Exploding Toilet Novels & Stories

I pulled it out, holding it between my thumb and forefinger with a knowing gaze. You see, it contained a fine, odorless powder, a potent little concoction I'd acquired from a disreputable source weeks ago for a situation just like this. It was a straight-up diarrhea-inducing agent, so powerful it would make you visit the toilet a dozen times in a single hour. It caused painful cramps, uncontrollable urgency, and utter, complete humiliation.

With a deep, muffled boom, the built-up gas inside the shark’s belly finally exploded. “Ahh!” “Run! The shark’s blowing up!” Screams erupted as people scattered in every direction. Rotting flesh and thick slime blasted everywhere, and the stench smelled like someone had set off a biological weapon. It was absolutely vile. The shark had been bloated for days from trapped nitrogen gases. When it finally burst, the explosion was catastrophic, and along with the blast, my limbs were hurled out.

Jesse seemed to be enamored with it, too. Jesse reached over it and turned a knob. Water spewed upward out of the spiket. “What do you use that thing for?” Tom asked. He was really confounded by it. “I think how it works is after you take a shit, you can hang your ass over the bowl and turn on the faucet. The water alone is supposed to wash the crack of your ass and even the front of ya,” Jesse answered. “Ew!” Tom and Dax cried out in disgust.

His hair was still messy, making him look even sexier. Before he could reply, the bathroom door burst open and Tommy ran inside. “Mommy!” he yelled putting his little hands on the sides of his head. I went and lifted him into my arms. “What’s wrong, baby.” “Daddy froze the toilet.” he complained. “The water is not coming out.” I caught a whiff of the familiar offending smell from the toilet and wrinkled my nose. “Don’t worry about it baby,” I said with a smile. “I’ll fix it.”

Dirty, cracked vinyl floors pulled away from the walls, and the once white tub was brown on the bottom, the surrounding tiles covered in mildew. The whole thing was straight out of a horror movie. Then again, I was in the middle of one, so it didn’t faze me too much after what had already happened. I stared down at the toilet with its chipped seat and discolored bowl. Being my only option, I heaved a sigh and sat down. It wasn’t like I really needed to be concerned with germs anyway. My mind was quiet, still stunned. I was going through the motions, drifting in an ocean of uncertainty. How was I going to get out of this mess?

Plus if we stayed up late enough we'd actually be able to see how our destruction upset everyone. The fun in destroying shit is seeing how much it upsets people. The potatoes and eggs were a success! I found myself wanting something more though. There was one more thing I had up my sleeve. "You guys wanna see something crazy?" I asked. "Pull over." Henry did so. "What do you got man?" I opened my backpack. "Tristian is that a fucking bomb?" Viola asked. "It's more like an explosive. Not like a big one though." "What are you doing with that, man?" Chris asked.

Koji realizes that Katon wants to kill himself with Rian. When Rian hits Katon’s body, Katon is exploding heavily. Rian’s attack did trigger such an explosion as Trichloroacetic Acid is a high explosive material and it reacts to shock impact like thunder. Anyone trapped in such an explosion will die, not to mention it comes from a Doki-Doki user. Their deaths are absolute. Everyone is shocked by seeing it. They go sad as Katon sacrificed himself for all of them. Suddenly, Koji’s driver rings, he gets a message from Katon. Everyone asks him to read it.

I got up from my sleeping spot, stretched my body, and walked towards the toilet. The toilet was just a small makeshift structure built with planks and covered with tarpaulin. It had a small bucket of water and a bar of soap, which the men had placed there for cleaning purposes. I entered the toilet and closed the door behind me. The toilet had no roof, and I could feel the morning breeze blowing across my skin.

“Can I touch it?” “No. You can climb it.” “Really?!” “No.” I smiled. “But let’s pretend we almost did and run away.” We laughed and moved from aisle to aisle, picking out sour belts, chocolate frogs, marshmallow slime, and—of course—the poop-shaped truffles. “They even have a glitter toilet!” Egi gasped, pointing at the photo booth. “Can we sit on it?” “You’re asking the wrong person,” I said. “I live for glitter toilets.”

I hurriedly fished out my phone, checking for any videos on my college's official webpage. Turns out my embarrassing moment spread like a wildfire, "Oh! Com'on! Are you kidding me?!" I groaned, opening the nearby stall and throwing my phone in the W.C out of frustration. The fact that my headache hasn't eased is not helping this situation at all. I stared blankly at the phone that was now inside the toilet. I squinted my eyes at it, challenging it. Ding! 'Clara burps in the class-' I shouted, flushing the toilet aggressively to make my phone disappear. "Die! Die, you piece of trauma!"