Your memorable suppository experience

My worst suppository experience happened when I was 6 or 7. Mom invited some guest for an afternoon coffee and some chat. I had some throat ache developed a few days back. I was just playing in the corner and went to asking something from mom. She saw my face (probably it was red) and touched my forehead. “Oh god, you have a fever.” She just apologized to the people and went to the kitchen. Upon her return she had an aluminum foil wrapped suppository in her hand.

“ I will be right back just I finish with my son”. She grabbed me and we stepped into her bedroom, but the double door left open. She gave me the suppo right there. Had to stand in front of her and bend over. Half of the guests could see the show. I felt very bad. My face became even more red.

My most memorable insertion take place in a hospital, where I was held down by nurses to get my medicine.This take place during 90's era, i was about 5 .

I once heard of suppositorio of blood glucose for laxative and was curious. a while later I had the courage to try and liked it a lot, it was super easy to use and the effect was very good rs

I once heard of suppositorio of blood glucose for laxative and was curious. a while later I had the courage to try and liked it a lot, it was super easy to use and the effect was very good rs

Never heard of a"blood glucose" suppository - are referring to a suppository to raise one's blood glucose (sugar) levels - simply a glycerin laxative suppository?? I'd be interested if you could expand on this!! Thanks!!

When pregnant with my first daughter, I was having terrible morning sickness. The nurse in my OB’s office phoned our pharmacy with a prescription, which I asked my husband to pick up for me. I remember sitting on our bed when he handed me a paper bag with the meds inside and discovering they were not the pills I expected — they were suppositories!

Thus began what became a lifelong connection with Phenergan, through morning sickness years ago and occasional illness with nausea. Phenergan has been a godsend. It does come in tabs, but I think the supps work quicker – and in my case it’s nice to have a loving partner who has been known to get up at 3am when I needed one!

@Vicki_V does Phenergan suppositories come with greasy farts issues ? how do u deal with it ?

I've written in another thread about a traumatic episode which was probably my most "memorable" suppository experience. Another memorable incident sticks out in my mind because it was the first time I saw my own butthole.

The incident happened after I had received a suppository and felt the usual burn of it melting in my butt. I told my mom that it was painful. She then lifted me up under my thighs and carried me to the full-length mirror, so that I was looking at myself suspended against her chest with my knees to my shoulders. She told me to look down at the opening between my buttocks, and told me it's because of the medicine she put in there.

Just another weird experience of my domineering mom controlling my body.

Other than occasional Preparation H suppository use, my experience with what I would call “real” suppositories is limited to one time, my first time. And like most “first times”, especially those from childhood, left a lasting impression. It was 1952 and I was 8 years old, in the hospital overnight to have my tonsils removed. Early in the evening of the day before the surgery, two nurses came into the ward, pulled the curtains around my bed and gave me an enema from a large metal can hanging from an IV pole. Not my first ever, but different because I had to be on my hands and knees, shoulders down on my bed, to receive it. Mom had always done them with me over her knees or on the bathroom floor. I slept very soundly that night.

Very early the next morning, surgery day, the same nurses came back. They woke me, had me roll over on my tummy, and pulled my hospital PJ bottoms down. Very quickly I recurved a shot in one butt cheek, followed by something large, cold and very slippery being inserted into my rectum that made me squirm. My pjs were then pulled back up and I was rolled onto my back. I began to feel very very sleepy almost immediately. The next I remember was waking up in my bed back in the ward with a sore throat, and a promise from my parents of a popsicle on the way home for being such a good boy. I figured out later what the object that went up my butt was something called a suppository, and that it was probably contained a strong sedative.

I still have fantasies about being in the hospital attended by two nurses putting things in my bottom.

When I managed to get 25 suppositories in me at one time. I know it was unsafe but what a full feeling.

I was perhaps 9 and had been vomiting for a couple of days. My mom said the doctor ordered some medicine to give me. Yes it was a suppository and I was completely unfamiliar with the concept. So it was over her knees, panties down, and OMG she must not have used any sort of lubricant because to this day, I remember the deep, painful insertion along with the humiliation of having her do that.

I’ve got a few, but my most memorable suppository experience is when I was maybe 4-5 years old.

A bit of backstory - I absolutely positively hated pooping. I hated the smell, the feeling of it, and missing out on whatever else was going on, so even when I felt like I had to go, I’d try my damndest to hold it in. This, of course, made me more and more constipated and made it feel even worse when I actually did poop, which only furthered my hatred of it all in general.

At some point during my childhood, my parents took note of all of this. Their first attempt to get me to poop regularly was to put a jar of small candies in the bathroom and when I pooped, I got one. They also fed me prunes and limited other foods that could cause constipation. These things worked for a while, but I went back to holding it in (especially after I figured out how to open the “child-proof” jar of candy on my own). Eventually the topic was brought up with my doctor (I vaguely remember my mom asking about it and me being scared but defiant). The doctor suggested a few other remedies, but suggested if none of those worked quickly to try a suppository.

Fast forward some time, and while I had gotten a couple suppositories by this time, I still held it in and fought any attempt to make me poop. My parents talked to my doctor and they actually X-rayed my belly to ensure nothing weird was going like I wasn’t blocked somehow. I wasn’t, I just really hated pooping.

Anyway, the routine quickly became every afternoon before my nap (on days I took one) my parents would usually have me sit on the toilet to try, and if I couldn’t/wouldn’t, they’d proceed as usual - wash my face and hands with a wash rag, and put me down for a nap. Once I woke up, it was often back to the toilet to try again. Unless I pooped, I could generally expect to have to try before bed that night, and every morning when I woke up. But usually, after a couple of days of not pooping, and before my nap, I’d usually get a suppository (or more) and my squirming, kicking, running, screaming, etc. would usually result in a threat of going to the doctor for “several” of them. That happened once, actually.

I have a very vivid memory of one afternoon getting ready for my nap and my mom was helping me get undressed to get into my pajamas. There was no toilet time that day, but that wasn’t super unusual. She asked my dad to get a wet wash rag from the bathroom (to wash my face and hands as usual). As he was in the bathroom getting a wash rag, she hollered into him “and a large towel while you’re at it”. I still didn’t think much of it, and my mom plopped me off the bed where I was sitting on to the ground, and my dad came out and spread out the towel on the bed. I then realized what was going on and tried to run, but was quickly grabbed, placed on my back, and my legs were hoised over my head and in went at least two suppositories. I hated that.

Now I usually do a suppository or three before an enema series. Crazy how we can change like that, huh?

I recall one summer as a kid around six when I had been vomiting a lot and I guess the pediatrician prescribed suppositories of some type for my nausea. I'm not sure why my mother wasn't available, but my father was the one to give it to me. I remember he told me he had to put it in my "booty", so I started stripping down. I especially remember the feeling of the air around me, being totally naked and lying down down upon the bed, feeling both embarrassed and a little scared. I heard some crinkling of the foil while he got the suppository out. I then felt my father's hand spreading open my hole and the very violating feeling of something cold and hard going up my rectum. He didn't push it in far enough and I pushed it out because it was so uncomfortable. He said NO, it needed to stay in and he stuck it in again, this time much farther with his finger. I remember it hurting a bid and I think I stated to cry, mainly out of embarrassment of being naked and having my bottom violated like that. I never liked my father much as he was an alcoholic and I was usually afraid of him, but that experience definitely left an imprint on my psyche. A few years later, I got to watch my mother giving him a suppository when he was sick from cancer. Not being used to seeing other naked males, I remember how excited I got from seeing has ass exposed, and the hair surrounding his anus. It was so hot watching the suppository being inserted and disappearing up his hairy little asshole.

My first suppository that I gave myself made me cum. I believe my ejaculation stung, since it was my first time. But it felt good.

I posted this story several years ago, all true.

My wife and I, were discussing an illness we had back in the early 1980’s. We both had woke up one morning with an extreme stomach bug. We were both running a fever as well as vomiting and having diarrhea. We were in our early twenties and my mother-in-law worked nearby where we lived. My mother-in-law was just an older version of my wife and extremely good looking. My wife had called her to see if she could bring us something to stay hydrated and the family Dr. had sent us a prescription of Phenergan suppositories as well as Tylenol suppositories for fever. As we were not able to get out of bed without puking or having diarrhea my mother-in-law stayed to nurse us for about three days straight. There was no point putting on clothes because we would have just messed them up, so we were both in bed stark naked. I was in one bedroom next to a bathroom and my wife was in another bedroom. For the first 12 hours I was so sick that I was not fully aware of what all was going on, starting sometime after that though I started feeling better and realized she had been cleaning me up after going to the bathroom as well as about every four hours or so she was putting suppositories in me. As I lay there in the bed feeling better, I couldn’t help but start getting horny thinking of her seeing her son in law completely striped down in bed sometimes with cover over me and sometime nothing covering me at all. She would ever so often come and wipe me down with a cool damp cloth and cool me down. As time went on every time, she would uncover me to put in a suppository or wipe me down I would lie there like I was mostly a sleep most of the time. I know several times I would be getting an erection as she would tend to me, but nothing was ever mentioned. Great memories though!

I was 15 had a very bad stomach bug mom called our family Doctor he was out of the office. His nurse recommended I go to the Emergency Room. Instead mom called my old pediatrician to see if they would call me in something for vomiting. They said I would need to be seen first. To come on in they would work me in. They took me back just a few minutes after we arrived. Mom explained to the nurse what was going on. That I was vomiting very nauseated. She asked about running a temperature mom said not that she knew she hadn’t taking it. She ask if I had taking any medication Tylenol, ibuprofen mom said no. She ask if I had any diarrhea. No . The nurse said let’s get your temperature she walked over to the counter got the thermometer. She said she need to take it in my bottom because I was still nauseated. So not only did I get a thermometer in my butt . Then after seeing the Doctor I got a suppository push up my butt by a different nurse and a prescription for suppositories ended up getting one from mom that night too.