Yall I went downtown with my best friend today and weâre on the bus and she just said sheâs really nauseous.
So we got to her apartment (my partners went out for the day with some friends as did I) and I could hear her stomach gurgling. She didnât end up getting sick and is currently on a bus home from her apartment. But her stomach sounds were very hot.
So realized I never told yall my name, so hi, Iâm Ozzy. I also have permission from my partners to tell you their names. My boyfriendâs name is Nick and my girlfriendâs name is Kaylee.
So we traveled to Boston yesterday, and because of where we live, it was a 4 hour drive. Now, something to know is that Kaylee has a VERY weak stomach, and gets motion sick very easily. Nick also gets motion sick, but itâs very hard and he only ever gets seasick, so we knew he wasnât going to be a problem. I rarely ever get motion sick, so the only person we were keeping an eye on was Kaylee. The drive started off fine, but around halfway through Kaylee started to complain about her stomach. Now, Kaylee tends to be dramatic, itâs part of the reason we love her, so we all knew she was playing it up, since she had been flirting and acting horny all morning. Our boyfriend was sitting in the back, and reach into the passenger seat to start rubbing her stomach as I was the one driving. It stays calm for a few minutes before her stomach gurgles loudly. Nick laughs and says how he felt that. I look over at her and tell her weâll be at the hotel soon. That was a lie, we still had an hour. She just nodded and placed her head on the window. Once she fell asleep Nick and I came to the conclusion that she really want feeing well since she wasnât even acting flirty now. When we were about 30 minutes away from the hotel she wakes up and asks for the plastic bag we keep in the car. Nick and I share a look and he gives it to her. She sits forward with her mouth open and holding the bag up to her mouth. I pulled the car over for her and she starts spitting into the bag. At this point sheâs burping and spitting, but not brining anything up. Honestly her burps are really hot, and as Iâm writing this Nick has told me he agrees. Anyway, after a few minutes, everything subsides and we get back on the road. It only took her a few minutes to fall back asleep and Nick and I started talking. He admitted that he was slightly hoping she might get sick because of how hot and sexy she is when she does. She also has said that she loves when she throws up because she likes the feeling. I agreed and the rest of the drive was mostly quiet. When we got the hotel she was still asleep so I got our stuff (weâre only staying for 2 days) which was 3 backpacks and Nick goes to wake up Kaylee. From what we can tell, sheâs back to her normal flirty self, so we suspected that she was fine now. We were wrong. She was just feeling really horny about it. We get all checked in and get to our room. It has a nice view and a big bed for the three of us with a TV and a connected bathroom. We put our stuff away and start chilling in bed,Kaylee laying in between Nick and I with her head and body mostly curled into Nick. Weâre watching an episode of friends that happened to be on when Kaylee starts holding her stomach and groaning. I ask if somethingâs wrong and she tells me her stomach is really acting up now. Again, Nick and I share a look, but my the flirty way she said it, it was an exited look. Something else to know about Nick? He loves getting puked on. It gets him hard real quick and we all know this. So when Kaylee starts hiccuping and propping herself up on her elbow facing Nick, we all got excited. I put my hand on her stomach like I always do, and she starts burping and hiccuping. Her stomach starts to clench and her burps start sounding wet. Nick is still lying partially down, slightly propped up with pillows. She starts gagging quite hardly and I can feel her stomach clenching and gurgling and groaning. Something else to note is you could also hear the food in her stomach moving around quite audibly, and it was turning me on. She starts to get some spit up and, because Nick wasnât wearing a shirt at the time, it was getting all over his chest/stomach, making him moan, which made me moan, which made Kaylee moan. Finally she started fully throwing up. It was chunky with and yellow and it was getting all over Nicks abs.
18+ from here on please
He was hard at this point and reached his had down to stroke his cock while I reached my own hand down to take care of myself. Kaylee was moaning while emptying her stomach, and started asking me to press on her stomach, as I did,
Somehow more vomit started to come out of this small woman. In all honesty, I shouldnât have been that surprised considering how insanely bloated she was. After only 2 presses, she was just dry heaving and Nick had reached his climax. All the moaning and puking sent me over the edge and I reached mine. After we were both done, Kaylee was still horny and worked up, so she started kissing me while Nick was still breathing heavy. I ended up getting on top of her and making her feel good. The best part was that her climaxing caused her to get sick again, and this time it was on me. We ended up cleaning each other up and cuddling as we always do after, with the both of us rubbing Kayleeâs stomach.
Today, we were walking around downtown and saw quite a big pile of chunky puke that made Kaylee gag. We got lunch and ended up laughing about it. Overall 10/10 day. Probably gonna post more later and tomorrow since weâre driving home tomorrow morning.
Also will probably be posting stomach audios soon so tell me if yall want them.
Your naked partner has stuffed themselves to the max, and then kept going. Their stomach is hugely distended, swollen to the point of agony. But they keep going. You can hear the heaviness and pain in each swallow as their stomach is completely packed and food is beginning to back up into their throat. You seat yourself so theyâre between your legs as you wrap you arms around their swollen midriff, light touches and strokes only. No pressure at all. You want to see how much they can force in, how far they can go before their body gives up.
They pause for a moment, cake midway to their mouths. You feel the ripple of stomach muscles clenching beneath your palm as they snap their mouth shut and hold back a gag. You lightly stroke their tummy and lean in closer, putting your head into the crook of their neck so you can whisper loving praise and soothing reassurances as they battle to keep the food in them a little longer. Their stomach clenches again and they let out another gag followed by an awfully wet burp. Another hard clench constricts their stomach and they pitch forward, still clamping their mouth closed but unable to control the involuntary movement as their body tries to get into prime puking position. You hear the silenced wretch in their throat, deep and wet. They finally drop the cakes slice and slam their hand against their mouth, but another wretch has undigested food and saliva spilling out between their fingers and onto the floor.
âOkay darling, itâs okay, you did so good. Let it out. Iâm here.â You soothe them as they finally let go, torrents of undigested food projectile from their mouths, splattering the floor as you gently rub circles on their tummy, wanting to soothe the gut wrenching constriction of their severely bloated tummy. It was like rock beneath your palm, completely and utterly solid. No give, not even the slightest squish to it, just completely solid distended stomach against your hand. You feel your arousal come on hard and fast, and know that despite the vomiting and obvious discomfort, your partner is surely as, if not more so, aroused as you.
There is a small break in the vomiting, and you guide your partner to the bathroom, one hand round their waist and on their tummy at all times. By the time they make it in front of the toilet their stomach is already clenching, still so stuffed with food. Your partner whines, leaning over the toilet, one hand supporting them whilst the other finds its way on top of your spare hand. They guide your hand between their legs, their touch eager, clearly desperate for sexual release. You respond with gentle yet firm touches, then lean your hips into them as they lean over the toilet sickly. You grind against them, pushing your crotch against their ass hard. They groan in pleasure but itâs stifled quickly by a wet belch and a sickly trickle of vomit running into the toilet. Your hand on their stomach can feel the torment beneath it. Their stomach is bubbling angrily, muscle spasms constantly threatening to take over and expel the contents.
More sickly burps, small amounts of saliva and minimal puke follow over the next few minutes. You continue to touch your partner and grind against them, pleased by the wetness youâre both creating and feeling. They turn their head and look pleadingly into your eyes.
âHelp me. Help my tummy. Please make me feel better.â They whine seductively.
You lower your pants, and bend your partner so theyâre leaning over the toilet. You insert into them slowly, gentle not to hurt them or their distended belly. Then you slowly grind yourself into them. You use your hand on their stomach to begin massaging harder, pushing into the solid mass of their stomach. They gag hard, small amounts of chunky vomit splattering into the bowl. But you keep going, moving your hips faster and you insert yourself deeper inside them. Then you clench your hand into a fist, and with a slow yet strong motion, push into their sickly swollen tummy. The response in instant. Vomit cascades out of their mouths, splashing forcefully into the bowl time after time. Their wretches bringing up vomit in time with the deep thrusting of your hips and pulsating of your penis. Pushing and kneading, massaging and caressing. You move with each other, basing your movements on the reaction of your partners turmoiled tum. And as the wretches grow less productive, they let out a groan that only comes with climax. The noise is all you need to allow yourself to join them, cum forcefully ejecting itself inside their already aching and full insides. As the pleasure washes through you your knees grow weak and you lower each other to the ground, bathing in the intense relief orgasm has bought you both. You snuggle into them, hands back on their tummy, still solid and severely upset. They are not done, and neither are you. You both enjoy your reprieve and begin readying yourself for round two.
cough cough you ahould totally write something about gerards⌠supposed vomit kink⌠thats jus me though but like, imagine reader with really bad emetaphobia comforting them while desperately trying to ignore his own hard onđđđđmy shaylaaaaa
OMGGG this one hits hard bc i used to have insanely bad emetophobia for most of my life (like seriously. i havenât puked in 9 years now i think.) i still def have moments but iâve gotten a lot better now lol. would it be weird to say that writing this kinda helped?
also sorry for the delayed response to ur ask i rly wanted to make sure i did this justice đ
tw: vomit, reader has emetophobia, this is gross, dddne, nsfw under cut
Fuck⌠fuckâŚ!
This canât be happening. You shake over the porcelain, silently praying to whatever god that would listen to magically make you feel better. Those prayers go unanswered as your stomach continues to churn with almost painful nausea.
Fuck! That last tequila shot was the worst mistake you had ever made in your life, it felt like. You can still hear the commotion and music downstairs, likely fueled on by that same bottle of liquor.
You had gone through all of your usual rituals and practices to calm yourself down; slowing your breathing, telling yourself that youâve gotten through this before, even if it does happen that youâre still safe⌠But it feels different this time. Not like the times before when âit felt differentâ but it turned out to just be anxiety. Itâs actually different this time.
You are going to throw up.
Despite knowing how it would likely be much better to get it over with, your instincts wonât let you go through with it. So, you suffer through the waves of nausea like you always did, holding on for as long as you can.
Reaching for your phone, you decided that some emotional support would help. You hover your shaking finger over your boyfriend Gerardâs phone number before figuring that you would just text him instead. The thought of opening your mouth right now, let alone talking felt like it could open the floodgates at a momentâs notice.
hey babe
iâm upstairs in the bathroom
can u come up for a sec?
Now, to hope that he somehow noticed his phone chiming over the loud album release celebration downstairsâŚ
Gerard, the ever loving man that he was, showed up within a minute of you pressing send. He knew about your phobia and took it seriously, unlike the others you would tell. Most of the time, when you told someone how you had emetophobia, you would get some variation of the same response: âWell, no one likes throwing up!â But they just didnât understand. They didnât understand just how crippling it was. How you could barely leave your house some days. This phobia controlled your life. And you were about to face it head on.
Your boyfriend didnât have to ask what was going on when he spotted you hunched over the toilet. He tightened, but relaxed a bit when he saw that the toilet bowl was clean for now. Gerard found solace in the fact that he had at least gotten to you in time.
Hopefully that makes up for the sin heâs secretly committing.
âToo much to drink, huh?â Gerard whispers softly, leaning over to rub your back. You only nod slightly in response, still too afraid to open your mouth. Your body shakes from the intense waves of anxiety that come along with the waves of nausea. âItâs okay baby⌠promise that youâre safe. Nothing bad is gonna happen tâya, alright?â
Gerard tries to hide his slurred speech caused by some tequila shots of his own earlier, but itâs ultimately not too successful considering his focus on hiding something else much more humiliating. Your boyfriend shifts his weight on the balls of his feet where he crouches down beside you in a desperate attempt to relieve the pressure of his tight jeans on his growing hard-on.
You two had prided yourselves on being extremely open with communication as a couple. There was nothing that you hadnât or wouldnât share with one another. That was true, except for one thing. Gerard was turned on by puke.
Itâs fucking disgusting, and he knew that! He was planning on telling you at some point, but decided that it would be best kept in the locked box of his mind once you had revealed your phobia to him. As much as Gerard had willed for his gross kink to go away for your sake, it always lingered in the back of his mind. And now, it was being forced to the forefront as he watched his beautiful girlfriend, the love of his life, about to be sick before his very eyes.
âDâya⌠dâya want me tâhelp you?â Gerard asked âMight be better to just get it over with, no?â
He was asking for the sake of both of you. As a relatively frequent puker himself, Gerard had learned it really was better to just stick some fingers down his throat. And selfishly, he really did want to see you be sick. He knew that there would probably never be an opportunity like this again, and that sick part of his mind needed to take it.
You shudder in fear, but you know that heâs right. It would be easier for someone else to help you anyways, since you know that you could never in a million years work up the courage to stick your own fingers down your throat. It felt like asking anyone else to hold a loaded gun up to their head with the safety off.
Squeezing your eyes shut, nearly in tears at this point, you force yourself to nod.
The tightness in Gerardâs pants only grew in anticipation. âMâjust gonna put my fingers in your mouth then, alright baby? Just relax fâmeâŚâ
As promised, Gerard slips his index and middle finger between your lips. That act alone makes his cock twitch. âReady?â
You take a deep, shaking breath. You are about to chicken out and pull away from your boyfriendâs fingers when Gerard suddenly pushes deep into your mouth.
It doesnât take much.
Heâs barely touching your tongue when a gush of liquid comes falling out of your lips and into the porcelain below. Gerard takes in the sight, having to bite his lip to hold back a humiliating groan that threatened to spill from his own lips. A second wave of sick pours out of your mouth and around his fingers. The sensation of the warm liquid on his hand almost has Gerard cumming in his pants untouched.
Youâre gripping the toilet seat so hard that Gerard swears youâre gonna break the thing. Your figure is shaking hard, and Gerard takes his vomit-soaked fingers out of your mouth to rub your shoulders.
âDid so good fâme, baby. See? Youâre okay⌠Mâsure you feel better now, too.â Gerard coos sweetly into your ear, desperately hoping you canât hear the heart-pounding lust laced in his words. His cock strains so hard against those damn skin-tight jeans that they feel like they might rip.
A sick voice in Gerardâs head wonders if he can get you to have a couple more drinks before the night is overâŚ
Some sad little guy clutching his stomach and moaning because it hurts so badly, laying on the bathroom floor and trying so so desperately not to throw up - even though he knows its inevitable, evidenced by how close he is to the toilet.
And hes all alone so he lets the noises of pain slip out, the huffing, the keens when his stomach clutches and nausea fills his throat. Then the sudden lurch of his stomach and his guts spilling across the tiles as he fails to heave himself up and aim for the toilet bowl, vomit spilling all over his shirt and pants, warm and wet.
He lets out this dumb, pathetic noise, humiliated and dismayed and distressed. Hes sitting in his own sick and the smell makes his stomach turn again. He gags and wipes his mouth, shuddering at the feeling of still-warm sliminess against his skin.
And eventually he crawls over to the shower to wash himself off
Thinking about differences you can imply between âI want to throw up.â And âI need to throw up.âÂ
(Warning for emeto, talking about a character seeing something gross, over eating, trying to induce vomiting (not related to Ed purposes), public emeto)Â
Want
1. Sickie that has been hovering over a toilet for hours. They started feeling nauseous extremely late into the night and feel asleep while waiting to throw up, and now itâs early morning and their stomach is still churning but not enough to push their body to vomit yet. Though their tummy keeps growling, and they gag and dry heave every now and then, itâs still not enough to actually get sick and get the cycle over with. Caretaker eventually finds them crying with their head laid onto the toilet seat, mumbling, âI want to throw up.Â
2. Sickie sees something extremely gross, not you cringe and thatâs it, but stomach turning gross, think about it while you eat for the next couple of weeks gross. Itâs something that leaves them in pure shock at what they saw, and they donât move until caretaker finds them and shakes their shoulder, waking them from their haze. Maybe what ever it was that they saw caretaker also seeâs though they arenât as affected by things like this but knows that itâs something that would definitely affect sickie. They ask sickie if they are okay who has placed their hand over their mouth from said shock and through their muffled hand they say âNo I really want to throw up.â Suddenly starting to feel their stomach slightly turn, thinking the only way to feel cleaner is to hurl their insides up.Â
3. Sickie thatâs meeting their partnerâs family for the first time and their partner warns them that their family tends to love cooking for new people and tends to cook a lot and that sickieâs stomach does not have the capacity to eat the amount their family will serve them. Sickie still wants to meet their parents and thinks they will be fine but during the dinner they are already given a huge serving that definitely is larger than they would normally get through and thatâs not counting the family members that keep offering pieces of their own dishes, but sickie tries their best to eat everything even though they already feel their stomach start to hurt after the first plate. Caretaker tells them they donât have to eat anymore and points out they can actually hear sickieâs stomach start to unhappily growl, but sickie can see a couple of the family members giving them a weird look, so they continue to push their limits. Finally once they get to leave, poor sickie curls into a ball in the passenger seat of the car cradling their poor overfilled gurgling tummy. Now that they have managed to somewhat impress caretakerâs family thereâs no need for the food to be them anymore, and they donât want to spend the night curled up with their tummy gurgling every couple minutes and punishing them with nausea till they finally throw up (because there is no way their stomach will even try digest all that food.) when caretaker asks how they feel about meeting their family all sickie has to say/groan is âI want to vomit,â while rubbing their tummy And caretaker is pretty sure with the route they have to take home sickie will be getting that wish sooner than later.
4. Similar to number 1 but this time sickie is so desperate to get the nausea to go away they start forcefully pushing on their stomach to make themselves puke. Which caretaker disagrees with and keeps trying to pull Sickieâs arms away from themselves or putting their hands one sickies stomach to act as a shield and telling sickie that âthey are hurting themselves more,â and âif their body isnât ready to vomit, yet itâs not ready to vomit and to stop forcing it.â Which sickie still tries to vomit anyway while crying âI just want to puke.â
5. Pain that makes you wanna throw up? yeah.Â
NeedÂ
1. Sickie has never been good eating a certain ingredient, sometimes one bite it enough for their stomach to go âthis is not it,â and send it up immediately. Sickie is offered a bite of a dish one of their friends/coworkers/etc are eating, unknown to them that dish features said ingredient and the person offering knows this, they just think that sickie needs to get over themselves, and itâs just something they donât like. Sickie happily takes a spoonful of the food and immediately tastes the ingredient that spells trouble for their poor tummy but knew it would be way too rude to spit out, maybe they will be lucky, and their stomach will accept the small amount but a couple seconds later they can already feel their stomach getting upset. They know when it comes to this itâs not a drawn out nausea that gives them enough time to flee the scene, rather maybe a minute or so. Right then, caretaker walks in seeing the pale sickie with wide eyes asking them whatâs wrong and sickie mutters âI need to throw up.â Not loud enough the other person hears because they canât deal with that embarrassment but still pushes caretaker out of the way and a hurry to get to a bathroom.Â
2. Theyâre in a public place. Its sudden nausea that comes out of nowhere, but itâs definitely not going to last longer than a couple of minutes before sickie hurls their insides out. The problem is that despite being in public there seems to be no bins nearby nor bathrooms and sickie is starting to feel that if they take any more steps they will just throw up everywhere. Caretaker finally notices that sickie has stopped walking and turns to find them bending over with a hand clamped around their mouth and tummy. Caretaker asks if they can move to find someone with fewer people to puke and sickie forces out a âNo, I need to throw up now.â Before burping wetly into their hand.
3. Sickie getting carsick and not realising it till the last minute. They think maybe the last thing they ate wasnât settling so well and if they sleep for a little bit the small nausea they have will go away (which of course actually makes it worse.) though sickie isnât exactly the best person when it comes to telling how they truly feel. After caretaker notices that sickie was sleeping for a bit and is not completely zoned out and gone quiet, they ask if everything is all good and if they should pull over for a bit but sickie brushes it off thinking they will be able to get the queasy feeling in their stomach in control, and itâs just a little indigestion plus they donât want to waste time which of course ends with sickie getting sicker as they drive on, but they manage to keep themselves from throwing up until the worst possible minute (on the free way or sm) and they have to tug on caretakers sleeve telling them they âneed to throw up,â feeling guilty and beating themselves over the fact this wouldnât have happened if they took car takers offer earlier.Â
4. Good old sickie gets given some awful news thatâs enough to make them not just want to vomit, but actually need to empty their stomach. After going completely blank and pale from receiving the news, caretaker asks if they need a minute, maybe already hearing sickies stomach start to churn and not wanting them to have to be sick in front of who ever delivered the news. Sickie turns to them with the blankest look and with no  emotion, tells caretaker, âI need to be sick.â Before finally snapping and doubling over and clutching their stomach with tears in their eyes.
5. Those characters that were fear is enough to make their stomach churn. During a time when sickie is already a little on edge and someone decides to scare them and it completely backfires because after they scare sickie they completely drop to their knees holding their stomach and the person who scared them thinks itâs just the fear doing that, and they ask sickie how good did they get them who instead replies they suddenly feel like they need to throw up much to the person who scared themâs own horror.Â
I meant to go a completely different direction with this lol but oh well.Â
Went to a church event where there was a lot and I mean a LOT of snacks...before that I had some chicken and apple juice. During I had 4 cream puffs, an ĂŠclair, 5 pieces of sausage, a bunch of cheese, serving of veggie straws, a cup of coffee and a cup of lemonade. The bathroom was so secluded I was throwing up for about 10 minutes and nobody walked in on me! I absolutely hate throwing up in public restrooms and having people hear me just because of the impression I'd give ă˝(ďźâ˝ďź)ă
My favorite part of throwing up is when I start drooling everywhere, all over my fingers and it drips down onto the floor. You can see some puddles of saliva next to the toilet. I get off on being so messy for whatever reason, even better if I throw up on my fingers and all over my hand. I don't even pull my fingers out, I just keep gagging myself with wet vomit stuck to my fingers. I love forcing myself to taste my own sickness. (actually I've never considered eating my own vomit, but that sounds really appealing right now)
Also no if anyone's wondering the girl who gets off on vomiting isn't Christian, I just went because some friends who are apart of the church invited me to a game night. Who am I to say no...
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I kept dry heaving and at one point I threw up (more so regurgitated) in my mouth. I love having to keep vomit down in public, even better that I literally get nauseous whenever I eat which may be some underlying problem but oh well, all that matters is that I get off on it
I cannot vomit naturally, the only time I naturally vomited was when I overdosed on SSRIs 3 years ago. But I'd love to be in public and throw up all over myself without having to stick my fingers down my throat. Yet all I do is dry heave, and sometimes I'll regurgitate just the tiniest bit of food into my mouth...but it's never enough.
Oh and when vomiting earlier I stabbed myself in the back of my throat with my nail and it's still sore.
Robot with a replica digestive tract so that they can join in with their teammates at mealtimes and feel a bit more human, but it malfunctions the first time they try using it
Idk what this is
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