Adult kink blog, 18+ only. Mostly emeto, sometimes other stuff. Seriously though if you're not into puke, turn back now lol.
Anti-LGBTs, bigots, etc of any and all flavors can get lost. Istg if I get another fucking terf on my for you page I'm gonna [REDACTED]
Hello my fellow horny weirdos (affectionate 💕). I’m JD, any pronouns, in my early 20s. Sex-favorable asexual (I think sex and kink irl can be fun and cool but mostly I just like imagining it. and Jorking my Penits)
THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG, I do not want ANY minors interacting with my posts, come back when you’re older.
Anti-LBGTs and bigots kindly explode thanks.
ED blogs dni (genuinely, please reach out to someone you trust to talk about things. You deserve better than suffering alone).
Kinks found on this blog include:
Emeto (my absolute favorite. burps as well.)
Been getting into omo recently (it turns out that I really like wetting myself!)
if paired with emeto, I am sometimes into scat (widespread bodily loss of control is so good to me. love when people get wrung out like a wet sponge… the more pathetic the better <3 )
Recently getting into plushophilia! So many fun things you can do with a fabricated critter. your imagination is literally the limit. (…and your sewing skills. of which I have little to none lmao)
Petplay sometimes :3
somno… quiet, desperate, painfully slow as you try not to wake the other person up? fucking incredible.
Don’t like, don’t interact. I block freely, and if you don’t like what you see here then there’s no hard feelings if you block me as well!
I think that’s all. Take care of yourselves, stay safe out there! :)
This was from a couple nights ago. I had eaten a double quarter pounder with cheese and a large fry and large coke a few hours prior, and it wasn't sitting well. Surprisingly there was a lot more in my stomach than I thought and had at least 7 solid gushes. Feeling my belly squeeze while.this was coming up was amazing. No fingers needed.
Life is too short to have sex you don’t like. Be gross, be weird, don’t do it at all if it’s not for you. Expand your definition of sex. Remove yourself from things that don’t feel good. Find positions and kinks and toys that work for you. Don’t let anyone tell you that sex needs to happen a certain way or happen at all. Orgasms are optional. Involving your genitals is optional. Everything is optional. Do what you like to do and respect what other people do and don’t like to do. Good sex doesn’t make you feel bad about yourself. You deserve to have pleasure in ways that work for you.
The first time Leanna ate until she vomited, it was an accident. There had been a party, and the manor chef was in fine form, and she had dodged social interaction by stuffing food into her mouth...until some of it had come spilling back out. The reaction of her peers had been a mix of sympathy and clear disgust. As Leanna was led away, gagging, she fixed those faces in her mind - the reaction, the horror and kindness, and the eyes on her.
The second time she ate herself sick was to frighten a young man who had been too aggressive in his courtship, constantly touching and squeezing. She had gorged herself on wine and cake and then vomited all down the front of his suit, just as he had leaned in for a kiss. Really, it was his fault for spinning her around so much in the dance.
She had retired in supposed shame, but once alone she touched herself, feeling her belly churn and remembering the shock on his face.
Each time she vomited, a part of the pleasure was reaction- the surprise and sympathetic nausea on the faces of those observing her. Certainly she had her pleasure unobserved as well, but her favorite moments to recall were the ones when all eyes were on her, horrified by her shameless display.
Now, the only eyes she needed were Carolyn's.
"I want to be sick again." She told her, just after breakfast. Leanna prided herself on giving her nurse more time to fulfill her whims now- she was becoming ever so patient. Carolyn bowed.
"What would you like to eat?" She asked. Leanna gave what was becoming a common request- pastries and milk, and a quiche or pie if the kitchen could spare it. And of course, Carolyn came back with more than was anticipated.
She was always waiting for instructions, now- sitting close beside Leanna as she gorged herself, keeping her company and kissing her from time to time. Leanna was still a bit shy- she had not much experience with romance, preferring her own company and hands to those of others until recently. Embarrassingly, she felt she was not skilled at kissing. But Carolyn seemed not to mind. She was...not shy. Still subservient, as befitted her, but...
A week ago she had been walking the garden with Leanna, who had been a little in her cups and ranting about some matter that she could now barely remember. Carolyn had suddenly taken her by the arm and pulled her into a little bower and kissed her fervently, pressing her entire body against her. She had even been so bold as to pull Leanna's hand to her breasts. Leanna was left flushed and gasping, glancing around to see if anyone had seen.
"Wh-why did you risk that? Are you mad?" She'd sputtered as soon as she could speak. Carolyn had given her a small, insolent smile.
"You were unhappy, and I wanted to please you." She said, and Leanna had had no choice but to kiss her again.
Now, as she was polishing off her second bottle of milk and moaning slightly, she felt Carolyn's hands cupping the base of her belly, rubbing gently. Leanna startled.
"Are you filled, my la-Leanna?" Carolyn asked, and Leanna reddened immediately. It was absurd, the power this woman held over her body.
"I'm-uuuurp- I'm not finished. But I will be soon. Give me another piece of quiche....is that from breakfast?"
"Yes, the cooks told me it has chevre and browned onions. Did you know that oftentimes they bake an extra one for you?"
Leanna reddened further and stuffed her mouth full of quiche to avoid speaking. There was something about her eating being an open secret that made it even more exciting, shameful but thrilling. Carolyn's hands were brushing her thighs as she massaged her belly, and Leanna couldn't help gasping between bites.
By the time she felt sated, she had forgotten her shyness- she turned in Carolyn's arms and kissed her passionately, relishing the way her overfull stomach shifted. There was a long, sweet moment- her body swelled with pastries and eggs and milk, held in Carolyn's capable hands, and then those hands dropped lower...
It was the first time Leanna had been touched between her legs by a hand other than her own. She startled again, eyes jolting open, and was met with Carolyn's cool gray stare. She could drown in that steady gaze.
"Does it please you?" Carolyn asked. There was a hint of nervousness in her voice, but none in her eyes. Leanna swallowed and nodded. Nausea was creeping up the back of her throat, gathering in her belly. She pressed herself again Carolyn's hand, gasping.
"Yes....touch me...." she whimpered, and Carolyn obliged.
Leanna cried out, hips twisting, distended stomach shaking. She should have expected Carolyn to be skilled in every form of touch - hadn't she given so many massages, so much comfort? But to be touched by her in this way...
Carolyn chuckled, and the sound aroused Leanna almost as much as the fullness of her belly and the movement of her nurse's fingers.
"And does this also please you?" Carolyn asked, pulling up Leanna's skirt to her waist in one quick motion. Leanna was blushing furiously- she couldn't believe Carolyn was being so forward. But...she welcomed it.
And now, to her surprise and embarrassed pleasure, Carolyn was reaching under her skirt, pulling her bloomers down...she let out another little whine.
She was a sweating, panting, bedraggled mess, her hair mussed, her simple gown hiked up around her waist, whimpering and burping. Every twist and and turn and cry made her stomach twist and turn as well. The weight of it jostling and sloshing only fed her arousal.
All of the movement had to have consequences. Leanna felt her stomach shift and tried to move, but Carolyn laid a hand on her belly to keep her in place. Leanna brought up a wave of thick, viscous vomit with a loud and unladylike belch. It poured over her breasts, staining her gown and splattering onto her couch- it had seen more such abuses since Carolyn had come.
"Does my lady wish to continue?" Carolyn asked, her fingers slowing. Leanna shook her head fervently, gagging.
"I thought I told you - oh- oouuuurghhhhh-" Leanna's attempt to chide Carolyn was completely impossible. She heaved and wavered, on the edge of throwing up again. And there was Carolyn, one hand on her belly and the other between her legs, and her voice whispered incessantly in Leanna's ear.
"Of course, Leanna, my apologies. Whatever you like, as befits you. I'll clean up when you're finished."
"Cheeky-" Leanna gasped, and vomited profusely. This time, she had been trying to look at Carolyn, and dropped her chin just in time to add to the puddle of sick spilling down her front. Carolyn resumed her ministrations, even though vomit was coating her hands now, pattering onto the carpet betweeb Leanna's twisting legs. Ahhh, and she had thought touching herself while sick had been ecstasy...Carolyn's nimble fingers were almost too much to bear.
A deep heave swelled up from the base of Leanna's belly. This one- less thick, more fluid. Chunks of egg and bread floating in curdled milk spewed out of her as Carolyn massaged her emptying stomach...and between her legs. Again she vomited, her body now covered with her gluttony, eyes shut tight in pleasure. She felt a sharp, bright point of pleasure in her sex- the first time she had gotten off by another's hand! - and her eyes snapped open to meet Carolyn's. The cool, steady stare that she had come to crave. The attention she desired- no disgust, no horror, no sympathy or concern. Only steady, careful lust. Leanna tried to smile, breathless, and spewed up once more.
It took two more heaves to fully empty herself, and Carolyn didn't waver. She continued massaging and pressing her mistress's belly as she coated herself in vomit, unable to move in her state of pleasure. At last Leanna drew a shaky breath and reached up dreamily to wipe her lips.
"You're very beautiful like this." Carolyn said frankly, and Leanna forgot herself completely. With a small sigh, she flung her arms around Carolyn, almost in tears. Too late she remembered that she was covered in half digested food, her breath stank, there was bile on her tongue....and Carolyn kissed her anyway.
When they separated (after some time) Leanna was mortified to find that she was crying. Carolyn looked shocked for the first time she had known her. She reached forward hesitantly to wipe a tear from Leanna's eyes.
"Have I....done something wrong?" She asked, voice halting. Leanna shook her head again, face bright red.
"You made me very...happy." she managed in a slightly strangled tone. She could see pieces of her previous meal drying on Carolyn's plain black dress where they had been pressed together, and suddenly she wanted nothing more than to please Carolyn in return, though she wasn't sure if she could. But she was also so wrung out, so tired...she curled up in Carolyn's arms, looking up into that beautiful steady gaze, and wiped her eyes.
"You made me very, very happy." She repeated, and angled her head up for a kiss. Carolyn obliged willingly.
"That's my aim, my sweet."
Leanna's heart leapt as Carolyn continued.
"Now, when you feel like you can move, I'll get you cleaned up. And then if you like, I'll put you to bed. But..." and here Carolyn hesitated, again so uncharacteristically that Leanna's heart stuttered.
"If you like I'll take you to bed with me."
Leanna's blush deepened from red to crimson. She felt her stomach flutter again, though now it was nerves.
"I would...I would have you that way." She said awkwardly.
A slow smile brightened Carolyn's face- never a true grin, always small and contained but beautiful for its rarity. She leaned forward and gave Leanna a tender kiss on her vomit-stained lips.
"Then rest, for now, and tell me when you're ready to stand. I'll take care of you, my lady. My Leanna."
And Leanna, overcome with what she feared might be love, kissed her back.
So my friend has moved back in with me. She’s on a med that makes her nauseous. There’s been quite a few of close calls where she’s retching, burping and drooling without puking. Today at work was hot and humid. She had a pretty good day so far. She was even enthusiastic about lunch. She ate and after a little bit she says she’s feeling dizzy and nauseous. We had previously been using a rating scale for her feeling sick like 1 being just an annoyance to 10 I’m vomiting soon. She said it was somewhere around 6-8 on the scale and she felt pretty nauseous. She layer down next to me through the rest of lunch. Another coworker started complaining about her stomach feeling upset. (We work with children so there’s always something spreading around. There is a suspected bug. The kid I work with puked the day before and the day before that we had 2 staff out sick.) She laid for a while before sitting up and complaining that it wasn’t helping much. I heard her gag next to be before she just said bathroom and rushed to the other side of the room. She only went in for a second but there was someone in there and it stunk. (Where we are we are outside and the bathrooms are outside as well). I meet her as she’s coming out and she standing trying to get her head to stop spinning before she audibly gagged and headed for the trashcan. I brought over a chair because she was dizzy. She’s gagging as I take the lid off the bin. Her gags were getting stronger and saliva was flooding her mouth. Gagging brought more mouthfuls. She stopped gagging and caught her breath. She’s trying to talk to me but she gags on the words and hangs her head back into the trashcan where she continued to dry heave. She’s really struggling to bring anything up. I suggest some water and she at first rejects cause she’s afraid that the water will wash the puke down that she feels in her throat. She thinks she so close to vomiting but it isn’t coming. I suggested using it was more volume to throw up which she agreed to. I brought her my water and my fan to help try to cool her off. She was dry heaving when I left and when I came back she says she just threw up. I’m so upset I missed it. She ate a meatball sub which I could smell. (Not a nice smell coming up). I hand her the water to drink which she takes some big gulps of until she’s gagging again. Despite the additional volume, she’s still not doing much more than drooling and dry heaving. She whines that the vomit is right there but she can’t get it up. She loosely suggested sticking her fingers down her throat to help it up which I agreed that it could help. She said she’s embarrassed that someone might see her and how it’s gross. I offered to stand in front of her so no one can see. I’m now on the other side of the trashcan and I get a front row seat of her sticking her fingers down her throat. Her whole body rolls when she gags and it’s a beautiful sight to see. The sounds she made was so hot I was literally throbbing. Other than more drool nothing came up. I told her to try burping it up. She looked at me and said “wanna see my party trick” then began burping small burps before gagging loudly. She thought it was working so she tried again. She swallowed some air and forced more burps which triggered a gagging fit.
The bathroom was now empty so I suggested moving inside. She dizzily stood and I walked her into the bathroom. She knelt in front of the toilet and started burping again. It just kept making her gag. She joked “you’re about to see me be bulimic”. (In truth she does like throw up much less force herself but she felt so queasy). I stood behind her holding her hair as she stuck her fingers back down her throat. She made these burpy retches around her fingers. She gagged herself probably 3-4 times before a rush of chunks splashes into the toilet. It spattered so hard it splashed onto the rim of the toilet. She got tissues to wipe her nose and hand before dry heaving. I asked if she thinks she’s done which she said not at all. She stuck her fingers down her throat again and 3-4 gags later she puked again. It was pretty wet with big chunks of meat and sauce. She retch some more before bringing up a little bit more. You could tell she was still queasy but she said she’s done for now. She flushes while I grab both our things to head home. (I just shot a text to our boss explaining the situation. This is not the first time we’ve left early because my friend was puking). I walk her to the can and hand her a bag which she gladly accepted and I started driving home. She would gag over the bag but sadly she didn’t puke. When she got home she fell asleep. I convinced her to eat some pho when she woke up which she did eat and was able to keep it down. I would have loved seeing her puke some more but I was also glad she was feeling better.
Thinking about making out with someone who’s desperately trying not to puke… kissing someone while they fight back a dry heave would fix me I think. Watching them drool down their own front as their mouth overflows with sickly saliva. Feeling up their drool-slicked chest. Watching them squirm as I play with their nipples. They’d lose focus for a moment and retch, eyes going wide as they realize how close they are to losing control. I’d kiss them again, getting off on the sound of their frantic breathing.
I've had two handfuls of sugar free gummies because I got an entire bag of them (purely for kink purposes) and wanted to start slow to see the effects.
Half an hour in and I think two handfuls is very much on the optimistic side of starting slow and I'm already sure I will at least shart myself today. My tummy is so bloated and gurgly, it feels like a washing machine in there.
Also I have this a lot when my tummy is unwell but I'm always fine until I bend over or move my torso in any way.
Like, right now my tummy is a grumbly bubbly mess but it's manageable. However I had to pick up something off the ground and as soon as I bend over my stomach cramped and I let out a fart completely involuntarily.
I've shit myself from lifting heavy furniture with a dodgy belly before. I've sharted myself during sex while sick.
Would love to have someone feed me something dodgy and then force me to help them with chores and watch me struggle.
It's been 6 hours since I ate the gummies and I didn't expect them to hit me like this. One moment I was kinda disappointed, next moment I was sharting liquid into my pants.
Not even a minute after the shart (I cleaned up in the bathroom and then laid back down on the couch) my tummy suddenly started gurgling and cramping even more than before. I was curled up and hugging my tummy, pushing out farts to relieve the tension even though I knew better.
I distinctly remember a very sickly gurgle coming from my belly, followed by a cramp and I decided to sit upright so I could go and move to the toilet. The clenching of my stomach muscles however was too much, and I genuinly exploded diarrhea into my pants. I had to make a mad dash to the bathroom to keep it from leaking.
Thinking about the progression of illness showing in what position they take to vomit
The first time they start feeling sick, they stand in front of the toilet with their hands on their knees to gag over the bowl. They puke a little and spit and think that might be it.
Not long after, the nausea comes back, stronger. They go back to the bathroom and bend over the toilet again, gagging. Then a strong retch makes them stagger and grip the back of the toilet. Still standing, but holding on for balance, they sick up another stream of puke. The wave passes but this time they know they aren't done.
On the third bout, they initially try to stay standing, but quickly double over with a violent heave, followed by a thick wave of vomit that brings them to their knees. Now kneeling on the floor with their head over the bowl, smelling the bleach and acid, gagging and gagging.
On the fourth bout, they go straight to their knees in front of the toilet, gripping the cold bowl, too sick to care anymore about how disgusting it is. Resting their forehead on their arm while they cough and gag and vomit again. Laying on the floor afterwards because there's no point even leaving the bathroom this time.
The fifth bout, barely peeling themselves off the floor in time to get miserably sick into the toilet, vomit dripping over the side where they missed. Sitting sprawled on the floor, too weak to even get into kneeling position. Leaning their cheek against the porcelain, eyes closed while they retch and drool into the dirty water. Vomiting repeatedly, choking and vomiting again, struggling for air. Too dizzy to move, they stay in this position, breathing shallowly and just waiting for the next round of puking to start.
ouhh my sick tummy did not like the pizza and sprite i had.... not used to greasy stuff.. just had to get a container and record it for u lovelies ^^ looots of burps and puking, my tummy needs some care..
been sick and busy so sorry for lack of content!! ><
Houghhh my god. Was making out with my boyfriend and he (FULLY UNPROMPTED) started sucking on my fingers, taking them down so far I could feel his throat flutter around the tips as he struggled not to gag.
I’m so sad that there’s other people at the house right now I NEED this man puking and moaning on it
Omg yall...I had a moment that felt like a diarrhea scene in a movie like 2 days ago.
I was sitting in my seat for my exam. The way my uni organises it is they have 2 - 3 units all having their exam in the gym at the same time, so there was probably close to 200 - 300 people in the room. Halfway through the exam; my stomach lets out the loudest gurgle that I swear everyone could probably hear, then I let out a fart. I had no control over the fart coming out, and anyone that didnt hear my tummy rumbles would have smelt the sickly stench from my fart. I asked to get up and i had to calmly walk to the bathroom while slowly and silently having a really bad diarrhea accident
