Earliest knowledge of RT fetish

Per earlier discussion, it has been a turn on since early years. In high school I actually had a girlfriend who loved RT AND bare bottom spankings. We had a lot of fun but no sex....both late bloomers. Advance to about age 30 when another gf had the kink. Lots of partners since but these days, just my gorgeous bride.

Mine was taken rectally at doctor and home till about age 6. I think my rectal thermometer fetish began around age 10 and I started doing self temperature around 11 into full blown medfet by about 15. The internet was a wonderful thing !!!!

Like many others here growing up in the US in the 60s and 70s, I had my temperature taken rectally until the age of about 6. Transitioning to oral temperatures was something of a rite of passage, a confirmation that you were old enough not to have to get it taken like a baby. In that sense, most kids welcomed the change. I’m pretty sure that my four older siblings and my friends did.

I was different, though. By the age of 6, I had already began to notice strangely pleasant sensations from having the rectal thermometer inserted. And apart from the physical aspect, temperature taking represented a rare moment of intimacy with my mother, who always seemed to be frazzled from the day-to-day business of raising a large brood of kids. That was especially true when she did it with me over her lap.

As a result, when time came for my own “transition”, I was already fairly ill-disposed toward the whole idea. But on top of that, the new type of glass thermometer, with its pointy bulb, felt more than a little uncomfortable as it jammed against the underside of my tongue. I could also taste (or sensed that I tasted) the alcohol that had been used to clean it. Overall, it was an unpleasant, almost traumatic, experience.

So I resisted. At first, I just said flat-out that I didn’t want to have my temperature taken in my mouth. But Mom insisted, and it was oral from that point forward. I soon realised that there was something shameful about wanting it the “baby way”, but I couldn’t suppress the desire. I started playing with the plastic thermometer from my toy doctor set in what I guess was a precursor to masturbation.

Over the next few years (taking my cue from health care guides perused surreptitiously at the bookstore), I developed various ruses to try to get either my mother or a nurse to use the rectal thermometer: drinking iced water, coughing, complaining of nausea. Alas, nothing worked, at least until a memorable situation (recounted in other posts here on Zity) when I was somewhere between 11 and 13.

I know by 11 it was there. I tried sticking a plastic thermometer from my old doctor kit in there, pretending it was getting taken at the docs. Didn't understand about lubrication, so not too much effect. A couple years later I thought to (duh) look at my mom's old baby manuals and there were clear instructions - and even pictures! Then I tried it with the real thing and some vaseline. Woohoo!

Hospital ER age 4🍑🌡️

Honestly, I never thought it was the beginning of a fetish. I was 22, newly married, and in the hospital recovering from an accident when I needed extensive facial reconstruction.

My husband said I was in the ICU for about three days. I hardly remember anything, but he told me they put something in my butt that recorded my temperature on a monitor. When I was transferred to the surgical recovery floor, there was a portable unit next to my bed with a probe on a coiled wire that a nurse used to take my temp rectally every few hours. It had been years since anyone had taken my temperature that way.

I remember one time when a nurse came in to take vital signs and pulled the curtain around my bed. My husband was sitting beside me, and the nurse suggested he wait outside. She was going to take my temperature, but I gestured that he should stay. He would need to know how to do this when I got home. As it turned out, I developed an infection and a fever at home, and that’s when I think these feelings of “I don't mind having this in my bottom” began.

I had always been obsessed with the picture from the Doctor Spock book, and the thought of RT were stimulating. I only really became aware of the fetish as a "thing" in late 90's/early 2000's when I came across stonefoxproductions and saw actual professional content being produced. Then the internet kindly found me other sources and communities.

I always found the Dr. Spock book, picture of the baby with a thermometer in its bottom to look kind of odd very cartoonish, but I always liked to look at that book when I was a kid.🌡️

I thought it was cartoonish too but I sure read and reread the instructions! It was late in my life when I discovered Stonefox, maybe because I was 50 before the internet was invented. Actually the first confirmation I had that I wasn't the only person on earth who found rectal temperature taking erotic (other than the occasional magazine) was DoctorTushy. Pretty low rent as far as the physical exams but lots of nice bottoms with rectal thermometer insertions.

I first got on the net about 1995 or so, but didn’t search for rt stuff till one or two years later, I been on a number of rt boards ever since. 🌡️

I recall the Dr. Spock book when I was very young and some Penthouse Variations letters later on. As an adult it was solidified when my girlfriend thought she had the flu and didn't have a thermometer to see if she had a fever. I bought a thermometer (rectal and oral) and flu medicine to her apartment. Inserting the lubricated thermometer up her lubricated anus, between those sweet butt cheeks got me hooked.

I don’t know how I first became aware of rectal temperatures, whether it was the booklet about temperature taking I read in our house that sparked my profound interest or whether I already somehow knew about them at age 4 or so and the booklet just catalyzed something that was already there. I do remember my mom occasionally threatening to do it that way if I didn’t cooperate with it in my mouth or under my arm, and at that point I hated the idea. I do wonder if I got it that way even younger, too young to retain conscious memories but with the experience still remaining with me. It was sometime around age 4 and 5, with that booklet as a key factor, that the feelings went from fascination and repulsion to fascination and curiosity and wanting to know what it felt like.