A/N: This is the second epilogue (!) to ‘The Bet’ with Maggie and Mira. If you’d like to read/re-read the full series, check it out here (*since the tag shows more recent posts first, start at the bottom!)
*Contains sexual content*
Tonight. Maggie had lost her bet with Mira, and tonight she finally had to fulfill Mira’s request – a request which was making her equal parts anxious and aroused.
She was going to stuff herself to the point of sickness.
Maggie never stuffed. Well, hardly ever. She preferred to watch others; she was aroused by the associated discomfort, nausea, pain… and enjoyed helping to ease that pain in the aftermath. But tonight, that would all be reversed. And sitting at her desk on Friday afternoon, it was all she could think about.
Eventually she gave up trying to work, finishing a few small tasks before taking the rest with her for the weekend. On the way home, she stopped to pick up the Chinese food Mira had ordered. The smell of the restaurant made something in her stomach flutter. She hadn’t eaten Chinese takeout for so long… partly because the last time she’d eaten it, she’d gotten sick.
Ideal, for tonight’s purposes.
The moment she walked through the doorway, large bag of takeout on her arm, Mira emerged from the hallway. Maggie stopped short. “God, do you want me to jump you right here?” She handed Mira the bag, eyes scanning her body – Mira was wearing clothing that could be described as ‘goth chic,’ spiky heels higher than anything Maggie had ever seen her in, eyeliner thick around amber eyes. Mira smiled innocently, tilting her head in mock confusion. Maggie bit her lip, smiling back. “You look… fuck, you look good.”
“Thank you,” Mira replied, pushing Maggie up against the wall and kissing her deeply. Maggie moaned, warmth rushing through her body as her tongue met Mira’s, hands in hair. When Mira pulled away, Maggie had to stop herself from grabbing her back. “Are you ready?”
Maggie knew she had to be the submissive one tonight, but even so, Mira had agreed that pushing the boundary could make things more… interesting. She pinched Mira’s wrist between her fingers, feeling for her pulse. “You’re already aroused, aren’t you? Chose that outfit specifically for tonight… can’t resist kissing me the minute I walk through the door…”
Mira met Maggie’s gaze, finding herself momentarily caught up in the spell she seemed to cast whenever she stepped into domme mode. Yes, there was heat between her thighs, the taste of cinnamon in her mouth from Maggie’s tongue. Maggie was teasing her, testing her, seeing if she could assert authority despite the fact that she was not naturally dominant in any sense of the term. She sucked in a sharp breath, forcing herself to focus. She shook off Maggie’s hand, taking a step backwards. “Enough. You are not in charge tonight, my darling. This is my victory. Now take off your coat, and go sit in the dining room.”
Maggie’s eyes flashed with rebellion as she smiled, nodding to herself. “Ah yes, you’re in charge, my dear. Asserting your authority, I see.” She knew she shouldn’t, but she just couldn’t resist – she dropped her work bag on the floor and pinned Mira up against the staircase railing, one hand around her throat, the other pressed to the thick black fabric between her legs. Yes, oh god, yes. She could feel Mira’s heat. “Ohhh, you are aroused. Just like I thought. You want to see me eat myself sick, don’t you? You want to watch me struggle to keep going, make me beg for relief, make me dependent on you for—"
Mira pushed Maggie away, the movement so quick that Maggie almost tripped as she stumbled backwards. Mira grabbed her arm, shoved her up against the opposite wall. “Yes I want you to beg… and you will. Because you are not in control tonight. So here’s what’s going to happen… You’re going to take off your coat and go sit in the kitchen, like I asked. And if I have to say it again, I’ll tie you to the fucking chair.”
Maggie stared at her in stunned silence, listening to her heart pounding in her ears for several seconds before remembering to breathe. “Fuck, Meer. Fuck. That was so…” Her words seemed to get lost in her throat, a small smile on her lips.
Mira smiled back, breaking the scene momentarily to ask quietly, “Was that too much?”
“No. No. That was… good. Very good.” Fuck. Maggie swallowed arousal, pulling her arms from the sleeves of her coat. “I’ve never seen you like that.”
Mira smiled as they walked into the kitchen.
Maggie was chewing a forkful of fried rice when she started feeling sick. Mira had ordered too much food, way too much food. She glanced at her, sitting across the table in her all black outfit, watching with an intensity that made Maggie… warm. Maggie swallowed thickly, groaning already. Her stomach was aching as it struggled to digest so much grease.
“You’re not nearly finished.” The words sounded quiet, cold. Maggie nodded, acknowledging the statement, then burped into her hand. “Oh, but you’re feeling it, aren’t you?” Mira pushed her chair back and stood, approaching Maggie and leaning on the table close to her. “Tell me.”
“This is a lot of food, Meer.” Maggie took a sip of water, one hand falling to her belly. Ugh, I’m so bloated. She unbuttoned her pants. “I already have a stomachache.”
“Mmm, good. I want you to eat as much as you can in the next…” She glanced at the clock over the sink. “…ten minutes.”
Maggie swallowed, her hand brushing over Mira’s on the table. “Kiss me…”
Mira smiled down at her, eyes dark with desire. Maggie knew she wanted to comply; dominant resistance was not her thing, not something she was accustomed to. “Not – ahem, not yet.” Mira rose, walked behind the chair. She slid her hands onto Maggie’s shoulders, massaging them gently. Maggie moaned, head falling back so she could make eye contact with her girlfriend.
“Can you see how bloated I am?” Maggie whined as she pulled her shirt up a little, exposing a slightly rounded tummy pooching out over unbuttoned pants.
“Yes I can,” Mira said with a smile, running her hand through Maggie’s hair. “Ten minutes…”
Only five minutes of eating (marked by stolen glances across the table, building arousal, soft groans, and stifled burps) had passed when Maggie dropped her chopsticks, clutched her stomach, and groaned loudly. “I can’t… I’m going to be sick if I eat any more. I need a break.” She looked up, meeting Mira’s glance. Mmmm. Despite how much her stomach was aching, stuffed and gurgling and ugh, so swollen – despite all of it, she smiled. “I need to be… fucked.”
The look on Mira’s face was incredible. Arousal and intense desire clashing with determination to remain in control of the scene. She swallowed, then smiled back at Maggie, rising slowly. “Alright.” She walked around the table, heels clicking on hardwood. She slid her hand beneath Maggie’s chin, lifted her head, fingertips gliding along Maggie’s jawline… “I will fuck you. But only if you keep eating.”
Maggie swallowed hard, clenching her teeth together as she held back a moan. “How much?”
“Oh no, I don’t mean a quota. I mean I will fuck you while you are eating.” Mira’s eyes were locked on Maggie’s, waiting for a response. Maggie shook her head slightly, not understanding. Mira smiled, then reached around Maggie’s body, slipped her hand into her unzipped pants. “Take these off…”
Maggie obeyed immediately. She wriggled out of her pants, her swollen belly gurgling and sloshing in protest at being jostled. She belched, loudly. “Oh god… I’m so full.” And so turned on… As she tossed her pants aside, Mira – to Maggie’s utter surprise – proceeded to crawl under the table and kneel in front of Maggie’s chair. “What are you–”
“Eat,” Mira ordered, voice muffled as she slid her hands up Maggie’s legs, pushing her thighs apart, pulling her ass closer to the edge of the chair.
Maggie was so turned on she couldn’t breathe properly, arousal hot and intense in her pelvic area, unsettling her stomach even more. “Mira… what are you… oh… oh god…” One of her hands slammed down hard on the table as Mira swiped a finger over her clit through her panties. “Fuck… fuck, I’m so…” She burped again. “Babe…” Her other hand jumped down to her stomach, which was beginning to feel very sick and queasy, struggling to handle so much food.
“Keep eating…” Mira said, even as she tugged at the waistband of Maggie’s panties, urging her to lift her hips. Maggie did, letting Mira remove them, reluctantly picking up her chopsticks to return to a beef and broccoli dish she’d barely touched.
Touched. She needed to be touched.
“I don’t know if I can *hic* ohhhh fuck…” No, no, not hiccups. But it made sense, didn’t it? She rarely ate so much so quickly, and she’d been drinking cold water the whole time, filling her tummy even more. She heard Mira groan beneath the table, felt a hand slide up to her bloated belly, rubbing gently as she drifted closer to Maggie’s heat. “I don’t *hic* know if I can keep eating, I’m worried that it *hicurrrppp* ohhhh…” Maggie swallowed hard, gulping back a bit of bitter liquid that had just come up with that wet, disgusting burp. “…that it will come up,” she finished, nausea rolling through her stomach. Despite her whining, despite the fact that this was Mira’s idea and she wasn’t in control, Maggie found herself loving every minute of it.
Mira paused with her lips inches away from Maggie’s clit, breath quick and hot against her inner thigh. “Eat, Maggie.”
Maggie obeyed, still hiccupping and fighting intensifying nausea. “Alright, I’m going to eat this *hic* broccoli.” And she did – very slowly and cautiously.
Finally, finally Mira’s tongue found her clit. Maggie gasped, hips rocking toward Mira’s mouth, chewing momentarily interrupted as she tried not to growl or burp or… vomit. “Ohhh…” With effort she swallowed the vegetables in her mouth, breathing picking up, stomach gurgling audibly.
“You’re so wet, babe…” Mira breathed, lapping up heat as she brought her girlfriend closer to orgasm. But she had no intention of actually letting Maggie climax. Not yet. It was too early.
“I… I know, but I… I can’t eat anymore, I *hic* feel sick to my stomach…” Maggie belched again, grimacing even as she moaned with pure pleasure as Mira continued to touch her. She took a shaky sip of water, panting now, her hand trembling as she felt her stomach churn.
And then suddenly Mira was out from under the table, standing over Maggie, watching. “You need to be sick?”
“I don’t know if… well, I’m going to be eventually, I just…” She burped, her hand over her lips. “Why did you stop?”
“I won’t let you come until you vomit.”
Maggie’s breath caught in her throat, her stomach twisting with arousal. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.” Mira placed her palm on Maggie’s bloated, heavy stomach. Maggie grimaced, the slight touch making her stomach clench, sending saliva into her mouth. “Don’t—“ Burrrrpp. Oh, no. There was something coming up… she swallowed it back down. “I ate way too much. It hurts…” Still, she smiled, trying to focus on the heat between her legs.
“Come on, darling.” Mira took Maggie’s arm, guiding her upstairs to the bathroom. She could hear Maggie’s stomach gurgling, noticed how Mag was cradling it, wincing as they walked. She was quiet, now – and Mira knew what that meant. “You did well, Mag.”
“I am going… to throw up…” Maggie paused in the doorway of the bathroom, body trembling.
“Yes, I think you are…” Mira turned on the shower, quickly removing her outfit, eyes on Maggie the whole time. She was pale now, a little shaky, hand moving to her mouth repeatedly as she tried not to be sick.
“How do you… want this to…” Maggie trailed off, burping wetly. “…happen?”
“However you want… you don’t feel good, do you?” Mira wasn’t usually the caretaker, but she thoroughly enjoyed taking care of Maggie whenever the opportunity arose. “Do you want the toilet or the shower?”
Maggie was so aroused it was painful. She was about to respond to Mira’s question when her stomach twisted, making her gag. She shook her head, rushing to the toilet just in time to burp up a ton of undigested food. As soon as it hit the water she burped again, retching up acid. “I need… can you…”
Mira knew what she was asking. It was time. She gathered Maggie’s hair in one hand, then reached down between her legs and started fingering her as she panted over the bowl, shuddering as her stomach continued to churn with waves of nausea. “Ohhh, yes…” Maggie gagged hard, then pressed down on her still-packed stomach. She coughed up a mouthful of liquidy rice, then belched up so much vomit she started choking, falling back against Mira as she tried to catch her breath.
“You’re okay, it’s okay.” Mira removed her hand from Maggie’s clit for a moment, ran her fingers through Maggie’s hair. “Are you done, Mag?”
The question was ignored. “Fuck me. Please…” Maggie swallowed bile, drawing deep breaths as she begged for orgasm.
“Mmmm, alright.” She slid two fingers into Maggie slowly, her thumb on her clit.
“Ohhh, oh god, fuck, I can’t… I…”
Orgasm and vomit happened simultaneously. Neither woman was expecting it; Maggie was groaning in ecstasy when her stomach decided it needed to eject more of its contents. “Ohhhh, Mira, I…” She was still shaking with pleasure when she lurched forward and threw up all over the floor, vomit splattering onto her legs.
“Shit, Mag, oh my god…” Mira jerked back instinctively, shocked. Maggie was coughing again, gasping for breath. “Okay, that’s enough, let’s get you in the shower.” She put her arm gently around Maggie’s waist, rubbing her back.
“It hurts, fuck, I didn’t expect—” Maggie burped quietly, hand on her lips. She wasn’t sure, but it felt like there might be something else at the back of her throat, threatening to come up.
“It’s alright, can you… stand up?”
Maggie nodded, ignoring the lingering nausea. Mira pulled her up, helped her out of her top and bra, and guided her into the running shower, supporting her carefully the whole time. “My stomach is… it’s so upset…” Maggie coughed, letting Mira cradle her, wondering if she was going to puke again.
“You’re okay. Your belly isn’t used to eating like that, love.” Mira rubbed Maggie’s back, water pounding her shoulders. “Do you… need to throw up again?”
Maggie’s arousal was starting to fade now, weakness sweeping over her. “I don’t know. Can you…” She took Mira’s hand, pressed it to her stomach.
“Mmmm.” Mira began to press gently on Maggie’s belly, wary of hurting her. She could feel it gurgling unhappily. Maggie looked so tired now, the sparkle gone from her eyes. “You did really well, babe.”
Maggie looked at her, a smile appearing briefly on her pale face. “So did you.” A pause, and then: “Make me barf again, so we can go to bed, okay?”
Mira flushed. She wasn’t an emetophile; she only liked to play because she knew how much Maggie enjoyed it, and she loved turning her on. But this… Maggie begging for help throwing up… there was something about it that made Mira warm. “Alright, Mag…” She pushed down hard on Maggie’s belly, patting her back. It didn’t take long before Maggie leaned over and painfully retched up what remained of her dinner, thick vomit hitting the shower drain.
Finally finished, Maggie caught her breath and straightened. “Now we’re even.”
Mira smiled, but she knew how exhausted Maggie was. “Yes we are. Come on, I’ll towel you off and spoon you in bed, alright?”
Nodding, Maggie leaned into Mira, laid her head on her chest. “Thank you.”
Mira made a noise of affection, kissing Maggie’s wet hair. “Love you, Mag.”
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