Popanator off to church!

I went to church the other day. You know, Sunday is supposed to be holy or something. I don't know if they shortened that from “poopy holey,” because I think it's pretty catchy. But I walked in there for shits and giggles, which is kind of my whole life. I went in there thinking maybe it'd be neat to be all religious and shit, because people seem to be happy when they're in church. But then I realized how boring the whole thing was. I walked in and sat down, and it got really quiet like it does before golf or something.


Then people started chanting and singing and stuff, which was annoying. They were kind of quiet but they were still really boring sounding. They must've sang like four songs. Then the guy in the fancy robes started talking about this and that, and try as I might I couldn't change the channel. I just thought he was like one of those boring lecture guys you hear on the radio, but then he got into passing out these weird chamber pots. Finally! Something I understood. So when the pot came to me, I squatted down and took a nice big poo right into it. Naturally, this got me everyone's attention, because we all know the Popanator is the queen of poo.

The funny part was, despite my super-impressive turd, I guess it wasn't enough for their tastes. They all started yelling at me and told me to leave. It kinda hurt, and I felt all vulnerable because my shit wasn't good enough for them. I cried all the way home and I felt worthless, like the cream of my colon just wasn't right. So I tell you guys what. I'm going to start my own church, the Church of Poopy. The Great Almighty Poo, by all his names, will welcome ALL the shit-worshippers of the world. Black, brown, green, even those funky exotic shades of poo will be welcome without prejudice. We are all equal in poopies!

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I miss my Ethan!

I am still trying to get back into the whole habit of my old life. My life before I met Ethan. Where it was just me and my fist. Getting by eating out my diapers. MMmm... .CORN!

I realized I didn't have to go back to my old life. I can do what I want! I create a third choice. I can get my own poopie palace. Smear delicious corn laden poo whever i want! Mmmm.. POOPIES!

I ran to draw the blueprint of my poopie palace! A castle made from poopie bricks dried in the sun. All the furniture is poopies! Poopies!! Poopies! Poopies! I will eat, sleep, clean with, SHIT! The corn in my poopies will be like candy!

I have my blue print all drawn up. Now, its time to find out where I can build this castle.

Shit Balls!

I saw this show on TV about dung beetles, and I think they are absolutely CUTE! Not only are these little buggy things that like to hang around in poopies. Now, as I enjoy upgrading my personal education, I paid very close attention to the poopy hoarding behavior of the dung beetles that were profiled in the show.
Some kinds of beetles like to push their shit balls around like some kind of a sport. Sounds like fun- maybe I'll try that later on. Poopy ball! But I started to get a little hot when it mentioned that some dung beetles don't bother with that, and just live in the poopy patch. Next time I'm out "shopping" for meadow muffins, I'll be sure to take a big wheel barrow so I can stock up. I need to redecorate anyway...

What's really cool about the dung beetles is that the mommy and the daddy dungie sometimes push the shit ball as a team. Maybe some day my Ethan and I will have our very own massive ball of shit- the American Dream made real. I'm sorry, but I've gotta fist my shit hole over that or I'll just explode. Kisses!

ICE CREAM!

It is so freaking cold outside. I went outside to play and see what treasures I could find. Unfortuantley the snow outside was over 6 inches. Enough to side a penis in and have a coldgasm, but not much else. I decided to just take a shit and leave. I sqwated down and took a nice long steamer and it plopped down in the snow. Mmmmm... But then my poopie immediatley froze. It looked like chocolate ice cream. I picked it up and tasted it! It was better than chocolate ice cream! Yum! I spent the rest of the day searching for brown snow and had my own little version of ice cream!!! YUMMY!

Poopy Skating!

Oh, there's just nothing like the winter time. I love to go outside in the brisk air, and feel my nipples get all hard, and watch my cheeks get flushed. Ethan tells me I'm never cuter than when I get all “snow bunny.” So a little while ago, he took me poopy skating. I'd never done that before, but it sounded like fun. Basically, there are two ways that you can poopy skate if you love poopies as much as I do. You can skate around on a big field covered in poop (which can take a little while to build up), or you can coat your feet in soft, squishy poopies and slide around on a pretty smooth surface. So when he put a blindfold on me and took my hand, I had a feeling it was going to be a lot of fun.


We got to the poopy patch, and he took a big plastic tarp off of the area. He must have been working on the thing for months, because there was shit everywhere! I had never seen so much poop in one place before, and it was almost a religious experience for me. So we started skating around, and it was magical.
If you have never skated on poopies before, it is an almost indescribable experience to go through. The poop squished so deliciously under my feet- I felt like I was flying almost. And the notion that he'd done this just for me brought tears to my eyes. It's so wonderful to be loved like that.

Dr. Popanator

I had this idea that maybe poopies did not necessarily need to come out of a poopy hole. You know how snake mommies and snake daddies get together and make little baby snakes? Well, what if poopy holes were nothing more than the entrance into a place where mommy and daddy poopies made their little poopy babies. Wouldn't that just make sense? So maybe, if somewhere in my pretty little guts there is a place where the poopies have their mating rituals and lay their little poopy eggs, it might be possible to breed poopies in the outside. So I got to thinking about setting up a poopy habitat for them.

One of the neat things about my poop fetish is that it still lends itself to some reason. For instance, I know that poopies are attracted to warm, dark places. So the first thing I did was get a red light bulb (like with photography) so the bathroom would be nice and dark. Then I filled the bath tub with nice, warm water. I figured that would be a good place to breed me some poopies. But then I remembered that it takes two, ya know? So I sat on the edge of the tub, and pumped me out a poopy mare and a poopy stud. It was kinda neat, because the stud starting chasing the mare around the tub almost immediately. I have to admit, I was cheerin' for him. I was also curious where he puts his poopy seed- this is some fascinating research, you know?
I'll report more when I know it. Then you can call me Dr. Popanator!

On the First Day of Fistmas...

On the first day of Fistmas my shit hole gave to me a poopy right on my knee.

Its not too late to start Fistmas Shopping!!!

If I were queen...

Sometimes I dream of life being queen. I would have my own little poopy land and Fistmas will be a natural holiday. I would stit upon my throne which will be a toilet. Mmm... Then I would ocassionally bob for corn laden snacks. I would have a robe made of toilet paper and a crown made of poopies with the corn being my jewels. I would spread the love of poopies and have everyone worship the big 80ft tall poopie. He is a magical creature that spreads all that warm squishy goodness.

There will be no hunger in my land. We will just keep eating our poopies and never go hungry. There will aslo be fields of blue and yellow corn so we can all have delicious corn laden poo.

All offical business will be done from my bathroom, which would be everyone room of the house. The walls will be painted in delicious poopies for all to lick. MMmmmm..... All furniture will be made from poopies. Poopies are a renewable resource. We will never run out of poopies.

People will love me. I would stop the wasting of delicious poopies. We try to bury them and hide them. Imagine if we used them and ate them! No more waste. Also, with the extra poopies we can make poopie artwork. It will keep the local artists in business. Mmmm...

That is all of my fantasy for now. Just imagine a world of delicious corn laden poo....
Decorate your castle!

Fistmas Crafts!

Here is a fun way to decorate your Fistmas tree with homemade lights!!!

What you need:
30 used tampons (I save mine up for months just to smell and taste them later. Mmmm...)
6 foot of twine

What you do is space the used tampons evenly apart. They are already nicely coloured a festive shade of red. Then tie the tampon strings to the twine. Put it on your tree and vola! It looks like Fistmas lights!

Poopcorn ornaments:

What you need:
Corn laden poo
String

Take the corn laden poo and roll it up into little balls. Then take the string and threat it though the corn laden poo. Vola! Fistmas ornament. Now put that on you tree!!!

I hope these crafts help you have the best Fistmas tree in the neighbourhood!!!
Now its time to put presents under that tree!

Decorating for Fistmas!

Get a Voki now!

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!
Perfect Fistmas Gifts!

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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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!

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...

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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