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

Until I was about 12 I'd get one now and then (maybe 3-4 per year). I'd be told "I think you need a suppository in your bum to help you poop". As a young child I'd be on my back on the bed with my legs lifted, as an older kid I'd be over my moms knee. After about age 8 a suppository usually came with a spanking because I wouldn't cooperate.

I've had a number of suppository experiences...I remember when I was about 12 and home sick with the stomach flu. Mom came in to my room and said the doctor said that I would need to take suppositories since I was sick to my stomach. As always I protested but mom said that I'd feel better and that she would be gentle. Then she pulled back the blankets and told me to turn over on my belly. Then she pulled down my PJ bottoms. She had a jar of vaseline and said that this would make it go in easier. She applied the vaseline to the tip of the suppository and as she parted my butt cheeks told me to just relax. I felt the tip of the suppository touch my butt hole and then she slowly pushed it in. Then said see not so bad!

My most memorable suppository experience was when I was 6 years old. We were visiting some of my parents friends. I remember we stayed in a tent in their backyard cause it was summer and they had this house near a lake.

After a few days I became constipated, so this lady gave my mother a box of suppositories. I knew what they were at that age, but I didnt know they could be used for constipation, and I dont remember being constipated before.

I remember going in the tent with my mom who had the box in her hands and I was telling her that I wasnt sick and why I needed a suppository. She told me those were for me cause I couldnt poop. She made me lay on my back in the tent and hold my legs with my hands, which I did. That felt weird cause my mom always gave them to me over her lap. She inserted the suppository only half way and left it there holding it with her hand for a while. I remember feeling my butt burning a little and I told my mom. She acted like it was nothing and then she pushed the whole thing inside. She made me lay on my tummy for a while and told me I should tell her when I needed to poop.

I remember my butt burning but I didnt feel the need to poop. My mom let me go out the tent and I went back to my usual kid things. This happened in the afternoon. That evening I could poop, I didnt know if the suppository helped but since this happened a few hours later maybe not.

My most memorable experience was the last suppository I received from my mum. I was maybe 9 or 10 years old I guess, and I hadnt received one since 6 or 7 because my constipation issues were over.

One day I remember we went to this park in the morning, it was winter and it was very cold I guess, but boys dont feel cold as adults do, and I was running around with other boys and girls who were there.

When we got back home I started feeling cold and sick. My mom took me to this doctor, she examined me and told my mom "give him one evry now and then if he got fever" and she gave her this pink box.

Well when we got home I was feeling a lot better, and she tells me "I will give you a suppository just to be sure you wont get fever"

I got very scared and embarrassed cause by that age I thought those were forgotten methods, but by then I was a very obedient boy. My mom made me lower my jeans and underwear, told me to lie on my tummy over her bed, she spread my cheeks and inserted the little torpedo. Made stay there a minute or so and then told me to get up and I went back to my usual routine.

I went back to the kitchen and there was my dad who looked at me, patted my back, laughed and jokingly told me "poor boy" haha

This is my early history with suppositories and enemas. I don’t remember anything significant about bottoms when I was very young, so probably nothing very traumatic happened there then, but I definitely remember suppositories and enemas from elementary school time – but it was not at all traumatic. From as far back as I clearly recall my sister and I shared a bathroom, which opened only into our rooms, and right on top of the toilet always was a very large jar of adult glycerin suppositories. I recall the jar as being cylindrical but flat, with all the suppositories lined up on one level like soldiers, rather than in a jumble, as I see jars of poopers today. It was up to us to use them as needed, not just for constipation but to make bowel movements easier as we thought helpful.

We were both pretty athletic and in after-school ballet class and gymnastics, and we thought that friends who refused medicine for their bottoms and preferred tummy aches were as weird as they probably thought we were for using bottoms treatments without complaint. Mom encouraged us to use a suppository ourselves if we were uncomfortable or if we had not pooped by the end of a second day, and she told us to let her know if it did not work when we thought that we needed it, or for sure if we were on a third day with no BM. Her response was generally to give us an enema in bed, almost always just warm salted water from a blue syringe bag with a tube with a soft, rounded end. We did give ourselves suppositories as they seemed helpful, probably about once a week on average; I don’t really remember.

And I do not remember these enemas as being embarrassing nor even uncomfortable, and certainly never forced in the event itself nor the amount: we rather liked the intimate time and attention with mother and we also liked the feeling of getting light and fresh and empty instead of feeling stuffed up. The enemas themselves just gave us a feeling of a warm and full tummy, but with no pain or even pressure to potty too quickly; mom put gentle pressure on my anus, and that seemed to help keep them comfortable. When mom showed us how to do enemas ourselves it was not just temperature and bag height, but where to press or rub and how to massage, and how to most comfortably release them on the toilet, even to watch our hydration afterwards. I don’t really remember whether these were particularly relaxing or de-stressing, but the enemas, or simply getting them from mother, did feel soothing. I think we got the enemas a couple of times a month. We continued this throughout high school, and as we got older we did appreciate their effects on stress.

Eventually, if mom was too busy to manage an enema, she took the advice of some doctor who told her that bisacodyl suppositories were more modern than enemas and could work as well if she got them really up high and rubbed the medicine into the rectal wall for a few minutes as it melted. So, I did occasionally get a bisacodyl dose that way instead of the enema I expected, but I think I enjoyed her extended massage in my butt, and also the very strong and irresistible bowel urge which those suppositories gave me when she administered them that way. These did not relieve stress as real enemas did, though.

A few years later, in college, my dormmate and I also similarly kept a jar of glycerin suppositories on our toilet and gave each other enemas for a wider range of indications, such as to increase relaxation and to release stress, like around exam times, and also in connection with our menstrual cycles. I was fortunate to get a roommate with a fair history of being given suppositories, but I introduced her to enemas. We both definitely got good feelings from our enemas, which we always accompanied by very nice body massage, but I am not sure that you would really call them sexual, nor did our massages focus on erogenous areas. These were more like sessions at a fancy body wellness spa – I would imagine. Bodies should be fun!

My roommate and I eventually got boyfriends, though not too many, and we eventually got them to similarly attend to their bottoms – or actually to let us do that for them. Sexual aspects were pretty much incidental – that is, being unclothed and all; our own main reason for the treatments was that this seemed to definitely release their anxiety and almost immediately improve their disposition, even though back then we didn’t know anything about stimulating vagus nerves or about microbiomes. I suppose that the reason boyfriends went along with our urging these occasional treatments was probably that they expected some exotic sexual kink, but they usually found their enemas as deeply relaxing as we did, and similarly appreciated the intimacy and being cared for – having our ample experience in really comfortable administration.

This post might be rather long for the discussions area; a moderator (?) made that criticism of my posts a long while ago, but now I see that some participants recently seem to get away with longish posts and even whole stories in the discussions sections, so now I do again try to get back here every so many months or a year – mostly inspired by being about to receive or administer an enema!

-- jillie

I adore receiving soap suppositories since my Aunt gave me a soap suppository when i was young and on holiday.

Whenever mmy Wife and I have time to have session i experience an incremental sensitivity and difficulty holding the soap with each new insertion.

Let me explain, when my Wife and I have a day alone she will insert a soap suppository and we'll go on to play. After some time, perhaps 45min or more I need to expel the soap as I can't keep it in any longer and succumb to the waves of peristalsis.

After a short rest period say 15min she will insert a new piece of soap (same size, same brand). Instantly I feel the irritation, sting and peristalsis much stronger than the first insertion and the urge to expel is much stronger. I'll probably manage to hold this 2nd insertion for perhaps 20 or 30min before succumbing to the overwhelming urge to expel. To cut a long and delicious session short....by the 5th, 6th and 7th insertion I find the urge to push out the soap suppository almost instantly overwhelming, the sting a 100 times stronger. Given the intensity I adore these sessions and find myself wanting more but with each new insertion the pain, sting, cramps, urge is torturous.

Anyone else get a similar experience?

I got glycerin suppositories occasionally when I was growing up, first as a baby during toilet training to stimulate a bowel movement, later if I'd been given a laxative at bedtime that didn't make me go as soon as I woke up the next morning. During my teens my mother switched to bisacodyl suppositories that had a stronger effect and also used Evacusert CO2 evacuant suppositories when an uncle who was a salesman for a drug company gave her several boxes of free samples. Sometimes if she had run out of suppositories she would carve a soapstick out of a bar of Ivory soap, soak it in water until it was soft and slimy and push that up my bum to make me go. Whenever the suppository didn't produce a bowel movement that satisfied her she'd get out the enema bag and give me a large hot soapsuds enema to flush everything out of me.