Dulcolax suppository story and question

After developing a fascination with enemas as a kid, I began to wonder about suppositories. Doing some research I discovered the most common kinds were glycerin and bisacodyl. Too young to drive, I did not think I would ever encounter these in our home, but one day I opened the refrigerator to find a box of Dulcolax suppositories!

Apparantly my mother had purchased them for my little brother, because the one that had been used had been cut in half. I waited about a week before I got up the nerve to use one, and by this time there was only one left. It was summer and school was out, so I snuck into the bathroom in the late morning and inserted it. As a 12-year-old, I couldn't understand the directions to "hold it for 15-20 minutes" when it was supposed to work in "15 minutes to an hour". Was I supposed to STOP holding it after 20 minutes? There was nobody there to explain.

It didn't matter. After 20 minutes there was a knock at the bathroom door. It was my mom, asking to get in because she needed to do her makeup for a lunch meeting she had. I didn't want to go to my room not knowing when the suppository might work since there was a good chance both bathrooms in our house would be occupied (I have three brothers) when it did. I told her I would be out in a minute. Five minutes later I gave up waiting on the medicine and just pushed out the melted suppository. About that time my mom knocked again and asked quietly, "Are you constipated?"

I wasn't much for swearing back then but I certainly curse when I think about it. If I had simply stayed in there WITHOUT taking the suppository, my mom might have asked the same question and then RECOMMENDED I take it (or even given it to me), which would have been a little embarassing but at least it would have granted me the time I needed for it to actually work. It was years before I had another chance to take one and take it properly.

So, in lieu of the experience I did not get as a kid, I am curious, did anyone get a Dulcolax suppository growing up? Can you describe the experience, please?

I received Dulcolax suppositories from time to time growing up, to treat my occasional constipation. Each time usually started out with me sitting on the toilet for a very long time, unable to go. At this point one of three things would happen: My mother would either come check on me and ask if I was constipated, I'd call for her while still on the toilet and tell her that I couldn't go/was constipated, or I'd leave the bathroom and track her down to tell her.

Once she had this knowledge, she would usually take care of it right then, though sometimes (depending on how busy she was), she would tell me that she'd take care of it later.

If I was in the bathroom already, she would usually have me close the toilet lid and just bend over it. I'd wait patiently while she pulled the Dulcolax box from the bathroom closet as well as the petroleum jelly. If I had tracked her down to tell her about my problem, I was sent to her room and made to bend over the edge of her bed. I shared a bedroom for many years and taking care of this in her room or the bathroom ensured some privacy, though I do recall a few rare occasions when siblings would come into her room with some crisis while I was bent over awaiting a suppository. That would get a little chaotic, as you can imagine. 😄

When I was younger I remember she always cut the suppository in half while it was still in the foil wrapper (if there wasn't already a half one available in the box from last time). At some point, probably after age 10 or 11, I remember getting whole ones. She unwrapped it, dipped it in the petroleum jelly, then she would insert it in my bottom. I was told to pull up my clothes and go play, watch TV, or something. I definitely had to leave the bathroom.

I'd go try to occupy myself with some kind of activity, but I was cognizant of things happening "back there" and never strayed too far from the bathroom or house. After a while the suppository would really assert itself, and me being somewhat used to holding, would fight it as long as I could. Coincidentally I didn't figure out that this simply made the suppository more effective until I was pretty much beyond my teenage years.

Finally when the discomfort got to be too much, I usually told mom that I needed to go. She almost always approved and many times she would come to me before then to tell me that I could now go any time I wanted, citing that enough time had passed for the suppository to have melted completely.

I made my way to the bathroom though I tried to be dignified about it because I of course didn't want her to think I was desperate, even though sometimes I most certainly was!

In the bathroom I sat on the toilet and I remember holding on a few moments more until another good solid "wave" built up. I think maybe I was afraid going to the bathroom would hurt or somehow it would get stuck if I tried to go without the effect of the suppository. At that point I'd relax and even push a little help it along. Mind you, the Dulcolax literally makes you push/strain/bear-down... and as a boy the effect was really strong.

It was such a relief to actually feel I was going to the bathroom--that the suppository was working. They say that we are programmed and wired up to feel rewarded by using the bathroom, and I definitely recall feeling some kind of euphoria.

Even after most of the constipated stool had come out, the Dulcolax would continue making me push/strain, sometimes with nothing else coming out. Once I was sure I was done, I'd wipe up, flush, wash my hands, and emerge feeling much better and energetic. Mom would often greet me with praise and ask the usual "Don't you feel better now?" question. The effect of the Dulcolax on my bowels would wear off after a while, but until then I'd feel that buzz, though diminished from what it was when I was in the bathroom.

Thanks for your story! Have to say I wish I could have experienced this back in the day. Do you know if your siblings ever received Dulcolax?

Your handle is "Fleetsfan." Did you get fleet enemas as well?

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Thanks for your story! Have to say I wish I could have experienced this back in the day. Do you know if your siblings ever received Dulcolax?

Your handle is "Fleetsfan." Did you get fleet enemas as well?

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Yes I was the receiving end of a Fleet enema from time to time. I remember being introduced to them at a very young age because a suppository was ineffective (hard to believe). This resulted in a brand new procedure; I recall being a bit confused about what was going on. I don't remember too much because I was only about 5 or 6 I think, but I do remember crying, and having a gigantic poop when it was all said and done.

From that point forward I remember mom switching back and forth between a Fleet and a Dulcolax. Her choice was probably based on her assessment of how constipated I was. A few times I know her choice was due to whatever we had in the bathroom closet--we may have been out of one or another. I know I preferred the Dulcolax treatment because the Fleet always seemed too cold, too harsh.

My siblings would occasionally become constipated and I know that either a Dulcolax or Fleet was used. I could tell when it was a Fleet on my younger siblings because you'd hear shouting and crying going on during the procedure. As crazy as this sounds, I remember my sister getting suppositories from a blue colored jar. I now know this was likely a jar of glycerin suppositories. My only guess is that my mom chose those because my sister was very young at the time (toddler age?) and they were probably recommended over Dulcolax. I also recall one occasion where an older brother (maybe 15-16 at the time?) was taken to the bathroom for a Dulcolax.

It could have been worse spieseyes - if your mother was like mine she might have decided to give you a suppository there and then, because she suspected you were constipated. And even seeing the melted one wouldn't have put her off.

Surely you would have heard shouting and crying if your little brother was getting one? (I always seemed to hear my sister being done)

I put in a suppository and it didn't hurt, but I seem to remember in the old days the suppositories were a lot bigger and if you fight the insertion then it can hurt like hell.

I offer one's sympathies to your bad experiences in your childhood and in your youth.

I got one from a male nurse's aide when I was 28 and was going to have a hernia repair. I was in a private room. He was a very attractive guy .He came in and said he was going to be giving me an enema. A few minutes later he came in carrying a big enema can, red tubing, black nozzle and a packet of soap. He went over to the sink in the room and filled the enema can with very warm water and added the packet of soap. He then came over to my bed and hung the enema can from an IV stand. I was wearing a hospitsl gown but I still had my briefs on as well. He asked me to turn over and when he saw my briefs, he said "You'll have to have those off". I started to pull them down and he then helped pull them off. Next I saw him take the black enema nozzle and smear some lubricant on it. He then reached over and with one hand spread my cheeks and firmly inserted the nozzle into my asshole. He asked me if I was ready and I said "sure", I immediately felt the very warm and soapy water flowing. He continued to use one hand to keep my cheeks spread and the other hand to hold the enema nozzle in. He asked how I was doing and I said "great". I took the entire enema without his having to stop. I should have complained so maybe he would have had to do several insertions! Towards the end, he tipped the can forward so I could get the last drops of the soapsuds and then "click" and it was all over. He removed the nozzle and told me to hold it for a couple of minutes. I had to go so I ran to the bathroom. In the meantime he straightened out the bedding on my bed. He then came over to the bathroom and asked me how everything was coming out. I still had an enormous hard on, which he could see and was expelling 2 quarts of soapsuds and some farts. He was standing there in his snug white uniform holding the now empty enema can, tubing and nozzle. It was such a turn on. He left and I jacked off while expelling the rest of the suds.

Am in many Yahoo Groups, a young woman from India contacted me for Chat,

was in her middle 20's. Her mother had given her enemas, but she Loved Dulcolax suppositories. We would play a game, where she would get one from me.

She worked in Computers in a city. After awhile she drifted off. Have heard from 4 or more others for Chat. They find me.

I read of how to make a super suppository. A box of ducolax melted in a bowl in the microwave Then poured into a finger of a rubber glove and placed in fridge or freezer to harden. The result I can imagine woule be extreme.

When I was 4 my mom used to cut soap and stand me up on the bathtub and pretend to hug me and slip it in I used to scream bloody hell and I still hate them but I love giving them

As a teen (12-14yrs) i occasionally suffered from constipation and sometimes i remember wothholding for about 5 days.

Soap suppos were used but for cases where i had gone without 5 days of pooping, mum used to place me on toilet seat in the bathroom. I was given a glass of hot water and was asked to poo . After about an hour of straining and pushing...When i became sweaty all over and yet had not managed anything other than a very few small bits out, mum asked me to get up and jog around the room briskly. I always felt I could manage to go after the excercise but always failed. The poo remained stuck halfway and It would never bujdge. I used pull my cheeks apart wid the hope dat the turd wud loosen up .when i kept crying and asking mum to help me out she would come along with the dulcolax suppos and push my legs up on the stomach. The suppo was pushed in,,,and i was forced to withhold it for 20 minutes(i used to hold my cheeks together coz i felt i would poo).

My mum did not want to give them easily in my teens (she said it wud make me dependent)!!

Jennie, welcome to the forum. Don't be afraid to ask questions or tell your story. The Mods are very knowledgeable and will help you to become comfortable here.

My mother used glycerin suppositories on me when I was younger but when I was in my teens she switched to Dulcolax suppositories. I hated them because they seemed much stronger and made me strain so hard I sometimes felt sick. I still kept straining even after I couldn't push any more out, and my bottom would still feel irritated for about an hour after I had finished going.

How interesting! I stumbled across this site while waiting for my glycerin suppository to start working - the blurb on the box promises a reaction in thirty minutes so that leaves me 15 to tell my story. The posts here bring it all back to me. Even after sixty years i can still remember my embarrassment when my mother shepherded me into the bathroom and sat me on the toilet. Was i constipated - i don't remember ever mentioning it at the time, but there again it was sixty years ago and the memories fade a little. i can remember the details of her ceremonial approach to my effective buggeration quite clearly however. The small bathroom cabinet painted white by my father with the grubby cork surface where she knelt like a child at an altar and cut the slivers of Camay soap (Fabulous pink Camay - you may remember the jingle) and the Wilkinson razor blade slicing through the oval lump. i seem to remember the process was not that smooth, the soap was not the necessarily perfect consistency of hardness and oiliness and it crumbled dryly. It was difficult for her to grip the double edged blade safely without it slipping against her thumb and forefinger and once a smear of soap appeared on its' surface it became ever more slippery and unmanageable and harder to gain enough force to slice cleanly through the soap. She lifted me from the toilet, turned me round and spread me over the small cabinet and i felt the sharp pang of the soap breaching my juvenile anus. It did cross my mind at one terrifying moment that it could have been the razor blade rather than the soap that was being inserted. As a child one tends however to trust one's mother and i quickly dismissed the thought in spite of the strangeness of the whole event. I do nor recall whether the procedure was a success - there was some conversation about not 'straining' so perhaps it was not. Anyway, years later i mentioned the experience to my psychotherapist. i had been having some quite violent dreams about my mother at the time - one involved her dressed as a sheep and falling off a cliff and me about to cut her throat and put her out of her bleating and misery (make of that what you will). Considering the soap experience the therapist asked me - ''do you think that is normal behaviour''. She didn’t say anything else and I have to say that question has puzzled me for many years. Whatever, i am now feeling various grumbling down south and hopefully the magic glycerin bullet is having its' desired effect, so i bid you adieu.

My grandmothers best friend was a nurse, and while growing up from age 10 - 17 she would always give me a fleet suppository when i would go to her house. She was obsesed with bowel movements. And kept the jar in the refrigerator and would insert them with a dab of cold cream on the end. Aww the memorys.

My grandmothers best friend was a nurse, and while growing up from age 10 - 17 she would always give me a fleet suppository when i would go to her house. She was obsesed with bowel movements. And kept the jar in the refrigerator and would insert them with a dab of cold cream on the end. Aww the memorys.

Which may be the cause that this nurse has been obsessed with bowel movements? Exists there a connection with the occupation?

None of the nurses I know is in the remotest sense obsessed with bowel movements. There are a zillion more things far more important.

Although i have had dulcolax suppositories as a child, probably my most memorable experience was with my ex-gf. She was aware of my suppository fetish and had administered dulcolax to me a couple of times. I remember this only time when I was constipated really bad and needed a dulcolax. I returned home to find that she had already bought a pack of dulcolax adult suppositories from the local pharmacy. Like always, i was soon in bed, on my side and in went the dulcolax. She sat down beside me and pulled out something from the bedside drawer - a strapon. I was like omg!!! What followed next is something I shall never forget. She got me into a missionary position , wearing the strapon, lubed it up all nice and gently slid it past my anus into my rectum. She told me to relax, which I did. The strapon pushed the dulcolax suppository deep inside me. I could feel the strapon pushing its way deep into my clogged up waste. It was kinda gross but somehow was oddly comforting. In fact with the strapon deep inside me I could no longer feel the sting of the dulcolax suppository. She kept the strapon deep inside me and bent down to kiss me. The next 20 mins were surreal 😃. We were so intimate for those 20 mins...all the while she made sure that the strapon was holding the dulcolax suppository deep inside me. All I could feel was the fullness of the strapon deep inside me and her lips kissing mine. The kissing helped me relax further thus enabling her to go deeper inside me. It was only when I felt a lil pressure that I realised that the dulcolax must have done its job. Slowly the pressure started to build up. She sensed my discomfort and looking deeply into my eyes, asked me to relax and let go completely, reassuring me that she would help me retain. I could feel my brown waste pressing against her strapon deeply buried inside me. She bent down and we had another 5 min session of extremely intimate kissing. By then, my bodily function was completely under her control. I kinda turned red with embarrassment and my dick was as hard as an iron rod. While kissing me gently and firmly keeping the strapon buried deep inside me, she started to milk me with her right hand. It was one of the most erotic experience I have ever had. I ejaculated within 3 mins, releasing copious amounts of semen. Next she asked me to hold my stools as she proceeded to withdraw the strapon. Gently she pulled the strapon out of my rectum...it looked completely gross. I ran to the bathroom and experienced a wave of relief as i evacuated. She actually came in to watch me push out that long hard nasty turd. We had a shower together, dressed up and settled down comfortably , cozing up to each other to watch a game on tv. It is, till this day, one of a kind experience in my life...loved it 😃 !!

When I was 4 my mom used to cut soap and stand me up on the bathtub and pretend to hug me and slip it in I used to scream bloody hell and I still hate them but I love giving them

A slippery soap stick goes so fast in the anus that it will be inside before you will remark that someone wants to insert a soap stick. I think that this effect is essential.

Post #20 - none of the soapsticks I received as a child went in that smoothly, there was too much automatic resistance from my "end". (My daughter and second cousin were much the same).

My parents started using dulcolax suppositories occasionally after a doctor recommended them - they were easier to obtain then, they weren't "pharmacy only" yet. They'd go for the bisacodyl either if they'd either permitted me a longer period of time in which to not produce sufficient excrement, or they were overly anxious about how much I'd done, or just to intensify their punishment ritual.

Child-size bisacodyl suppositories were of course back in the household when Mel was younger. Before customs started getting involved in policing self-medication, it was possible to buy in brands of bisacodyl suppository from overseas, in fact, expense apart, it was easier to do that than try to buy them over the counter in a chemists-shop.