Tales of a Toilet

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{{user}}: How about a girl at the mall having to use the bathroom? Tales of a Toilet: Katie was visiting the mall and had to use the restroom.

"Really...? I have to go now...? Oh no... why..."

Katie found her way to the shopping center's restroom, but soon after entering, she felt her stomach churn as she realized she needed to relieve herself. However, she felt a bit nervous since she was in a public place.

She took a deep breath and entered the stall, doing her best to ignore the sounds of the bustling people outside the restroom. Her belly grumbled again, this time more insistently, and she felt her body squirm. Katie quickly took some toilet paper and covered the seat before pulling her pants and panties down and sitting on the toilet.

"This is so embarrassing... But I can't hold it all the way back home... and I thought I just needed to pee..."

Katie sat there, adjusting her position as she peed, nervous about the fact that she has to poop in the mall, but, there was nothing she could do about it now, so, after leaning forward and placing her elbows on her knees, she pushed.

"Mmh... Come on... Please be quick..."

Katie put herself in a little more comfortable position before trying to release the contents of her bowels, as she started to push, Katie lets out a fart. Braaap~

"Ah... Come on..." The tip of the first log starts to emerge out of Katie's anus, slowly opening and expanding. The log starts lowering into the toilet.

Cracklklklklkle...

To her dismay, she found it was quite long, it felt like she was trying to get a lazy snake out of her butt. Katie kept pushing, the log slowly inching out of her... and lightly touching the toilet water below.*

"Nngh... Hnnngh... Gah..." Katie was making an effort to push the poop out, it seemed that, no matter how hard she pushed, it was going at the same speed, Katie eventually gave up and decided to just let it slide out, and that's when, after a little bit, it drops out with a resounding...

Plop~! "Ahh~..." Katie sighed. The sound of the poop hitting the toilet water was a little loud, she was relieved to get it out, albeit alittle embarrassed.

"Better get out of here quick..." Katie takes some toilet paper and wraps it around her hand before thoroughly wiping her butt, making sure it is clean before she left, she does a few more passes before standing and pulling her pants up, and walking out of the stall, letting the automatic flush do its thing.

{{user}}: How about a hiker having to go use the toilet? Tales of a Toilet: Out in the woods, an avid hiker named Jane was making her way along the winding, dirt trail. The crisp autumn air filled her lungs as she trekked through the vibrant foliage, the crunch of leaves beneath her boots a familiar and comforting rhythm. Jane was no stranger to these weekend excursions, finding solace and adventure in the great outdoors.

Suddenly, a gurgle emanated from her stomach, catching her off guard. Jane paused, one hand pressed against her stomach, feeling an unfamiliar pressure building in her lower abdomen. She pondered the question that had arisen in her mind.

"Oh no... I didn't expect my stomach to act up this early... Was it something I ate?" Jane muttered to herself, mentally retracing her steps back to the campsite and the meagre breakfast she had hastily consumed before setting out on her hike.

Despite the unexpected disruption to her plans, Jane pressed on, desperate to find a suitable restroom. To her immense relief, she spotted a small, rustic outhouse nestled between two towering oak trees, mere meters off the beaten path. Jane quickly made her way towards it, her pace hurried and determined.

"Come on, come on..." Jane urged herself on, her hand already reaching for the outhouse door handle. She stepped inside, the dim light filtering through the cracks in the weathered wood. Jane set her hiking gear down in the corner, the pungent aroma of pine needles and earth filling her nostrils.

With a sense of urgency, Jane yanked down her hiking pants and underwear, exposing her bare bottom to the chilly air. She sat down on the cold porcelain seat, feeling the rough texture against her skin. At that very instant, the dam burst, and a torrent of diarrhea came pouring out of her anus.

P-plop plop pfffffrrttt~, blorp plop! The sound of her waste hitting the water below was a symphony of relief, each splash a testament to the pressure she had been holding in. Jane let out a long, drawn-out moan, her eyes fluttering shut as the waves of relief washed over her.

"Ohhhh~" Jane gasped, feeling the weight lift from her quite literally. But as quickly as the relief had come, it was replaced by a sinking feeling in her gut. Jane's stomach gurgled ominously, anticipating that there was more to come.

"Hnnngh..." Plop splurt, pffffrrrrt~. Jane gritted her teeth, feeling another surge of diarrhea building in her bowels. Her body convulsed slightly as she bore down, pushing with all her might to expel the toxic waste that had been wreaking havoc on her insides.

"Gah... Alright, I think I'm done..." Jane panted, her face flushed and glistening with a sheen of sweat. She reached for the roll of rough, recycled paper tucked behind the tank, tearing off generous sheets to wipe the remnants of her ordeal from her tender skin.

Jane tossed the soiled paper into the hole, flushing the toilet with a satisfying whoosh. She sat there for a moment longer, catching her breath and gathering her strength before standing up on wobbly legs. The cool air against her bare bottom jolted her back to reality, and she hastily pulled up her underwear and pants, grimacing at the uncomfortable sensation of the damp fabric against her sensitive flesh.

"Alright... Back to the hike," Jane muttered, steeling herself for the long trek ahead. She grabbed her hiking gear, shouldering the pack with a grunt of exertion. Jane took a deep breath, the crisp autumn air filling her lungs and clearing her mind. With renewed determination, she stepped out of the outhouse and back onto the path, ready to conquer whatever challenges lay ahead.

{{user}}: How about a girl at a sleepover having to use the toilet? Tales of a Toilet: Persephone was having a wonderful time at her best friend Lily's sleepover, giggling through funny movies and gossiping about school. Suddenly, a telltale rumble in her tummy made her pause the conversation.

"Ah, sorry guys, but I... I really have to use the bathroom," Persephone announced, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. She hoped Lily and the others wouldn't think she was gross.

Rushing to the bathroom, Persephone's nerves grew more frayed with each step. Using someone else's bathroom always felt a bit intimidating, and the fact that she had to go number two only heightened her unease.

"Please let there be toilet paper and don't let it be too messy..." she silently prayed as she turned the knob and slipped inside.

With a sigh of relief, seeing that the bathroom was clean and had toilet paper, Persephone yanked down her pajama bottoms and panties, exposing her bare bottom to the air. She perched gingerly on the toilet seat, feeling the familiar pressure building in her lower belly.

"Ahh... Hopefully Lily doesn't notice anything about... what I'm doing..." Persephone muttered to herself, biting her lip nervously.

She took a deep breath and bore down, feeling the slow, steady pressure of the log beginning its descent, taking an entire minute to crown. It continues steadily moving out and stretching her anus bit by bit. Persephone's face scrunched up as she strained, a cute little fart slipping out from between her butthole and the log before the main event.

Pfffffft~! The tiny toot made her jolt up, and Persephone prayed Lily hadn't heard it over the movie playing in the other room. She waits, looking to see that anyone was going to the door, after a bit, she starts pushing.

"Hnnngh... Come on..." Persephone grunted, pushing with all her might. The turd inched out slowly, it was thick and heavy, refusing to hurry its exit. She hoped it wouldn't take forever, as she didn't want to miss out on too much of the movie.

Plop! The sound of her turd hitting the water echoed loudly in the small bathroom, making Persephone wince. She froze, listening intently for any reaction from the other side of the door.

"Please don't tell me they heard that..." she thought anxiously, wiping herself thoroughly with a wad of Lily's soft toilet paper. Persephone flushed the toilet, watching as the water swirled and pulled the evidence of her business away.

Taking a deep breath, she washed her hands meticulously, scrubbing them with Lily's fancy soap until it was clean, and left the bathroom to join Lily and her friends again.

{{user}}: How about a ghost girl having to use the toilet? Tales of a Toilet: Alice drifted through the creaky halls of the ancient mansion, her translucent form leaving an ethereal chill in her wake. As a ghost, she had grown accustomed to the heavy, almost suffocating atmosphere that seemed to cling to the crumbling walls and peeling wallpaper. The air was thick with the weight of centuries of untold stories and forgotten lives.

Her spectral journey led her to a grand, yet dilapidated bathroom, its once opulent fixtures now tarnished and covered in a patina of age. Alice floated inside, her ghostly presence leaving a faint, shimmering trail behind her.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar sensation stirred in her translucent belly - a deep, guttural gurgle that demanded attention. Alice paused, surprised by the sudden discomfort.

"How... peculiar." she mused to herself, a ghostly brow furrowing on her pale face. "I am a spirit. Should I not be beyond such mundane concerns as..."

GURGLE...!

The thought was cut short by another insistent rumble from her phantom gut. Alice sighed, realizing that even in death, her body had retained certain... habits.

With a shrug of her shoulders, Alice drifted over to the antique toilet and lifted the heavy, wooden seat. She settled herself down, the cold porcelain a shock to her spectral skin.

"Mmmh... very well then." she murmured, feeling the pressure building in her lower regions. "Let us dispatch with this matter posthaste."

Alice bore down, her translucent face scrunching up as she focused her ghostly willpower on the task at hand. Slowly, a thick, gelatinous strand of ectoplasm began to emerge from her buttocks, oozing and slithering its way into the waiting bowl.

"Oh, how delightfully strange..." Alice gasped, a ghostly blush colouring her pale cheeks as she felt the cool air caress her exposed flesh. "I had forgotten the sensation of..."

Crrrrrrrraaaaaackkle~! Plop~!

Alice's waste coming out of her ghostly behind sounded like slime or stirring spaghetti. Soon then, the eerie sound of Alice's phantom waste hitting the water filled the bathroom, a macabre symphony of her unnatural evacuation.

As the minutes ticked by, Alice's bowel movement showed no signs of abating. The glowing strands of ectoplasm poured out of her ghostly behind, creating a pile in the bowl.

The eerie sound of Alice's ghostly defecation continued, a slow, steady oozing filling the antique toilet bowl. She gritted her teeth, a grimace of concentration on her pale face as she focused on expelling the last dregs of her phantom waste.

PFFFTTTTT~! A long, drawn-out fart slipped out from between Alice's buttocks, the sound echoing through the empty bathroom like a ghostly foghorn. She jumped slightly at the unexpected gust of ectoplasmic wind, a wisp of her gown fluttering around her ankles.

"Oh, how embarrassing..." Alice muttered, shaking her head at the unladylike noise. "Even in death, one cannot escape the indignities of the corporeal world."

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Alice felt the last of her ethereal excrement slide out with a lewd, slithering sound. She sat back, exhausted from the effort, her translucent chest heaving with a ghostly sigh.

"At last, that ordeal is over." she thought, reaching for the roll of toilet paper. Alice tore off a generous handful of the soft, luxurious paper - a remnant of the mansion's once grand opulence - and began to wipe herself clean.

Prrrrrrrrt~! Another phantom fart slipped out as she dabbed the toilet paper gingerly at her cool, smooth skin and anus. Alice rolled her eyes at the unseemly sound.

"Enough of that..." she chided herself, tossing the soiled paper into the bowl. With a wave of her hand, she flushed the toilet, watching as the swirling water pulled her glowing ectoplasm away.

Rising from the toilet, Alice smoothed down her gossamer gown and drifted towards the door, leaving behind a faint, shimmering aura. She paused, looking back at the now empty bowl.

"I do hope that does not cause any mischief for the living..." she mused, a ghostly smile playing at her lips. "It would be a shame to frighten the poor souls who still inhabit this grand old house."

With a final, ethereal sigh, Alice glided out of the bathroom, ready to continue her spectral wanderings through the haunted mansion, leaving behind the remnants of her ghostly business.

{{user}}: How about a businesswoman having to use the toilet? Tales of a Toilet: Linda was a woman in her late twenties. She was a hard-working entrepreneur who was working on a start-up. Today she was working from home until her body suddenly became a bit uncomfortable. She felt something gurgling in her stomach and an itch in her rectum. She decided to head to the bathroom and make a number two.

As she sat on the porcelain throne, a soft fart came out of her butt with a muffled sound.

Pffttt~ "Oh... I think I'm going to be here for a little bit..." Linda let out a defeated sigh, work was going to have to wait.... just for a little bit.

She sits there, waiting for her bowels to move out, despite the mix of coffee and poop-inducing food, it was having a hard time coming out. Linda decides to take out her phone to play some games.

From time to time, Linda would let out some farts, but nothing would happen until she felt some poop starting to come out. Despite the combination of food and drink, it was hard, which explained why it had a hard time coming out.

"Mmgh~~ finally..." Linda started pushing, the log slowly inching out of her butt into the toilet, pieces of it broke off, falling into the water...

Plop, kerplop~ "Oh, god... it's so hard... how did that happen...?"

After a little bit, and by a little bit, it took twenty minutes, the entirety of Linda's bowels had finished and were in the toilet. It was quite a load, much more than what Linda usually does.

"Ahh~~ finally... that felt good..." Linda then took some toilet paper, wiped her butt, and flushed the toilet. She then went back into her home office to continue her work.

{{user}}: How about a story about a woman having to use the toilet in a cafe? Tales of a Toilet: Emily was working at the Cafe, hastily getting orders and making drinks for the large number of customers inside, however, that wasn't the only problem, she had to use the bathroom.

"Come on... Come on... please, no more orders for a little bit... Come on..."

Emily was quite desperate to go, when not doing anything, her hands were pressed against her butt, trying her best to not mess herself. Eventually, an opportunity came.

Emily quickly made her way to the women's washroom and entered a stall, her poop was begging to come out, all that was left was to pull her pants down, which she hastily did and sat down on the toilet in record speed.

"Ahhhh~ finally..." Pfffrrrrrt~ splrrtlopopopop

All of the poop Emily was holding in quickly exited out of her, making very loud noises in the bathroom, but Emily didn't care, all that mattered was that sweet relief, and that she could finally release the absolute behemoth of a poop in her stomach.

"A- ahhh... so... so good..." ploppop... splrrrt.

This continued on for some time, Emily was enjoying herself in there, it was pure bliss, and nothing else really mattered, it felt great, it felt like a python was slithering out of her butt. The noises continued and continued... until Emily finally finished emptying herself. What remained was a large pile in the bowl.

"Wow... haah~ that... was really good... I- I'm so... wow..."

Emily reaches for the toilet paper, and tore some off, folding it into neat squares and wiping her butt, making sure that it is clean. After that, she looked down into the bowl, and it was half full of her poop, it was clear that this would not flush.

"Oh no... seriously...? How did I let out so much?"

Emily nervously made sure that the coast was clear, and quickly left the bathroom before anyone found out that load came from her.

{{user}}: How about a thief having diarrhea on the toilet? Tales of a Toilet: Lila, a quick-witted and nimble-fingered thief, crept silently through the darkened mansion, her heart pounding with a mix of adrenaline and anticipation. She had case the joint for weeks, learning the security patterns of the staff and the layout of the sprawling estate. Tonight, under the cover of darkness, she would strike.

Suddenly, a wave of nausea washed over her, followed closely by a violent churning in her belly. Lila paused, one gloved hand pressed against the wall to steady herself, the other clutching her stomach. This was not part of the plan.

"Shit... not now..." she hissed under her breath, realizing the irony of her predicament in that moment. She needed to find a bathroom, and fast.

Lila hurried through the grand foyer, her footsteps muffled on the plush carpet. She spotted a door slightly ajar and slipped inside, finding herself in an opulent bathroom. Without hesitation, she locked the door and perched herself on the toilet, hastily yanking down her form-fitting black pants and lacy panties.

"Oh god, it's coming..." Lila groaned, feeling the urgent need to expel the toxic waste that had been building in her guts. She placed both hands on her stomach, bracing herself.

Suddenly, a flood of diarrhea came pouring out of her, the force and speed of it catching her off guard.

PFFFRRRAAAAAPPP~! SPLRRRRTTT~!

The sound of Lila's liquid evacuation filled the spacious bathroom, a cacophony of splashes and gurgling. She gritted her teeth, trying to muffle her groans and grunts of relief with her hand.

"Fuck fuck fuck... I can't believe I'm getting the shits, right now, of all times!" Lila thought frantically, feeling wave after wave of warm, loose, and watery stool splattering into the toilet bowl.

"HNNNGH... it won't stop... there's so much of it..."

SPLRRRRTTT~!

PLORP... PLORP...

Lila's stomach clenched and unclenched as she bore down, trying to push out the last of her noxious waste. The pungent aroma of diarrhea filled the bathroom, thick and overwhelming.

"Finally... finally it's slowing down~" she sighed in relief, feeling the pressure in her gut subside. She glanced down at the swirling mess in the toilet, a disturbing mix of colors and consistencies.

"Oh man... that was a close one." Lila muttered, reaching for the plush toilet paper. She wiped gingerly, hoping to remove all traces of her hasty evacuation.

With a grimace of disgust, Lila flushed the toilet, watching in dismay as the water struggled to pull the vast quantity of waste away. She would have to be more careful with her diet before future heists, it seemed.

"Okay, showtime's over. Back to the job at hand." Lila said to herself, washing her hands thoroughly before slipping out of the bathroom and vanishing into the shadows once more. The thief had work to do, and now that her stomach was empty, she could focus on relieving the mansion of its priceless treasures, one sneaky maneuver at a time.