Tuesday, November 30, 2010

The best gifts are the ones you make yourself!

This has been such a long busy week for me. I haven't had time to change my panties. I peeled them off after several days and I ended up with the most beautiful piece of fabric imaginable!!! My white grannie panties had a delcious chocoalate stripe down the back of them. They also had a fluffy white center with my vaginal yeast drippings. Mmmm.... It smelled delicious!!!

I thought about just licking up the delicious gifts my body had excreted, but then I remeber my love Ethan. I put my delicious panties in a zip lock baggie and put a beautiful gift bow on it. I gave it to my sweetest Ethan as an early Fistmas gift. He was delighted and licked up the chocolate stripe!!! Mmm... Then licked up the white goodness from my vag fungus. He was so happy he told me he had been wearing his boxers for 3 weeks and gave them to me. I licked up the delicious corn laden poo drippings! It was a beautiful gift of love!!
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Monday, November 29, 2010

Decorating for Fistmas!


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Popanator here again! Wishing you a Merry Fistmas! I am putting up the fistmas tree. It is covered in delicious corn laden poopie balls dried up in the sun this summer. I use used tampons as the Fistmas lights! It is a beautiful sight! I hang around my used panties to give the spicy scent. My secretions are always wonderful. And I play a game where I throw poopie snow balls. Except snowball it is balls of corn laden poo! I throw poopie snow balls at you!!! I love decorating for Fistmas!
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Sunday, November 28, 2010

Fistmas spirit!

Hey, everybody! Popanator here, your naughty little Fistmas nymph spreading the love and joy of shithole fisting with the kind of poop fetish you've come to know and love out of me. My leaking anus has prizes like a cracker jack box for all of you guys- I really want to share the naughty, beautiful joys of Fistmas with everybody! I'm just so overcome with it, and I want to share my poop fetish with everybody.


So I'm thinking, how can a girl like me open up her leaking anus, and spread all the goodies around like butter on toast? Well, I considered going to everybody's house, and leaving a steamer on their doorstep. But seriously, that would take the rest of my life- and I'd NEVER get to everybody! That would be a tragedy in the modern world, that the Fistmas spirit could die so young, and the poop fetish people all over the world could be forced to go without.
But I am determined to show Fistmas to everybody. So come one, come all to my poopy tree! Ethan and I have been seeking out donations of delicious poopies, so we can turn our simple poop fetish into something better than it's ever been before. And when we have plenty, we're going to top it off with a delicious, corn laden turd fresh from my leaking anus. Of course, we'll probably eat it in a week, but oh well!
Merry Fistmas!

Friday, November 26, 2010

The Story of Fistmas

It's Fistmas time, everybody! Maybe you've never heard of this wonderful holiday, so I'll tell you the story of how fisting turned the winter into its snowy, poopy playground.
A long time ago, there was a man who had never fisted his poopy hole. It's okay, we were all virgins at one time. He was a nice guy, ran a school full of orphans who'd lost limbs in a war. Many of these little boys and girls didn't even have a hand to make a fist with- it brings some tears to my eyes just thinking about such a fate befalling an innocent child.
The man (whose name has been lost to the ages) took up a collection all over town, trying to raise money to buy the little kiddies toys for some other winter holiday that people used to celebrate. Nowadays it's turned into nothing but a chance for retailers to laugh while fat parents torture employees who need to work long days just to eat. Yeah, I used to work retail- how'd you know?
Anyway, the man could only get together enough money to buy some coal- at least they'd be warm during the nights. But one night, an angel appeared to him- a beautiful brown angel who told him to reach deep into his poopy hole, and extract the bounty that could only be given from on high. So the man did as he was told, fisting his shit hole until his arm almost dislocated from being all the way in there.


When he pulled out his hand, he had a glorious handful of delicious, corn laden poopies! Again and again he reached up there, and kept on pulling poopies out of there until there were plenty for all the little children to enjoy. I'm sorry if I don't write right now, I'm crying a little bit. That story is just so beautiful. It's my quest to make Fistmas the most popular and celebrated holiday of this season.
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Thursday, November 25, 2010

Happy Thanksgiving!!!1!!!


For all of you living in the states Happy Thanksgiving! I am celebrating today by make a CornLadenPooacorpia of delicious corn laden poo! I took some of my more plyable poopies and made them into the shape of the Cornucopia or Copraphilia, I don't know how to spell that shit, but anyway It looked really cool. Then I shoved some corn cobs in it will blue and yellow corn. Mmm... The corn laden poo is also edible and the specks of corn in it have even more snacks.

Ethan made some of his artwork! He made a turkey out of his poopies. He had some red streaky ones because he has been putting a lot of things up his poopie hole lately. He used the carrots he has been shoving up his ass as tail feathers

I even made a pie out of some of the poopies I had that have been filled with nuts. I call it pecan poopie pie!!! Yum!!!!1!!! I wish each and everyone of you were over here to share this delicious feast with me!

When you are done with your poopie feast, start your Fistmas shopping early!!!1!

Monday, November 22, 2010

POOPIE POOPIE POOPIE


This guy is my hero!!! He loves to talk about poopies!!!1!!! If I ever meet anyone here in real life, Hell Yeah the conversation will be about poopies. There is nothing I love more than poopies. Mmmm.... the delicious pooey wet juices. Dinner Time!!! I love Poopies!

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Carrots and Poopie Holes!!!1!!!!

Sometimes I wonder about my diet. I mean, if you eat poopies long enough, you tend to get some really strange shapes coming out of your ass hole. So I've decided to eat a little bit healthier from now on, so I can get more, better tasting, healthier poopies for my trouble. Sometimes it takes a little effort to pump 'em out, you know. So I decided to shove a carrot up my butt, and see how it went. What I didn't realize is that my ass is not my only potential poopy hole. Nobody was more surprised by that than I was, let me tell ya. Did you know that if you stick things (like carrots) up your ass far enough, they will do more than just stay there? They'll actually move up, believe it or not.
After I shoved the carrot up there, I went about my normal daily business (believe it or not, I do more than just eat shit all day) for a few hours, and started to feel a little strange. Now, it kinda felt like I had to take a poo, but at the same time it also kind of felt like I was going to throw up. So I went to the bathroom prepared for anything- would it be door number one, or door number two? How surprised was I when a perfect, carrot shaped poopy all but exploded out of my mouth. It was like a rocket or something! I almost cracked the bowl again! I need to pad that thing...

Friday, November 19, 2010

Straight Jackets And Mouth Muscles

You guys wanna know what's really funny? I've been in the nut house a few times now, and I've developed a pretty interesting wardrobe from all the outfits they've given me. Believe it or not, some of the strait jackets they use have different colors to them. Everybody knows about the white and off-white ones, but this one's a cute light blue. I've heard that sometimes they give you a brown one, just like my beloved poopies.
I don't know why they think a free outfit is gonna “fix” you or whatever- my love of poopies just can't be wrong. It's in my nature, just like my love of corn and how just about everybody loves alcohol. If people just got drunk off of poopies we'd all be a lot better off. I can poop and drive, after all, especially now that the strait jacket's off- although I have just about gotten the knack of driving with it. It just hurts my teeth on long trips, and driving a stick involves some pretty rapid cock-sucking movements.
Really, if you ever wanna drive using nothing but your mouth, it's good to get some calluses going by practicing on frozen shit. It'll give your mouth some powerful pornstar muscles, and it'll even make your breath smell all snazzy and poopy. You should try it sometime!
Poopies!!!!!

Thursday, November 18, 2010

One Escaped The Cukoo's Nest

ANALytically speeking, I am my own worst enema. I ended up in the looney bin. Don't worry my shit freaks, I was able to break out. I was kept in a padded cell for days and days. They put me in a straight jacket so I couldn't fist my own poopie hole. It was so depressing. My poopie hole quivered and yearned for a fist.

Little did I know, my Ethan had a plan to break me out. He has been saving his delicious poopies in jars for weeks and weeks so he could do some poopie working projects. He brought over a big bag of it and put it under the 2nd story window. Then he came to visit me. During visitation he opened up a window and I jumped out. I landed on the delicious squishy poopies. But, instead of nibbling on them like normal I kept running.

I eventually ended up back home. Ethan cut me out of the straight jacket, but not before we did some bondage shit. He fisted me while I was still tied up. It was so much fun! Mmmm....

But, my shit freaks, don't worry about me. I will keep my love of shit only with other people who also love delicious corn laden poo. Someday, the world will understand and instead of being afraid of poopies actually try them and love them.

Give poopies a chance. Seriously, you'll love it. If we all loved poopies, then none of us will be insane!!!!!

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Some unfortunate news

Good day, everyone.  Ethan here- terribly sorry to interrupt your fun times and all that, but unfortunately my Poppadoo won't be posting for a week or so, during her convolescence.  She's been a little erratic lately, you see.  Erratic even for her.  You may have noticed she hasn't been "trolling" as is her custom for the past few days.

The men with the tight-fitting coat came to "evaluate" her last night, and it may be a week or so before she's able to return.  She knows the drill around the psychiatric types, and I'm sure she'll tell them what they want to hear: "poopies are for the toilet, cat vomit should be thrown away," and all that.

I'll keep you all posted if something changes- thank you for coming to the site.  The Popanator will rise again!

Cheers.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Poopy Poopy Poopy!!!1!!

Hey, everybody!  I was singin' my boy Desmond to sleep last night, when I decided to put a little Popanator twist on an old favorite.  Keep in mind, I'm Popanator, not Popnator or Popanatpr- respect mah name, people!  Tell me what ya think of this- it's to the beat of "Polly Wolly Doodle," which is a weird old song.



Oh, I stuck my hand
in mah poopy hole
singin' poopy poopy poopy all the day
My hole it is
a yummy place
singa poopy poopy poopy all the day

fist it well,
poopin' well,
comin' out my poopy hole
For I'm fistin' out the shitter
I'm a poopy heavy-hitter
sing poopy poopy poopy all the day

Oh, I stuck my arm
so way up there
singin' poopy poopy poopy all the day
felt the deep brown joy
and some pubic hairs
sing poopy poopy poopy all the day

fist it well,
poopin' well,
comin' out my poopy hole
For I'm fistin' out the shitter
I'm a poopy heavy-hitter
sing poopy poopy poopy all the day

Oh, my arm got caught
in my poopy place
sing poopy poopy poopy all the day
So I leaked my juices
on someone's face
singa poopy poopy poopy all the day

fist it well,
poopin' well,
comin' out my poopy hole
For I'm fistin' out the shitter
I'm a poopy heavy-hitter
sing poopy poopy poopy all the day

Well I'm not that great
at throwing it up
sing poopy poopy poopy all the day
but when it comes to shit
I can't be stopped
sing poopy poopy poopy all the day

fist it well,
poopin' well,
comin' out my poopy hole
For I'm fistin' out the shitter
I'm a poopy heavy-hitter
sing poopy poopy poopy all the day

Well, pooping's fair
we can all poop great
sing poopy poopy poopy all the day
so why not poop now?
There's no need to wait!
singin' poopy poopy poopy all the day

fist it well,
poopin' well,
comin' out my poopy hole
For I'm fistin' out the shitter
I'm a poopy heavy-hitter
sing poopy poopy poopy all the day

With a little brown gold
and some corn to spread
singa poopy poopy poopy all the day
I can leave a big steamer
in your bed
sing poopy poopy poopy all the day

fist it well,
poopin' well,
comin' out my poopy hole
For I'm fistin' out the shitter
I'm a poopy heavy-hitter
sing poopy poopy poopy all the day

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Popanator's Growing Up

Hi my poopy freaks!!!! This is a very special post. Popanator is growing up! I am moving off my daddie's farm and into the trailer park like a grown up. I know I will miss all the wonderful things at my daddie's farm like rolling around in all the delicious juicy meadow muffins in the field. I will miss rolling around in the horse stalls and eating the poopies mixed in with the straw. Mmm.... horse poopies and straw is just a delicious delecacy!

I'm going to miss the delicious black and white poopies in the hen house, but I'm moving on to bigger and better things. I'm going to the trailer park. The same one Ethan is at. We will be closer and any time I need to be fisted I can just cum right in his trailer. MMmm.... Hopefully one day we will be ready to move our trailers together and have a double wide!!! Also two septic tanks we a can just let flow out and run around in like sprinklers!

MMmm..... Being out on my own will be so much fun. I will decorate my trailer in the best Popanator way! I will use my runny poopies and my period blood to paint the walls.  I will take my Ethan's poopies and make them into furniture. I will have my poopy fountain on the lawn! Everyone would be so impressed!!!!

Wish me luck my poopy freaks!!
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More Shit

I was just laying out by my poopy fountain soaking up some rays, when I thought about how hot the day was getting. My clothes were sticking to my skin, and it made me hawnee. So I decided to take a little dip. First I changed into my bathing suit, and splashed around in the falling pee of mah fountain- but you know that's never enough for me. I wanted a poopy bath!


The bad news on that was, I only have so much shit in me. As much as I try to be a pooping machine, even the Popanator has her limits. So I decided to reach out to the poopy community at large- maybe with their poop plus my poop, we could make something truly special. Maybe we could even make some kind of a poopy park where the little kiddies could come enjoy a day of good, clean poopy playing pleasure.
So I started going door to door, knocking until they finally answered. Most folks only took about ten minutes of me pounding on the door and screaming before they finally opened up. It was past Poopaween, but I still felt like a trick or treater when I asked, "Could you spare some poopies, please?" I gave everyone my sweetest smile, and they were all so anxious to try and crap me out something that they slammed their doors in haste. Most of them must have been constipated though, because nobody came back to the doors. Guess this wasn't gonna work as well as I'd hoped it would.
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Tuesday, November 9, 2010

The pooey pissy fountain!

I've always wanted a fountain. There's just something erotic about the constantly trickling and pouring sounds of something wet that just gets my pooey juices moist and squishy. Sometimes I like to lay on my back, put my legs up and just pee in the air, so I can feel all fountainy. But while that's pretty good, I want to do better. That just ain't poopy enough for the Popanator! I want to take this fountain thing to the next level of shitty goodness, the way I do with everything else in my life.


So I took Ethan's idea of making things out of my poop, and build a sculpture. But it needed a little something extra to make it a fountain, of course- something wet! So I got on a stool next to my little poopy masterpiece, and pissed all down it, letting the pooey pissy juices just rain down from the heavens like the bounty of a generous god.

But that wasn't enough either. I want a fountain that'll run a lot even when I can't squeeze out anything. So I got a pot, a ladder and a tube, and set them up over my fountain. Now, I piss in it every day, and every so often I'll open up the tube and let the pee rain in a golden shower right down there. That's some pissy, poopy ingenuity right there!
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Sunday, November 7, 2010

The perfect gift!

My sweetest Ethan gave me the most perfect gift today! It is a beautiful necklace made from his poopies! He has been saving up his dried constipated poopies for days. Then he polished them until they shined! He then put them on a beautiful gold chain.

Wow! When I saw it, it was so beautiful, I cried! I have a piece of my Ethan always  close to my heart. When I really miss him, I give the poopies and nice little suck, so I can have his taste in my mouth. MMMmm... I wonder what else can be made with his poopies. I want to collect all his poopies so I can make it into furniture and always have my Ethan around!
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Friday, November 5, 2010

Poopy Serenade

Ethan and I went to a little concert in a cafe the other day, and they had a live band playing. They really rocked the house- my colon was shaking with the rhythm of their beat. I think my bladder was dancing, too, but I'd just emptied it so I couldn't show my appreciation by doing my "piss fountain" move. Needless to say, we showed our love at the end by tossing a nice volley of shit onto the stage. Let poopies rain, I say!
I also noticed as the band was getting something to drink between sets that they left out one of their guitars. I'd never really seen one in person before, so I gave it a little strum. It vibrated in a neat way, so I decided to stick the long part up mah poopy hole and really feel the music. We borrowed the guitar and snuck off to a back room where we could be alone. One strum and I started screaming like girls used to scream for the Beatles.

Now Ethan loves to give me any kind of pleasure he can, so he started to play the guitar as best he could. He'd never played before, so the song he tried to strum sounded really bad. But it sure didn't feel bad in my rectum! Aww, I love a good poopy serenade!
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Thursday, November 4, 2010

Ask Popanator


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Hello, my poopie freaks! Popanator here again. I decided since I live such an intersting life that I should start my own advice colum. I have a lot of experience and know that all problems can be solved with poopies. Delicious squishy corn laden!!!! Okay, anyway, just ask me a question and I will answer it. I know everything from delicious corn laden recipies, to poopie art, to having a good relationship with your shit buddy. I know all the best ways to fist an asshole and rub that prostate until my Ethan cums and cums. He loves being fisted. So, my poo bears write your question in the comment.
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Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Popanator's Night Out On The Town!


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Popanator here again! Hello my poopie freaks! I am going out on a night on the town. I love it when the drunks leave the bar and puke all over the parking lot. I lick it up and free drinks that way! YUM! I can just get drunk by lapping up all the vomit on the parking lot. I love to chew the lumps in the puke. That way I can have dinner with my drinks!! I also love how hobos squat down and take a shit anywhere. I take up the precious poopies and cradle them like they are jewels. I love the diversity of poopies I find. Each with a unique taste and smell. I love this beautiful city!
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Guest post: Ethan

Good day everyone. It's Ethan here, and I've finally forgiven my little Poppadoo (and that's Popanator to all of you). I'm afraid I owe the world an explanation as to why I've hurt her so much. You see, I have this issue when it comes to cheating. I've been cheated on in the past, and frankly I consider my lady to be mine and no one else's. When Pop told me that she and my grandmum had been together, I felt as if I'd been disrespected greatly. Only Pop's fist and my own should ever go up her arse, you know? That's the kind of special bond that a man and a woman should share only with each other, I say. I know, terribly old fashioned, but that's my way. Ethan the fuddy duddy.
At any rate, I tried to comfort myself in the arms of some two bit nothing girl- not the same, not even close. Her bum hole was nothing compared to the sweet, musky, aromatic arse that belongs to my Popanator. To call anything less a travesty is to put it mildly. I actually found myself weeping a bit during "the act." Then I wiped away my tears with my shite-stained fist, and the dark lines under my eyes made me look a bit like a gridiron player. Being without my Pop chilled my heart, my rectum and my colon. Without her, there can be no poop.

After the party, I stumbled home in a drunken stupor. I didn't even notice her present in my bed at first. Then I smelled her, and felt I must be having an alcohol induced hallucination. Then I looked down, and saw the shape of a heart in feces, on my chest. At that point, I realized that she'd meant me no harm. I had to have her back. Unfortunately, I under-estimated how intoxicated I was, and bumped my head on the night stand. But when I recovered consciousness, I went straight to her home and confessed my sorrow at giving her up.

From now on, Pop's holes belong to me.