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Iâd love to be on my knees eating her pussy while she drunkenly pukes down her body. Iâd catch some of that puke in my mouth then kiss. I know Iâd be unable to contain myself seeing her tits covered in her drunken mess. Iâd just wanna suck her tits and listen to her moan in pleasure and slight discomfort as she prepares to bring up another big heave. Sheâs so hot when sheâs horny and sick. Iâd just let her cover me in vomit.
ive always loved the idea of walking into someone puking in a pubic bathroom. Iâd wanna hear the gags and splashes echoing from outside the door. The smell of their partially digest enchiladas would fill the room. It would be even better if there only open stall was next to them. Iâd be forced to smell the puke directly from the source.
Iâd be the luckiest girl in the world if a pretty girl asked me to help her pull the trig⊠lol Iâd try to catch her puke before it lands. Iâd be lowkey hoping sheâd let me enjoy the chunky aftermath
Iâd be the luckiest slut in the world if I could convince him to gag me with his fingers until i puke while he stirs my guts around. God Iâd look fucking beautiful covered in vomit. I just know he would fall deeper in love with me.
I enjoy randomly sticking my finger down my throat and make myself gag. I find myself sooo hot when I gag even if I donât bring anything up. It triggers my emetophobia in a way that makes me want to shove my whole hand down my throat but causes me to cry at the idea of letting go of my stomach contents. Iâd even excuse myself at my boring ass job just to stand over the toilet and gag myself. Just to leave my pussy soaked and begging to be rubbed. Just to feel some excitement. Sometimes I wouldnât even go to the bathroom. Iâd just try to autovom in my mouth when no one is looking. I might even start doing it while I drive lol.
Summary: Emily lives out her erotic fantasy of grandiously overeating at McDonaldâs and making a mess all over their public bathroom.
Word count: 1.9k words
Warning: explicit descriptions of vomit and some NSFT (Emily is UNHINGED)
Inspired by a post by @kiarafries
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Emily couldnât hide a mischievous smile as she entered the McDonaldâs. Her heart was beating like a drum. What she was about to do was naughty⊠dirty⊠wrong. And she couldnât wait.
As she stood in line for the register, she could barely hide her nervousness, playing with her white dress adorned with a pattern of little pink flowers. Her breathing was fast, excited. When she faced the cashier, a bored-looking young woman with black hair, she was almost out of breath.
âTwo large fries, and two large milkshakes, please⊠one strawberry and one vanilla,â she said.
âThatâll be 11 dollars,â the apathetic cashier replied.
Emily paid in cash. She didnât need them to know her identity. Not after what she was about to do.
She stepped to the side, waiting, her heart beating so fast she felt like it could burst from her chest. She couldnât wait to give in to her cravings. In a minute, her number was called. She swallowed down restlessness and went to pick up her order.
The unenthused cashier handed her a tray. A lock of black hair fell in her face as she leaned forward. Emily thought she might be pretty cute if she just smiled more.
Picking up the tray, Emily turned around to select a seat. As she walked towards the seating area, her gaze shot to a corner table. For a split second, she considered hiding there. But when she looked at the table in the middle of the room, her heart started beating faster. She could not resist its lure.
She sat down with a self-content smile, fixing her dress. The people around her had no idea what they were about to witness. But they were about to find outâŠ
The show began.
She shoved a handful of fries inside her mouth, slurping vanilla milkshake in between bites. She kept munching steadily until she cleared out the first box. Afterwards, she leaned back in her seat, finishing the milkshake.
As she reached for the second box of fries, she glanced at the cashier. I bet she was expecting my friend to appear right about now⊠She wouldnât assume I was ordering all this food for myself, such a skinny girl⊠Well, sheâs about to be surprisedâŠ
She picked up the pace, trying to get down as many fries as possible before her stomach realized itâs full. Chomping away on the fries, she washed them down with strawberry milkshake.
After clearing out her tray, she leaned back in the chair, rubbing her full belly. A small bump was visible under her thin summer dress, contrasting her skinny frame.
But it was not enough. Nearly not enough.
She left the empty packaging on the table and went to stand in line again. She shamelessly cradled her rounding belly, wondering if people who just entered thought she was pregnant.
âLarge fries and one large chocolate milkshake, please.â She smiled at the cashier when it was her turn.
âTo go?â the cashier asked.
âNo,â Emily replied and flashed a bright smile.
The cashier raised her eyebrows and Emily barely stopped a smirk from appearing on her face.
âIâm still hungry,â she explained.
âOkayâŠâ the cashier went back to her perpetually bored look. Iâm gonna need try harder to get a reaction out of her, Emily decided.
She took the new tray to the same table, pushing the proof of her previous feast to the side. She wanted everyone to see how much she had already eaten.
She sipped on the milkshake. The change of flavor made her appetite return and she reached for the fries. Her stomach growled in protest. She patted it to shush it.
Her stomach felt tight⊠so tight⊠but she knew it could stretch more. She forced more fries down her throat, her belly growing, and straining, and growingâŠ
When both containers were empty, she leaned back in the chair, letting out a long burp. She massaged her round belly. Her stomach was stretched to its limits, painfully tight and swollen. Whenever she took a breath, a splash of stomach acid touched the back of her throat.
It wouldnât take much longer.
She leaned forward to get up. The extra pressure on her belly sent a mouthful of vomit up her throat. She swallowed it back down.
Her stomach was signaling to her that it was at maximum capacity. But it would take more to send her over the edge.
Her knees shook as she stood in line. She felt sick. Her breathing was shallow. She couldnât tell whether she was blushing or pale. But she wanted more.
Her voice trembled as she spoke. âOne large⊠sm⊠medium milkshakeâŠâ She had to pause to swallow down puke. âVanilla⊠pleaseâŠâ
âMaâam⊠are you sure?â the cashier asked and her concerned voice made all of this worth it. Emily felt her panties getting wet.
She nodded and paid without a word.
Medium? She wondered hazily, carrying her order to her table. Why would I order a medium shake? Iâm already throwing up in my mouthâŠ
She put the tray down, having to clench her teeth as more vomit slipped up her esophagus. She swallowed and breathed out shakily. Slowly, she lowered herself into her seat.
She slowly sipped on the last milkshake, not having the resolve to drink fast anymore. If I drink really slowly⊠will my stomach ever notice that itâs too full? she wondered. There is always room for one more drop, isnât there?
She sat there, drinking casually, stretching her stomach close to bursting drop-by-drop. She was trembling in her seat, cold sweat covering her back, every alarm in her body screaming at her to stop. But she did not.
She could feel it coming. All the greasy fries and thick milkshakes were turning around her stomach, which was too full to be able to digest anything. The food just kept spinning around, and it was too much sugar, too much salt, too much grease... She felt shaky and sick. Soon it would be time to move to the bathroom.
The milkshake became disgusting. She couldn't take its taste anymore. Just smelling it made her mouth fill with sickly saliva.
She felt her body was getting ready to purge. She got up hastily, shakily swallowing down saliva mixed with stomach acid. Pulling down on her short dress, which was being lifted by her big belly, she hurried to the bathroom. When she entered, the room was empty. There were three stalls and she hurried to the closest one, swallowing rapidly. As soon as she locked the door of the stall with shaky hands and turned around, she lost control. Her body projectile vomited white milkshake all across the stall. It went everywhere. The toilet tank, the wall, the floor... She wanted to step closer to the bowl, but she barely had time to take in a choked breath before her belly clenched up again, expelling another projectile. Chunks of undigested food reflected off the bowl and splattered on her feet. She took a step forward, her own vomit squelching under her flip flops. She leaned over the bowl, but it was not much help. The next wave landed in the water with so much force it splashed outside. She felt drops landing on her face as she retched.
And she couldn't stop. As soon as one projectile ended, she barely had time to take in a choked breath before her belly clenched up again. She was completely at the mercy of her own body trying the purge the mass of junk food she had consumed. She heard somebody enter the bathroom but she couldn't stop herself from retching loudly. She couldnât stop the sound of vomit splooshing in the toilet.
When she was finally able to breathe, her throat burned, and her belly was sore from the straining. The stall was filled with the pungent smell of stomach acid. Chunky mess covered the floor. The toilet seat was painted brown. Seeing and smelling the huge mess of her own vomit was making her wet. Just moments ago, it was food in her stomach and now it's out here staining the floor. The same fry she swallowed an hour ago was now somewhere in this pile, transformed into a new form by her stomach. It was art.
But she felt that she still had something left in her stomach. She leaned over the toilet again and slid two fingers down her throat. Then she got a degenerate idea. There were still some parts of this stall that were... too clean. So she decided to make herself throw up on the door for good measure.
She heard a voice outside the stall. âEw, what the fuckâŠâ
This made her even more aroused and she slipped a hand in her panties and started pleasuring herself.
She was breathing in the putrid smell of her own stomach acid as she played with her clit, reminiscing of the way the food felt inside her stomach⊠and on its way out. It was magical⊠the way her body took over, when it realized that she was just a dumb bitch who was not going stop shoving food in her mouth until she is made to stop⊠And then it forced all the food out of her in a way she couldnât control. How powerless she felt in that moment... She stuck her other hand down her throat and came gagging on her fingers.
Coming back to reality, she looked around. It was hard to believe the huge amount of undigested food covering the stall had all come from her stomach. She was such a dainty, skinny girl⊠until she wasnât.
Well⊠I ainât cleaning that, she thought boldly. While she waited for everybody else to leave the bathroom, she tried to clean her legs, face and dress with toilet paper. She threw the paper in the toilet, not flushing. I want other people to see what Iâve created here in all its glory.
When she heard the last person leave the bathroom, she exited the stall. She washed out her mouth at the sink, spitting out the gross taste. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was red from all the straining and her hair was a mess. She washed her face and fixed her hair. She looked a bit more presentable now but still a little red. She checked her clothes for stains. Her dress had a few brown spots but it wasn't very noticeable among the pattern on her dress.
She smiled to herself in the mirror and exited the bathroom.
She went straight for the counter. âBig fries to go, please,â she said, smiling at the cashier.
âYou still have room left?â the cashier said, astonished.
âI suddenly feel lighter,â Emily winked at her.
The girl gave her a weird look. In response to her questioning look, Emily just smiled wider.
"Okay⊠m'am..." the cashier said uncertainly.
Emily took her fries and headed out.
As she exited the door, she heard a shout. âWho the fuck did that?!â
She smiled to herself and picked up the pace.
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Disclaimer: Please do not try to recreate this fic irl, think of the poor underpaid workers. đ Please and thank you
(Note: Before you come at me for the price, this story is taking place around 2010 (for timeline reasons since Emily is distantly connected to one character from my story). So I tried to google the McDonaldâs prices of that era to make it historically accurate⊠I might not have found the exactly correct answer, but Iâm not gonna spend more time doing research for a vomit kink story. XD)
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