My dream stuffing/emeto scenario
i’d first like to say that one of my favorite parts of indulging in this is praise and encouragement, which i’ve never gotten to try while stuffing, because i just told my boyfriend last night (and he said he’d be up for trying).
in this scenerio he and i go to a fast food restraunt, probably mcdonald’s, and we both get normal sized meal and drinks and enjoy them together, having a nice normal lunch.
after we finish, we get more as takeout.
two more burgers, a 20 piece nugget, two large fries and two large drinks, though it’d probably be water so it wouldn’t ruin the taste of the puke.
we get in the car to go home and go sit on the couch. he turns on a show as a distraction and starts unloading all of the food onto the coffee table, laying it out in order, like it’s a feast.
he tells me, forcefully but not meanly, to start eating, telling me over and over that i’m doing so well and that i can keep going. we get through about half of everything without me complaining and then we start on the second half.
at this point i’m bloated and uncomfortable and we have to move to the bathroom just in case. i tell him that im full and he, just like i want him to, tells me to keep going, encouraging me the whole time.
now i only have a thing of fries left, the water almost empty and im fully nauseous. i’m burping up mouthfuls, but i swallow them back down. i dont want it to come up little bits at a time, i want it all in multiple large, sick rushes.
he tells me to keep going and i’m complaining and telling him that i can’t, and he, exactly like we planned begs me to keep going and i do. i finish the food and sit in front of the toilet waiting, but i just can’t seem to throw up, even though im burping sickly ever couple of seconds.
he’s rubbing my back and telling him how good i am, maybe at this point he’s touching my cunt and my thighs and telling me that i’m such a good boy.
he starts pressing lightly on my stomach and i can already tell that’s all that it’s going to take and i tell him that i want to count to three and then he pushes as hard as he can.
at this point i’m in pain and bored of the nausea, ready for the climax of this experience and i start counting.
on three, he slowly, but heavily pushes as far into my stomach as he can and it works immediately.
i projectile vomit, mostly into the bowl, but a bit on the toilet seat as well. he stops pushing and i get out two more big waves, heatedly able to breathe in between. even though i drank plenty of water, its so thick and savory. there’s full chunks of each food i ate and i can feel it in my nose.
after those waves, i have a little reprieve, but i still feel so full and the feeling of chunks in my nose and teeth is keeping me nauseous. he’s telling me how good i did and rubbing my stomach, gently now as i burp sickly and heave over the toilet, not getting anything up.
he brings me a large cup of soda and tells me to chug all of it, it’ll help me get everything out and i listen. it feels good wash the chunks out of my throat and teeth and i’ve fallen into the rhythm of chugging, though i can feel my stomach expanding and getting heavy, so full of both substance and air.
he continues reassuring me as i finish the last of it and continuing burping and heaving over the toilet, even more full and uncomfy than i was after eating and i start burping up small gushes of sick. it’s still chunky, but not as thick anymore, watered down by the soda.
i spend multiple minutes getting out the majority until i don’t feel full anymore and i can tell im getting empty and i ask him to please help me get the rest up. he’s behind me from where he was rubbing my back and thighs and kissing my neck while i vomited.
he doesn’t even question it, and immediately begins fucking my throat with his fingers, not even removing them when i vomit, just letting it come up around his hand and into the toilet.
i’m empty now, just getting up small violent gushes of bile. i’m so loud now since there’s nothing to drown out the heaves and i’m finally done. i got most of it in the toilet but some is dripping down my chin and splashing onto my legs and chest.
he helps me flush and clean the toilet and then we get into the shower to clean up.
i’m sitting, wiped out and high on the end of my orgasm as he washes my hair massages my sick tummy.
i throw up a couple more mouthfuls of bile as we sit in the shower under the hot water and then it’s my turn to get him off, right there in the shower ;)
