I’ve had that, too! Hasn’t happened in a few years, and not chronically like you’re talking about, but every once in a while I’ll get an impacted Gland of Montgomery (that’s what the little dots on your aereolae are called) and it will behave like a pimple. Not nearly as explosive as most of what’s been revealved on this thread; more like a garden-variety whitehead.
Today my husband turned his back to me and asked me to squeeze “that thing on my back.” I was flattered!
He told me about the first time he squeezed it and a huge handful of nasty-smelling gunk came out. While he was driving. 
I have a small cyst on my C-section scar that gives me a skinny white worm occasionally.
Former pilonidal cyst sufferer here. They’re hereditary, you know. My mom had one cut out in 1954 under local anesthesia. 32 years later it was my turn: I was plagued by unending discomfort in the superassal area and reddish-brown stains recurring in my skivvies.
These things are basically just a blind pocket atop your asscrack that’s prone to all manner of irritation and inflammation. They have a particularly insatiable appetite for shed body hair, which only inflames them further. And me being a hairy guy, let’s just say, didn’t help.
Mom said, “Don’t settle for local. Get 'em to put you out. I had it back in the day and ai yi yi.” (She did get to watch the McCarthy hearings virtually gavel-to-gavel on TV while confined to a prone position, she remembers.) It took some fast talk to the anesthesiologist – right on the friggn table no less – to get him to agree.
Don’t remember much about my recovery, except that I had a sweetheart of a nurse trainee in Iowa Methodist and that I didn’t dare sleep on my back for a long stretch. I was much happier without the demon hair-eating assal cyst.
I’ve got one of those, near the outer edge of my right areola. It produces a little blob every two weeks or so.
Oh, I’m so glad this is resurrected! I was just looking at this thread a few days ago, because I recently had a not-exactly-a-pimple story come to an end. Yay!
I’ve had this… lump… on my back for at least the last six years. It was on the upper part of my right shoulder blade, in a position that I could juuust reach by reaching behind my head with my left hand. It started off small, I figured it was just another pimple, but when I tried to pop it, I realized it was completely under the skin and just would not come out. I tried various pins and needles and eventually just gave up on it.
Gradually, over the years, it grew. Until this… lump… was just a little smaller than a ping-pong ball. Every time I wore a shirt with a low back or someone gave me a back rub, they’d ask, “D’you know you’ve got a thing on your back?” And I’d explain that yes, I was aware of the thing. But it was still completely under the skin, no surface pore whatsoever. It didn’t hurt, even when I poked it, and it was just kind of there.
So I got health insurance about a year ago, but I hate doctors so I put off going to the doctor… finally a few weeks ago I went in for a long overdue physical and mentioned the lump to my doctor. She looked at it and poked it, stated it was probably just a lump of fat and if I wanted it removed they could have it done, but it probably wasn’t necessary. I just wanted the damn thing gone, plus I have a high family history of cancer and “probablyjust a lump of fat” wasn’t a good enough answer for me (Plus, I gotta admit, I was really curious about what interesting stuff might be in there). So I made an appointment to have it removed.
The surgery was fairly simple. Local anesthetic, a nurse holding my hand… I heard the doctor go “There it is…” after quite a bit of slicing and tugging. The worst part was the sound, that horrid scraping-cutting sound of scalpel on flesh. He cut it out, stitched me up, said they’d send it to pathology just in case, but it looked like an overgrown sebaceous cyst to him, so no worries.
As I was putting my shirt back on and the nurse was cleaning up, she turned to me and said, “Do you wanna see it? Or will that freak you out?” Of course I wanted to see it! THis thing had been growing in my back for over half a decade!
It was about the size of a large grape. Somehow they managed to cut it out intact, without popping the membrane that contained it. He did nick it a little, and there was some cheesy white ooze that smelled completely horrible. They also cut out some of the surrounding tissue so there were like, little globs of flesh stuck to it. Ewwww. Horrible but somehow completely fascinating. I should have taken a picture. I can’t decide if I’m glad they didn’t pop it or disappointed that they didn’t. It would have been way more mess if they had, but it also would have been freakin’ awesome. But… then again, it was on my back so I wouldnt’ have been able to see it and it would have gone to waste.
So now it’s gone and I have six stitches in my back. One of my friends suggested I get someone to slice open my other shoulder blade and let that scar so it looks like I had wings that got cut off. :-p
Man, that wasn’t as interesting as I thought, really…
After reading this thread, I was almost jealous that I never had a huge zit to pop. Until tonight.
I was scratching just inside my nostril because it was itchy when I encountered a bump. I thought it was a hardened piece of nose drippings, so I tried to pull it out. And it HURT! So I decided to look at a mirror and my eyes almost popped out of the sockets when I saw the size of the zit inside my nose. It was monstrously large (remember this is inside my nose, so anything in there is considered large) and I knew that I finally had my zit of all time.
I tried to scratch it out, but that sent lances of pain throughout my head. Nope, looks like it’s gonna have to be the old fashioned popping. So I try to place one finger on each side and push. And I see this long column of zit wax start climbing upward as I continued squeezing. I squeeze, the column rises. More squeezing, more climbing. I keep going for a few seconds and the zit crap keeps coming out. How long is this going to go!?
Finally I grabbed the column and pulled. The waxy column was one millimeter wide and about 3-4 millimeters long. Holy crap, I just pulled that out of my nose. It didn’t hurt and now there’s a shallow crater where the zit was.
I was grossed out as I was popping, but now I’m kinda sad that it’s over already. That was a really cool zit.
How much did it weigh?
Did it have a well-developed antler rack?
I was at Phillips Park Chess Congress some years back, I’d had this lump behind my earlobe for ages and was forever playing with it.
Anyways there I was fiddling with my ear when splat!! a load of gunk shot out into my hand and all over my fingers.
That was bad enough but what I did next was worse, I made my move and pressed the button on the clock to change it…that’s right I deposited said gunk on my opponents clock button.
Zombie pimples are the grossest, you know. 