Scooby Toilet Novels & Stories

So no Scooby-Doo mysteries were solved here. "You're right." Drunko leaned into my space, specifically in the "your too close zone" as he chugged some drink that smelled like pure gasoline. He belched, obnoxiously loud and right in my face. The nerve of some people's children… "Hey, dude." Do not scissor-kick this dingus in the face, self, don't do it! "You mind easing back some? Trying to strip here." My complaint fell on dumb drunk deaf ears: "Hey you, elf chick, do some magic or something! Do a spell!"

Then, they all crowded into the small space. "This would teach you to stay in your place, you social climbing whore. Your place is right here, where the rest of the trash goes." Laughing, she nodded at her friends and they gripped my shoulders, pulling me down to the toilet bowl. My hand was about to come up and stop my descent but someone gripped them behind me, causing my downward movement to be rapid. I was about to be dunked in a public toilet. Oh shit.

When I got to the bathroom, I said, “I would ask what happened, but I know what happened.” Deacon held Sunny stiffly away from his body as the tub filled. She had poop all the way up her back. “There was no way the wipes were going to clean this,” he said, sweat pouring from his forehead. I rolled up the sleeves of my jacket and took her from him. “I’ll take it from here.” Deacon immediately left the room. I thought he ran out to vomit or something, but he returned soon after with a bath towel. “Now I know where you keep them, in that small closet in the hallway.”

The air conditioning in the restroom was turned to freezing, and cold air poured in relentlessly. The toilet continued spewing foul water, drenching Scott, who was soaked to the bone and gagging from the stench. Desperate to clean himself, he stumbled to the sink, only to find blood-red liquid pouring from the faucet. To make things worse, the overhead light flickered ominously, and a woman’s bloodied face suddenly appeared in the mirror, her hair hanging in disarray.

Like an alarming rip saw, it attracted everyone's instant attention to me. “Eh-hem.” I cleared my throat and got my head back into the mission. Theo zipped up and avoided all the looks of the guys and their jeering. He went for the sanitizer in the small medical kit and sterilized his hands. He did not sit with the guys out of sheer embarrassment. He leaned against the wall, holding the masturbation toy in his hands, and emitted a rueful exhalation. “Get rid of that toy-for-twats.” I barked at Theo. The sight of it made my stomach queasy and I wanted to barf. We didn’t have a shortage of pussy to resort that low. That’ll teach him.

the person moans and my eyes widen. I peek from under the stall and see the most unbelievable sight. Toby is right here in the bathroom, with his heavy cock in his hand and his head thrown back as he moan my name repeatedly. No fucking way.

"You'll find everything you need here: a luxurious shower, a sleek sink, and a toilet that obeys your every command." I proceed to demonstrate how to operate the shower, adjusting the temperature and the flow. Lucian's gaze remains unwavering, his expression masking a flicker of scepticism. I guide him through the motions, turning the knob and allowing the water to cascade from the showerhead. A glimmer of astonishment flickers in his eyes, mingling with a mix of fascination and wariness. It's as if he's deciphering the enigmatic secrets behind this seemingly ordinary act. "And here," I continue, gesturing towards the sink and the toilet, "we have the wonders of modern plumbing. The sink off

However, Robby pressed down on the waist of his pants and roared, "You rogue, why do you want to take off my pants? You are a bad person! Are you trying to violate a child? The teacher said that I must not let any adult take off my pants. Get out of here!" "Robby!" "Your name is Robby, right? I'm a doctor. Robby, do you often go to the toilet with your friends? Have you ever seen them pee? Don't you think that there's something different between you and your friends? I have a feeling that you might have consumed something that you shouldn't. Can you please let me have a look? If you ate something wrong, worms will start growing in your stomach!"

“Come here.” I follow her while feeling a tangle of curiosity and unease. And I soon find myself in the girl’s lavishly decorated bathroom where smooth marble surfaces are the walls and floor. Saturn points to the toilet bowl, saying, “My lipstick is in there.” My gaze falls to the pinkish toilet water before the girl adds, “Get it for me.” “It’s bloody soaked,” I try to argue. My fucking fingers aren’t crawling around the bottom of a shithole. Nah! “You have hundreds of others. Use them.”

One of the security guards said, “Does he need to be in such a hurry to go to the toilet? Why didn’t he go just now?” Sven’s other classmates all paled, their expressions changing drastically. “Quickly, we need to stop him!” The other guard asked, “Stop him? Whatever for? Are you saying he can’t go to the toilet?” The few of them rushed in quickly, only to find Sven burying his head in the toilet and… “Ughhh, blargh~” Even the guards themselves threw up at the sight. It was simply too revolting to be witnessed without feeling sick.