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@emetoexperiment
Introduction Post
Hello! I’m Blue [he/him] :) I’m a 23-year-old bi trans guy. I’m mainly into emeto, but I also enjoy illness, fevers, and whump in general. This is a kink-oriented blog, so I will ask that people under 18, please do not interact!!! Thanks for reading!
non kink side blog: @whumpcentralstation
Playlist · 21 Songs
a playlist of songs that mention vomiting
the second one
ATTENTION ALL GIRLS AND LADIES: if you walk from home, school, office or anywhere and you are alone and you come across a little boy crying holding a piece of paper with an address on it, DO NOT TAKE HIM THERE! take him straight to the police station for this is the new 'gang' way of rape. The incident is getting worse. Warn your families. Reblog this so this message can get accross to everyone.
I will always reblog things like this, it won’t ruin your blog or the look of it, and this could potentially save a life.
PLEASE reblog this.
I have reblogged this about three times now and I will never not reblog it
i actually heard of this happening in atlanta not that long ago. that shit is terrifying as hell.
idc if it may ruin my blog look or whatever, if it means word gets out about these bastards then imma reblog x1000
reposting on my friends account
BECAUSE THIS IS IMPORTANT!
REBLOG THE SHIT OUT OF THIS
Story time!!!
The other day I met up with my friend who I don’t see very often and we went out for brunch. Whilst we were driving to the cafe she mentioned feeling slightly queasy but we both brushed it off because she has quite a weak stomach so feels nauseous quite a lot and most of the time she doesn’t actually throw up. When we got there we looked through the menus and one of the things you could order was a hot cross bun.
She saw it and mentioned the time we were sat next to each other on a coach for a school trip and she had eaten a hot cross bun but because of motion sickness, she had thrown it all up into a plastic bag but then, because there were no bins on the coach she had had to put the puke-filled bag into her back pack and carry it into the theatre.
The thought of this story clearly made her feel queasier and she burped subtly and swallowed but she kept brushing it off and said that she’d feel better once she’d had something to eat because she hadn’t eaten anything all day (she doesn’t eat breakfast it makes her throw up - weak stomach). We ordered our food, I had a stack of pancakes and she had a full English breakfast and we both ordered smoothies to go with it. We chatted the whole time and everything was good until about 2/3 of the way through when I noticed her rubbing her stomach. I asked her if she was okay and she said yes and kept eating. We were just finishing her smoothies when she burped and then gagged into her hand. I asked again if she was sure that she was okay and she finally admitted that she felt like she might throw up but she just blamed it on the fact that she ate her food too fast. We finished and paid and we got back in the car.
I told her to just say if she needed me to pull over at any point and also gave her a plastic bag from my glove compartment. I could hear her upset stomach gurgling the whole time and every now and then she would lift the bag up to her lips, let out a wet burp and then put it back down.
We got back to her flat without any incidents but she’s still clearly nauseous I take her to the bathroom and she sits in front of the toilet. She stays there for about five minutes gagging and heaving but not getting anything up and then she asks me to rub her belly!!! Guys I literally died this is like my dream scenario. Anyway I try to keep it cool and help her out so I sit behind her and rub her belly and she starts burping up small mouthfuls of breakfast and every time she gagged I felt her stomach contract. She continued burping up small mouthfuls then all of a sudden she let out a deep wet burp and a thick stream of undigested food came pouring out of her. I move round slightly so I can rub her back aswell as her stomach and moving also gave me a better view of the beautiful mess she was making in the toilet. Obviously my number one concern was whether she was okay or not but her throwing up was so hot 🥵.
Anyway after a few more powerful waves the vomit started to tamper off letting her catch her breath. I was still rubbing her back and giving her gently encouragement and telling her to get it up if she needs to and that she’ll feel much better once it’s out. She burped up a couple more mouthfuls and then came to the conclusion she was done.
I helped her up, out of the bathroom and onto the sofa and got her a bucket just in case and a glass of water. I sat down next to her while she put on a movie and drank the water. A few minutes in she gagged and slapped her hand over her mouth and I quickly grabbed the bucket and held it for her to puke into. I held the bucket with one hand and rubbed her back with the other. Her vomit was mainly water with a couple of chunks. After she was done I put the bucket back on the floor and she lied down on the sofa with her head on my lap. She spent the rest of the movie rubbing her stomach and burping into her hand every now and then. Near the end of the movie she fell asleep. I made sure the bucket was by her head and slowly got up and let myself out.
I text her later to make sure she was okay and she said that she hadn’t thrown up since and said she must have just overeaten or something.
The War Is Almost Over… but Our Struggle to Rebuild Has Just Begun
Every day here in Gaza feels like a year carved into our chests. The war isn’t like it was in the early days—the sky is quieter, the air carries less smoke, and the nights hold fewer explosions. But the pain… it still lives under the rubble, inside our memories, and in the empty spaces where our loved ones once stood.
I’m writing this today not because the war has completely ended, but because for the first time in a long while, it feels like the horizon is opening a little. A small space where we can breathe, gather ourselves, and try to rebuild what’s left of our lives. Yet every step forward feels like walking on wounded memories, and every stone from our destroyed home whispers stories we never got to finish.
We lived through nights so heavy we thought morning would never come. We lost things that can never be replaced—homes, dreams, pieces of our hearts. But we are still here… holding on, trying, fighting to stay standing despite everything.
And in the middle of this long road… there is a house. A house that once carried laughter, warmth, noise, and life. Today, all that remains is an image holding a memory—and rubble longing for the people who once lived inside.
Today, we are trying to rebuild—not just the walls of a house, but an entire life that was shattered. We are trying to create a new beginning, to live with dignity again, to give our family a sense of safety that we’ve been missing for so long.
We’re not writing this to mourn what was lost, but to ask for a chance to start again. We ask for your support because rebuilding after a war is not something one person can do alone—it is a human effort, a shared act of compassion. We need you. We need your hearts. We need your help to stand again.
Every contribution—no matter how small—makes a difference. It becomes part of our story, part of rebuilding a home, part of reviving a life that nearly faded.
The war may be almost over… but our journey back to life begins now.
My name is Abedmajed Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with what remains of my once large and loving family.
Thank you to every soul who still feels our pain, and to everyone who reaches out a hand to help us rise again.
Emeto scenario of a put together character coming undone in stages. A smartly dressed man feeling ill and loosening his tie to get more comfortable. Shivering inside a nicely tailored jacket. Vomiting in the freezing office bathroom before admitting he needs you to take him home. Getting inside and peeling him out of the sweaty dress shirt he’s too shaky to undo the buttons of. Taking off his shoes, before he’s rushing into your bathroom to vomit again, kneeling on the floor in his tight dress pants and patterned socks. Helping him out of his pants and into the shower with you and washing his body and hair while he holds on to you for balance. He gets dizzy from the heat and throws up again in the shower. You get out and help him dry off while he sits on the closed lid of the toilet and shivers, then dress him in comfortable sleep clothes. Sitting on the bed with him with a bowl because he never stopped feeling nauseous. Holding him against you, still damp from the shower, smelling the shampoo in his wet hair as he breathes shallowly and tries not to get sick again. Holding the bowl under his chin when he fails miserably, retching and vomiting for the fourth time. Giving him medicine and water you know he won’t be able to keep down, he’ll just have to ride it out.
#need that
puking on someone’s grave
I JUST MADE MYSELF THROW UP HANDS FREE NO EMETIC!!!! I MIMICKED THE MOTION OF RETCHING WITH MY BODY AND THREW UP!!! AT FIRST IT WAS JUST SPIT AND BURPING AND ME DOING EVERYTHING BUT I ACTUALLY FELT A LITTLE SICK AND MY BODY TOOK OVER AND I WAS JUST PUKING NATURALLY!!!!! IT WAS INSANE OMG I AM SO HAPPY AND SO SO SO SO SO SO HORNY!!!! I FEEL LIKE I HAVE SUPERPOWERS
I kind of want to try role play, but I’m new to it. If anyone wants to show me how, dms are open :)
I hate how I can’t ever feel normal when someone mentions vomit. Or when I have to talk about it.
there’s something about the idea of puking food up into its original container, like vomiting pizza back into the box or throwing up into a popcorn bucket at the movies
concept: someone who’s been trying to curb their nausea for *hours* on a flight mumbling a hushed but desperate ‘oh no’ before frantically reaching for a sick bag. projecting out all of the food they overindulged in at the airport, no idea they were going to get so motion sick being sat at the back of the plane.
soon enough one bag is full and badly aimed puke is splashing over the edges of the heaving, heavy bag, they put it down on the table in front of them before taking a bag from the seat next to them and grunting gently, but their body turns it into a guttural burp and gag before forcing up more thick vomit into the bag.
I wouldn’t want someone to throw up on me but I would want someone to throw up while laying on me.
a janitor who doesn’t get grossed out by vomit or diarrhea and just feels bad for whoever left the mess
I feel like if I threw up in front of someone it’d feel like getting naked in front of them. I hope it never happens.
