Scooby Toilet Novels & Stories

“This one’s yours.” I stepped in. The smell hit me like a punch to the gut. Mildew. Urine. Hair. A clogged sink. “There’s a brush by the toilet,” Sybil sneered. “Use it.” I stared at her. “There’s no cleaning solution.” Sybil shrugged. “Then use your spit. Or tears. Whatever works.” A few of the girls laughed. One girl, with kind eyes, younger, looked away. She mumbled, “That’s enough, Sybil.”

Karen's expression darkened. Lionel said, "Oh, and by the way, I just used this mop to clean the bathroom. I haven't had a chance to wash it yet, but it should be fine. Our toilet isn't very dirty, so it's probably not an issue. I'm sure you won't mind, right?" Karen was clearly disgusted. "Ugh! Dad, didn't you forget?" Miranda chimed in, "I poured the leftover food from yesterday into the toilet. Even though I flushed it, it still looked greasy. Mrs. Larden, do you think you might smell of grease?"

“Shit. That is big.” “I advised you,” she cries fearfully. “I can’t believe I was in there with that thing. ” My returned is to her, so I didn’t have to hide my smile. “I’m positive he was once just making an attempt to get a peek at you,” I tease. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of this little peeping Tom.” I go lower back out to my room and take hold of one of my shoes. I return and it is nevertheless attempting to climb the slippery sides of the bath. Alright, you little pervert. No more ogling my horny assistant. The arthropod makes a squashing sound. Wadding up some toilet paper in my hand I scoop up the blob that looks like beaten blueberries. I flush its remains down the toilet, chuck my

“Toilet bowl hair will be the least of your worries, missy. Come on Mags.” Victoria walked ahead of them then halted, so Daisy nearly plowed into her. She stood staring at something. Looking over Victoria’s shoulder, Daisy saw Brea and Cole stood there, staring back at them. Cole looked around the gathered women at the wet mess along the bathroom floor that so obviously came from the toilet and not the sink. Then his wide eyes swung upward to the Noble twin with her wet mop full of hair. “I swear this family is one tent away from a full circus!” He shook his head at the odd scene. “I mean wasn’t the Jerry Springer food fight at Ma’s table not enough?”

Her big brown eyes locked on his her sphincter slowly yielded. "So good, Scooter. So fucking wrong and nasty and good. I can see why people get into this," she moaned. She bit her lower lip as he gently sank his two fingers deep into her tiny hole and began to gently saw them in and out of her ass. By this point, his own bathing suit was a soaking wet mess. "Talk... talk dirty to me?" she asked quietly between gasping and twitching. "Sure, let's see... Mildew. Pond scum. Mouse droppings."

He raised his hands on the air in surrender. “I think they are enough.” He showed me his palm and walked away. I returned the shears and put a pack of detergent and a bottle of bleach inside the empty bucket and brought them back to the kitchen. I filled the bucket with water before pouring some detergent and bleach in. I mixed them and started cleaning the awful mess Xyrus and Suzy made. I closed the faucet and the next thing I heard were moans and groans from the toilet. I shivered and brought out my phone and played some rock music.

Cole "Su-Susan." I stumbled backward, hand clamping over my nose and mouth. The smell was everywhere, coating my throat, making my stomach revolt. I needed—bathroom. Now. I crashed through the bathroom door, already heaving. But the toilet— Black sludge covered the floor. Thick, bubbling. Pieces of something solid floated in it, rough and gray like chunks of stone. The smell coming off it was worse than the room, worse than whatever Susan had become.

The toilet was spotless, and she did not see the need to clean it. She noticed some buttons, and one was labeled temp while the second was labeled suck opposite the flash button She concluded temp was for the temperature of water in the toilet bowl. She muttered to herself, "Idiot," and pressed on the button. To her surprise, the toilet produced a noise, and all the fecal matter in the pipes came up the toilet bowl and exploded her, sending her into wailing. Ezra smiled when he heard crying from the other room.

But too late, Nina managed to find a toilet not far from the kitchen and used it. "Ugh... relieved, finally-" She muttered under her breath after she managed to get her urine out. "Hey, when you're done, hurry out! Flush clean!" Aiden shouted as he banged on his toilet door. "Yeah, okey! Uh, what's this?" Nina found things like plush dolls that people called 'squishy' neatly arranged on the toilet shelf. "Why would he keep things like this in the toilet? Uhm... so interesting!" She mumbled with a sly smile.

Ew. Trevor closed the medicine cabinet and bent down to open the cabinet under the sink. Four pack of cheap toilet paper, seven bars of soap, rubbing alcohol, peroxide, a bag of cotton balls. A pack of Q-tips. Three bottles of shampoo and two bottles of conditioner. Sulfer 8? What the hell is that? Trevor picked up the little jar and twisted the top of it. He smelled the yellow hard shiny stuff inside. The smell shot up his nose like bad cocaine. He coughed several times.