding Toilet Novels & Stories

I sighed then fulfilled her request. She stepped out of the bathroom while fiddling with her fingers. She was avoiding eye contact. Just then, the noise of the flushing water from the toilet made her jump. "What --is that? Did the toilet flush itself? " She seemed horrified. "Yes. It's automated. " I explained. "Cool. " She mumbled, then continued fiddling with her fingers. "Now, may I know why you're like this? Drunk? I thought that you guys were studying for tomorrow's exams."

“Did you need something?” I hated how my eyes kept flickering toward the bathroom door. “I actually wanted your advice. I was thinking of—” She cut herself off when the sound of a loud toilet flush suddenly echoed from inside the bathroom. “Automatic flushing!” I said quickly. Lynn blinked. “That exists?” “Apparently. Humans use it all the time. I think the thing’s broken… just like my stomach.” “Right. Well, as I was saying —” The faucet turned on. Lynn was on her feet before I could react, suspicion flashing across her face.

All the mod cons. I opened the door expecting the usual hole in the ground, but was stunned to find an actual toilet, with a wooden seat. There was no flush, so it was probably just a deep hole with a chair over it, but it felt like I’d just walked into the penthouse suite of some fancy hotel. There was even toilet paper! Well, a stack of dried leaves, but they really felt smooth and soft. I sat there, enjoying the near normality, when the sound of water splashing told me someone was probably washing their hands in the trough. I then overheard the following conversation:

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!”

I asked Cathy. She pointed to a door. "In there." I headed to the bathroom. "Don't use the toilet. That one doesn't flush anymore." I could hear the running water in the commode. I washed my hands and wiped them on my shirt. There was no towel in the bathroom. Then I took the top off the tank and examined inside. Nothing complicated. The chain that connected the stopper to the handle extension was missing. Lifting the rubber stopper, I saw it was under the lip, the cause of the running water. I reattached the chain, and tested the flushing. Worked fine.

Sheri answered, as if she understood my grumbling. I staggered out of the bed and made my way to the bathroom where I waited patiently for my erection to subside enough to pee through it. I read the plaque above the toilet reminding me, "If it's yellow, let it mellow, if it's brown, flush it down." Just below that was a reminder to keep toilet paper and other paper items out of the toilet. Foregoing the morning flush, I splashed some water on my face, rinsed my mouth with someone's mouthwash, picked the junk out of my eyes, took two deep breaths and went out to face the world. My staff was still semi-hard, in appreciation of the scenery.

He ran back into the toilet, squatted down, reached into the toilet bowl, grabbed the excrement, and stuffed it into his mouth… A few servants glanced in confusion when they saw the driver running out of the toilet while holding his pants, then their confusion turned into shock and disgust when they shifted their glances and saw Kian squatting in front of the toilet bowl, scooping and eating shit with a happy grin on his face. They started to vomit one by one. One of them yelled frantically, “Hurry and stop him! He now eats the ones that are sterilized in the pressure cooker, he can’t eat the fresh ones, it will make him sick!”

The odor felt rotten on my nostrils, it’s too intoxicating in a bad way. I found him in the doorway of the bathroom, he looks worried as he saw me kneeling in front of the toilet. “ Throw it!” I scream when the smell became too strong for me. Tears started to form on the side of my eyes as I felt turmoil inside of my stomach. It felt like a hand, digging and mixing every organ inside of me. It felt like I wanted to vomit everything inside of me. I heard shuffling of shoes and some movement from the living room, the loud banging of the door but I don’t care. My hands gripped the side of the toilet when I felt the whirlpool in my stomach again and I hate Major Sullivan.

The efficient time it took to gain access to the apartment—and to set the pressure switch—pleased him. Setting up the Semtex charge inside the water tank took skill, but connecting the explosives to a double pressure switch between the toilet bowl and the seat had made him sweat. It was foolproof. Mr. Da Silva would return from his dinner. If he needed to piss, he’d raise the toilet seat which would trigger the switch and blow him to pieces. However, if Da Silva decided to sit on the crapper, the second pressure switch would also activate the water charge. He reached into a packed cooler and pulled out a Tupperware filled with Bigilla, carrots and crackers. He loved the Maltese version of Hu

Tank, I’m going to kill you, you dirty bastard. The toilet is overflowing, and the facets left on full. The bathroom is flooded with shit and water. Fucking great! I get to work cleaning. I gag a few times and get the mess cleaned up. The bathroom is now sparkling as I rip the gloves off my hands. The door bangs open and one of the members runs to the stall, undoing his belt. He slams the door and the sounds coming from him make me pull a face and I grab the cleaning cart and leave.