Willie is all grown up!

Hey, everybody. Your old pal Popanator is a little bummed right now, and not "bum" like poopy hole either. See, I just found out yesterday that my autistic brother Willie had himself a girlfriend. I never even met her until I found out that they'd eloped and moved off together. I know he's technically a little older than I am, but I've always felt like his big sister and the guardian of his poopy hole. Between this and having that crazy boy get promoted, I don't know what to think lately. Your pal the Popanator is just a little depressed.

I mean, who am I going to chase around the house when he starts running around doing that "fire alarm" thing autistics like to do every so often? When we were kids I used to pretend there really was a fire and drag the hose into the house to put it out when he'd do that. Later in life I matured into putting a tube up my shit hole and just spraying diarrhea everywhere. Oh, the memories. At least he's happy, I guess. Since he's older I can't really complain that he got married first, and I really do want what's best for Willie.

I just wish I'd gotten to meet this girl first. I barely know anything about her. One day she came to the door and I honestly thought she was selling something. I'd just invested a lot of my poopies into a venture I'm keeping a secret for now, so I wasn't sure if I'd be able to produce a suitable payment for whatever it was. But then she said her name was Cheri and she was Willie's wife -- and I had to admit she had a nice rock on her finger.

After I picked my jaw up off the floor I called Willie into the front room, and the way he leaped into her arms was both surprisingly agile for an autistic and something I'd never thought possible. Normally he's all weird about touching anybody, but the way he snuggled up into her chest and said "Murr" was total, true asspie love. I was also impressed by how strong she was. Willie's not a small guy, but Cheri held him up like... uh, something that's really easy to hold up.

Then he just moved out, like he was going to the store or something. And I'm sad. I guess I can share my poopies with Jay, but... it's just not the same. I want my brother back!!!!!!!1!!!!

Jay The Model Christian

Hey poopy pals. It's your old pal the Popanator again. I was talking to my new BFF Jay again, and he was telling me about how much of a good Christian he is. Normally I think religions are just stuffy ways people can feel like they're better than everybody else, but Jay's views on life are kinda neat. He told me that he loves his fellow man, and I smiled and said, "in every position there is." He's also got a cute little poop fetish just like I do. Matter of fact, if Jay wasn't gay I think I'd like to marry him. He could be my little house wife. I could just see that. Jay told me how he loves to be with Uncle Tony. He squats down and rides uncle Tony's cock, and then when they both spurt he likes to let their love juices just leek out of his poopy hole. If there's anything sweeter than shit it's got to be the cum of someone you really love. Jay was telling me all about how much he loves mah uncle. While he still goes around and sleeps with other guys, he really does love uncle Tony and considers him one of his best pieces. See, to Jay all the men he has sex with are pieces of dick, or pieces for short. Every piece knows that if they don't like how Jay treats them, they can be replaced like a snap of his fingers. He has such a power over these guys, and I'd love to have that kind of power. I'm training my poopy hole's inner power under Jay the way a young ninja would train under a king shit ninja or something. One day I hope to be the kind of powerful, sexy poop fetish bitch like Jay is. It's such an amazing rush to feel like I'm sucking the energy out of a man and making him addicted to me. I bet you are. Kisses everybody!!!!!1!!!!

What Do You Want To See?

Hello again, my poopie freaks. I was wondering what you guys love to read about. I know I'm into all fecal and scatological, oh and corn! I love freaking corn! Mmm... Especially I love to pick out of my poop! But, what else would you guys love to read about. I'm thinking about trying new things. Maybe more period blood, vomit, Maybe licking my dirty panties with the lovely fish aroma.

Post in the comments what you love to read about. What would you love for the Popanator to try? The nastier the better. MMmm.... I still don't see why people get offended at times whenever I talk about how I love my own juices. Everything that comes out of my body is wonderful and delicious.

Hopefully, soon I'll find a new love. Someone I could share delicious corn laden poo with. The biggest expression of love is sharing poopies. I used to love eating Ethan's poopies because it was a part of him, now in me. That's why I have trouble forgetting him, but summer is comming up and its time to go out there and find a new corn laden soulmate.

So, post in the comments what you want the Popanator to try!

Romance with my shit buddy!

I love shit, I love poopies, and I love my Ethan. Say what you will about religion, but that's my holy trinity right there. I found out that this company is making a two person toilet the other day, and I wanna save up and buy the first one. That is probably the most romantic idea for introducing "vanilla" people to the joys of a proper poop fetish, and what it means to share your poopies with your partner. As a matter of fact, I want whoever designed that beautiful beast to autograph it for me, so I'll have a real collector's item. Then Ethan and I can poop together, and then swap seats and enjoy the little brown presents we leave one another in our own bowls.
We tried dog bowls once, but that was kinda strange.

I think it's great that I have a man who loves my naughty little poop fetish. If I didn't have one, that handsome, wonderful man would've gone and found himself another girl who did. So I guess I'm grateful that I'm a little kooky sometimes, because I just wouldn't have my life any other way. I hope this Fistmas season, you guys all take some time to think of what you're happy and grateful for- because Fistmas is about more than just shit holes.
The perfect gift for your shit buddy!

Yoga is awesom!!!

I have been doing Yoga exercises lately to increase my flexibility so I can find even funner positions to fist my poopie hole. While I was doing my favourite pose where I bend over and put my head near my poopie hole so I can suck on my poopie as it is comming out of my ass mmmmm... I'm fapping!!!

Okay, done fapping. I realized I could stick my head up my ass. It is so beautiful up there. I mean my entire head fit! After years of fisting my poopie hole has gotten so big, my Ethan has to use both of his fists to get up there. But with my head up my ass I feel complete. I can eat my unborn poopies and recycle them over and over. Mmm..... It is like I am a never ending circle of love and poopies!
YOGA does work!
Popanator's Store at Zazzle

To all my fans:

Popanator's Store at Zazzle

Rapunzel--The more realistic story...

Here is a beautiful fairy tale for all those who love fairy tales:

There once was a beautiful woman trapped in a tower by an witch. She had long dark hair and was naked. (She lived in a tower, who would see her?) She had to piss and shit into a bucket (no toilets back then). Each time she pissed and shit she threw it out the window.

Her isolation drew her into insanity. Her only friends were the delicious corn laden poo she gave birth to and the witch she occasionally gave sexual favours to for scraps of bread and water. She would eat out the witch's period blood for extra seasoning.

One day as she was throwing out stale poopies out the window the prince rode up on his horse. He was drawn to her beauty. He snuck up to watch her big titties smeared in poopies and period blood jiggle as she threw out the bucket full of waste. He became so hawnee he had to hind behind a bush and choke his chicken while ocasionally fisting his poopie hole to get some lube.

Later that night, he snuck up under the window of that tower. He was standing in 5 foot deep of poopies. He was in heaven!! He rolled around the delicious poopies licking them up. He picked the corn out of the poop and tasted its corn goodness. He heard the woman come up to the window and he opened his mouth wide waiting for a poopie deposit.

Instead, the woman saw him and screamed. The prince said, "Don't scream, my love. Let me climb up on your long hair and I will teach you about anal love!" She never had a real cock in her before and wondered how it would feel, so she let down that long dark hair of hers.

The prince started to climb it and she screamed. Then she fell out of the tower. Luckily there was 5 feet of delicious corn laden poo to break her fall. She was on top of the prince and they started kissing. Then he told her to bend over and he fisted her poopie hole to break her in. She enjoyed it so much. They had anal sex for hours.

Then they rode off into the sunset smeared in poopies. They went back to the castle and live happily ever after. Of course, they had no childeren because all they did was anal sex. But they had fun anyway. Playing with and eating shit.

Now that's a love story!!!
Popanator's Store at Zazzle

Painful love

I was just sitting there taking my shit all filled with anticipation. But this shit was different. I was so much larger and hard than normal. It was like shitting out one of those rock hard poopcicles but not as nice. It was like giving birth. Then the poopie got stuck. Horrors! I had to take out my vacuum cleaner bent over when the shit brick hanging out of my ass and vacuum it out. The brick was larger than my fist. Finally the damn thing came out and my shit hole was bleeding. I used the blood as lube to fist my cunt for a while, because it hurt just so damn good!!! Then I took my rock hard poopie and threw it against the wall. Now there is a shit stained hole in my wall. Mmm... I licked up the juicies!