Poopie Makeup

Hey, poopy freaks! I just found out something really neat about shit and its wonderful incarnations. Your pal the Popanator has been experimenting with my new all natural line of beauty products, produced right here in the US of A. In fact, they're produced right here in mah poopy hole, where I squeeze out the raw ingredients on a regular basis. That's right -- I'm using poopies as makeup! Not only is it environmentally friendly and cost effective. It's even really sexy!

See, the other day I was eating poopies, as I normally do on days that end in a Y (Willie says that so much, I'm starting to pick up that little Willie-ism). I happened to catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror, and I thought, "ooh, you're lookin' downright Poppalicious." Naturally, having poopies all around my mouth leaves a yummy crust that's great for later enjoyment, or to get myself turned on while I lick my lips at a cute boy across a crowded room. But I'd never really thought of how hot having shit on my skin actually looks.

I mean, there was that one time I was on my period and decided to let Willie fuck my pussy instead of my ass. When he came, the flowback was a pretty pink that looked a little like a raspberry colada. When I rubbed that on my skin, I felt like the sexiest little slut on the block. But I'd never even considered the thought of what poopies could do, both for the health of my complexion and for my overall sex appeal.

So I've been experimenting with different shades of poopies. Yeah, I have some control over the shade. If I load up on corn, I get a bit of yellowish tint, which would really go for a darker girl IMO. Since I'm really fair, anything will do except green -- but that shit would be HAWT on a redhead. Imagine a sexy redhead, covered head to toe in green poopies... just like a sexy mermaid. I'd lick it off her like a good girl!

I'm serious, guys. I'm gonna keep experimenting with this until I've got my own line of cosmetics. Think I should call 'em Popon, or maybe Poopon? Or something different maybe? Help me out here.

More Fan Mail and My Responses!

Hi, poopie freaks! I recieved some more fan mail! Well, fan mail from the same person. His name is Krisjan. He takes poop fetish and vore seriously. For those who don't know, here is some vore:



Not my thing at all. Reminds me of Dolcett and that shit scares me.



Anyway, enough of that Tom Fuckery. Here is the emails and reponses. This is the response after my response posted on my blog:

Krisjan (kinda sounds like Chris-Chan LOL)

Hello, 

Well you answered all of my questions. thank you. But I bet it would be asome to be your poopies. I mean I would love slide into your mouth and down your throat as poopy or not. (I have vore fetish; If you don't know its fetish were you fantasy about swallowing someone whole and alive or get swallowed by someone else whola and alive, or just see everything as food even none food products :D)  I hope my vore fetish comment is not grossing you out.      Well I can also tell you that I do have bit of scat fetish myself. But Scat fetish is not my original fetish the vore fetish is but my scat fetish is more of by product of my vore fetish so you can develop liking for another fetish if they cross path with each other. 

I hope you don't mind that I give you my reaction to your reply.

1.) Well 23, thats bit a late for such an amazing poop eating lover like yourself,    I would have thought you had started younger.  Why you started out as poopies eater you said something snapped in your head, I would say you just thought the idea of eating poop erotic back then and you just give into the urge and rest as they say is history. In other words You just have scat fetish but you are not bad person for having fetish.  I feel there is nothing more healthy than having fetish, as long its not throbbing other days to days actives  Motherly feel to it you say well more power to you then. :)

Additional question: How old  are you now?

2.) Well I was bit of prick asking about the taste. I know it can be hard to explain taste of something when the other person has no knowledge of the taste, it could feel like you were trying explaining rocket science to someone that dosen't even known the answer to 1+1= 

3) Well since you have such love for poopies I could understand that hard control one is self, I get this feeling sometimes when eating Pizza. 

4. ) I know the sliding down the throat question was another prick question, I love how you replied too it though :D

5). Well full belly is the greatest feeling ever. 

6.) Well I have seen lot of moves in my life time many great one both live-action and animation, im 25, but I have never seen a movie that changed my view on how I view the world, even if I have seen some of them more than once.  What has changed my view on world is following the world events and study sociology, both in school and on my own.  And i'm not into Asians, with that said I think that still nailed it how you feel about. pooping a poopies for second time. 

7. Wow, that bukkage thing sound little bit over the top to be truth, with that said reality is often stranger than fiction. I mean there was terrorist attack 10 years go that none Hollywood writer had idea to plot up for an movie. But I assume there were both males and females there.  But believe it or not the bible actually promotes dung eating. http://nobeliefs.com/DarkBible/darkbible4.htm#eat-human-feces

Additional Qustions 

Did every one there eat poop, or was there someone that didn't?. 

Did anyone knew the purpose of the bukkage before hand? 

Have you thought of repeating this, one day?

Whats the dirties thing you have done solo?

8. Well that lot of poop to eat, But I could image that those days when you are not having poop are frustrating especially ff you are yearning for your poop and specially if you are not in mood fisting for it. 

Additional question: Whats your ideal shape of poop too eat? 

9. Well lifestyle you say. Well never thought of that. But each is own I guess. One man is trash is another is treasury.  Every one can chose there life style when they are young but social posisiton also plays an factor some people have no choose.. Even if your brain, is as blank as an sheet paper. So I think every one could become poop eater if they wanted to. I don't believe you are born with set of skills that will make you one,  

10.  Well urine is sterile so its save to drink, and there is something out there called urine therapy whatch this documentary through  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N4QxNnO1yRY, Urine for medical benefits, how cool is that? but I'm 100% sure that you drink your urine any why. 

10. )Well, don't you think its bit an unfortunate that have several kinds of bacteria and thus not sterile as urine? 

10.) But there two types of bacteria in poop dead one and living one but I don't its are the dead one thats are causing harm only the small portions that are living. Well as for me starting in poop eating I'm not sure if I sould do that I don' want risk infections. But I put poop in my mouth and it was something i didn't like. So I will porbably never take up this habit. Also o I do have dental braces, want spend hours and hours cleaning them. But I did the smeaing thing felt bit of fun until he cleaning part I think I will never want spend so much time cleaning myself so it will only be one time only for me. 

But Japanese sientist are spending time figuring out how to make y poop eating save so I might change my tune, if thats works out. You have probably heard about that already. 

But the final question what does your family and friends feel about your habits. 

all the best, 

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My response:

Mmmm.... I read your email. Sorry, for the late response. I still have to work at my day job in order to afford corn or those stupid collectables I buy.

Your vore fetish does not gross me out. Sometimes I like to swallow my poo hole and just feel it slide down throat. 

I am 26 now.

Hope that answers your questions!

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Krisjan's response:

Well, thanks It didn't told me anything if I only knew the age you started eating poop, but not how old you were now. I could have though you were much older. Knowing the exact age is ideal :) Three years that's bit of time. 

For my other questions you could reply to them when you have time. They are not as important they are more for the fun. 

swallow poop without chewing never thought of that was possible. But don't be to greedy though if you swallow to much as once you could choke. 

Have you thought of filming any of those poop eating momments? It could be fun for your blog if you  putted a picture on it with your mouth full of poopies if you don't want be reconized then you could always blurr out your eyes. But if you want go for full video then you could post them on those home made video porn site if they allows poop videos. You still might have respectful job that you don't want lose for putting poop eating video of you online. Or you could just film a video and only made them able to your blog readers you could ask them for email address or ask for them to send you an email and you send them downloadable link. But if you htink this studied idea then you can just ignore it 

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My response:

My family is all for my poop eating habits. I have an Autistic brother Willie who also loves poop. He will sometimes hold it in his hand and squish it. He eats it too. But, Autistics love soft squishy things. My daddie is too senile to care and sometimes poops his pants. It squishes out and he gets a smile on his face. 

I never thought of filiming those poop eating moments. I think it is a good idea. I should make a video of me smearing myself in poopies. Maybe a video of me picking the corn out of those poopies and eating it. After that, I can hump the shit.

I only date men who share the love of poopies like I do. Ethan loved them for a long time, until he got tired of it and dumped me.

Japanese are immune to getting sick from eating poopies. Its generations of poop eating that make them immune. I really want to go to Japan. It is like my Amsterdam, although, Amsterdam would rule too!

I only swallow the smaller poopies whole. I don't want to choke on them like that time I tried sucking black dick.

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I will update you on this, when I get more mail. :D

Barbie Teaches You How to Fist!!!

Here is an exciting video where this guy will teach you about fisting. In this hot movie Barbie is the star. She gets fisted analy and vaginally. MMMMmmmmm...... I'm still daydreaming of a man who will some day bend me over and fist my poopie hole until it bleds, and then use the blood as lube for the other end.

I fapped myself hard and fast. That doll is one little slut. I know, I've shoved her in every one of my orficies!!!! I wish she had orficies to fist!

Pogo Stick

Hey, everybody! It's time for another little shit filled adventure. Today I'm gonna talk about what happened when I went to the flea market today. They don't sell actual fleas, but I let that slide when I found out some of the neat stuff they do sell, like pogo sticks. Now, your traditional pogo stick has handlebars, which makes it too wide to properly shove into even the most forgiving poopy hole. I know mah fist fits up there easily enough, but hot damn! Those handlebars would even scrape my insides! Using your pogo stick "stock" would be some seriously Olympic fisting- if you can do that, send me a video!


So I picked up a pogo stick, and bounced around contemplating how I might make some poopy fun with it. So I asked my autistic brother Willie to take off the top, and affix something a bit more fistable onto the top. You know how ass pies are- they can fix anything! He let me play with his deep fryer while I waited (mmm, deep fried poopies- a delicacy in some countries), and when he got done there was a giant round knob, like some kind of bannister topper like you'd see on a staircase attached to my pogo stick.

The boy's got style. I would've just put a dildo on there, but Willie knows it's a rare dildo that can satisfy the Popanator. So I mounted that giant knob, and it slid in like the head of some gigantic African cock- Oooooh! I bounced my little legs up and down, and got to bouncin' on that thing. God, it made me wet, watching my sweet, gooey pooey juices leekin' down the body of my pogo stick while my slutty legs bounced in the air. Fuck- I'm gettin' wet just thinkin' about it.

Sulfur Shitties

I dropped a poopie that was completely different than my normal poopies. I call it a a shittie. I have been constipated for 7 days. When the rock hard shitties came out theyw ere spoiled. They smelled like sulfur. I couldn't even eat them. Rotten egg poopies!


I vomitied up some recycled poopies and corn. I didn't want to waste good corn so I licked that up and ate it. But, damn those rotten egg shitties, I cannot eat. Maybe I eat so much shit it ferments in the new shit getting expired and making shitties.

I just took those shitties trying not gag as much as I could and put them in a paper bag. I drove down to Ethan's and left it on his doorstep and then let in fire. I rang the door bell and ran. I hope he enjoys his chilli shittie scent!

Vegan BBQ Recepies

I decided to have a cook out with all the members of my family.  I amm proud to say my BBQ was completely cruelty free and organic. I had to keep my Austic Brother Willie from eating the delicious feast before my othern families members arrived.

The biggest hit with everyone is vegan cheeseburgers. I collect a pound of delicious corn laden poo. I shape it like hamburgers and throw it on the grill. Then I take the cottage cheese from my vag and rub it on there. MMmmm.... Throw tht shit on a bun when its nice and steaming and OMG!!! Better than animal corpses.

Hot dogs are just as easy. Shape poopies into hot dogs, cook until the corn has a black stripe and ram that log into a bun.

Urine makes licious lemonade! Throw some ice cubes and yum!

Poopie pie is the funnest end to a delicious feast. Shit in a pie pan and serve. It doesn't get any better than that! MMmmmm......... My family loves poopies! We ate until we shit, then we ate again and fell asleep in a poopy patch.

Dinner at Uncle Tony's

I have been so depressed latley trying to get over the love of my life Ethan. I thought he was the corn to my shit. *sigh* I have writing my memoirs of my poopie novel, and it iso hard. Ethan has been a bigger part of my life than I thought.

Even my  Uncle Tony took notice. I have forgiven him for cutting down my corn. I realized there are more important things than corn. Okay, not much, but still corn is only a small part of corn laden poo. I went over to his appartment. He's one of the richer ones in the family. He has an apartment.  He looked at me and saw how sad and a mess I was. I didn't even want to eat corn laden poo.

Uncle Tony then started cook. I asked, "Hey, wheres the corn laden poo?!" He was cooking grilled cheese. I haven't anything but corn and poop since March 2010.

Tony looked at me and whiped his hands on his dress. He just stated, "Man cannot live on corn laden poo alone."

"What the hell does that mean?" I just sat at the kitchen table and put my head into my hands.

"You need to stop living in either or.  You need to write your on fairytale. Noone can do it for you."

"Are you stoned?! You need to stop with the jenkem."

"You need to stop depending on people to write your fairtale. You need to write it yourself."

"Well, I have been writing in my Popanovel. I have the first three chapters written. And it is a fairtale about poopies!"

Tony looked at me and said, "See, there ya go. You've been bitching about not having enough money to build your poopie palace! You are a writer. You need to write. Its a itch you have."

"You mean like my vaginal itch?"

"No dumbass, write your novel and sell it. Then you have $."

"And then I will have enough money to build my poopie palace! Thank you Tony! You are a genius!" I gave Uncle Tony a kiss on the cheek. And then ran out and back to my house. I opened up my book and started the next chapter. MMmmm... POOPIES. With my newfound inspiration, I took a shit and then ate it!

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.

Pink lemonade!

Today I was sitting on the toilet. Just pondering the world and life listening to the saddest songs. Me and my Ethan broke up. Its like a part of the Popanator is gone...forever. He was the corn to my shit.

He decided to leave after my obession with jenkem. Its doubtful I could ever get him back. He gave me  long to do list. Then at the end of it said there was no promise he'll be with me even after I accomplish those things. I wish there was something anything I could do. How do I know he won't just be off with the trailer park queen. It makes me sad every day. I still have other colourful characters in my life but none of them could ever replace my Ethan.

After sitting on the toilet for hours pondering my fate I started bleeding out of my cunt. The water turned my blood pink! I stood up and it looked like pink lemonade! I bent over and started licking the toilet like a dog does.

It looks like pink lemonade, but doesn't taste like it. It tasts so much better. Yum! Yum! That made me feel better.

Fecal Abortion

Every so often, I have to hold a funeral for one of my delicious, beautiful poopies. Every time a poopy leaves my body, it feels like a fecal abortion because of how much I love my shit. I try to keep them inside me sometimes, but sooner or later they just have to come out. But once they're born, they never get up and grow into the wonderful poopy adults I know they could be. It makes me sad sometimes, knowing that my shit is never going to grow up and have a full life full of the poopy memories it ought to have.

My poopies are more than just the waste products of the foods I've eaten (which ironically enough are themselves just more shit). They're extensions of me, and a part of me that seems to die every time I squat and poop. I'd love to keep them with me forever, but I know it's just a part of the cycle of life. I weep a little bit, but then I take heart in knowing that all of the shits that came before are looking down on me from the great meadow in the sky.

Every time I make my offering to the god of meadow muffins, floaters and steamers (Moofus, I guess), I remember that I'm giving something back to the Earth.

Poopie High

I heard a rumor that if you put your poopies into a pot, you can huff it like gasoline and get a really good buzz off of it. I don't know if that's true or not, but I do know I like the idea. So I got a pot, took a big corn laden shit in it, and took a massive hit off my shit. I giggled a little bit when my hair fell into my turd pile- it's a lot cheaper than hair dye, not to mention that it's all soft and conditioning. Man, is there anything poopies can't do?

It took a few good hits before I really felt anything. I guess I've got a pretty strong resistance to poopies, on account of my poop fetish and all that. So I inhaled it like the soothing balm of a middle eastern mystic, and let the visions begin to wash over me. Man was it deep. At first the colors of the room got brighter. Then I could feel my ass start talking to me- I couldn't understand him 'cause he wasn't speaking english. I also don't know why my poopy hole was a guy, but he had a really deep voice like Darth Vader or something.
He commanded me to shit out my new god. So I crawled on my hands and knees like an enslaved temple priestess, slowly shitting out a long and curvy turd. I didn't know I had that much inside of me, but it just wouldn't stop coming. When I was done, it started slithering towards me like a snake, and commanded me to open my legs and receive the holy seed.
When I wake up, the entire room was covered in shit. I don't know if I'm pregnant or not, but that was some good shit.

Poopie Tail!!!1!!!

My Ethan is a kinky little devil. The other day, he blindfolded me and led me back to his prized poopy patch (where we've had a lot of fun in the past), and it seems he'd taken the entire week sculpting the entire thing into what looked like a bunch of buildings. It was a shit city! So cute, kind of like the shitty city that I already live in.
He grinned as he told me that we were going to play dinosaurs. You've gotta admit, goofy dates are some of the most fun ones you can have. So he laid me down on the ground, lifted my skirt and began to fist me nice and deep, the way I like it. Ladies, if your man knows how to fist you proper, he's definitely a keeper. He drew those tasty pooey juices out of me, and began to cover my body with them like a slick, delicious ointment of love.

But when I was completely covered, he delivered the poop de grace, and pulled some of my guts out of mah ass just like a tail. Laying back and giving me a sexy look, he asked me to do the same things to him- how could I say no? I was wet as hell and I would've done anything for him at that point. So I pulled out a goodly bit of his sexy poopy colon, and we skulked around our little shit city. It was a lot of laughs, and you know I got off a lot as we smashed the place back into a poopy pile. My "tail" was unbelievably sensitive, and he did this thing with his tongue... hot damn! Why'd I never think of that?Some shit for you poopie city~!

Poopie Society

I was watching an educational TV program again (because knowledge is a very important thing to me), and I heard a term that sounded pretty neat- the Groom of the Stool. Believe it or not, back in the olden days the sons of powerful noblemen would be the king's personal secretaries- and needless to say, kings being busy and powerful men, it also involved wiping their asses. I never would have thought of that! Poopy guards! They were a little bit like those gong farmers (they called shit "gong" back in those days- not sure why, I can't get mine to make a sound) who worked at night collecting all of the poopies from the people of the town.
I think, and I should definitely investigate this further, that this was actually the work of a poopy secret society. Think about it- the most powerful men collected the royal poopies from the king's arse itself, while the regular knight errants of the Order of the Brown Throne (that just sounded good to me) took it away, perhaps to trade with foreign powers. After all, poopies are just like brown gold, except that those cash for gold places don't pay you anything for them.

I'm thinking that the fact that even if you spray paint the poopies gold they won't get you any money is a modern day extension of the Order of the Royal Steamers, and their desire to collect all of the world's poopies and use them for whatever secret purposes they have. I finally get it! It all fits together perfectly! I have a unifying theory of shit! Take that, Stephen Hawking!

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!

Eat Shit and Live

I found this little jem on http://www.peopleofwalmart.com/ Too bad those assholes banned me two months ago. But it seems like they are comming around to the shit eating philosophy!  I love the logic. We can eat shit, take a shit and reeat it! MMmmm... No need to buy any more pesky food. It will be natural and less wastefull. Those hippies are so smart!

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.

My Ethan

My Ethan is always so helpful. He helps me shit and do all sorts of things. Whenever I am constipated he says down and has me squat over his mouth and use him as my personal toilet. He holds my hand because I have to strain in order to get the hard poopies out. MMmmm.... Then after I slide it in his mouth, he licks my poopie hole and cleans it up. I love to use his tounge as my toilet paper. Ethan is the best!

The perfect gift for your sweetest shit buddy!

Shit Porn!

I decided to surprise my Ethan with a visit today. I went over to his trailer and he was jacking off to shit porn. Now, being the modern girlfriend I am, I wasn't offended I decided to join. But, first I watched him fisting his poopie hole getting his hand all nice and squish and she started jacking off.

He got really into it and started rubbing the delicious poopies on his face. I was getting really turned on and walked into his trailer. He was so happy to see me! I licked the delicious corn laden poo off his body and he started fisting my poo hole and rubbing the delicious poopies on me.

 Mmmm.... He banged my poopie all nice and hard and shot a huge sticky load up there. The delicious cum laden poo leeked out and licked every last drop!

 Then we cuddled in the huge poopie patch we made. Nothing  is more romantic than cuddling in a big wet juicy poopie patch. Mmmm...

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 Twelth Day of Fistmas...

On the twelfth day of Fistmas my shit hole gave to me twelve humpers humping,

eleven pissy fountains,
ten dead cats rotting,
nine maggots dancing,
eight poopy cookies,
seven anal rodents,
six steamers steaming,
five fisty fists,
four rainbow turds,
three ass pies,
two corny cobs,
and a poopy right on my knee.