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[iloveemeto]

[my-emeto-resources]

Weirdly obsessed at the moment with sickie having had too much coffee on an empty stomach, and them feeling all types of weird and nauseous because of it for the longest time. Then they accept defeat (and their own stupidity) and decides to wait it out in the bathroom. Except they don't have to wait. As soon as they see the toilet they throw up.

[blucky28-deactivated20260529]

I got really sick…had to help it up a few times

[burpyurpybabes]

Last night I was taking a shower before heading to bed. About half way through I realize that I am feeling extremely bloated and I can not figure out why. My stomach felt hard and round inside of me and I was a little afraid to press on it. I remember to breathe, and try to focus on the next task in my routine. It works for a time, but my stomach is only feeling harder and rounder. I put my hand on my stomach and some air jostles free and up my esophagus. It's deep, and wet, and has me gagging at the end.

Gagging forced me to hunch over, and it's when I'm forced into that position that I realize that maybe I need to get sick. I stand up straighter and cradle underneath my stomach with one hand. With my other, I gently rub along the top of my stomach where it feels the tightest. That hand quickly flew up to my mouth as more gas was released. Standing upright I knew getting sick would be a challenge, but the moment I bent over......

I weighed my options: try and forget about it and move on or get sick and maybe feel better. I ran my face under the warm water of the shower. I tried to stand still and listen to my body. All I could feel was the tight drum of my stomach as I wondered what had bloated me so badly.

Fuck it, I think, realizing that my stomach is only getting more uncomfortably tight with time. Relieving some pressure will probably be a good thing. My hand stays gently splayed across my stomach as I open the shower curtain on one side and step part way out to lean over my sink. The sink is closer than the toilet, and easier to told onto. I bend over part way and feel the way the contents of my stomach shift. One small ripple of my gut and my mouth is open. I don't have to do any work, my stomach contracts and a gush of liquidy brown vomit surges out of my mouth and into the sink basin. I cough once, I burp a second time, my stomach heaves and sick flows out of me once more. I cough up a chunk of something, but I can't tell what. I hover over the basin for another few seconds. I'm not going to be sick again, so I return to my shower.

I'm feeling better, but my stomach is still somewhat firm. I'd eaten a good dinner, but that was a few hours ago. I hadn't been snacking too much tonight, nor did I think I'd consumed that much liquid. I tried to brush it off and continue my shower, but after another few minutes the tightness returns. I burp into my hand a few times. I'm careful as the loofah scrubs over my belly. I try to wash my legs without bending over. It's harder when washing my feet.

The belch that escaped me was long and continuous. A little bit of liquid came up. I stood up quickly, swallowing down the wave that was to come. I held my breath, I burped, it tasted like vomit in the back of my throat. I returned to my position over the sink, tongue heavily hanging limp in anticipation. My hands braced the sides of the sink as my stomach twitched, then rippled. I whimpered-an involuntary noise as my throat contracted and diaphragm pushed another warm, watery wave of vomit into my sink with so much force it filled the bottom of the basin and took a second to begin draining. There's a bit of food stuck in my throat. I cough and struggle to breathe for a moment, then another torrent of vomit comes up to dislodge it. I'm hunched over halfway, leaning most of my weight against my sink as I watch the drool from my tongue linger down the drain. I hiccup and spit up a few more mouthfuls of bile as I try and assess the situation at hand.

I can't possibly have more in me, so I return to finish my shower. I don't get sick again, but that familiar pressure and tightness had returned by the time I'd finished my shower and was drying off. I fell asleep on my side with a bin on the floor just in case.

[sickskeleton]

Morning gastritis gagging fit pt.1

Yesterday I woke up with a nauseous and burning feeling in the middle of my stomach. I took my daily omeprazole pill but I kept having gagging fits while waiting for it to kick in so here’s pt 1 of that 🫶 hope you guys enjoy the tummy view :)

[vommymommy]

Making a mess is so much fun! 🩷

[grave-bane]

video for my girlfriend from last month when i obviously had too much to drink

[vommymommy]

All riled up, no brakes. 🩷

[rebsickness]

Imagine slowly shoving your hand down someone's throat. Feeling the warm, wet inside of their mouth as they salivate on your skin .. how it would pulse ... going deeper despite them clearly struggling to breathe and being able to feel all the warm bumps and ridges inside their mouth and throat. having your fingers deep enough to make them gag, them absolutely slobbering as they begin to throw up, being able to touch the first bits of vomit with the tips of your fingers, eventually feeling their throat constrict as they heave and puke out hot vomit... the chunks and stuff gettinf all up your arm and spilling from their mouth down their chin. slowly retracting your arm, and the last little bits of their vomit come out of them. washing your hands, and gently cleaning up their face... but the lingering smell of bile stays... rant rant rant rant rant sorry ew ew ew im horny and a raging emetophilie

[mangosyringe]

Commission for the 5th chapter of “To Break A TV” by BroadcastingError on ao3! I had so much fun drawing this, it's been awhile since I've done a completed medical themed piece like this, so it was really nice to get back into all the fun little details :3 Please go give the fic a read!! I highly recommend it especially if you like defernull tenna and whump ^^ https://archiveofourown.org/works/82214696/chapters/216373641

[notgwad]

Some belly aches and cramps. Ugh, that was a huuge stuffing. My stomach is about to rip open.

[burpyurpybabes]

Thursday, 7:53am. The morning is starting slow. Your alarm has gone off four or five times, dreading you out of a bleary comfort your pillows and duvet have afforded you. You have to get up, you have to put your feet on the floor and stand. You have thirty minutes to get presentable and leave before you're late for work. You have the same routine every morning, yet somehow you forget to take your meds three times before you finally remember. The aching dread that comes at the end of the week has begun to settle over you; you're less focused, drawn to scrolling on your phone while you bluster through your morning routine hazardously. You stayed up too late last night, you're regretting your decision. You don't want to go to work today, but you can't call in. Typical Thursday.

8:37am You're running a little behind, but if you're lucky and don't hit too much traffic, you should be able to make it to work on time. You managed to make yourself a coffee and microwave breakfast burrito to eat on the way in. Your stomach growls and saliva pools under your tongue. You didn't eat quickly enough after taking your meds, the nausea starts to kick in. You cough a few times, swallow your spit down and pray. You force yourself to take a few large sips of your coffee, hoping that the calories from the creamer will be enough to settle your stomach. You start your car and take a bite of the burrito. It's the end bit, so it's mostly tortilla and a bit of egg. You try not to be disappointed as you back out of your parking spot and begin off to work.

8:58am You're just in time for work. You won't have time to make it to your computer before 9:00, but you're on company property so you can clock in on your phone. You let yourself sit for a second before going inside. You're feeling restless; it's just anxiety about being late, your boss has been in a bad mood lately and you don't want to upset him. Your music on the way in was too loud, but the silence was even worse. Your breakfast burrito didn't actually heat through all the way and turned you off from the idea of eating entirely. Your coffee is too sweet, you poured too much creamer into it this morning, but you'll survive. You feel off, but you convince yourself that's just because you're tired.

12:23pm You're exhausted, and you blame it on the stupid burrito. Your boring office job is exactly that, boring, but spending the day at a computer answering emails and redirecting phone calls was better than physical labor on days like today. Your stomach has been grumbling all day, but you're not really hungry, nothing sounds particularly good. You had a sleeve of graham crackers in your drawer at work, you've had a few this morning. They're good dipped in coffee, but both are rather dehydrating. Your favorite coworker came in with a big gulp full of nugget ice and gave you half. The cold water has been nice, but it's done little to solve how dry your mouth has been. You've made a cup of ramen for lunch, you're hoping that the warm and the salt will help you get through. Cup noodles aren't exactly your ideal lunch, but it's the least amount of effort and the least amount of chewing you can do, so you settle for it. You manage about half before your lunch break is over and you bin the remains.

2:00pm You hate this meeting. You hate this meeting so much. This is the most this could have been an email meeting you've ever attended in your entire life. It's virtual, which is good you suppose because that restlessness from this morning is back. You can look composed on camera, but your feet are tapping and you're not sure what exactly is wrong. You're thankful that you don't have to do much talking in this meeting, but the ramen did little to fix the dry mouth situation. If anything all the sodium bloated you. You've been to the bathroom three times trying to get rid of some of it, but all the liquid remains sloshing around in your stomach. You stifle a burp behind your fist and try to concentrate.

4:45pm Your boss left fifteen minutes ago, so you're going to leave fifteen minutes early. The sloshing in your stomach hasn't gone away, and you're too embarrassed to ask a coworker for antacid. You want to get out of here early, try to get home before the traffic gets too horrible. You just want to go lie down.

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5:20pm You toe your shoes off as you lean against your door because you know that if you bent over right now you might be sick. The last ten minutes of your drive have been stressful, your stomach hasn't been enjoying the stop and go of traffic. You've been trying to keep it settled with breathing and small sips of your cold water, but your burps have been getting wetter and wetter. The three flights of stairs up to your apartment have done little to settle your stomach, and you are so thankful that you've made it home before getting any worse. You make your way to your bedroom and get out of your uncomfortable work clothes in exchange for your largest and most comfortable pajamas. You feel another burp ripple up through your chest, but your hand springs to your mouth when your stomach heaves. The back of your throat is cold, water unsettled from the drive home. You know things aren't going to get better, you make your way to the bathroom.

You settle onto the bathroom floor, a shiver running up your spine as you lift the toilet seat lid up. You run your hand over your bloated stomach and the groan that leaves your mouth is involuntary. You burp once, twice, three times. They're wet, but have no power. Your stomach gurgles under your hand, that shiver returns. You burp again, deeper this time. You're nearly sick, but nothing more than some spit comes out. You wonder how long it will be before your stomach finally gives way. The restlessness has not left you all afternoon, you know you need to stay planted but you're itching to move. Your hands run along your stomach as you hover in front of the toilet bowl, trying your best to relieve your aching stomach of the gas that's been building. It hurts, you moan. You burp once more, wetter, and the liquid in your throat doesn't choke off or leave. You can't cough, so you heave, and a torrent of cold water splashes down into the toilet below you. You try to catch your breath, but a bubble of air has rolled from your belly button and up through your esophagus. You burp, and more liquid erupts and splashes below you as your stomach heaves twice.

You try to catch your breath, but the contents of your stomach have shifted. The pressure in your chest is trying to keep your throat closed. There is a pressure growing in your stomach, your hand along its side can feel the way the liquids don't seen to slosh anymore, but stand ready for expulsion. You gulp down a breath of air, you burp. There is silence where you're waiting for a breath, but the pressure in your stomach has grown and it has won. You heave once, then twice. There's noodles in this one.

You have a moment to catch your breath. You're able to fill your lungs for the price of a belch, but a harmless one. Dry, forceful, and short, you hope they help regain balance in your stomach, but after only two or three belches liquid found their way up. You burp up a mouthful, your tongue dangling with drool. You think you've cured your dry mouth from all this morning before your stomach retches and forces out more than you knew had been inside of it. You struggle to catch your breath and force up a few smaller waves as you try and clear your throat. Your stomach aches, and you try to settle. You haven't eaten much today, there is no way you can have any more in your stomach to vomit up. Still, you're not confident enough to leave your position in the bathroom yet.

You feel weak, hot and cold at the same time, and you know that even though it made no sense, more was to come. You burp, and your stomach retches some more liquid up. You wonder when this was from, how it got here. It's warm and a little bitter, but it doesn't hurt your throat in the way coffee or bile would. You breathe heavy and your stomach gurgles again. You put your hand on your stomach and feel how unsettled it is. You begin to burp, and you can not stop. One after the other, you're choking on them and then another torrent of vomit, followed by a second so powerful your face is halfway down the toilet bowl. You breathe, you heave, you spit into the bowl. You're a little bit dizzy, but as you breathe and steady yourself, you feel as though the worst of it might be over. You spend several more minutes on the floor of your bathroom making sure your stomach was truly finished, and you begin to feel much better. You wonder what had kept it so upset in the first place.

2:36am The ripple that tears its way through your gut is both an auditory warning of what's to come and a pain that sends you curled into yourself. Your body feels heavy, as does your stomach. You took it easy last night, you ate soft foods-mashed potatoes and some pasta. You drank water, you took it slow. You were feeling fine tonight. Throwing up earlier had really helped, but now you're not so certain that assessment was accurate. Your stomach feels hard, and it flinches when you run your fingers along it. Your feet spring to action, you know you don't have much time and you'd rather not get sick in your bed or on your floor. You feel your throat trying to open up, prepare itself for the sick that will be making its way up momentarily. You try not to think about it too much, you settle onto the bathroom floor again.

Things are quiet. For several seconds things are quiet as you hover in the darkness over the bowl of your toilet. Your stomach hangs heavy, though it continues to twitch, trying to heave itself higher. Your mouth hangs open and you let out a little whine. Your stomach contracts, and several waves of sick force themselves out of you. You settle, but only momentarily. Your stomach heaves again, and more sick spews out of you without you having much say in the matter. You hope it will be over soon, you hope it will make you feel better.

You heave two more times. Your stomach hurts. You throw up again, but it's forced, a mouthful of half digested mush forcing its way upwards. A deep burp forces its way up, and with it a thick stream of carb heavy sick. You burp again, you retch some more, you try and catch your breath. Your stomach heaves and forces more spit up. Your brow is sweaty, your legs are weak. You lie down on the floor, you appreciate how cold it is. You think perhaps spending the night here would be a good idea.

[shotguns-vomitorium]

[projectilepurity]

My Emeto Fantasy

Alright—

This fantasy has been in my head for some time now ever since I've been exploring my love for emeto. I never actually wrote it out so it's probably going to be all over the place but I'll try my best to be descriptive.

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Someone I've known for a few years now—a best friend of sorts who cares about me a lot as I do for them.

We're hanging out, just the two of us, in any setting where you can eat and drink.

(We'll use an apartment for this scenario.)

I unintentionally stuff myself with plenty of greasy foods, sweet treats, fizzy soda, and maybe even some alcohol if I'm in the mood. My flat stomach will bloat a bit, enough that it makes it hard to walk.

Usually when I get like that, I become very tired and head to bed.

So there we are, laying down together, not doing anything out of the ordinary, just sleeping.

But the food doesn't sit right as night passes, and once the morning sun hits, I wake up with a terrible wave of nausea, clutching my stomach with both arms and curling into a ball.

The sound of my groaning makes my friend wake up, alert and completely aware of what's going on.

I sit up to try to get out of bed, but to no avail, and I begin to burp and drool all over myself as my friend hurriedly runs to grab a bag or trash can.

Before they can get over in time though, I have to cover my mouth with the palm of my hand. Adrenaline courses through my veins as I get out of bed and run to the washroom, falling on the cold tile with both knees so hard that they'll definitely bruise later in the day.

And that's when it comes up—watery, chunky green bile that smells of pure stomach acid. What was once edible food is now just portions of waste that couldn't be held down.

My tummy is contracting, back arching as I heave into the white porcelain bowl.

It's absolutely disgusting, but I can feel my core throb as I look at it and feel it viciously ruin my throat with each retch.

My friend leans on the doorway, watching, now less worried and more… curious?

I can see them out of my peripheral vision, and the humiliation I feel from being stared at makes my body tremble more, makes my brain overthink with thoughts like "They'll never see me the same" or "I probably look horrible right now."

But then they come up to me, leaning down to hold my shoulder. I'm all cold and sweaty, having a hard time trying to get any more of the sickness out of me.

And then?

They slot themselves behind me, their chest pressed against my back, and I can feel their heartbeat— it's as fast as a cheetah and as strong as a drum.

"Need some help?" they coo, and I can't help but nod, tears and snot streaming down my face as I surrender myself to this pain.

And they hum, putting their fingers near my lips, prodding them so that I could open. I obey, and they slip two fingers inside, preferably the middle and ring, and go down all the way to the back of my esophagus, massaging gently.

Or perhaps finger-fucking.

I drip with want in a forbidden area of my body, groaning from pain but also from pleasure.

More bile comes up, comes out, gets all over their hand, all over the inside of the toilet.

Their other hand snakes down to my belly, rubbing it, pushing down on it gently but firm, and they whisper sweet nothings into my ear as I continue to purge my food from the day before.

I can't help myself at all and decide to risk anything to feel that sexual bliss.

My own hand goes down to slide under the waistband of my pants and underwear, and my fingers begin to work their magic.

But with pure, animalistic desire— my friend grabs my wrist and pulls it away, replacing my hand with their own and filling me with their fingers.

It's overwhelming, exciting, a little bit scary but the enjoyment factor is still very high for me.

A realization then hits me— one that will change my life forever.

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I made my best friend have a sexual awakening. I was the cause of their emeto journey.

THAT'S what I've been wanting in life all along.

[bark34]

Audio of me throwing up from the stomach virus

#puke #vomit #manpuke #emeto

[bubblybellyfan]

this is the anon who had the upset, rumbly belly who held it in at work... oh my god, my tummy was SO ill that night. i had the most awful tummy upset.

only a few minutes after i sent the ask, i had some chills and felt super sweaty and clammy, and felt the butterflies in my tummy crawl up my throat. i RAN to the toilet but only kind of made it, and projectile vommed a huge brown torrent into the bowl/onto the floor/on myself. wave after wave just kept coming up, everything i'd eaten recently just gushed out of me so violently in waves. the sound of my vomit splattering against the bowl would set me off again and again. i could barely breathe and my stomach contracted and sloshed around so badly. at one point i just went in the shower and threw up all over myself there because i already felt so disgusting. i felt SO sick in my tummy.

i think i probably spent about an hour in the bathroom, and then felt better enough to get cleaned up and go to bed. i slept probably for an hour or so until i woke up and had to be violently sick into a bucket...this (sleeping then vomiting into the bucket) happened probably about 4 times during the night, i filled up the whole bucket. i had a couple more voms the next day — i made it to the toilet for one, and the other came on so quickly (after i tried eating some toast) that i threw up the undigested toast straight onto the floor — but am mostly feeling better now. i have no idea what caused it :(

I'm not that into just emeto situations, but putting this up for those that are