Pick posted:

I don't really know what a prostate is, but I have always envisioned it like an abscess. I've always thought it was this ping-pong-ball-sized pocket of pus that lives on the "far side" of the colon wall. I have always visualized it like the melon of a dolphin



except for feeling sexual pleasure if a man takes a big poop or has items entering and leaving his rear end. In my mind this is the only way a man really can experience "sexual pleasure" and why women can't; it's because of the prostate which gets the "sexual vibrations". But if you can imagine for a moment, a man who has his prostate perforated, such as in a biopsy. The "pus" or "melon juice" of his prostate will seep out, into the rectum, and slowly seep from his anus. As this happens he can feel the slickness of this experience, but there isn't pleasure. There is grief and despair as he feels the liquid version of "his ability to feel sexual pleasure" exit the prostate (abscess) and leak away. If you can imagine him feeling sick--genuinely nauseous--as he can physically feel this part of him be destroyed, knowing he can never experience pleasure again, like the pressure from the "prostate sac" depleting as his hope for the future depletes. I imagine he's crying. It's hot that he's crying. His physical pain is minor but his emotional pain is staggering and he cannot contain his tears.

Pastry of the Year posted:

I swear to god I click on the worst loving threads and I know I'm doing it while I'm doing it

Pick posted:

I don't really know what a prostate is, but I have always envisioned it like an abscess. I've always thought it was this ping-pong-ball-sized pocket of pus that lives on the "far side" of the colon wall. I have always visualized it like the melon of a dolphin



except for feeling sexual pleasure if a man takes a big poop or has items entering and leaving his rear end. In my mind this is the only way a man really can experience "sexual pleasure" and why women can't; it's because of the prostate which gets the "sexual vibrations". But if you can imagine for a moment, a man who has his prostate perforated, such as in a biopsy. The "pus" or "melon juice" of his prostate will seep out, into the rectum, and slowly seep from his anus. As this happens he can feel the slickness of this experience, but there isn't pleasure. There is grief and despair as he feels the liquid version of "his ability to feel sexual pleasure" exit the prostate (abscess) and leak away. If you can imagine him feeling sick--genuinely nauseous--as he can physically feel this part of him be destroyed, knowing he can never experience pleasure again, like the pressure from the "prostate sac" depleting as his hope for the future depletes. I imagine he's crying. It's hot that he's crying. His physical pain is minor but his emotional pain is staggering and he cannot contain his tears.

Lacey posted:

Lacey posted:

For some reason, a man with panic in his eyes really does it for me.

Painful Dart Bomb posted:

I was too young to understand it yet (maybe 6 or 7) but one Donald Duck cartoon made my dick feel really funny. He goes to like a robot museum and spends the whole time getting restrained and humiliated by robots. Pretty sure that hosed me up in some way.

Zil posted:

Is it the "oh god, what have I gotten myself into" or "no way is that going to fit" part that you like more?

Grevling posted:

Pick posted:

for this one I値l put the words in later but here are the diagrams

Pick posted:

for this one I’ll put the words in later but here are the diagrams

Pick posted:

for this one I値l put the words in later but here are the diagrams

HappyKitty posted:

Pick I know what you're trying to do but I WILL NEVER CLOSE THIS THREAD

Pick posted:

We have to begin in history with a simple question: Why do cats poop in secret ways?

The answer: because they do not have wiener in the back.

Though it is important to cats to spray to express their whereabouts, their precise control is restricted to the pfft-pfft-pfft of the little spraycan of the nards.

If the cat had availed itself of an evolutionary pooping wiener, it could move beyond the oft-hidden tumble turds and instead possess a marker to match the highlighter of whizz.

If humans had such a tube, to control the poop and where it was deposited, it would be much to our advantage. See FIGURE 1.



FIGURE 1.

This is a tube, like the toy water willy, that connects to the "traditional anus area" and then translocates the anus to the end of the flesh passage. See FIGURE 2.


FIGURE 2.

The spinal column is not in this tube. It operates by the same mechanisms as the trunk of an elephant, but as it is the submissive orientation, the "receptive alignment", it is weak. There is smooth muscle in the intestinal wall, and there is muscle in the sphincter, but largely, the appendage hangs. The human arm/hand can hygienically maneuver the poop tube and ensure poop is deposited according to owner preferences. See FIGURE 3.


FIGURE 3.

We must now explore the cultural dimension of the poop tube. Obviously, the civilized man would not leave something so indicative of his "animal plight" unmarred. Furthermore, there is the matter of "stimulation" of the "receptive alignment". The prostate, as noted, is a warm button of fatty jelly housed in the taint. So for the aggressive whizz-wiener to command the button and unleash the heat, the length of the poop tube must be roughly equivalent to the length of the penis.

This is not the natural configuration. The poop tube must be truncated. See FIGURE 4.


FIGURE 4.

This produces a ring of scar tissue, and the turds tumble out aimlessly. This is a gesture of trust.

Naturally, inserting the penis, roughly, into a tube which has lost the natural protection of its giving sphincter, means there will be tears. Tears mean blood, and tears mean scabs. Excessive scabbing and scar tissue is indicative of a partner who is "sexually excessive" in either force (causing lacerations and abrasions which are punishing to the weak flesh of the poop tube) or in the demands of his schedule (not allowing for tissue to heal, and possibly causing infections and improper oozing). However, a neglected rim suggests a receptive partner who is unappealing, or that it entertains a weak or lackadaisical penis.

The correct amount of sexual wear-and-tear causes few scabs that heal and flake. This creates a gleaming rim of fresh, shining skin (the skin you see under a scab). This, the ring of the poop tube is like the sugar of a margarita, catching the light, inviting with a tease. A modest man can keep his tube as such.

Of course, the poop tube is truncated to the necessary length for the corresponding penis of the partner. Otherwise, the penis will not reach its intended target, or the jelly-button will be jammed to excess.

If the poop tube is kept long, it is evidence that the recipient keeps BIG HOG company. See FIGURE 5.


FIGURE 5.

Therefore, the one with a very short tube, barely a lip, is configured for the smallest penis only (everyone will know!), and his poop will tumble near his buttcheeks. Remember that this can, and would be, and should be, disgusting to anyone, and that we only tolerate our very pooping hole living among the rump because God himself has willed it so.

Meanwhile, the one with a truncated poop tube that is long and wrecked, is someone who obviously DEMANDS a companion who is hulking and artless. It is vulgar. And to see a partner with a torn, dangling rim on the end of a loose, flapping hose, is a matter of disgust, and theirs will be a tattered flag of abandoned pleasures.

Anyone whose poop tube suggests "deviant proportions" would be known and they would know it themselves, as they directed their poop to the repository, their hand on their dishonor.

Surely there are skeptics who will fail to extol my shiny anus worldbuilding, however, it distills the essence of sex.


e: typo

Wamdoodle posted:

wasn't this in the hit James Cameron movie Avatar

Pick posted:

It's not that strange. I'm just the superior biologist.

Pick posted:

It's not that strange. I'm just the superior biologist.

Pick posted:

This, the ring of the poop tube is like the sugar of a margarita, catching the light, inviting with a tease.

Escape Addict posted:

Margaritas are rimmed with salt, not sugar.

Wamdoodle posted:

wasn't this in the hit James Cameron movie Avatar

LOVE LOVE SKELETON posted:

i never thought i would say it but pick has outdone herself

lol but seriously I posted:

I assumed from the other thread those two were "pick classics" from one of the several periods I wasn't paying attention to the site but it's good to know that she's still got it.

Pick posted:

We have to begin in history with a simple question: Why do cats poop in secret ways?

The answer: because they do not have wiener in the back.

Though it is important to cats to spray to express their whereabouts, their precise control is restricted to the pfft-pfft-pfft of the little spraycan of the nards.

If the cat had availed itself of an evolutionary pooping wiener, it could move beyond the oft-hidden tumble turds and instead possess a marker to match the highlighter of whizz.

If humans had such a tube, to control the poop and where it was deposited, it would be much to our advantage. See FIGURE 1.



FIGURE 1.

This is a tube, like the toy water willy, that connects to the "traditional anus area" and then translocates the anus to the end of the flesh passage. See FIGURE 2.


FIGURE 2.

The spinal column is not in this tube. It operates by the same mechanisms as the trunk of an elephant, but as it is the submissive orientation, the "receptive alignment", it is weak. There is smooth muscle in the intestinal wall, and there is muscle in the sphincter, but largely, the appendage hangs. The human arm/hand can hygienically maneuver the poop tube and ensure poop is deposited according to owner preferences. See FIGURE 3.


FIGURE 3.

We must now explore the cultural dimension of the poop tube. Obviously, the civilized man would not leave something so indicative of his "animal plight" unmarred. Furthermore, there is the matter of "stimulation" of the "receptive alignment". The prostate, as noted, is a warm button of fatty jelly housed in the taint. So for the aggressive whizz-wiener to command the button and unleash the heat, the length of the poop tube must be roughly equivalent to the length of the penis.

This is not the natural configuration. The poop tube must be truncated. See FIGURE 4.


FIGURE 4.

This produces a ring of scar tissue, and the turds tumble out aimlessly. This is a gesture of trust.

Naturally, inserting the penis, roughly, into a tube which has lost the natural protection of its giving sphincter, means there will be tears. Tears mean blood, and tears mean scabs. Excessive scabbing and scar tissue is indicative of a partner who is "sexually excessive" in either force (causing lacerations and abrasions which are punishing to the weak flesh of the poop tube) or in the demands of his schedule (not allowing for tissue to heal, and possibly causing infections and improper oozing). However, a neglected rim suggests a receptive partner who is unappealing, or that it entertains a weak or lackadaisical penis.

The correct amount of sexual wear-and-tear causes few scabs that heal and flake. This creates a gleaming rim of fresh, shining skin (the skin you see under a scab). This, the ring of the poop tube is like the sugar of a margarita, catching the light, inviting with a tease. A modest man can keep his tube as such.

Of course, the poop tube is truncated to the necessary length for the corresponding penis of the partner. Otherwise, the penis will not reach its intended target, or the jelly-button will be jammed to excess.

If the poop tube is kept long, it is evidence that the recipient keeps BIG HOG company. See FIGURE 5.


FIGURE 5.

Therefore, the one with a very short tube, barely a lip, is configured for the smallest penis only (everyone will know!), and his poop will tumble near his buttcheeks. Remember that this can, and would be, and should be, disgusting to anyone, and that we only tolerate our very pooping hole living among the rump because God himself has willed it so.

Meanwhile, the one with a truncated poop tube that is long and wrecked, is someone who obviously DEMANDS a companion who is hulking and artless. It is vulgar. And to see a partner with a torn, dangling rim on the end of a loose, flapping hose, is a matter of disgust, and theirs will be a tattered flag of abandoned pleasures.

Anyone whose poop tube suggests "deviant proportions" would be known and they would know it themselves, as they directed their poop to the repository, their hand on their dishonor.

Surely there are skeptics who will fail to extol my shiny anus worldbuilding, however, it distills the essence of sex.


e: typo

Pick posted:

They池e new

Maldoror posted:

lips pout
the walls fall out
red rose grows as the walls unfold
my lapse
prolapse