Please feel free to ignore this if it isn't something you want to answer, but I feel like you might have good advice.
Have you ever deliberately planned and enacted an emeto scene? If you have, would you want to share the story?
Relatedly, do you have any tips for safely (or as safely as possible) making yourself vomit without using your fingers? For some reason, the idea of using my fingers is a turnoff to me. I also don't drink alcohol.
I am trying to plan my first emeto scene. I think I want to stuff my stomach with plain pasta and maybe gummy candies, but I don't want to be painfully full. Do you have other recommendations for what I should eat and how much I should eat?
Could I take an emetic? According to the poison control website, both mustard seeds and plain unscented Dawn dish soap are likely to make me vomit, but won't cause other effects. Do you think your citrus and baking soda trick could work instead?
Oh, this is best ask ever, I am more than happy to give some advice from my the years of emeto wisdom🫡 also, I am SO VERY SORRY that this sat neglected in my inbox for so long!!!
I have deliberately planned and gone through with plenty of irl emeto stuff, typically with partners who are also into emeto. I’m not gonna go into too many details of any specific stories just because there was lots of intimate sex stuff involved. BUT I am more than happy to give my two cents and share what has worked well for me.
I usually go off of what is going to make me the most nauseous while not being totally unpleasant to throw up. A lot of times I will eat something solid (I like sweet things like a pastry/bread/baked treat etc) and then chug something super carbonated. It kinda mimics the banana-sprite challenge effect, where you eat something solid and then drink sprite, which is carbonated, and all of that liquid can’t digest as quickly as it needs to because your stomach has to work through digesting the solid food (banana) first. The carbonation also expands your stomach, and it can’t digest quick enough so your stomach just says fuck this and sends it all back up. Eating something that could already feel too rich, even nauseatingly so, like a really rich dessert, and then slamming a bottle of sparkling water works pretty well for me. I would say don’t push yourself to limits that feel unsafe for you and pay attention to your body. Finding foods that are difficult to eat in excess can also trigger nausea for me. Like, if I don’t want to stuff myself to the point of vomiting from being overstuffed, I pick something that is so rich it’s hard to eat, and then eat as much of it as I need to start feeling sick (which if I pick the right thing isn’t a lot). That feels safe to me because you’re not pushing the limits in terms of volume or being painfully full, but in terms of getting nauseated from what you’re eating. Greasy food can also work in that same way. My goal isn’t to put so much in my stomach that it’s painfully stuffed, but to get myself feeling nauseous and ready to puke. Think about the other things that tend to make you feel nauseous. My last partner was into emeto and we would have lots of push seshes together. She got carsick super easily so sometimes we would take a nice drive down a windy road.
I have never taken an emetic or used anything else to make myself puke, so I can’t comment much on the safety or efficacy. I am also an opportunist puker. I have a weak stomach and puke probably once a month from something, so I have plenty of spontaneous emeto scenes lol.
I also wanna open this post up to the community. How do you guys plan puke sessions and make yourself puke safely without triggering your gag reflex or drinking alcohol?
Chipotle is really not agreeing with me 🤢 I could feel it wanting to come up but it barely had a chance to digest. Kinda hurt to puke, it was still so thick 🤮
This was from a couple nights ago. I had eaten a double quarter pounder with cheese and a large fry and large coke a few hours prior, and it wasn't sitting well. Surprisingly there was a lot more in my stomach than I thought and had at least 7 solid gushes. Feeling my belly squeeze while.this was coming up was amazing. No fingers needed.
Ugh, I feel like I brought this on myself because I made a post that I haven’t puked in awhile… but my stomach’s SO upset with me right now and idk what’s going on. I made a short recording though!!! I realized a way easier way of posting was just taking a video without showing myself instead of trying to upload audio only which idk how to do on mobile. Mostly just burping and dry heaving but at least it’s cute😚
Last night I got a little greedy and ordered more than I could handle. I'd been snacking on and off all day, mostly soft foods like baked goods. I had been drinking for a little bit too and really had a craving for this mexican place in my town. I was feeling a little excessive and got a chimichanga (deep fried burrito) with tomatoes, and cheese sauce all over it. The burrito itself is huge, but the dinner I ordered comes with a side of rice and a side of beans that also had cheese on it, as well as some chips. I was naughty and snacked a little bit more while I waited for my delivery to arrive.
I love this meal, but about halfway through I started to feel really full. It doesn't reheat well, though, so I pushed through. I grabbed another drink and rallied on. By the time I was finished, my stomach felt rock hard and I couldn't lay back without uneasy, nauseous burps. I was feeling a little off, I definitely knew I was pushing it. I stood to get another drink, hoping that a little movement would help. Standing helped a little bit. I was able to burp and release some gas. I took small sips of my drink and controlled my breathing. I decided that I might try going outside for a smoke, hoping that would help me forget how full I was and help me control my breathing.
Fuck, was I wrong. One hit gone wrong and I started coughing. My stomach was so full, each cough got closer and closer to a heave. I was able to quell the pain in my throat with a few sips of my drink, but things weren't settling well. I felt so bloated, my stomach was groaning under my palm, chastising me for thinking I could eat five pounds of fried meat and cheese in one sitting. To be safe, I returned to my bathroom, leaning against the wall in front of my toilet while I groaned and tried to settle my stomach.
Between the painful groans were burps, each getting deeper and wetter than the other. Swallowing felt like a mistake, and none of my burps seemed to make me feel any better. If anything, I felt fuller with each belch. I leaned over the toilet and spit. I know it's only a matter of time now. The usual dizzy feeling or cold tingle down the spine that signal the need to vomit weren't present in this moment, the only thing I could think about was how full I was. Taking a deep breath is hard, my breathing becomes shallow and I'm worried with each inhale which exhale will be the one that finally releases it. I burp a few more times, some mucus hacks its way up my throat and I spit that in the toilet. I pat my hand against my stomach, it's hard and unwavering. I dare to take a deep breath and I feel my stomach clench. I don't throw up, not immediately, but I get up on my knees and steady myself, ready for what is to come.
As I shift positions, so do the contents of my stomach. I burp, wet and long. For a moment I think this is it, but my stomach doesn't yet heave. I leaves me breathless and disappointed, impatient and uncomfortable. All I can think about is how full I am, and how desperate I am to feel better. It hurts; it's a solid, churning stone settling in my stomach. It makes every bit of me feel stiff, difficult to move. I wish I could move, but I know that being anywhere other than hovering over my toilet right now is a severe mistake.
I burp, and I retch but still nothing comes. I can feel the pressure growing, though. My meal is sitting at the back of my throat, it is only a matter of time. The gasses in my stomach are growing, I burp a few more times. Each time could be the moment I spew. I only burp once or twice before finally, I get some relief.
The first time I vomit it's mostly just liquid, the sips of drinks I'd taken trying to settle my stomach before making the mistake of setting it off with a coughing fit. I heave twice, right after the other, puking up probably about a glass of liquid between the two heaves. I feel the pressure in my stomach growing, I ground both of my hands on the floor. It's about to get bad.
The first heave was large. It started with a burp, but quickly turned chunks of meat and beans and tortilla into projectiles towards the porcelain of my toilet bowl: chunky, but still liquidy with my drinks. The heave was deep, and long. In the middle of the heave, I burp, creating a second, more powerful wave of vomit to follow. I feel a squirt of liquid between my legs as I heave; not enough to leak through my pants, but enough for me to notice. I try to catch my breath.
I manage a few deep breaths before my stomach tries to heave up my dinner once more. I retch once, coughing up spit. I burp, and up with it comes a thick stream of chunks. Some of the toilet water splashes up and hits my face as my barely digested dinner plops into the bowl. I burp again, and realize I still don't feel any less full from before. I know the next heave is coming, nothing but stomach acid and a cough. Another heave produces only mucus. I rub my stomach, irritated that it has yet to find relief.
Rubbing my stomach is relieving only in the sense that it jostled it enough to try and retch productively again. I burp, I sit up a bit more, I know my stomach isn't finished yet. My stomach is reeling and I'm exhausted, I know I'm not finished yet but I'm ready to be. This dinner was a mistake, I am suffering the consequences.
Again, I heave a few more times but my retches are hardly productive. I feel a bubble start deep in my gut, it makes its way up my throat. I burp, deep and long. For a second I think it will be just that, but at the last second my stomach heaves and I throw up a bit of liquid. I cough, and retch a small bit of liquid up once more. For the second time, my stomach betrays me and retches again as I'm getting sick, producing a more powerful wave of vomit directly after the first. I'm able to take one breath before I'm getting sick again. The power from the first few retches isn't there, but there's still quantity. It's thick, I can feel chunks of it still rub against my throat as it's expelled. My stomach is tense, I'm not allowed to swallow or breathe until I've managed to bring up liquid one more time.
I sit up a little bit, I rest my forehead against my arm. I have a moment to breathe. I still feel bloated and full, but not as sick as before. My stomach still rumbles though, I feel my mouth water and struggle to swallow. I burp again, spitting into the chunks below. I try to catch my breath. I heave, and struggle to bring up thick chunks of my meal. My stomach contracts again, forcing up even more food. I wonder if this batch even got to digest, it feels so thick I could chew it. I spit, and wonder if my stomach will release any more of its contents.
My stomach is still upset, but it's not heaving anymore. After several seconds I lean back against my wall. I burp several times. I'm sure that if I'd had water to drink in that moment, that I would have gotten sick again, maybe before I was able to reach the toilet. I didn't have water, though, and that's probably for the better. I still felt full, but I didn't feel sick anymore.
That is, for about another twenty minutes or so....
I ate something that didn't agree with me and well here we are. I had ordered McDonald's, after like an hour and a half my stomach was churning and gurgling like crazy. I felt hot and dizzy and ended up sitting by the toilet for two hours 🤮
