Suppository experiences

Another question, id like to find a substance that will stay in suppository shape long enough to have cannibis added to it, well mixed then inserted, but must have nothing in it to make me shit, but melt releasing the cannibis……………………..any ideas folks ?

I remember my first enema, but I don't remember how old I was when I had my first suppository. I was given suppositories from early childhood as a remedy for constipation. Usually they were glycerin suppositories, but there were laxative suppositories as well. I also got antipyretic suppositories when I was sick.

I had suppositories until I was 12. I wasn't afraid of suppositories, but when I was older I felt ashamed because I thought that only small children were given suppositories. Inserting suppositories has never been painful. I just felt pretty weird. I remember when my mother decided to give me a suppository, she first took the suppositories out of the fridge. Then she would come to my room with suppositories. Mom put on rubber gloves and lightly smeared her little finger with Vaseline. I had to take off my pants and panties. When I was younger, my mother took me on her lap, when I was older, I lay on the bed. Then my buttocks were parted and I felt Mom's slippery finger insert the suppository into my rectum. At the end I had to lie down for a while with tight buttocks.

@sirwilliam55 Use coconut oil as a base. Find a brand that is semi solid at room temperature. I know zero about weed in the UK, but in US dispensaries you can get known doses of concentrate that you could then create the supps from.

My experience was the following: The most common situation for me to get a suppository was a high fever.. And as a little child i had many of those.. So i was getting suppositories ½ times per week/month

I don't remember if they were for kids or not, but they were definetly painful and long..

Also i remember one time when i was 8 or 9, my mother needed to get me ready for some analysis. Our doctor needed a stool sample. But i couldn't do it,I was either constipated or just not ready to. So my mother wipes me and then takes me to my bedroom where she told me to sit on the bed and let her do her job. So i did as told and i felt her pushing something inside my butt. It was painful and I started crying and squirming.

She made me wait for it to melt and then let me go to bathroom where I finally could poo.

I think she made me enjoy those, but it makes no sense. Suddenly pain turned into pleasure ? 😃)

As a child in the early 70's I was babysat regularly by my much older male cousin. I know now that what he did to me was abuse but at the time thought nothing much of it really,it was just everyday life. Danny liked nothing better than to force a suppository into my bottom. Pretty much every time I stayed he'd decide I needed to poop for him. It was true that I was a chronic holder of my poop, I hated the hurty feeling it gave me to go and everyone in my family payed way to much attention to my bowel habits for my liking. Dan would follow a set procedure when I stayed. He'd start by feeling my tummy and spend a lot of time smelling the seat of my pants or shorts, checking for signs I needed to do a poo. 'I'm taking you for a big toilet my lad' he'd say as kicking, screaming and crying, I'd be picked up and carried into his bedroom to be laid on my back across his lap. He'd spend a lot of time slowly undoing and lowering my shorts/jamas/nappy/pants. He'd not pull them all the way down though as that stopped me being able to wriggle around too much. He'd grease up his finger with Vaseline and lift my legs up and back and push his finger deep inside me. I'd feel him moving it round and round and in and out to in his words 'break up the nasty poo!' This would go on for a long time, or seemingly a long time to me, I'd be crying, pleading, kicking and trying to escape, trying to push his arm away and thus get his finger out of my bottom but of course he was stronger than me, so I had to endure it. He'd make me stay across his lap, legs held up high, finger inserted and being moved around while the supp melted and started to burn, cramp and give me that hated needing to poo feeling. I'd be crying and begging him to 'take it out' and he would just look at my face, grinning, sometimes telling me what a naughty boy I was for getting constipated. Sometimes he would mention how red my 'straining' face and glassy eyes were and make me feel totally humiliated. He'd never allow me to expel on the toilet, instead he would either pull my undies back up or insert a toweling diaper under me and make me expel right there still laying down across his knees. He'd seem my father use that method and obviously liked it. It's bad enough being watched while going to the toilet (happened to me a lot as a little boy) but worse still while laying there helpless and having your most intimate bodily function controlled fully. Knowing that you stink, that he can smell your stink and can see the poop coming out and being told to push and strain harder for them. I hated it all back then but of course now it forms the strong basis of my fetish. What I'd give now to go back to those days (well maybe just one day!). It's funny because even though my cousin did that (and more) to me I still loved him, almost hero worshiped and always wanted to go back and stay at his. When he wasn't paying undue attention to my toileting habits or spanking my lil butt he was great fun to be with, would spoil me, take me to exciting places and was generally my best friend. I'd follow him around like a puppy dog. Sadly he's no longer around. I might confront him today but then again maybe not. I have mixed emotions now the whole thing.

I remember once I had a fever and the options available as medicines at home were either pills or suppositories. But I remember that with those suppositories there was a problem because they were the 500 grams ones, and I needed the 1000 grams size. This was not the case with the pills, because they were the 1000 grams ones.

Keeping that in mind dear readers, I remember that when my mother understood that I indeed had a fever, she told me that she had to give me the medicine. However, I knew about the suppositories dose issue, and for this reason I faked on purpose the fact that I wasn’t able to swallow the pills because they were too big.

At that point my mother told me that if I couldn’t swallow the tablets then she was forced to give me not one, but two paracetamol suppositories (exactly what I wanted to hear) because one of them wasn’t strong enough for my purposes.

So, in conclusion, I feigned my inability to swallow tablets in order to get the chance to get two suppositories in my ass.

And my friends, looking back in hindsight, I think this was the exact moment when I officially realised that I had a fetish for these kind of things.

The last suppository I got at home growing up I was 15. I had the flu . I was running a fever and nauseous and vomiting. It was Saturday mom took me to the hospital emergency room. The nurse said she need to get a rectal temperature. After seeing the Doctor I got a shot in my butt for nausea and vomiting. The Doctor wrote a prescription when mom got it filled she informed me it was suppositories. She gave me one later that night. Over the next week my sister and mom both got sick and had to use the suppositories.

In my mid 30s I had to have surgery hip replacement and on the second day in the hospital the nurse came into the room knowing that I had not had a bowel movement listening to my stomach she asked me if I was ready for a suppository at first I told her no at the time I was embarrassed but I was really uncomfortable and an hour later I changed my mind.

I used to receive various drugs by suppository when I was a kid! Mom gave them. There were prescriptions drugs and some stuff for when I had a sore throat. I don't recall glycerin suppositories as so many of you received… but I recall see adult glycerin suppositories in a cabinet so mom perhaps used them on herself!

I don't recall specific instances as a teenager but then I would have to insert them. Later, I got a few from my wife.

At home we got till early teen age around 13-14, but still using suppositories as these are fast acting effective medicine.

Got them into my early teens when I got sick

Acetaminophen for fever and compazine and Tigan for nausea many times

We grew up with those little waxy ass torpedos. Until 12 or 13 my parents administered it. Later I did it myself. Always in the legs up position, pants slightly lowered