Turd In Toilet Novels & Stories

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.

There was a pipe that could easily come loose— as soon as someone touched it, water and filth would rain down on her head. I saw her pick up the brush, and open the door of the toilet as I stood a far distance from her and videoed it. I waited outside and smiled. *** Carla’s pov I stood in front of the toilet and peered down. It looked awful. It stank as if something had crawled in there to die. I pinched my nose closed and fought back the urge to gag.

The second time, I was able to get my feet under me but it took the girl coming back and helping me stand before I was able to limp to the bathroom. There was no door but at this point, I didn’t give a fuck. The toilet looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in years, spiders had webs acrossed it and there was rat poop on the seat. Hovering as best I could, I was finally able to pee. It felt so good to finally go but my legs protested the entire time. “HURRY UP!” The guard yelled when I was mid-stream. It wasn’t like I could stop it midway so I just kept going. However, I was pulling up my shorts when he walked in.

he said and jabbed his thumb over his shoulder. I smiled at him and resisted the urge to run into his arms. Not because I didn’t want to, but because he smelled so damn bad. “They’re not used to indoor plumbing.” Troy nodded and kicked his loafers off. “Yeah, I get it. When I moved here, it amazed me too. For the life of me, I could not stop taking showers. Three, sometimes four times a day.” “You didn’t come to the human world before then?” He stripped out of his dirty t-shirt and peeled the stinky shorts down his legs. “No,” he said. “It was quite…the learning curve, let me tell you.”

"Dad, I want to go to the toilet." Emery saw that the toilet was not far away, so he nodded for his daughter to go. "Hatice, I'm going to the toilet." Warren also said he wanted to go to the toilet. "No need to tell me about going to the toilet." Hatice smiled at him. Warren's expression seemed strange, and he quickly walked towards the toilet. But when he reached the toilet door, he pretended to be absent-minded and threw something into the trash can. Witta saw all these actions very clearly. Warren threw the thing away and hurriedly left. Witta quickly ran to the trash can to pick it up, her two little legs following Warren.

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.

she grumbled as she plunged the toilet. After hours of battling with the toilet, she let out a triumphant groan as she finally emerged victorious. Tossing the toilet brush to the side, she flushed the toilet with gusto. Grunting, she made her way back, ready to push the trolley out, when she heard voices coming from inside.

The toilet was in a closed cubicle, and on my way there, I noticed the shower was apart from the tub, which was actually a square jacuzzi. Everything was neat, tidy, spotless, like it’d been just cleaned up. The same as the living area downstairs, with couches, ottomans, coffee table, another big flat TV and a small bar in a corner. I recalled Big Ellie had said the door under the stair was a toilet. Good, handy.

I reply, my voice firm but weakness breaks through. She grabs the cleaning solution and spreads the slimy, lavender scented liquid on the open toilet bowl and proceeds to clean before seating and peeing loudly. I smile and watch her intently as she does her business half asleep. This is a first. I should be in the bathroom a lot often during this hour. A small toot escapes her, the small sound bouncing off the walls of the bowl making it louder than it should have been. That seemed to startle her as I burst out laughing.

"Two minutes. You can use the toilet." “Tsk, you should have done it earlier, man. You can follow me too if you want.” Wren walked nonchalantly into the men's toilet. He entered the cubicle quickly and lowered the toilet cover. He sat on it and took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket. He typed a quick message into Gunberg's number, then he pressed the button on the toilet to make it look as if he had literally just finished using the toilet. After that he put his phone back into his bag and stepped out with a straight face.