fictional ppl getting sick

kink blog, emeto mostly, some stuffing when I'm in the mood

[kinkybabygirlsworld]

I like burps as answers to questions

"did you have enough to eat?" *belch*

"is your stomach satisfied?" *burps in their face*

"is that carbonation feeling weird in your tummy?" *makes a face of discomfort and releases a soft burp*

"is your tummy feeling a little funny?" *tummy burbles and burps up a little food into their mouth*

"have you been eating good?" *long burp while patting their belly*

[gusherguy]

daddy/little relationships are so underrated with puking tho

"mmmffh.....my tummy feels weird."

"Weird how, love" But by then his little has started puking all over her cute outfit.

or....

Awoken in the middle of the night by their little whining and complaining when they suddenly spew, needing comfort for their poor sick tummy.

or even....

overeating just for daddy. "Mmm, I feel funny in my belly, but if daddy wants me to keep eating....ohh, hic-urp!"

"what's the matter, baby?"

"hehe, nothin daddy, my tummy just hic-urp! felt funny."

"well then lovely, have some more cake."

"mmm, cake! thank you - uuuurrrrlpp! - daddy! ohhh, my tummy's feeling -- hicURRRGHHLLLK!"

looking down at the mess that they made, all the vomit that escaped them, they seem confused. "huh? what happened? i- hicurrpppp!"

and they start to spew everywhere for daddy like a good nasty little darling.

[gusherguy]

Jackie's round tummy gurgled and whined as she sat up on the bed. She burped behind a hand, cheeks turning rosy with embarrassment. "Oh -- excuse me. Mmm....I don't know where that came from." She groaned a bit. Why was the room so hot?

Interactive emeto story! What happens in part two? Should Jackie

-Take her shirt off, it's too warm

-Have some water

Or another choice? Leave a tip at $r0ll0p0ll0 for the next installment of sickfic fun!

[emphasis-on-the-comfort]

🥴 Sickee commentary when vomiting begins/is about to begin:

"Sorry, I'll clean it up..."

"Ugh, I don't think I'm done."

"I hate this. I can't—" *throws up some more*

"Don't touch me. P-Please."

"Get outta here. I don't want you to see me like this."

"I think it's coming."

"m'sorry. I know you can't stand puke..."

*covers hand with mouth* "I need a bin."

*retching painfully with little results* "Why can't... I stop?"

"C-Can you go get [preferred caretaker]?"

*spitting* "I think I'm done..."

"Sorry you had to see that."

*tearfully* "I'm so nauseous but nothing's happening."

*during a brief reprieve* "I've never felt this sick."

"This is torture."

*pressing on midsection and stifling burps* "Ugh, sorry. My stomach..."

"C-Can you get me some water?"

"Oh no, I missed..."

*moans and rests head on toilet seat waiting to see if there's more*

"This is so not what I needed today."

You can find caretaker responses when vomiting begins <<here

[gusherguy]

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the long-awaited audio! edited down from 30 minutes to include some stuffing sounds, burping, and letting it all spew!

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[gusherguy]

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the long-awaited audio! edited down from 30 minutes to include some stuffing sounds, burping, and letting it all spew!

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[i-think-im-gunna]

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so i get like super nauseous when im anxious and stressed and my current situation at work (id rather not go into it) has been stressing me the fuck out. I already wasnt feeling well that night and had to force myself to make food and had some scrambled eggs. That triggered a burping fit which made me more nauseous.

my tummy was churning like crazy and my mouth tasted sour and filling up with saliva. i had my head over the toilet and i knew i was going to be sick. I didn't last much longer than that.

[synthemeticgeneration]

you're lying in bed, your gf fast asleep on top of you. you can feel her bloated stomach's movements against yours. you both kinda overindulged at the lunch buffet earlier in the day, and then you had a dinner at a fancy restaurant because you couldn't cancel the table reservation on such short notice and didn't want to waste it, and she was complaining about still feeling uncomfortably full when you went to bed but you felt fine and you thought she was exaggerating because she knows you find it cute.

now however as you listen to (and feel) her stomach gurgling, you realise she was probably not exaggerating at all. she's still asleep and you don't wanna wake her, but as her breathing becomes more rapid and shallow, you wonder if you should, just in case.

"babe?" you say softly, nudging her gently. she moans, and a trickle of drool drips from her lips as she does so. alright, you think, so this is happening... "babe, wake up..."

her eyes flutter open and you can see the sleepy confusion turn into dismay into panic into resignation... "mmmgonna puke," she mumbles.

"alright," you reply, trying to think. "it's alright, babe." you move as swiftly as you can, while trying not to jostle her too much and hasten the inevitable. you help her sit up (and wince in sympathy as you see how bloated her stomach really is) and look around for a solution.

your gf lets out a miserable groan accentuated by a wet burp, and her body slumps forward. there's no way she's making it into the bathroom. "gonna... *urrp* puke..." she repeats, as if you didn't realise that already.

you finally spot the trash bin and lunge for it, and place it in her lap. you sit next to her and put your arm around her. "it's alright, babe," you say again, trying to offer some reassurance.

still, it takes several minutes for anything to happen beyond the increasingly sickly burps that erupt from her lips. she's so nauseous she's shaking in your arms, clutching the trash bin with both hands, and you want to help her find release so you rub her bloated belly, applying gentle pressure that makes her whimper out loud...

and then finally, a burp turns into a gag midway through. her entire body clenches with the force of the heave that follows, bringing up a disappointingly small trickle of vomit. she gasps and moans, and you continue to push a little harder... and her body responds with another heave, this time bringing up a more substantial amount splashing into the bin. and then it seems like she can't stop, so you just hold her and murmur soothing words you're not sure she can hear.

[emetoexperiment]

Breakdown Binge

Rielle is sad over a breakup, a fight with her best friend, doing poorly on an essay she worked hard on, her grandfather’s failing health, her family’s financial woes, and the list goes on.

Her usual solution is to eat her feelings.

So she DoorDashes Buffalo Wild Wings, her comfort food, then eats an entire box of soft Valentine’s Day sugar cookies with pink and red frosting and finishes off the half tub of ice cream in her freezer, all within the course of an hour.

Rielle is so consumed by her attempt to numb the pain in her heart that she doesn’t notice the growing pain in her belly for a while. She’s bloated and uncomfortable, tossing and turning in bed while 10 Things I Hate About You plays on her laptop. Her stomach gurgles, and she belches loudly, massaging her abdomen. She regrets eating all of that food and tries to drink water and ginger ale to settle her stomach, but her nausea only intensives.

Rielle doesn’t want to move, but she feels like she’s gonna throw up. She thinks maybe she’ll keep it down because after all, she’s never thrown up from eating too much before — only food poisoning, a stomach virus, and that one time as a side effect of her antidepressant. But puking from eating to much was something little kids did, and she was twenty-one years old.

Her mouth began to water. She gulped down mouthfuls of thick saliva, each one making her feel queasier. Droplets of sweat pooled on her forehead and trickled down her temples and neck. She was shivering and suffocating under her blankets, feeling like she might explode.

She suddenly retched, her stomach contracting and her head jerking forward, a sharp pain stabbing her neck as the thick, half digested contents of her overfilled stomach forced their way upward.

She gagged again a few more times, her hand covering her mouth as she tried to take deep breaths and will away the inevitable.

Another retch and a wave of vomit gushed from Rielle’s throat and splattered on the floor and against the side of her bed. She gagged and threw up more, helplessly watching the puddle liquid chunks grow larger. She belched and spat up a little more puke, her stomach still gurgling and cramping. She groaned and vomited again and again, sometime in the middle finding the strength to move over to her trashcan.

She laid down and stared at the mess, the stench permeating the air making her gag periodically, but there was nothing left for her to throw up. It wasn’t until 2 AM that she found the motivation to get paper towels from the bathroom and start cleaning up the mess.

[emetoexperiment]

Forced Out of a Trapped Place, Part 1

The nausea hit Alicia suddenly and intensely leaving her gagging over her plate of cake crumbs. She burped and heaved, holding the plate under her chin to catch the orange and brown liquid that poured from her mouth.

She looked up and saw that no one had noticed her pizza and chips from earlier had made a reappearance on her plate. Swallowing mouthfuls of saliva and keeping the plate by her mouth, she stood up and walked toward the house. In front of the door, Alicia’s stomach convulsed again. She coughed and spewed a heavy stream of stuffed crust chunks and pepperoni bits. The plate was filling up now, liquid sloshing back and forth threatening to spill over as she hurried to the bathroom.

She walked in, closed the door, and set the plate on the sink. She thrust open the toilet lid just in time for another stream of vomit to gush from her throat and splash into the water below. She panted and gagged, lips parted and eyes squeezed shut. Saliva trickled from her mouth and pooled in the messy mixture. She sniffled and the acidic, foul odor assaulted her nostrils, soiling any pleasant memories she’d had of the party food’s aroma. Violently and loudly retching, she brought up more of the food she’d eaten that afternoon.

She heard a knock at the door.

"Alicia, are you alright in there?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah, all good!" she called, her strained and weak voice in sharp contrast with her words. Tears streamed down her face and a particularly gnarly cramp sent her doubling over and clutching her stomach. She belched deeply. Gobs of half digested bread and sauce hit the water, splashed against the sides of the toilet, and flung droplets onto Alicia’s forehead. She rubbed her palm across her face and realized she was sweating profusely.

"I think she’s throwing up," a muffled voice said.

"Are you sure you’re okay?" Rachel asked again. Alicia coughed and sputtered, her cheeks burning from embarrassment. She wanted to be left alone. But, Rachel was her sister, after all. She’d thrown up on Rachel before, so it’s not like this was anything she’d never seen. As she struggled to keep her hair from falling into the line of fire, Alicia wanted to ask Rachel to come in and hold it back for her. But, she didn’t.

Alicia vomited for ten more minutes before finally standing up, pouring the contents of the plate into the toilet, and flushing. She rinsed her mouth out and splashed her face with water. Even after minutes of gargling and spitting, she still could taste barf on her tongue. She also tried to get the chunks of puke out of her hair. Her stomach didn’t hurt anymore, but it didn’t feel great either.

Rachel was waiting outside the door. "What happened?"

"I don’t know," Alicia sighed, sitting at the kitchen table. "My stomach just got upset all of a sudden."

"Are you okay?" Rachel placed her hand on Alicia’s back.

"I guess."

Rachel moved her fingers in soothing circles before giving one last pat and handing Alicia a glass of water. She mumbled a thank you. Sipping cautiously, Alicia mulled over more sentiments that wouldn’t be heard across the growing distance between her and her sister.

[sneezeshame]

not to be gross but somebody who’s on their way home to see their partner, who’s been sick with a bloated, gassy stomach bug for a few days, and isn’t feeling too well themselves. their belt feels a bit too tight around the waist, so they loosen it, then half an hour later loosen it again. everything feels bubbly and when they get on the bus/train they’re embarrassed at how loud their belly is all of a sudden, and they badly need to burp or fart but keep it in for curtesy reasons. the bus/train curves and sways and bumps and rattles and all of it transfers to their now visibly distended belly, which they try to discreetly rub to calm down for the whole ride, only for the car to come to a jerky enough stop that it they can’t keep back a nauseous and churning burp/fart, and it’s loud enough that others hear, and suddenly the floodgates are about to burst and they sprint off the car clutching their belly but running makes their stomach even angrier and they don’t quite make it in time before they explode

[whackmewithwhump]

can we talk about different types of belly noises and different things that they might indicate??

nervous stomachs for example often have the same types of noises, long, hollow moans, often very loud, sounding like big, pockets of air shifting around, cause that’s usually exactly what is happening

high pitched, twisty sounding noises are often the complaints of a nauseous stomach

another indicator of a sick tummy is a low, slow, rolling, almost foamy sounding gurgle, followed by a very high pitched creaking noise at the end

there is the constant bubbling and gurgling of a belly that might not feel super sick per se, but is absolutely unsettled, upset, and icky.

[butterfliesornauseous]

Bad caretaker ideas

Tw/Cw: emeto, public emeto, sick/no comfort, shaming, food mention, public

- Holding back sickie’s hair back, not to comfort sickie but because they don’t want sickie’s hair to get messed up as they expect sickie to go back out and look presentable like nothing happened.

- When sickie is vomiting, and it’s not from something contagious but ‘caretaker’ still tells them to stay away (or even confining them to one room) for the next couple of days because they don’t want sickies ‘disgusting germs’ (maybe they even say to sickie’s face they are a disgusting germ.)

- Sickie throws up publicly during something big for caretaker (presentation, gala ect) and while they are finally in a bathroom now, still throwing up, caretaker is in the corner loudly complaining that everything is ruined and how the hell are they going to go back outside now while in between complaints they shame sickie for throwing up. (Even though sickie said multiple times before going, that they felt unwell and caretaker wouldn’t have it and even before they threw up they asked if they could go to the bathroom and caretaker said no.)

- Also to add on to that one, caretaker and sickie are leaving and when they are still in public caretaker acts really sweet to caretaker and like a hero for taking sickie home and once they are out of the public’s eye they are back to shaming sickie.

- Caretaker that is nice to sickie when they are vomiting, but once they are well again, they turn it into a way to insult or humiliate sickie. Maybe they even get others involved. (I could see sickie at a restaurant with caretaker and others and when sickie orders something caretaker starts saying stuff like “oh remember last time like that you spent all night just hurling everywhere like you were so gross” to embarrass them.)

- Caretaker buys or cooks something that never agrees with sickie’s tummy and when they tell them they can’t eat it, caretaker tells them to grow up about it, and it always ends with sickie vomiting afterwards and caretaker still telling them to grow up or to stop being dramatic.

-and afterwards sickie gets a new caretaker that treats them only with love and gentleness but they don’t know how to accept being treated right when sick thanks to past caretaker.

[butterfliesornauseous]

Can you please do one based off the acknowledging a sick tummy 🥺 this time for sickie instead saying it plz 😊

Thank you for giving me a reason to make a part two to one of my favourite posts anon :)

Sorry if it’s doesn’t have the same vibe to the original

part 1

Okay onto the dialogue prompts

A:

1. “My stomach really doesn’t feel so good all of a sudden.”

2. “No my belly really wants dinner out…like right now!”

3. “Something is really not agreeing with my stomach.”

4. “it’s just a little upset tummy, I’ll be fine *stomach growls* “okay maybe more then a little upset…”

5. Wait no, butterflies don’t feel like this.”

6. “I thinks I ate(inserts ingredient), it’s really messing up my stomach.”

7. “My stomach is all fluttery, and not in the good way.”

8. “My tummy being a little wish-washy but I’ll be okay.”

9. “I don’t know what just happened/ what I ate but it’s made my stomach feel so icky..”

10. “My tummy is still feeling a little/really funny.”

11. “My stomach feels really sick and I don’t know what to do about it.”

12. “My tummy has gone all squirmy.”

13. “Promise you won’t laugh? My tummy really hurts.”

14. “Are you laughing at me and my poor tummy?”

15. “Nerves always go straight to my stomach.

16. “I don’t know why my stomach has suddenly become so knotted”

17. “I think my stomach is trying to warn me to never eat/do that again”

18. “Im really stressed and stress does nothing good for my belly.”

19. “I haven’t eaten anything today and my tummy is paying for it.”

20. “Can… can I get a hug, my tummy is really hurting”

21. “My stomach can’t really handle bad news that well, it really upsets it.”

22. “Would you be mad if I told you that I ate (insert food character isn’t meant to eat) and now my tummy hurts?”

23. “Sorry I’m not focusing, my stomach is really bothering me right now.”

24. “No it’s just… my stomach really isn’t doing okay right now”

25. “My stomach just thought it would be a great idea to get sick at a time like this.”

B: with their own hand on their stomach

1. “It feels so bad I can feel churn under my palm.”

2. “I’ve been rubbing it all day but nothing will calm it down.”

3. “Do you think it was (insert what ever) that is hurting me so bad?”

4. “Wait a sec, my belly really isn’t doing so good.”

5. “I don’t like the way I can feel it bubbling.”

6. “I’m feeling way to much movement for anything good to come.”

7. “I should not be able to feel my stomach moving like that.”

8. “Oh wow that was a painful cramp”

C: with caretakers hand on their stomach

1. “Please tell me I’m not crazy and it’s actually churning.”

2. “Be careful, it’s still really sensitive.”

3. “Can you feel that?”

4. “Do you really think you can settle all this?”

5. “I think your touch is the only thing helping the ache.”

6. “You really shouldn’t touch it, it feels like a mess.”

7. “Please be gentle, my stomach is still feeling a little delicate.”

[queasy-seasick-pukey-deactivate]

I never win challenges 😒 lol, unless winning is getting sick and puking like 6 times 🤢🤮

I was very loud tonight lol. 🤢🤢🤢

[queasy-seasick-pukey-deactivate]

And older video of me! Pukey!! Well...a video poor Pukey Princess (moi!) losing tummy churning battle with horrible nausea and a very queasy, churny tummy 😵🥺😩😭🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮

This was, I think, yet another pukey hangover 😫 🤢🤮. It was me early the next morning after new years 🥂💚☺😶🥴🚗🍾😵🥳🧁🍰🍨🍫🥡🍪🎂🍩🥂🥂🥂🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮😔😔😔🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮

Anyone wanna go out drinking with me? You can be my babysitter hehe 😜

[queasy-seasick-pukey-deactivate]

From the other night 🤢🥺😩🤮🤮🤮