*EoS - Entrance Tale*

Toliet Doom
A Short Story By MagiK ElviS
Written on the evening of May 05/93
(c) 1993 - MagiK ElviS


 Julie had had a tough day at work. Damn Andrews was bitching and screaming 
at her all day. God damn it, that guy was a real asshole. Type this, make
that. Then he went and made her bend over to pick up a stapler or some shit
like that just so he could get a look at her ass. Fucker.. Of course, she
couldn't protest. Living in the deadend apartment that she did, it was hard
enough to get by with having to go on unemployment insurance. Being a 
secretary wasn't her life long dream, but it would have to do for now. If her
work day seemed bad, that burrito with mexifries for lunch and a few too many
cups of coffee started to haunt her. Jeez, she though, if I don't get home
soon I'll go in my skirt. Trapped on Interstate-90, in a rush hour blitz it
didn't look like she was going anywhere soon, much less home. She wiggled in
an uncomfortable position, trying to hold it in. She had to hit the washroom
soon, and her car hadn't moved in about a half an hour. According the 
overzealous DJ on the radio, some moron and his little pick-up had rear 
ended a bus full of Japs on vacation. Just great, Julie said to herself, just
great. I need to take a shit, and I'm stuck in the middle of the fucking
freeway with some dumb fuck and a bunch of chinks blocking the road. Slamming
her hands down hard on the steering wheel triggered a small beep from the 
horn. Grinning to herself as a couple of little snots gave her a dirty look 
from an old pickup, she spotted a sign across the road. It read "BILL'S 
BEEF AND BEER DINER". If a bunch of japs in a bus can do it, then surely I 
can leave my car for a sec and use the john over there at Bill's Diner. 
Quietly slipping out of her car, she trotted across one lane of traffic, over
a grassy knoll and into the parking lot of the diner. She looked back to 
check traffic and saw that her Civic, along with the rest of the road, hadn't
moved. She pushed open the door, and immediately noticed how empty the diner
was. Not a waitress in sight and there wasn't a smell of any sort of smell. 
In this case she wasn't worried about the restaurant, only her bladder. 

 She quickly spotted the familiar sign for the ladies washroom on the far 
left corner of the diner and wandered over there, looking at all the tables
fully prepared, with all the cutlery placed out. Although she was looking
straight at it, she failed to notice the thin layer of dust that had 
collected on the tables and utensils. Opening the door to the washroom, she
was greeted by the strong smell of a mix of Pine Sol and Clorox. A rank
smell followed the initial stench, a smell of rotting. Oh shit, she remarked
aloud to no one in general. The bathroom was a off-white, with the paint 
peeling off in the corners. There was a large mirror with 3 sinks in front
of it. The mirror had a splinter removed from the upper left corner and one
of the tap handles was missing. 3 toliet boothes were situated against the 
north wall, as far away from the door as possible. Julie just absent-mindedly
walked into the first one and closed the lock behind her. The toliet was
suprising clean, compared with the rest of the booth. The walls were 
littered with grafitti, and some genius had chucked wet toliet paper onto the
roof so that it would dry and stick. Fearless (and in growing pain), she
undid her jeans and slid them down to her ankles. Letting her panties drop
down, she sat down. Ahhh, she murmured as the first drops of urine were
emptied from her bowels. As shit dropped out of her ass, splashing against
the bowl, sometimes sending water back up against her buttocks, she began
to read the walls, sort of falling into a monotone state. "Gay/Bi Female
looking for companion for hot sex 38-25-36." "Here I sit, broken hearted. 
Came to shit, only farted". Hadn't heard that one before, she thought. 
Suddenly her eyes caught sight of a rather large etching at the top of the 
front door. In large letters, almost in a psychadelic pattern, was a real
work of art. The words "TOLIET OF DOOM" were scratched out in a pattern that
must have taken quite some time. They were congruent, coming together and 
away in waves. The 'M' at the end of DOOM seemed to be sucked down, or at 
least pulled down. Wow, she said out loud. I wonder why someone would take 
the time to write 'Toliet of Doom' on the wall? 

 Now Julie wasn't incredibly fat. At 5'6", she never exceded 130lb at any 
point in her life. Nonetheless, she was never pleased with her weight and 
tried everything short of lyposuction to remove those last 5 or 10 pounds. 
Her stomach was tight enough, and she didn't have large breasts (another 
short coming, she would remind herself. Someday, she'd plastic surgery, she 
was sure of that). But, all that extra weight was in her butt. She hated to
wear tight jeans, and always wore a set of baggy sweat shorts over her 
tights in aerobics. 

 Finally done at the toliet, she got up and cleaned her behind. Throwing the 
used toliet paper into the basin, she got ready to leave, when suddenly, she 
felt another urge coming on. Dropping her pants, she sat again. Realizing she 
already had a full bowl of feces, she flushed. In a rush of cold air, a 
suction effect suddenly emerged. Julie was stuck to the toliet seat by an
incredible sucking effect, quite unlike anything she had ever felt. Scared 
and a little shaken, she grasped the toliet paper dispenser and attempted to
pull herself up. She couldn't. Horrified by the thought of being stuck to a
toliet in an empty diner with her car in rush hour traffic, she began the 
useless fight to free herself from the grasp of the toliet. Without warning, 
the sucking from the toliet increased. Julie felt shit being pulled from her
buttocks, flying hard towards the water. The crap was literally being ripped
from her rear while she was trapped on the toliet. When it stopped dragging
the crap from her ass, it commenced the worst pull yet. In a quick and 
insanly painful motion, her entire lower intestine was pulled from her 
abodmen, through her buttocks and into the basin. She unleashed a tremendous
scream, a scream for life. Blood exploded out of her butt, coating the 
insides of the toliet in a runny red mixture of dying flesh and fresh 
blood. The toliet started up again, sucking and pulling down dragging the
very flesh on her behind down the drain. With a large pop, her large 
intestine came out of her hole, and was promptly sucked down. The intestines
wouldn't just tear out, as the 75 feet of long tubelike intestine was
slowly ripped from her abodmen. Letting out a blood curdling scream, Julie
glanced up to look at the M in DOOM and how closely it seemed to resemble
her innerds being ripped from her belly. Then, in a huge explosion of blood,
the last of her large intestine filed out.. In a finally killing pop, her
stomach was ripped out of its muscle, down past the where the intestine
should have been, and out her anus. She sank into a deep neverending 
sleep. As she sat on the toliet, the very life being sucked from her, those
last 5 or 10 pounds were suddenly ripped straight from her buttocks, leaving
huge gapin holes of flesh. Her uterus was pulled outwards through her vagina
and her entire pelvic area was soon in the toliet. The sucking would not 
stop. The vertabrae and spinal column was the next to go, being ripped 
directly down, not bothering to stop by the anus and smashing the pelvic
bone as it painted a direct path towards the bowl. Along with the backbone,
the neural cortex and the brain were ripped from the skull, and were also
swallowed by the ever sucking toliet. In a finally, meaningless motion, the
barely beating heart was ripped downwards, puncturing the lungs. The empty
skin fell to the floor, directly below the intricate etching. 

Meanwhile, a large green grocers truck had accidentally crossed the meridan
after being sideswiped by a 18-Wheeler and just missed Julie's Civic. A few
hours later, that same smart aleck DJ was hear remarking some dork had left
his brand new car on the Interstate, empty.



*- This file is dedicated to all the guys out there that have felt like their
   life has been sucked away, by parents, teachers, girls or life in fucking
   general.