Hey, sorry it's been a minute, life kinda got in the way. But alas, I'm back and I'm bringing something very special for y'all!! A lil while ago it was my birthday, so naturally I had to get super duper fucked up and puke :))
I ate a ton of food at my birthday dinner, then drank copious amounts of alcohol and mixed many many drinks. This led to me getting super sick and puking in a bag in my room. I hope y'all enjoy it!
(first time posting a video, too spooked to fully show my face on Tumblr though, plz be nice thx)
Emeto girls, if this makes you wet please let me know ;) I'm a horny slut for these kinds of interactions so don't hesitate to comment, dm, etc.
the start of my awful awful hangover pukes at around 8 a.m. 😭😭 i compressed this video so i could post on here… let’s see how it goes.
yeah so this was my first hangover, i woke up with a killer headache and maybe ten minutes later i realized i had to puke. i set my phone down and just immediately vomited before i started the recording, which is why you can already see my mouth is wet lol. this is the result of about half a liter of vodka and a practically nonexistent tolerance. this was just the first vomiting episode of about eight that morning, i stopped puking around noon.
this is what i puked during the course of this video
Arghhhh today my gf was trying to get a hair out of her mouth while leering over me. I joked that it looked like she was trying to gag herself, and she laughed... and then stuck her fingers down her throat. She didn't gag or anything but I've been replaying the image in my mind all day @_@
She also had way too much soda today so she kept burping. At one point she had her head on my lap and started to burp, then sorta shifted and sat up. Said something like "That burp wasn't a burp. Like, if I kept forcing it, something would've come up." aaaaajkhkfgdhlsf
I know I wouldn't cope very well with the reality of her being sick on my lap, but in fantasy? I was wearing a dress, so it would have poorly caught what came up. She seems like the type of person that would gag again immediately from the taste/feeling of vomit in her mouth. Maybe even in the midst of apologizing. "Oh my gosh I'm so sor-*hrrk*" Adding to the pile. I'd tell her it's ok, just get it up, we can clean up later. Pulling her hair back out of her face. Definitely not shivering with fear and arousal and disgust and excitement at the warm mess in my lap, at her pathetic adorable noises
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....
Sickie that throws up easily, getting everything up in 3-4 massive waves of vomit
Sickie that can only get up a little at a time, puking up mouthfuls a in quick succession, easily vomiting 5, 10, 15 times in a row, hardly getting time to breathe
Sickie that gets nauseous very suddenly and has to urgently run to the bathroom, not always making it before they vomit on the floor
Sickie that always struggles to puke, dealing with hours of awful nausea and unproductive gagging before they can finally get relief
Sickie that coughs and coughs until they cough up a wave of sick. Choking after every time they retch or vomit
Sickie that burps a lot, patting their back to help them burp up the trapped air, until they start to gag. Long, wet burps turning into streams of vomit
Sickie that vomits so violently that they get dizzy, see spots, and often faint from the exertion
Sickie that gags and vomits weakly and quietly, exhausted and barely awake
Sickie that can't help puking loudly, their retching and moaning clearly audible even with the door shut and the tap running
Sickie that's afraid to throw up, crying and shaking when they feel queasy, squeezing your hand when they pant and heave into the toilet bowl
You know, I really like the idea of puking into hands. Someone panicking and vomiting into their hands when there's nothing else to puke into. Maybe they're on the toilet, thinking they were safe and their food wouldn't come up, but quickly find that it does and they vomit into their cupped hands. Maybe there was no bucket around, or maybe they made too quick a decision and ignored the bucket right by them, flooding them with regret at the mess they made which just worsens their stomach pain. I would love for someone to grip desperately onto my forearms, their nails digging into me so deep it hurts, pathetically crying and choking up vomit into my hands. I love when the hands can't hold all of the puke. To watch it spill over the edges of the fingers and drip onto the floor as the person becomes more panicked... I need this so bad.
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.
So I finally got to indulge in a little bit of my ridiculous fetish last night, thanks to my darling boyfriend, and I really need to write this shit down before I forget because this is going to be burned into my brain for the rest of my life. I've had a stupid cold all week and been feeling shitty because of it but I've been mostly okay, except for all the fucking drainage making my stomach hurt. Normally I don't care, it's whatever, but it was getting really uncomfortable and I wanted to just puke and get it over with so I tried to pull trigger yesterday morning but, turns out, my gag reflex is kinda broken.
Go all day feeling nauseous and uncomfortable now that I had my hand down my throat basically, then after we hung out n vc'd all day I was like well I'm gonna try again. I got all prepared and everything, really tried to make this easy on myself. I was really scared, honestly, but he was being so helpful and kind.
Gently encouraging me while I was trying (and failing) to gag myself for quite a while, having to finger my throat pretty hard for it to even kind of make me gag. Then it started to actually happen and I don't think I've ever been so horny in my fucking life than I was right then.
I actually managed to bring up just a little bit of puke, not enough to feel better, but just a bit. It felt so good and I liked how it looked dripping down my fingers. It was all super clear because I've been basically not eating and just drinking a load of water. Super thick and stringy, though, and I knew I needed to get more up. He was so so so helpful and made sure I knew I was safe and cared for the whole time. I could feel it in my throat but it wouldn't come up, got all frustrated and crying about it, just drooling a mess. I was gonna give up but tried one more time and ended up naturally puking for the first time in...years. It felt so insanely good. My body felt like it was on cloud nine. I didn't even have to retch it just came up on its own and I felt so much better afterwards, I could actually acknowledge the fact I was stupid fucking horny. Tried to drink some water, per bf's instruction, but ended up just bringing it back up on accident because now my tummy was sensitive. I was getting off afterwards because I, well....yeah, and ended up cumming so hard I puked again. This time not as lucky as before, ended up on myself, but I think that just kind of helped the whole fantasy a little more.
I felt disgusting but my partner loved and wanted me anyways, what more could I ask for?
He encouraged me to clean up and called me brave and I went to bed with a much happier tummy than before, and even now when I'm headed to work, I feel a lot better now that I got all that nasty sick up. I have no idea when I'll ever need to do that again, especially since it was so hard to gag myself at all I don't want to force it unless I need to puke, but fuck was it hot. I'm so glad I felt safe enough to savor every second of it on my tongue, how good it felt to empty out my poor tummy and to gag around my fingers.
I thought about recording but it was such a struggle to even get up that little bit, and I had to have TV on because roommates were home so it would've been distracting, but I sounded really good to myself. Fucking panting like a bitch in heat the whole time, whining and begging to vomit.
Will definitely not be as scared next time now that I know how good it feels :)
okay okay…. here is the video!! sorry about the bad angle + blurring … hehehe. 45 secs is where i actually start vomiting!! first part is just a lot of unsuccessful attempts at forcing it. then i vomit naturally.
i haven’t thrown up in.. 4 years? i’m honestly pretty scared of doing it myself. i got back to the hotel after drinking, and everyone else was asleep while i was shaking in the bathroom from 4-7am. i needed to throw up so badly that i kept drinking water and finally just ended up gagging myself, but even that wasn’t working!! i’ve always struggled with that for some reason? after the first part of this video i went and tried to lie down, but within 15 minutes i was running back to the bathroom to FINALLY throw up. and there we are!!