Hi everyone!
My name is Jo, I wanted to share some thoughts on the tricks I have played to get suppository when I was younger. I am also curious to hear your take on this. I have been reading this forum (as well as Voy forums) for years but never had the courage to share anything.
I have decided to open a WordPress blog recently called "Lifewithsuppository" where I share similar experiences and fantasies.
Here it goes:
Growing up in the early 90s, my family believed that suppositories were an effective treatment for many childhood issues. My mom and my grandmother regularly gave my sister, Chloe and I suppositories when we were constipated when we had a fever, when we were puking or when we were restless. Many doctors also believed in the power of “butt pill” so I had often received prescription suppositories when I was sick.
The suppository fetish had actually started with my sister, who was one year younger than me. My grandmother put one up her butt every time she had a stomachache. This almost always happened in front of me. I saw her naked butt wiggling between grannies hands while she reached into her pocket and pulled out a suppository. Grandmother stopped her moving bum, spread her cheeks with two of her fingers and pushed in the suppository quickly. Chloe normally did not even wince.
After this, I got interested in suppositories very quickly. First, I have acted like I had a stomachache too and made sure to do it while my sister was around. When grandma decided to administer a suppository, she did it in front of my sister. She giggled when she saw granny pulling down my pants and my penis had flipped out. Then I have received the “treatment” the same way as she did before. There is more to tell here, but this is a story for another day.
What I wanted to record in this post is how I have developed my suppository fetish. I listened to the stories my grandma, mom and other people they met had shared and quickly came up with similar scenarios in my head. Here are a few things I did to draw my families attention to my health “issues”.
I have noticed that when Chloe had constipation, she became much less chatty and much more stationary: she often just sat in the corner or leaned over a book not making a move. When asked anything she just replied with sighs and quiet moans or by shrugging. It didn’t take much time for me to learn to do the same and it worked like a wonder. Especially in the morning (after breakfast) or after watching tv, mom or grandma always noticed that there was something wrong. I was quickly sent to the toilet just to return unsuccessful. To me and Chloe’s pleasure, this was followed by me getting suppositories in my bum.
I have also learned to hold back farts when I needed and have only let it out either when Chloe or one of the family members were around. Almost everytime I was scolded for being disgusting and sent to the toilet to poop. Most cases I returned from the loo without success.
I realized that a lost appetite can also indicate an underlying problem, so when we got candy, cakes or fruits for snacks, I decided once a while complete refuse to touch them. This normally leads to questioning whether my tummy hurt or not.
Sometimes when I was with Chloe only, I had started clearly rubbing my tummy. Later I told her that I did not poop for a few days and my tummy was hurting. Chloe loved seeing me getting a suppository, so it didn’t take her a lot to get up and tell someone else that I am having tummy problems.
We had a nice wide heater in our apartment, that I have regularly set next to when no one was watching. I had pushed my head against it for a few minutes then stood up and let granny know that I felt dizzy. She checked my forehead and took me straight into the room. She did not even check my temperature properly, just went for the painkiller suppository.
I have also spit out the different pills that they gave me when no one was watching so that the expected bowel movement (or other improvements in health) never came. When I got a syrup against constipation, I have learned quickly how to make myself puke. This last one wasn’t easy, but I figured out that filling in a cup of water and leaving it out for a day helped a lot. I have also thought of things that disgusted me – like the top of milk when boiled – and that made me puke.
The last and my favorite one was what I thought of as the “poop in the pants”. I attended a kindergarten – and later attended the same place but for school – that had one single bathroom for everyone on each level. A straight corridor led to all toilets. Teachers told us that boys should take the left stalls and girls should take the right stalls, but no one had actually cared which stall you went in. I realized that for some reason, girls were less likely to flush the toilet, often leaving chunks of poop on the surface. When no one was around, I peeked into the girls’ stalls and found one with any “material” in them. I pulled my pants down, picked some poop pieces up and proceeded to press it against my bum hole. If anything remained on my fingers, I cleaned it within my underwear. The amount was so small, no one has smelled it. When going home I made my parents notice it one way another. I played this game several times, which I want to dedicate a separate post to.