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Leo, ace-spec, panromantic, 22 years old, emetophile, will reblog stuff and sometimes post original content (stories, drabbles, audios) NSFW warning, trigger warning for emetophobia.

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So I was just browsing Zero Chan and found this gem

Artist username: ShintaroLikesMemes

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(preferably queer, if poss, but if not that's ok) two people are really drunk, and one person vomits on another, and things progress from there, consensually and willingly from both sides

Beni had ignored the light shining through the window as long as he could, the birds and light noise from outside making him well aware that it was still too early to be up.What went on the night before, he had no idea, and there was no telling what time they made it home after the party. Apparently they were aware enough to get undressed and pass out, and he muttered something to himself as rolled over on his side, pulling off the comforter his boyfriend had over his head, introducing him to a face full of sunlight.

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pssst! i dont know whats up but i cant play your 3pt bucket puke audios on any device! i was super stoked to get audio from you without water noise haha. hope youre doing well

Hi there ^.^ I only just found this ask again, sorry about the wait. Anyway, I started re - uploading the bucket puke audios, but they don't let me put up more then one at a time for some reason, but part 1 is up and working as far as I can tell ;)))

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Dyke in Shining Armor

A very fun (and lengthy) collab with my good pal @emetoandotherthings​, featuring her Rowan and my Siofra. There’s a lot of buildup, but I promise the payoff is worth it.

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“Aah! Tssss…” Rowan sucked air in through her teeth as she tried to disentangle her leg from the snare. She hadn’t noticed it, clearly, until her foot was being dragged upwards away from her and she’d felt a sear of pain in her ankle. She’d fallen, sprawled out - smacking her face against the protruding roots of an oak tree, and cursed as she felt something hot and sticky on her face, which she was having to pull the wisps of her fringe out of.

These woods weren’t meant to have traps, or snares; trapping wasn’t allowed, which was why it’d be so well hidden within the undergrowth, and it also accounted for why it’d been made out of some semi-razor wire. Rowan’s left ankle was firmly caught in it, and it’d taken her ages to even turn fully enough to get a proper look at it.

Signal was limited, and her satellite phone was tucked into the depths of her backpack, which unfortunately had gone flying as she had, landing too far out of her reach - whenever she strained for it, a stab of pain shot through her ensnared ankle. She’d been lying on the slightly damp ground, trying to figure out just how she could get out, for at least half an hour. The sky over the trees was beginning to turn dusky, and she knew that in not too long the sun would set - leaving her in the dark. Right now, her only hope was that one of her friends would realise she was missing; but even then, how long would it take them to find her here?

To her alarm, she heard approaching footsteps, but they didn’t sound human. Padded paws made the leaves crunch, and a large canine figure burst through the brush.

“Eek!” Rowan flung up  her arms to shield her face, wild panic seizing her chest as for a second she imagined a fox or a wolf pouncing. But then something soft and wet hit the skin of her shielding hands, a lapping tongue which seemed determined to lick every bit of her, and slowly she lowered her hands. A friendly blackish-brown face stared at her, pink tongue lolling out. When her hands moved, the dog quickly leaned in to lick and sniff her face. He sniffed her up and down, giving her ankle a careful examination with his cold, wet nose. He could smell a bit of blood, and he gave a worried whine.

In the distance, more footsteps came crunching through the brush, and this time they seemed to be human. A woman’s voice called out.

“Oi! Finny! Where did you run off to?”

The dog perked up at once, but he stayed by Rowan, barking loudly to get the woman’s attention. Strong hands parted thick branches, and a tall girl with a long orange braid appeared between the trees. She started to say something to the dog, then saw Rowan lying on the forest floor.

“Shit, what happened here?”

“Please - can you get my bag?” Rowan asked, pointing desperately with one hand, while using the other to rub into Finny’s soft fuzz. “My - my ankle…”

The girl nodded, walking over and grabbing Rowan’s bag. “What bastard put a trap out here?” She muttered, mostly to herself. She had to scoot Finny slightly to offer Rowan the bag - he’d taken to standing in front of her like a guard.

“They’re - they’re not meant to put any traps here, I’ll - I’ll have to note down the location to report it,” Rowan said, she was scrambling in her bag, trying to find her wire cutters that she carried about to remove any traps she did find, though they weren’t normally attached to her leg. Her teeth were chattering from the cold and pain. “It’s - it’s… somewhere…”

“What’re ya lookin’ for?”

“I’ve - got wire cutters in here,” Rowan explained, beginning to empty her bag item by item onto the forest floor. The girl held out a hand to stop her.

“I’ve got a multi-tool in my bag. Don’t break your back tryin’ to saw your own leg off.” She knelt down by Rowan’s feet, fishing the tool out of her backpack. “I’ll try to be careful, holler if I hurt ya.”

“I don’t think you can hurt more than this wire does!” Rowan said, closing her eyes and grinding her teeth as she felt the pressure on her ankle causing the wire to cut deeper into her skin. Finny nosed her face, whining in concern while his owner sawed and fiddled with the wire. After a long, painful moment, the snare broke. “Oh God…” As soon as the wire was released, Rowan had enough mobility to turn round and inspect her ankle closer; her jodhpurs had torn where the wire had cut into her skin, and there was blood in multiple forms of dryness around the puncture areas. She didn’t want to pull the imbedded wire out immediately, thinking it may be better to get a look at it somewhere with better light. “Thanks.” She said to the girl who’d freed her.

The girl nodded. “‘Course. I’d be a bit of a bitch if I just left you stuck there.” She grinned. “You got a name, or should I just call you Fresh Meat?”

“Tssss!” Rowan winced as she put her hands to the wire as she tried to move her leg and test putting weight on it. “I’m Rowan…”

“Easy,” The girl held her arms out to support Rowan. “I’m Siofra. I’m also wonderin’ if you live near here?” She ventured hopefully.

“I… not really,” Rowan bit her lip, “I was intending to pitch my tent overnight…”

“Well I live near here, so I guess you’re comin’ to mine. If you’re alright with that, anyway?” Siofra asked, already bending her knees to pick Rowan up. “As long as that’s not a bother - ow!” Rowan began, then recoiled her weight from her leg as she stood up; she gripped onto Siofra’s arm hard to keep herself upright. Siofra responded by sweeping Rowan up into her arms almost effortlessly.

“It’s not.”

“Oh…” Rowan’s head felt the rush of air and she blinked rapidly as she realised what had happened; she could feel her cheeks burning a little, she was so close that she could count the freckles which were beautifully painted across Siofra’s face.

“You don’t mind bein’ carried, do you?” Siofra asked, already following Finny back through the brush and towards a proper trail.

“It doesn’t seem like I’ve got a choice, does it?” Rowan muttered, her face still burning as Siofra carried her with ease.

“Guess not. It just seemed polite to ask.” Siofra walked as steadily as possible, trying not to hurt or jostle Rowan. “What were you doin’ out here, anyway? Hikin’? Campin’?”

“Tracking really,” Rowan muttered. “I’m studying forest management and equestrian studies - I’m doing a module about it.”

“Sounds complicated. You must be smart.” Siofra grinned.

“Not smart enough,” Rowan snorted. “If I’d been smart, I wouldn’t have gotten caught up in a snare!”

Siofra laughed. “Well, that’s more common sense, really. And to be fair, there aren’t supposed to be snares out here.” She scoffed disdainfully. “Savage fuckers think they can hunt anywhere.”

“Yeah, there’s not even much in these woods anymore…” Rowan commented mournfully. “Y'know, I could probably try walking again?”

“Are you sure?” Siofra asked, “You’re not heavy.”

“It’s just - do you know where you’re going?” Rowan asked nervously, seeing the woods while being carried gave a completely different angle than usual.

“Finny does.” Siofra nodded to the dog, who was padding ahead of them confidently. “We hike here all the time, he knows the way home.”

“Ah, good,” Rowan nodded. “Ah!” She’d moved slightly and her ankle gave another twinge.

Siofra’s brows furrowed with concern. “Easy. We’re almost out’o the woods. Literally.”

“Thank god…” Rowan muttered. “I was beginning to think I’d be there all night…”

“Well, don’t worry about that now. My big dumb beast found ya before somethin’ vicious could.” Siofra smiled, and Finny boofed, knowing she was talking about him.

“I’m so, so glad!” Rowan said enthusiastically. “Though I think he probably was just interested in the treats in my bag…”

Siofra laughed. “Maybe. He seems to like ya though. He’s a people person. Wait. Er… a people dog, I guess?”

“Well, he’s my favourite people dog so far!” Rowan giggled.

Finny boofed loudly, as if he knew they were talking about him. Siofra grinned. “I know, good boy. You’ll get a treat when we get home.” He gave an appreciative ruff and kept walking. Before long, Finny led them out of the woods, onto a sidewalk headed towards civilization. Initially Rowan tried to hold herself up, but her neck became tired at holding it in an awkward position, and she found herself leaning her head in towards Siofra’s body.

Siofra didn’t mind being leaned on, strolling down the street rather effortlessly despite having a grown woman in her arms. Her flat was only about a mile from the trail, and in a little over twenty minutes, they made it back to the building. “Hold on tight up the stairs, I don’t wanna drop ya.” Siofra warned.

“I could walk if you wanted me to?” Rowan offered, but at the same time, she tightened her grip around Siofra’s neck.

“Nah, you’re fine.” Siofra trotted up the stairs, holding Rowan tightly. When they got to her floor, Siofra shifted Rowan to be more in one arm, grabbing her keys from the belt loop she’d clipped them on. She had to reach around Rowan to unlock the door, kicking it open once the deadbolt was undone.

The flat wasn’t fancy, but it wasn’t a shithole either. The couch was worn leather, with matching armchairs, all circled around a fair-sized TV. The kitchen was to the left, and past it, a small dining table. There was a hall beyond the living room that led to the bedrooms, but Siofra didn’t go that far just yet. She sat Rowan carefully on the couch.

“Stay put. I’ll get the first aid kit.”

As his owner walked off, Finny trotted over to Rowan, sniffing her curiously. He gave her closer arm a friendly lick.

“Hiya boy,” Rowan stretched out her hand and gave Finny gentle scratches to the top of his head. “I think I’m owe you lots and lots of treats for finding me.”

Finny boofed in excitement. He knew the word ‘treats’ very well. Despite the limited space left, he attempted to climb up on the couch to sit with Rowan. Siofra walked back in just as her dog sat half next to and half on top of her guest.

“Oi! Get down.”

“It’s okay!” Rowan giggled slightly, rubbing her hands into the dog’s fluff. “You deserve all the love for finding me!” She cooed to him. Finny boofed appreciatively and licked her face, snuggling up against her on the couch.

Siofra rolled her eyes. “Spoiled rotten, he is,” she muttered, ruffling his ears nonetheless. “Lemme see your leg. Best to get that taken care of before this idiot gets fur in the wound.” She jerked her thumb towards Finny.

“I can do it, if you’d rather?” Rowan offered. “I’m sure I’ve got a first aid kit in my bag.” She tried to sit up straighter, wincing a little at the pain in the ragged cut.

“I wouldn’t rather, actually. You’re gonna hurt yourself, an’ I have plenty'o first aid shit here. Stay comfortable, I’ll bring a torch to see better.” Siofra’s tone was so stern, Rowan could nearly feel a physical presence holding her down on the couch. Or maybe that was just Finny leaning on her.

Siofra returned after a minute with a flashlight in her fist and a first aid kit under her arm. She scooted Finny out of the way, sitting on the coffee table so she was opposite Rowan. Turning on the flashlight, she leaned in to see the extent of the damage.

“Is it deep?” Rowan asked, peering down towards where Siofra was inspecting her leg. It felt deep, still stinging from the air hitting it.

“Only in a couple spots. Overall, doesn’t look too bad.” Siofra grabbed the disinfectant from the first aid kit. “This is probably gonna sting. Finny’ll let ya hold ‘is hand.”

“It’s okay, I’m used to disinfectant,” she replied, but she petted Finny’s head nonetheless. He licked her arm, while Siofra got to work carefully pulling out the wire and cleaning the cuts.

It took a while, but once they were all disinfected, Siofra asked, “D'ya want to get cleaned up before I bandage ya? If ya don’t have somethin’ to wear, I’ll lend whatever ya need.” That was her tactful way of saying ‘you are coated in sweat and mud and that needs to change.’

“I’ve got some clothes in my bag,” Rowan said, reaching out to grasp the top of her rucksack; she swung her legs round from the sofa, gingerly testing her weight.

Siofra stood up, putting an arm around Rowan to help her stand. “Easy. I don’t want ya fallin’ and crackin’ your head. I’m not that good at first aid.”

“Thanks,” she smiled, “I think I’ll be okay… Um, where should I clean up?”

“My bathroom. I’ve got good shampoo an’ body wash an’ all that shit. This way.” Siofra led her down the hall and opened the bathroom door. “Hang on, I’ll bring you fresh towels.”

“Thank you,” Rowan nodded, still hobbling slightly as she headed towards the bathroom. “I really appreciate it!”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll find somethin’ for us to eat while you shower.” Siofra said. When the bathroom door closed, she went off to the kitchen, pulling a takeaway out of the fridge. Her brothers had apparently brought home curry, and there was plenty left. While that was heating up, she grabbed a treat for Finny, tossing it in the air for him to catch. He scarfed it up at once, giving her pleading eyes in hopes of another.

“No more right now, fat-arse. I’m sure Rowan will give ya some later.”

Finny sighed, flopping down on the kitchen floor right in Siofra’s path. She rolled her eyes and stepped over him.

Rowan towelled her hair dry, looking at herself in the slightly steamed up mirror; it was true, she did feel a lot better now she was cleaned up. She looked down at the cut on her leg, the edges were still ragged, but Siofra had done a fantastic job of cleaning it up. She pulled on her clean clothes, wishing she looked a little less raggedy, but she hadn’t expected to be here. She hadn’t even dreamt that she’d be rescued by a tall, pretty redhead. Although she may have dreamt that in the past… She shook herself back to the current, packed her dirty clothes back into her rucksack before emerging back out into the main part of Siofra’s flat.

Instantly she could smell something cooking and her belly rumbled, she couldn’t remember when she last had something to eat. Siofra turned and smiled at her, while Finny perked up and wagged his tail.

“Hey! I’ve got curry heatin’ up right now. By the time I get your leg wrapped up, it should be ready.” Siofra wiped her hands on a towel, going over to the first aid kit she’d left on the coffee table.

“God, it smells amazing!” Rowan said, her stomach letting out another audible rumble and she felt her cheeks going pink. “Thank you for all this…”

Siofra shrugged. “It’s no trouble. My night was set to be boring. You made it interesting.” She grinned and patted the couch. “C’mon, sit. I need to get ya fixed up.”

Rowan sat down on the sofa, bringing her leg up a little gingerly. “It doesn’t look as bad as I thought it was.”

“That’s good.” Siofra grabbed some gauze and antibiotic ointment. “Tell me if I’m wrappin’ it too tight.”

“Tight is fine,” Rowan smiled, “I’d rather it didn’t fall off!”

Siofra nodded, gently dabbing on the ointment before carefully twisting gauze around Rowan’s ankle. She fastened it snugly and sat up. “That feel alright?”

“That’s great!” Rowan nodded, “thank you. I was beginning to think I was going to be sleeping up there…”

“It’s no trouble. The curry should be ready. You hungry?” Siofra asked.

“Starving!” She agreed vigorously.

“I’ll bring ya some. What d'ya want to drink?” Siofra was already walking into the kitchen, having gotten pretty hungry herself with the smell of curry filling the house.

“Anything! Whatever you’re having, I’ll have,” Rowan replied. “Can I help with anything?”

Siofra laughed and shook her head. “Just rest! You’re injured, and a guest.” She came back with two bowls of curry and two bottles of beer, handing one of each to Rowan as she sat down.

“Thanks,” Rowan nodded, taking a quick swig of the beer and placing it down on the floor next to her feet. “It’s a really nice place you’ve got here… you here yourself?”

“Nah, my brothers live with me. They’re out campin’ or somethin’. Maybe just at the pub, I think they were here earlier.” Siofra shrugged, cracking open her own beer and taking a gulp.

“Ah, that’s cool!” Rowan said, she was digging in to the curry, trying not to eat it too quickly despite the hunger she was feeling. Siofra wasn’t being particularly slow or elegant, happy to just shovel curry in her face in silence for a bit.

“That was amazing,” Rowan leant back in the sofa, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the feeling of having eaten for the first time in hours. Siofra set her own bowl aside, propping up her feet and downing the last of her beer.

“You feelin’ a bit better now?”

“Yeah…” Rowan let out a contented sigh, opening her eyes but not moving from where she was leant back in the sofa. Siofra scooted a little closer, putting an arm around Rowan’s shoulders. A warm mass shifted against their legs as Finny sat down next to the couch. Rowan allowed herself to relax into the groove in Siofra’s shoulder; her heart was beating quicker than normal, and she could feel it thumping against her ribcage. Siofra hadn’t had a chance to shower, so she smelled warm and woodsy, and her hair was falling out of its braid. “I…” Rowan started to talk, but she wasn’t quite sure what she wanted to say. “Are…”

Siofra raised her eyebrows, smirking slightly. “What’s on your mind? I don’t bite… unless ya ask nicely.”

Rowan looked at her, eyes flickering between each of Siofra’s as though trying to gauge something without talking. Then without any warning, Rowan leant forwards - her lips lightly touching Siofra’s before she pulled back, eyes wide. Siofra winked, almost imperceptibly, before pulling Rowan in for a less hesitant kiss. Rowan’s hand moved to the back of Siofra’s neck, the warmth of her skin sending tingling shivers down her spine. When she pulled away, she looked intently at Siofra and said:

“Well, that kinda answers my question…”

Siofra chuckled. “Thought it might. D'ya want another drink? I have more beer, and some decent whiskey.” She offered.

“I’ll have whatever you’re having,” Rowan answered, but her eyes never left Siofra’s face. She felt warm all over, like someone had poured warm water down her spine; the pain in her leg even seemed to have subsided.

Siofra nodded, taking their dishes and empty bottles into the kitchen. She returned a moment later with two new strong beers, cracking them open and offering one to Rowan..

“Thanks,” Rowan accepted it, taking a tiny sip before placing the bottle down as Siofra sat back down onto the sofa. She scooted forwards a little on the sofa so she was closer to Siofa, her head tilted slightly to one side as she watched Siofra.

Siofra took a swig, setting her beer aside and snaking an arm around Rowan’s waist.

“You okay with this?” Rowan muttered, feeling her cheeks going a little pink as she felt the strength of Siofra’s arm holding onto her. She wanted to reach out and hold onto her as well, but first she needed to know that Siofra was fine with it.

“Course I am. You’re cute, an’ not drippin’ blood anymore.” Siofra grinned.

“Always a bonus,” Rowan murmured before leaning in to kiss Siofra again; the sweet, musky smell of her filled Rowan’s nostrils and she closed her eyes, placing her hand gently on Siofra’s waist. Siofra moaned softly, her other hand twisting into Rowan’s hair.  “Mmm… you’re good!” Rowan breathed during a pause from kissing, her eyes opening to lock onto Siofra’s gaze.

“I’ve had lots'o practice.” Siofra had a feeling Rowan didn’t realize how much older she was. Not that she cared. Rowan was clearly legal age to fuck, so what did it matter? She leaned in for another kiss, and Finny shuffled away to the other room. He knew better than to bother Siofra right now.

“Well I like it,” Rowan moved to kiss Siofra’s neck softly, her heart was thumping again, but this time coming from desire rather than fear.

Siofra moaned softly, her hand slinking down Rowan’s side. Her fingers started to slip under the waistband of Rowan’s pants, brushing the sensitive skin near her hip. Rowan took an intake of breath, but then redoubled her effort to kiss every part of Siofra’s neck. Siofra started to slide Rowan’s pants down, but a strange rumbling sensation against her belly made her hesitate. She paused for a second, giving Rowan a worried look.

“Ya feelin’ okay?”

“Um,” Rowan swallowed, a tiny frown on her face. “Yeah…”

“Ya sure?” Siofra asked. Before Rowan could answer, her stomach gurgled again. Siofra pulled her hand out of Rowan’s pants, taking the hand from her hair to feel her forehead. There was no fever, but there was also no mistaking the noisy swell of Rowan’s belly as feeling well. “That doesn’t sound good.”

“I’m just kinda… uncomfortable,” Rowan said, shifting a little. “Sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry. What can I do to help?” Siofra asked, one hand already moving towards Rowan’s stomach.

“I… I dunno, maybe I just ate too much or something?” Rowan replied, turning a little and revealing a slight bulge of her stomach.

“Want a water? Ginger ale? Tums?” Siofra’s eyes were focused on Rowan’s belly, which was taut and gurgling.

“I - um, nah…” Rowan breathed, “maybe just some water, if that’s okay?”

“Yea, ‘course…” Siofra hurried off the couch, returning with a glass of water. “Ya coulda told me if ya weren’t feelin’ well. I’m not mad or nothin’.”

“I didn’t really… realise?” Rowan accepted the water and took a small sip, using her other hand to rub across her stomach slightly.

Siofra nodded understandingly. “Bit distracted, maybe?” She chuckled.

“In a really good way,” Rowan agreed, then she grimaced slightly, her hand resting on her stomach. Siofra scooted closer again.

“I could rub your belly?” She offered.

“I - would you?” Rowan asked, looking slightly pleadingly at Siofra.

“Course. Here… sit in my lap.” Siofra spread her legs, making room for Rowan to nestle between them.

“Really?” She said, but she didn’t hesitate to move so she was in between Siofra’s legs; she rested her hands onto Siofra’s thighs, feeling the powerful muscles of them. Siofra’s arms wrapped around Rowan, one lifting her shirt and the other resting on her bloated stomach. It gurgled under Siofra’s touch, and she rubbed slow, steady circles around Rowan’s navel. “Ohhh…” Rowan breathed out, goosebumps were rising on her arms, and she leant her head back into Siofra’s shoulder. “That’s nice…”

“Good. Tell me what to do. Higher, lower, softer, harder. Whatever helps.”

“That’s just perfect,” Rowan murmured, breathing slowly in and out, her stomach still burbling as she felt the warm skin of Siofra’s hand rubbing gently. Siofra’s chin rested in the crook of her neck, humming softly while she massaged Rowan’s aching belly. They sat in contented quiet for a while, until a particularly nasty gurgle made Siofra pause.

“You okay?”

“Brruuuaaaarp!” Siofra felt the jerk of Rowan’s stomach as she burped; Rowan’s hand jumped up to her mouth. “Excuse me!”

“You’re fine. Let it out. Might help ya feel better,” Siofra advised. She went back to rubbing Rowan’s belly.

“Mm… I’m not sure,” Rowan’s voice sounded a little wobbly as she replied.

“D'ya feel sick?” Siofra asked, trying to sound worried rather than excited.

“Mm… lil bit,” Rowan said, moving forwards a little, not realising that Siofra’s hand was still on her stomach as she clamped her own hand to it. Siofra’s hand pressed into Rowan’s belly as she moved, and she hastily loosened her grip.

“Hold on, I have a bin under the side table…” Siofra stretched and reached under the table until she produced a small plastic bin.

“Oh god… sorry,” Rowan mumbled, she was wriggling a little.

“You’re fine, really.” Siofra set the bin in Rowan’s lap, smoothing her hair back and rubbing her belly again. “Just let it out. Burp, spew, whatever happens. You’re fine.”

“Oh man, I’ve caused you so much trouble…” Rowan moaned, leaning forwards slightly.

“I’m not bothered. I promise.” Siofra tied Rowan’s hair back, leaning in and kissing her neck. “Just do what ya need to. Get it out. Feel better.” She rubbed Rowan’s belly with one hand, the other caressing up and down her back.

“Ugh,” Rowan coughed, her stomach was bubbling fiercely inside her and she could feel a sweat breaking out across her forehead. She coughed again, which turned into a shallow gag. “Ugh, this is gross…”

Siofra gave her back a firm pat. “I’m not bothered. Get it out. You’ll be okay.” She continued to rub Rowan’s belly, putting a subtly increasing pressure on the gurgling swell.

“Brruuuaarrp!” The burp was deep, but it was empty and Rowan moaned a little again. “Oh god, my tummy hurts…”

“Mm, poor thing…” Siofra kissed Rowan’s neck and collarbone, rubbing between her shoulders and massaging her belly. She felt a warm flush in her cheeks, arousal tingling deep in her abdomen, but she was doing her best to stay focused on caretaking. A deep, sick burble came from the depths of Rowan’s belly, tearing out of her throat as a gurgling belch. Siofra hummed sympathetically, cupping the underside of Rowan’s bloated stomach, pressing in and up just as it rumbled again.

“Uugh,” Rowan groaned again, letting out a long exhale. “Can… bruuup!” She rested her head back into Siofra for a moment. “Push my stomach?”

Siofra couldn’t hide a tiny moan, but she didn’t even care. “Mmm… gladly.” Her hand on Rowan’s shoulder moved slowly around to cup her stomach, rubbing the underside tenderly, while the hand already on her belly pressed forcefully into the tender bloat.

“Rrruuuarrrp!” The burp was deeper, wetter, but still didn’t bring anything up; Rowan whimpered again, leaning further forwards, forcing Siofra’s hand deeper into her stomach.

Siofra squeezed Rowan’s belly with both hands, sinking as deeply into the soft, warm skin as possible. She could feel the contents of Rowan’s stomach sloshing angrily, bubbles of gas making it rumble and groan.

“Uhhh, I feel so sick…” Rowan mumbled wetly, spitting a little into the bin in her lap.

Siofra shivered slightly, raising one hand towards Rowan’s lips. “Open your mouth.” She said, her voice firm and commanding. Her other hand continued to massage Rowan’s belly, kneading at the gurgly spots and rubbing in firm circles.

“Oh… okay,” Rowan submitted, feeling Siofra’s fingers at her mouth.

Siofra snaked two fingers past Rowan’s lips, pressing down on the back of her tongue. She felt Rowan’s stomach lurch, throat tightening around her fingers, and she pressed in and up on Rowan’s belly again.

“H’rrrrllleeeeuuurrrkk!” Rowan heaved harshly, saliva dripped from her lips, but nothing came up yet. “Ugh…”

“Put the bin between your feet.” Siofra leaned against Rowan, guiding her to lean forward more. She pulled her fingers out of Rowan’s mouth, but continued to rub and squeeze her stomach. It bubbled and groaned under her touch, and as Rowan bent over, it forced Siofra’s hand deeper into her tender, gurgling stomach.

“Uuurrrkkklllll-hhhhhuuuaarrk!” A small splatter of sick forced up Rowan’s throat and into the plastic bin.

“There ya go. Good girl.” Siofra slipped her fingers back into Rowan’s mouth, reaching in as far as she could. She held them in place as Rowan gagged, squeezing her stomach and fingering her throat in the same rhythm.

“Uuuuhh -hhh’kkkuuuuaaahhuurrlll!” Rowan felt her stomach practically straining against Siofra’s hand, and her throat squeezing tight, trying to reject her fingers from her mouth, but the only thing that happened was a large gush of puke coming up from her belly.

Siofra eased up for a moment, pulling out her fingers and kneading a deep belch out of Rowan’s belly. “There ya go… let’s see if it comes up easier now you’ve started…” Without further warning, she gave Rowan’s stomach a powerful squeeze - it had had a chance to swell back out when Siofra relaxed, so the pressure was immense as her belly was pressed in again.

“Rrrrruuurrrkkkrrruuuuuaaaaa- huh!” Rowan choked, bringing up another gurgle of sick; her eyes were streaming as she coughed and spluttered again.

Siofra offered a tissue from the coffee table, using another to wipe off her fingers so she could rub Rowan’s back. Once Rowan had dried her eyes, Siofra braced one hand on her back, rubbing firm circles into her stomach. “You’re doin’ great. Let’s be sick again, alright?” She forced her palm deep into the rumbling flesh, and as expected, it coaxed up a deep belch and a splatter of puke. Siofra rubbed Rowan’s back and belly in tandem, kissing her neck and mumuring reassurances. “Good girl. How’s your belly?” She could feel Rowan’s tormented stomach, bloated and gurgling into her palm, but she wanted to hear it.

“Y-you….” Rowan struggled, her throat was still tensing, and she could feel her gut turning over and over with Siofra’s palm against it. “Bruuuallch!” She heaved forwards, she could feel her stomach trying desperately to eject, and tears were dripping down her cheeks. “You - enjoying this?”

Siofra felt her face flare red - she’d gotten a bit lost in the moment. She instinctively loosened her grip, ready to pull away. “I… er… yea. It’s not… I don’t want ya to feel sick… it’s just… hot that you do.” She groaned in embarrassment, having no idea how to explain herself.

“Push harder…” Rowan groaned, her head lolling forwards over the bucket.

For a fraction of a second, Siofra was shocked. As she processed Rowan’s plea, however, a sultry smirk spread across her face. She leaned in close again, her chest pressed against Rowan’s back, and both her arms snaked around the sick girl’s waist. Siofra cupped one hand under the bottom swell of Rowan’s belly, and she could feel the heft of every nauseous rumble. Her other hand rested just over the navel, at the heart of the sick, roiling sea. She pressed firmly in with both hands, feeling Rowan’s stomach contract and the contents surging upward.

“Hmmmmmmbbbllllluuuuuuaaarrrrccchhh!” A huge rush of sick came rocketing up Rowan’s throat, pouring from her nose and mouth, spraying the bin and a bit of the floor; her stomach clenched, then relaxed slightly, then clenched again as she coughed more puke up.

“Ooh, that was a rough one…” Siofra’s breath was warm on Rowan’s neck, and she kneaded her hands into Rowan’s gurgling gut. It forced up a deep, wet belch, and Rowan gagged, her stomach lurching and her tongue lolling slightly out of her mouth.

“You’re doin’ great.” Siofra reassured her. Her upper hand pressed lightly into Rowan’s belly, making her belch again. The lower hand rubbed slow, sensuous circles on the gurgling underside of Rowan’s stomach, fingers brushing soft, sensitive skin at the bottom of every stroke.

“Uuuuuhh… how much more?” Rowan moaned, burping just a little, another tiny splash of vomit falling past her lips.

“I’m not sure. D'ya feel like there’s more in you?” Siofra asked. Her touch was gentle for now, tracing tantalizing circles on Rowan’s lower belly, and softly squeezing her stomach to force out burps.

“My stomach really hurts…” She mumbled, spitting the bad taste out of her mouth; leaning back against her and allowing her hand to rub gently across her belly. “Is it still swollen?”

“Yea. Not as bad as before, but it doesn’t feel happy.” Siofra stopped pressing on Rowan’s stomach, allowing the aching dome to smooth out under her palm. She rubbed soothing circles on the expanse of Rowan’s belly, while her other hand snaked down into Rowan’s waistband.

“Mmmm…” Rowan hummed, her head leaning back to fit into the groove of Siofra’s shoulder, “so what happens next?”

“I’ll help ya feel better.” Siofra murmured, nipping at Rowan’s neck and shoulder. Her fingers crept between Rowan’s legs, rubbing her tauntingly through her panties.

“Hhmmmm!” Rowan shivered, pushing back against Siofra and closing her eyes; even despite the tenderness of her belly, she couldn’t help but feel good at the touch of Siofra’s fingers. Siofra continued to play with Rowan through her panties, the other hand running lightly over her stomach, tracing gentle patterns on the taut, sensitive skin. “That’s - hic! - teasing…”

“And what’re you gonna do about it?” Siofra smirked, tweaking one of Rowan’s nipples between belly rubs. Rowan gave a tiny moan as Siofra’s fingers seemed to be imbibed with a magic sensuality; she shivered slightly.

“That’s not fair… I can’t - do anything like this…” She mused.

“You can beg.”

“Oh, come - hic! - on..” Rowan hiccuped unexpectedly, and put her hand back to her belly; she leant back into Siofra’s shoulder turning her head slightly so she could kiss Siofra’s cheek. Siofra smirked, rubbing Rowan’s belly tenderly. Her other hand traced along Rowan’s inner thigh, threatening to finally slip inside her panties. “P-please?” Rowan had closed her eyes, breathing heavily as she pushed against Siofra’s hand.

“Well, since you asked nicely.” Siofra grinned, sliding her fingers under the waistband of the panties, rubbing back and forth over Rowan’s clit.

“Hmmmm-aaahh!” An involuntary shudder shot through Rowan and she seemed to writhe slightly at Siofra’s touch. Siofra nipped and kissed at Rowan’s neck, fingers working deftly over her clit. Her other hand slid lightly over Rowan’s aching stomach, fingers barely more than a whisper on the sensitive skin. “Oohhhhh…” Rowan let out a gasping breath, pushing against Siofra; she could still feel the unpleasant aching of her stomach, but it was eclipsed by Siofra’s touch.

Siofra’s fingers trailed slowly up Rowan’s stomach, cupping and squeezing her breast. Her other hand continued to work between Rowan’s legs, and her teeth grazed Rowan’s neck.

“You’re still teasing!” Rowan shivered again, twisting slightly as the sensation was almost overwhelming. Siofra smirked.

“Am I?” She slipped her fingers inside Rowan in one swift movement, arcing them at just the right spot.

“Aahaaaaa!” Rowan’s eyes closed as her back arched involuntarily, and her breath seemed to fizzle out from her. Her free hand was gripping onto Siofra’s thigh, squeezing and releasing. Siofra’s fingers thrust swiftly in and out, hitting the sweet spot with every inward stroke. Her other hand squeezed Rowan’s breast, tweaking her nipples. “Oh.. god…” Rowan breathed, she was trembling against Siofra now.

Siofra sped up her pace, thrusting fiercely as Rowan squirmed in her lap. Her own heart was pounding, arousal burning in her core. Rowan reached her arm up, managing to hook her hand behind Siofra’s neck as she tried to avoid bucking her hips too strongly. Siofra continued to finger her, and she could hear Rowan’s breathing quicken as she came close to climax. Finally, Rowan exploded with a deep moan, her back arching as her body radiated with pleasure. She went limp as it wore off, leaning back against Siofra with a dopey sigh.

Running her fingers through Rowan’s hair, Siofra kissed gently at her neck and jaw. The hand that had been at her breast returned to her belly, rubbing in slow, gentle circles. “How’re ya feelin’?”

Rowan was still panting slightly, her bare flesh covered in goosebumps; Siofra’s hand was back on her stomach, and as she took a breath in, it caught in her throat:

“Brrruup! Oh - excuse me!” She said, but she smiled at the same time. Siofra chuckled.

“You’re fine. If you’re still feelin’ rough, I could make tea and run ya a bath. Hot water might help your belly cramps.” She offered, tracing slow circles on the tender flesh of Rowan’s stomach. The light pressure coaxed up another belch, followed by a groan.

“Mmmmn… would you be joining me in that bath?” Rowan asked, turning her head to look at Siofra.

“If ya want.” Siofra smirked - it was clearly what she wanted.

“Absolutely!” Rowan replied, then grinned rather sheepishly, as though she was being too eager.

“Alright. Let’s get you a bath then. I probably need to clean up anyway, been trudgin’ 'round the woods all day.” Siofra scooped Rowan up without even thinking, carrying her to the bathroom and setting her on the edge of the tub before turning on the tap. “What kinda tea d'ya want?”

“Do you have lemon?” Rowan asked.

“I do. Be right back.”

Siofra returned as the bath was growing deep, a big, steaming mug clasped in her hands. “Ya want bubbles?” She asked, handing the mug over.

“Whatever you like,” Rowan answered; she was watching Siofra as she moved around, her eyes never leaving the redhead. It only took a few swift movements for Siofra to strip, her chest bouncing as she pulled her shirt off. She tossed her clothes to the floor, not caring about them right now, and set out a few fluffy towels for when they were done. She drizzled some soap into the hot water, milk and honey scent warming the room as it foamed. Her chin rested on the crook of Rowan’s neck.

“Ya gonna strip for me?”

“Am I not allowed to admire the view first?” Rowan said cheekily, setting her mug down before beginning to pull off her top; she was still gingerly putting weight on her injured leg as she removed her panties.

Siofra chuckled. “I suppose ya are.” She sat on the closed lid of the toilet, crossing her ample thighs and leaning back so that her breasts were in full view. She stretched and turned, showing off the freckles covering nearly every inch of her body. They were sparser around the areas her swimsuit would cover, but there were no distinct tan lines - she sunbathed shamelessly when the weather permitted.

“Wow,” Rowan breathed, her lips twitching into a rather large smile. “Just… wow!”

“Like what ya see?” Siofra smiled back, standing up and wrapping her arms around Rowan’s waist. “Looks even better with some bubbles.”

“I like… I definitely like,” Rowan breathed, leaning in against Siofra’s warm bare flesh as she placed a gentle kiss on her lips. Siofra kissed her back, lifting her up and stepping into the tub. The foam parted as she sat down, holding Rowan in her lap. “Mmmm… this is so nice.” Rowan mumbled. “You’re so nice…”

“Only to people I like.” Siofra said, grabbing a claw clip she kept in the shower caddy to pin up Rowan’s hair. “Just washed this, ya don’t wanna get it wet again. Mine, though… needs washin’.” She chuckled. She could feel Rowan’s weight against her, warm and steady and relaxed. Her arms wrapped loosely around the blonde’s waist, and she cupped her hands under Rowan’s tender belly. “How’re ya feelin’?”

“Mm… I’m okay,” Rowan replied, feeling Siofra’s hands at her stomach. “Still a bit…” She shrugged as though this would convey her meaning.

Siofra nodded. “Drink your tea. I’ll rub your belly.” Her voice was soft, but it wasn’t a suggestion. Her fingers spread out, strong and nimble, and she rubbed slowly over the bloated expanse of Rowan’s belly. It rumbled softly, whining and bubbling under her touch, and Siofra couldn’t contain a soft moan.

“You - you like?” Rowan said, taking another sip of her tea as the warmth both inside and outside her body seemed to be building up.

“I do. I love the sounds. And you feel… so nice.” Siofra murmured, her lips pressed against Rowan’s neck. She rubbed one hand in circles over Rowan’s belly, while her other fingers found soft spots where belly met hip and thigh.

Rowan could feel her cheeks blushing at this, closing her eyes as Siofra’s kiss pressed to her skin.  “Brruuuurrp!” The belch crept out before Rowan could control it, the warmth all around her was making her belly feel a little tight again.

“Oh, that sounded rough. How’s your belly?” Siofra asked, her voice breathy with excitement. Her fingers caressed Rowan’s inner thigh, and she continued to massage her bloated stomach.

“Ohhh… it - urrp! - hurts a bit,” Rowan leant her head back, her own hand going to her belly, accidentally touching Siofra’s hand. “Brrrrrrrrrrruuurrrp!”

Siofra rubbed her thumb over Rowan’s hand. “Can I help?” She asked, never pausing the belly rubs.

“I - um,” Rowan hiccupped slightly, then shifted a tiny bit. “I think - ‘m maybe gonna…”

“Be sick? You’re alright.” Siofra soothed, taking her hand off Rowan’s thigh to lean her forward and rub her back. “We can rinse off after,” she said, pressing Rowan’s stomach gently as she felt it gurgle.

“Ooouuhh…” The movement from leaning forwards made Rowan’s stomach feel even more uncomfortable. “Oh, uuurrrhhp!” She heaved gently as Siofra had braced her forwards, able to feel her hand against the tender bulge of her belly.

“There ya go, you’re doin’ fine…” Siofra rubbed firmly between Rowan’s shoulder blades, giving her belly a stronger squeeze. “Go ahead an’ let it out.”

“Nnnhhggg,” Rowan groaned, closing her eyes, as she let her mouth open - waiting. “Bblluuuuuaark!” A small gulp caused some of the tea that Rowan had drunk to come back up, splashing down her front, and she could feel her stomach cramping tightly.

“Good, deep breaths.” Siofra murmured, giving Rowan a firm thump on the back. She loosed her hand from Rowan’s belly for a moment, allowing it to swell out before pressing her palm deeply and swiftly into her gut.

“Blllllaaaa-hhhhhhuuuuuuaarrrggg!” Rowan’s stomach tensed inwards as another gush of sick rocketed up, pouring from her mouth uncontrollably, then she gasped and gulped as she tried to get a breath in.

Siofra held her steady, rubbing Rowan’s back and stomach in tandem as she gagged and sputtered. “You’re good, you’re alright…” she murmured, giving Rowan’s back another pat when she coughed.

“Oh… hhuuurrrk!” She brought up a further splash of sick; Siofra’s hands were gentle and reassuring at the same time, and Rowan felt utterly exhausted. Siofra hummed soothingly, squeezing Rowan’s stomach again. “Oooh… I’m - so - empty…”

“Think you’re done? Or still feelin’ sick?” Siofra asked, rubbing her shoulder. Rowan let out a small, wet belch, but there was nothing left in her to throw up.

“D-done…” She agreed, nodding her head a little.

“Alright, then let’s clean up. I’ll take ya to bed an’ rub your belly after.” Siofra grabbed her soap from the shower caddy, hoping the strong sweet scent wouldn’t be too nauseating as she scrubbed the remnants of bile off Rowan’s front.

“Mmm… thank you,” Rowan said, giving a gentle sigh as she realised how tired she was after such a long and rather eventful day. Siofra lathered the soap all over Rowan’s body, spending perhaps more time than necessary fondling her breasts and belly. She massaged Rowan’s tender stomach, coaxing up a few queasy belches and gently squeezing her breasts. “Mmmnnngguuugh…” Rowan groaned slightly, relaxing her head back against Siofra.

Siofra worked slowly and steadily, lathering Rowan up and rinsing her off. She eventually drained the tub, running a bit of fresh water to rinse off any remnants of soap and sick. Scooping Rowan up, Siofra wrapped her in a fluffy towel and got another one for her hair. After loosely toweling off, Siofra tucked a towel around her own waist, asking, “D'ya want me to blow-dry your hair, or ya wanna just go to bed?”

“Are you comin’ to bed with me?” Rowan mumbled, watching Siofra’s lean arm poised on her hip.

“Course I will.” Siofra grinned. “So, hair dry or just bed?”

“Mmmm… just bed,” Rowan decided after a moment.

“I can do that. C'mon, I’ve got nice blankets.” Siofra scooped Rowan up without hesitation, only unwrapping her towel to set her in a soft blanket. Rowan reached out almost instinctively, her thin fingers closing around Siofra’s wrist.

“You’re definitely coming, yeah?”

“Course.” Siofra tossed her towel to the ground, taking the clip out of her hair and shaking her curls loose. She plunked down on the side of the bed, her ass inches from Rowan as she leaned over to turn off the lamp.

Rowan reached her hand, gently touching the skin of Siofra’s back -stroking across it gently. “Thank you.”

“It’s no trouble. I had a great night. I’m just sorry you’re feelin’ poorly.” With the lights off, Siofra flopped down on the bed next to Rowan. “Comfortable?”

“Mmm, very…” Rowan replied, moving so she was closer to Siofra in  the bed. Siofra slung an arm around Rowan’s waist, pulling her close until they were chest to chest. Despite the hard muscles of her arms, Siofra’s body was soft, and she smelled like the sweet, milky soap they had used. Rowan closed her eyes, relaxing into Siofra, and sighed lightly.

“Get some rest. I’ll be here when ya wake up.” Siofra said, yawning and cozying up.

“Thank you…” Rowan mumbled, enjoying the softness and warmth all around her.

“Course. Sleep well.” Siofra’s voice was growing heavy with sleep, and her eyes were already closed.

“Oh, I will…” Rowan muttered, her voice barely more than a whisper; she reached out her hand and gently rested it against the warmth of Siofra’s arm. “You too…”

[taylortut]

This was a commission for the Very Super Cool J, aka @lickstynine! The fic is for his OCs, Soifra and Emilie. It’s a little different from what I normally write in that it’s kink-heavy and NSFW, so please, please be warned about that and don’t go in expecting my normal kind of sickfic, lol. 

This is a 3.7K word, wlw erotica fic focused on an emetophilia kink. If it’s not your thing, you won’t hurt my feelings movin’ along without reading. If it is your thing: enjoy a commissioned work for free! It’s not something I would otherwise write, so it’s a rarity, lol! :)

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[secretobsessionstuff]

Stuffing Fic!

Ooh boy I loved writing this! But I’m also super nervous to post it…. 

Anyway, this story is NSFW! There’s no actual sex but it involves stuffing and force feeding sorta. 

WARNING: NSFW, stuffing, emetophilia, graphic description of vomit! 

Enjoy my kinky boys! 

Alexi sat cross-legged on the bed, a nervous energy buzzing through him as he waited for Micah. He was nervous, but more surprisingly he was feeling a bit excited. He knew that Micah was looking forward to this night and he just wanted to make his boyfriend happy.

Micah had been so sweet the entire conversation they had about this night, making sure that Alexi was 100% on board, setting limits, preparing a safe word. He wanted the night to go perfectly, for both of them.

The scent of cheese and tomato sauce already gave Alexi a hint as to what he might be eating in a few minutes, but the anticipation was still strong. He bounced his knees up and down, tapped on his legs, and just waited for Micah to finally come into the bedroom. He smiled when his boyfriend finally came in with a playful grin on his face and a steaming bowl of food in his hands.

Micah joined Alexi on the bed, careful not to disturb the old blanket they had placed on the mattress. Micah hoped that with any luck they would be throwing away this cover by the end of the night.

“Are you ready?” Micah asked, suddenly feeling more nervous than he was a second ago despite seeing Alexi smile back at him.

“Absolutely,” Alexi said, staring down into the bowl of creamy and cheese-covered pasta. The food was hot and smelt delicious.

“Are you hungry?”

“Oh yeah.” Alexi leaned forward, expecting Micah to hand him a fork, but instead he was met with Micah’s soft lips against his. He welcomed the quick surprise and melted into the kiss.

The moment ended too soon as Micah pulled away, tucking a strand of brown hair behind his ear. He picked up a fork that he brought with him. Alexi reached out for it but Micah kept it in his own hand.

Micah scooped up a forkful of pasta and brought it up to Alexi’s mouth, but paused before going further. “Tell me if ever you want to stop, okay?”

Alexi nodded and opened his mouth. The food was good. It was warm, and flavourful, and coated his tongue in cheese. He thought it was kinda weird that Micah wanted to feed him, but he couldn’t complain because he felt like a king in that moment. He couldn’t imagine himself getting tired of such a nice meal.

Inevitably, Alexi did start to get tired of pasta. About twenty minutes later, he had eaten more than two bowls – certainly more than he would have if he was just eating dinner. His brain hadn’t registered that he might be full yet, so he let Micah continue.

Micah smiled the entire time he watched Alexi chew and swallow slowly. He was slightly surprised that Alexi hadn’t said anything up to this point, but that was okay because he had more.

“Was that good?”

Alexi hummed in response. “mm-hmm.”

“Are you getting full?”

“Maybe a little,” he admitted while wiping his mouth on his sleeve. “Can I have something to drink?”

“Of course, you can.” Micah brought up a glass of milk from the floor and Alexi took it gratefully. He drank fast and with greed, eventually wiping away a milky white moustache from his lip. “What’s next?”

Micah grinned and left the room for a moment. When he returned, he was carrying a plate with three slices of strawberry cheesecake.

Alexi felt his stomach do a little flip at the sight of so much cake. He knew he could keep going, but three slices? He took a small swig of milk and swallowed his doubts. Although, he had to admit that he was definitely full now, with barely any room left for cheesecake. He rubbed his stomach and exhaled deeply.

Micah held the forkful of cheesecake in front of Alexi, waiting for permission. He relaxed his shoulders when his boyfriend accepted the cake with a laugh, though he could tell that Alexi was getting full.

The cake was rich and thick and sweet. Alexi enjoyed the first few bites, but he started to slow down halfway through the first piece. He sat there for a moment, slowly moving the soft cake over his tongue. The strawberry syrup felt sticky in the back of his throat, but he eventually swallowed that mouthful. He shivered when it went down.

“Still okay, Lex?”

“I’m starting to feel a little sick.” 

Though Alexi’s voice sounded thick and tired, his eyes were lively. He knew that they were getting closer to what Micah was waiting for, and he wanted to make it good. “Can I have some milk?”

Alexi was grateful again for the cool splash of milk against his tongue, but this time he drank slowly and in smaller quantities. When he finished the glass, a loud belched erupted from his mouth. The burp came from deep within his gut, and sounded wet. A smaller burp followed, which gave Alexi a moment of relief. He sighed. “Okay, keep going.” 

They were onto the second piece of cake.

As Micah continued to feed his boyfriend, he focused on the rise and fall of Alexi’s Adam apple as he struggled to keep eating. He focused on the pallor of Alex’s face when he eventually swallowed what was in his mouth. He focused on the way Alexi was holding his belly.

“Tell me how you feel, babe.”

Alexi took a moment to finish that last bite. “I don’t think I’ve ever eaten this much before.” Alexi lifted his shirt and looked at his bloated abdomen. He rubbed the warm skin before taking Micah’s hand and placing it on his midriff. “I can feel everything just sloshing around. Feels like it’s all sitting in my throat.”

Micah closed his eyes and smiled. He could feel the churning of Alexi’s stomach beneath his palm. He so wanted to push onto his belly, but he told himself to wait. “oh baby, you must be feeling sick to your stomach.”

Alexi laughed sheepishly. “Not gonna lie, I might throw up soon.”

“Oh, come on, you can do better than that.” Micah teased and fed Alexi another bite of cake.

Alexi tried to swallow his nausea, but it was persistent. Even as he managed to gulp down a few more mouthfuls, he felt his stomach aching for relief. As he parted his lips for the next bite, his jaw quivered, and his tongue was coated in saliva.

“Micah, I can’t eat anymore,” he said with his hand over his mouth. “my belly…”

“Describe it.”

Alexi groaned. “I’m so full. My stomach is gurgling and – hic – ugh I’m gonna be sick.”

Micah scooted closer to his boyfriend and put his palms on Alexi’s chest, allowing his hands to slide down his hard stomach. “baby, you did so good. Okay just let it happen.”

Micah felt Alexi’s whole body relax for just a second before tensing up again.

Alexi’s body jerked forward with a gag, but nothing came up. “Help me,” he said between gags.

Micah’s heart was beating out of his chest and he could feel the heat in his cheeks. He pushed into Alexi’s stomach and heard a gurgling noise from the boy’s throat as a surge of vomit rushed from his mouth.

Alexi’s shoulders rolled forward as a torrent of barely digested pasta and cake shot past his lips. He splattered Micah’s torso in a chunky white fountain of stomach contents. He found himself being held upright by his boyfriend’s hands gripping his shoulders.

Micah bit his lip so hard that he tasted blood. He felt the warm gush of vomit soak through his shirt as Alexi belched up another thick stream of puke that pooled in their laps.

“God, Lexi, you’re so hot. You’re okay, keep going.” Micah moaned. “I’ve got you.”

The first push was all Alexi needed to rid his poor belly of all the food that he stuffed into his mouth. Never has he thrown up so violently, but it was wonderful. The instant relief that he felt was blissful, even if he was still bringing up mouthfuls of vomit. He could hear Micah praising him and enjoying himself and that’s all that mattered.

Both boys were breathing heavily when the vomiting started to tapper off. Micah’s face was flushed red, which marked a stark contrast between Alexi’s wan complexion.

“Was that okay?” Alexi asked.

Micah’s response was to smash his mouth against Alexi’s vomit covered lips. He could taste the pasta sauce and the cherry flavoured cheesecake still clinging to Alexi’s mouth as his tongue roamed over every inch of his mouth. He tangled his hands in Alexi’s yellow curls and pulled him even closer.

Alexi got his bearings and fueled the fire between their lips by matching Micah’s enthusiasm. He moaned as he felt Micah’s hands trailing down his body. He could picture Micah’s fingers lingering on the still-wet vomit that soaked his shirt before he yanked the top over his head. Micah’s hands went back to Alexi’s body and found their way into his pants. As much as Alexi wanted this, he pulled away from the kiss with a moan – though not a moan of pleasure.

“I don’t think I’m empty.” As if to prove his point, Alexi’s stomach rumbled loudly, clearly still upset from the mass of food. He heaved forward once more and a fresh sludge of puke fell past his chin, covering his bare chest in a layer of creamy pasta sauce and stomach acid.

Seeing Alexi’s body wracked with heaves and hearing the gurgling coming from his throat, Micah tried to savour the moment for as long as he could. Though through his own arousal, Micah still rubbed Alexi’s back as he choked up chunky waves of sick. “Oh babe, you really did eat a lot, didn’t you?”

Alexi just coughed and choked up the last bit of food. When it was finally over, he sighed with relief. His stomach was aching, and his hands shook from the force of throwing up, but he knew he did well by the look on Micah’s face.

“That was perfect, babe.”

“Thanks. It just comes naturally to me I guess.”

Micah rolled his eyes but laughed anyways. “How are you feeling now?”

“A little sore, but so much better.”

“Good. What do you say we finish this in the shower?”

Alexi smirked, already taking off the rest of his clothes. “Hell yeah.”

[d3c0mp0z1ng]

just dudes being pals

the food he made vince eat is Giniling with rice btw, it looks tastier than how i drew it i swear

[pukeyphilia]

fuck your audios are so good

Thank you ^.^

[emetoandotherthings]

In light of your latest fic -- any chance we could eventually see Zubin overeating intentionally, with the idea of making himself sick to indulge Xander's kink? (possibly while tied up because I adore the idea of them both being kink-positive towards each other aaaah)

Anonymous said: Can you do a (nsfw) fic where Xand ties Zubin up and gags him? HOLY FLIPPIN HELL PRETTY PLEASE YES

Anonymous said: Can you please do another nsfw fic about Zubin and Xander(’s emetophilia kink)?

Anonymous said: For some reason I’m craving some Xander emetophile nsfw fic

Anonymous said: I reallly really reallllly need a fic now of Xander feeding Zubin and just tons of burps and almost vomiting but not quite and they start to have sex because they think they are good on the no vomiting thing and of course Zubin vomits all over Xander unexpectedly and he starts to apologize but Xander asks him to do it again?

A/N: The time has come - I finally wrote something which kinda fulfils all these prompts! I am dedicating it to @lickstynine because J gave me the courage to write it! I hope you enjoy!WARNING: IT IS NSFW.

Zubin had lined his stomach. He’d made a conscious effort to remember to eat, rather than doing his usual act of forgetting and then scoffing down a snack on the go. But tonight was the night.

Ever since Zubin had found out about Xander’s kink, and admitted his own desire to be bound, they’d wanted to have a night in together to try things out. But university halls weren’t the best place for that - the walls were paper thin, so most noise travelled easily, and as the two of them weren’t quite sure how things would pan out, they refrained.

But this week was reading week - a time for catching up on any mid semester reading and preparing for the next batch of assignments. And in true student fashion, it was a week that most students went home to visit family, or go on a cheap break abroad with the new found friends made during the first part of the semester. Zubin and Xander were staying, in an almost deserted hall, and that meant they could have some fun. It’d been all Zubin had thought about all day. Every now and then a shiver had chased down his spine as he remembered.

He was so excited that he turned up at Xander’s door earlier than he’d agreed, unable to focus on anything else.

“You’re early?” Xander said once he’d opened the door; Zubin was never early - he always seemed to be running late.

“I couldn’t wait,” Zubin slipped into the room alongside Xander, pushing the door shut with one hand and snaking his other around Xander’s waist, pulling him in close to kiss him. It was a needy kiss, full of heat and longing, and Xander nearly melted into it. Warmth prickled up the back of Xander’s neck, and his hands wrapped round Zubin’s hips. His heart began to speed up, and he forced himself to pull away.

“Mmm… eager, are we?” Xander commented, kissing the tip of Zubin’s nose.

“Lil bit…” Zubin smiled sheepishly, his arms still around Xander’s waist. “Sorry.”

“Oh no, there’s to be no apologies!” Xander insisted, shaking his head. “I’m glad you’re looking forwards to it!”

“Oh, I really am,” Zubin replied enthusiastically.

“Even with the food?” Xander looked concerned for a second; Zubin detached himself from Xander gently.

“My belly’s rumbling in anticipation!” Zubin patted his stomach.

“Good,” Xander nodded. “I wasn’t quite ready yet…” He glanced over his shoulder to his bed, and Zubin followed his line of sight, a shiver running down his spine as he saw one of the bedposts had a cord knotted around it.

“Is that for-?” Zubin trailed off, looking back at Xander.

“Yeah,” Xander nodded, aware of what the rest of the question was. “I was just about to fasten the other one.” He crossed to the other side of the bed as Zubin perched on the edge of it, able to feel his blood pulsing through his body as he watched Xander’s fingers tying secure knots into it. It wasn’t just the knots Xander was creating in the cord, it was simply Xander that made Zubin’s heart flutter - that he’d take the time to do this for him, that meant a lot.

“Thank you,” Zubin told him, still watching Xander as he ensured the knots were safe, “for doing this.”

“Thank you!” Xander said, straightening up, then he smiled. “I’m glad I’m doing this with you…”

“Me too,” Zubin nodded. “Is there anything I can do right now?”

“See that bag there?” Xander pointed to a canvas bag propped in his desk chair, Zubin nodded. “It’s got some snacks in it, get eating…”

Zubin grinned, leaning across to the bag and fishing out a packet of gummy bears from the top. “Alright!”

“There’s some juice in there too,” Xander told him; Zubin raked through the bag and found the large bottle of Sprite.

“I’m on it,” Zubin said, unscrewing the top and taking a swig.

Xander pulled his bedroom window open a bit; he’d pretty much prepared the room now, and what he really wanted to do was sit down and watch Zubin. His heart was already bounding in his chest, and he was having to make a conscious effort to not get too excited.

“Brrup!” Zubin let out a small belch, the bubbles from the fizzy juice bursting in his stomach. He’d finished the gummy bears, and began raking through the bag. “Is there anything in particular you want me to eat?”

“Anything!” Xander answered, a little too quickly, and Zubin smiled at him. “I’ve got some rice pudding pots in the bottom of the bag?” He suggested.

“Ooh!” Zubin dived down into the depths of the bag; he loved rice pudding, so that wouldn’t be any hardship to eat. He practically inhaled the rice pudding, pausing only to take a few sips from his juice. “What next?” He mumbled, swallowing his last mouthful, and Xander dug in the bag and brought out a chocolate mousse pot. “Thanks.”

Zubin ate, and ate, and ate - and drank, and ate; aware that all the while Xander was watching him. He tried to put on a show, pausing every so often, allowing out little burps caused by the juice, and rubbing a hand across his expanding belly. It was working too - he could see the lust in Xander’s eyes, and every few minutes he let out a breath as though he’d been holding it in. Zubin was beginning to feel a bit full now, after all he’d had lunch not too long ago. The skin of his stomach was pressing against the waistband of his trousers and he paused, rubbing his hand over his stomach as he leant back.

“I’m getting a bit full,” he admitted eventually, looking across at Xander, who moved across to sit next to Zubin. He looked him up and down slowly.

“You can do better than that,” he said, his voice was a little husky, and he reached into the canvas bag and pulling a bag of chocolate covered pretzels.

“Can I take my trousers off?” Zubin asked, knowing that would give his abdomen room to expand.

“Course!” Xander agreed, and Zubin wriggled his way out of his jeans, leaving them in a heap on the floor. “Have a drink.” Xander picked up the juice bottle and held it out; Zubin took a small drink. “More than that!” He took another drink. “Oh, more than that!” Xander encouraged, there was a twinkle in his eyes as Zubin drowned the rest of what was in the bottle.

“Brrruuuuuaaarrrp!” The belch rumbled up Zubin’s throat as the juice settled into the spaces in his stomach.

“Nice…” Xander muttered, his cheeks going rather pink as he held a chocolate pretzel up to Zubin’s lips. “Come on…”

Zubin looked into Xander’s face, and opened his mouth; the shine in Xander’s eyes was getting brighter as Zubin opened his mouth and let the pretzel inside. He kept eating, chewing becoming more and more onerous as he felt his stomach becoming fuller.                                          

“Brruuuaaaarrrppp!” Zubin pulled back away from Xander’s hand as he burped, and he rubbed his own hand across his stomach. Even though his t-shirt he could see the bulge of his stomach. “Oh, I’m really full now…” He mumbled.

“You can do a little more,” Xander encouraged, he shook the bag indicating how it was nearly empty.

“Hmmm…” Zubin groaned a little, then opened his mouth to allow Xander to put in another pretzel. “Uuurrp!” The burp came up as Zubin swallowed, and he clutched his hand to his stomach.

“That’s it,” Xander was already pressing another to Zubin’s mouth; Zubin struggled to swallow, his mouth very dry from the pretzels.

“Need - drink,” he forced out, still chewing a mouthful.

“Okay - here,” Xander fished in the bag, bringing out another bottle of Sprite, uncapped it and handed it across. Zubin gulped at it, washing down the pretzel residue that was still in his mouth.

“Brraaaauuulllccchh!” The burp that sprang up as soon as Zubin finished drinking was enormous. It caught in his chest, and he had to clamp his mouth shut as he was scared it might start a heave. He clutched his hands to his belly, letting out a small whimper, and he shook his head slightly. “No - no more…” He begged. “Not gonna - brruuup - keep it down…” He burped again, massaging his hand round the swelling in his gut.

“Okay,” Xander placed the bag of pretzels aside. “Okay, you’ve done super well.” He pressed a kiss to the side of Zubin’s face as Zubin whimpered again. “Why don’t you lie up on the bed? Get yourself ready…” He whispered, moving from the edge of the bed.

Zubin sat very still for a few moments, taking deep steadying breaths to try and settle his sloshing stomach. “Uuuaarrrp!”

Very slowly he peeled his t-shirt off over his head, still keeping one hand cradling his belly; it was very swollen, a pink dome in his skin, and he struggled to take his boxers off because of his stomach’s heavy weight. He shuffled up the bed, until he was leaning against the headboard, then huffed slightly. He was so full.

Xander had stripped too, wiggling his jeans and boxers off, and pulling his shirt over his head, with his back to Zubin. When he turned round, he gasped - his eyes raking over his boyfriend’s naked form; he felt the tug in his groin, and knew that he was getting hard very quickly.

“Oh God…” Xander breathed, approaching the side of the bed, his eyes wide; Zubin looked up at him. “You’re fucking beautiful Zubin!” Xander had clambered onto the bed, resting on his side so he could look at Zubin. “Can I?” He held his hand out above Zubin’s belly, waiting for permission to touch it.

“Yeah,” Zubin breathed, moving his own hands way.

The flesh of Zubin’s stomach was taut and warm as Xander lay his hand gently on it; he couldn’t stop the intake of breath as an electric thrill shot through his body.

“Mmmnnngg…” Zubin groaned, allowing his head to fall back onto Xander’s headboard, Xander’s hand was cool against his skin. “Brrruuuaarrpp!” The belch burst from him as Xander rubbed his hand around the bulge. “Ohh… I’m so full…” Zubin muttered. Xander squeezed his legs together as he could feel his penis hard along the inside of his thigh. Xander getly pressed his splayed fingers into the flesh, Zubin’s head snapped up again. “Brrauuhhuulllp!” His hand shot up to his mouth and he had to swallow hard.

“Not yet,” Xander said firmly as Zubin forced his throat clear, and nodded. Xander began to stroke his fingers across Zubin’s stomach, looking at Zubin in wonder. “Y’know when we were kids, and cartoons used to show people being full like they’d swallowed a whole football?”

“Mmhmm,” Zubin hummed.

“Well your belly is like those cartoons,” he bent down and pressed a kiss to his flesh; he could hear and feel the glugging going on inside Zubin. “Oh fuck..” Xander moved his hand from rubbing across, to down in between his thighs.

“You like?” Zubin asked, his hand slipping down with Xander’, and gently putting pressure on Xander’s cock.

“Uuuhhh…” Xander gasped in, his eyes closing momentarily; when he opened them he leant forwards, kissing Zubin, able to taste the sweetness from the pretzels. He could feel his pulse bounding in his groin now, and he struggled to pull away. “You ready?” It came out as a bit of a growl, desperation ringing in his voice.

“Yeah…” Zubin answered, offering out his hands.

“Oh good,” Xander had almost seized hold of Zubin’s left hand and began to slot it through the loop in the rope and tightened it. “Now…” Xander was almost panting, but he wanted to set their rules. “You’ve got to try and keep that down - no puking, okay?” Zubin looked at Xander, wide-eyed, his stomach was straining, and he didn’t know how he’d manage that.

“I’ll try,” he answered, allowing Xander to maneouvre his other hand into the loop.

“No, no try,” Xander shook his head. “You’ll manage.” He swivelled round to secure Zubin’s ankles, and Zubin caught sight of how hard Xander was.

“Okay,” he agreed, swallowing down a burp as Xander turned back, straddling over Zubin’s thighs and leaning down to kiss him. Zubin felt the pressure on his belly, but tried to ignore it as he kissed back. His hands were tied to either side of his head, and the knots on his ankles forced his legs to be spread apart. He felt incredibly vulnerable - yet at the same time, he could feel himself getting hard, especially as Xander’s cock pressed into the soft flesh of his belly.

“You… are… phenomenal!” Xander punctuated his words with soft kisses down the side of Zubin’s neck, making his back arch as his skin tingled.

“Brruuuuuarrrrrrrpp!” Zubin couldn’t stop the burp, and his stomach let out an ominous gurgle.

“Keep it down,” Xander’s lips vibrated against Zubin’s skin.

“Rub my belly - please?” Zubin begged, his stomach felt like it was throbbing as he peered at Xander.

“Oh? You want me to…?” Xander’s hand ghosted over his flesh, and Zubin groaned. “What do you want?”

“Please!” Zubin repeated. “Brruuuurrp!” Zubin was straining forwards, and the burp turned into a heave; he clamped his mouth shut and swallowed, his eyes watering.

“Good boy…” Xander had clearly felt the start of the heave, and as a reward he rubbed both hands across Zubin’s stomach.

“Xand…” Zubin breathed, he wiggled where he lay, trying to indicate that he wanted Xander inside him. “Please - don’t tease me!”

“You want it?”

“Yes!” Zubin gasped, swallowing back as another heave threatened to overwhelm him.

“Okay,” Xander didn’t need much persuading, and he lubed up his fingers before reaching down to stretch Zubin.

“Oh! Oh… Oh!” Zubin moaned, bucking his hips involuntarily, which caused his stomach to slosh and he clamped his mouth shut as he gagged. Xander had paused, watching the struggle his boyfriend was going through, and feeling his heart go double speed in his chest. Finally Zubin took a gasping breath in.

“Well done!” He began to prepare himself. “You fought so hard - God, you’re fucking sexy…”

“Just-” Zubin gasped, trying to spread his legs further.

“Ready?” It wasn’t a question, Xander didn’t wait for it to be answered. He leant forwards and pushed in, kissing Zubin’s neck again as he did so.

“Oh…” Xander breathed out, his heart felt like it’d exploded. “Oh, Zu…” He moved slowly, gently - hearing Zubin’s ragged breathing. Zubin’s eyes closed as he felt Xander inside him; then Xander pushed hard, and Zubin felt a flood of liquid into the back of his mouth, and he had to swallow. He had to keep it down.

“Brrp!” A small belch popped into Zubin’s closed mouth, and he felt himself heave again. Stars were popping in his closed eyes as he felt Xander thrust again, he felt the slosh inside his belly and knew he wasn’t going to manage Xander’s request. “Xand-hhrrk!” Zubin heaved as Xander thrusted; chills were running down his spine, and he felt his over bloated belly tense.

“Bllluuuuuhhhaarrrrggg!” Zubin had barely been able to take a breath in before he felt his throat widen, and up came a fierce rush of sick. It splattered across Xander’s chest and down onto his own chest. There was a moment’s pause where both of them took in what had just happened; then Xander began moving again, harder and faster. “S-sorry…” Zubin stammered out, his mouth tasted bitter.

“Do it again,” the words tumbled from Xander in a breathless rush; his eyes were closed, and he panted slightly.

“What?”

“Do - it- again!” He was still pushing, hard and fast; and Zubin allowed his belly to get jostled by the movement until:

“Hmmmmmmbbblluuurrrrrrrkkk!” Another gush of puke burst up and hit them both again.

“Oh fuck - yes!” Xander breathed, his eyes snapping open and he leant down to kiss Zubin, not seeming to care that his mouth was still coated in sick. “Oh god Zu…”

“You…?” Zubin wanted to check that he wasn’t angry, but Xander had reached up to untie Zubin’s hands.

“Need you - on top of me,” he struggled, his eyes burning. He managed to unfasten Zubin’s hands, but didn’t care about his feet, they were loose enough for some maneouvrability.

Zubin’s stomach still felt oppressively heavy as Xander managed to roll him on top of him; his stomach let out a loud gurgle and he clutched his hand to it.

“No - no hands,” Xander pulled Zubin’s hand away, planting it firmly onto the mattress and beginning to pick up a rhythm again.

“Still hurts…” Zubin pouted down at Xander, with each thrust he felt his belly lurch.

“Puke on me,” Xander asked pleadingly.

“What?”

“Puke on me!” It was him begging now, his eyes open and desperate.

“Brruuurrrpp!” Zubin opened his mouth, but all that came up was a wet belch. “Ugh, push my belly?”

Xander put his hand up and pressed it into Zubin’s flesh, thrusting simultaneously.

“Hyyyggggeeuuuurrrrrgggllee!” A copious wave of puke cascaded from Zubin’s mouth, landing squarely on Xander’s chest. He’d barely taken a breath in before another wave was flooding from him, pouring from his mouth and nose. “Hlllleeeuuuurrrkkkllee!”

Xander’s head was thrown back, his eyes rolling in ecstasy as he thrusted, and Zubin burped another mouthful up onto his chet.

“Oh fuck, you’re perfect…” Xander gasped.

“Blllluuuurrrkkklllee!” More sick came up, Zubin could feel his stomach becoming emptier - his muscles clenching tighter.

“Ah - I’m gonna…” Xander’s voice was trembling, as he gave three sharp short thrusts, then went limp, breathing hard. His eyes were closed, but he reached his hand up and pulled Zubin down to kiss him.

Zubin laid gently down beside Xander - aware that they were both coated in his stomach contents; Xander’s eyes flickered open, and he touched his fingers to Zubin’s cheek.

“You - Zu… amazing!” He breathed.

“You liked that?” Zubin asked.

“Fuck - fuck yeah!” He nodded. “You were fantastic!” Zubin smiled, happy that Xander had enjoyed it.

“Good,” he whispered.

Xander’s eyes locked intensely onto Zubin’s, and he said:

“Now I get to finish you - in the shower?”

“Oh fuck, please!”

[lickstynine]

Siofra ate about a gallon of ice cream, six cupcakes, and a package of Oreos, and washed it down with a two-liter. She’s kinda having fun with it, but she’s also starting to feel really sick. Mighta gone a bit too far.

[lickstynine]

Sickly Sweet

A/N: A gift for the lovely @emetoandotherthings. She wanted some super indulgent kinky pukey Luke, and I was more than happy to oblige. I hope this came out to your liking, friend.

If you hadn’t guessed, there’s graphic descriptions of sex and vomit ahead. you’ve been warned.

Even though he was excited, Nate couldn’t help but be nervous. He’d been looking at emeto shit online for years, but he’d never had a chance to try it with someone before. Now, he looked at the spread laid out on the table, and anticipation sent a shiver down his spine.

Knowing Luke liked sweets, especially strawberry, Nate had gone all out, buying a two-liter of strawberry Fanta, a strawberry cheesecake, strawberry cupcakes, a gallon of strawberry ice cream, and fresh strawberries with dipping chocolate. He thought he might have gone a little overboard, but at worst, Luke just wouldn’t eat it all. At least this way, they’d have options.

Just as he was finishing laying out the food, the front door opened. Luke had spent the day out shopping, and they strolled in the door with freshly-done nails, wearing a new outfit - a flowy floral romper, cut high in the back to show off their ass, with a woven brown belt and matching strappy sandals.

“Mon amour, I’m home!” They chirped, setting down their shopping bags by the door. Luke hurried over to hug Nate, and as they pulled away, their gaze shifted to the table. “Whoa… is that for me?”

“Yeah. I got some stuff I thought you’d like. I figured you could eat to your heart’s content, and then we could have a little fun.” Nate grinned, one hand sliding down Luke’s back to squeeze their ass. They squealed, cheeks going red.

“Ooh, yes!” Luke clapped, unbuckling the thick belt from their waist. “This is just gonna get in my way.” They tossed it aside, sitting down at the table, eyes wide with excitement. “What do you want me to eat first?”

“I think you should start with the cheesecake. I bet you can finish it if you try.”

Luke gasped. “Ooh, you think so?” They grabbed a fork, pulling the cheesecake closer.

Nate smirked. “I know so.” He sat beside them, taking the fork and feeding them bite after bite of rich, creamy cake. About two thirds of the way through, Luke’s stomach was starting to hurt. The cake was heavy, and that much cream cheese didn’t really agree with them. Nate pressed a hand to their belly, feeling the deep rumbling in their slightly-swollen stomach. “Ooh, that feels rough… Do you want to eat something else for a bit?”

Luke nodded. Nate took a strawberry from the bowl, dipping the tip in creamy chocolate and offering it to them. Luke bit into it at once, smiling at the refreshing tartness. “Oh, these are good!”

“I got the best ones I could find.” Nate smiled, feeding Luke a few more berries before offering them some water. The took a few sips before reaching for the soda.

“Can I have a drink? Please?” They asked, looking at Nate with wide eyes.

“Of course.” He brought the bottle closer, twisting the cap until the seal popped.

Luke took it from him, having to hold the bottle with both hands to lift it. They took small sips at first, but the sweet taste got them excited, and before long, they’d chugged half the bottle. They set it on the table, letting out a big bubbly belch and rubbing their growing belly. “Ooh, that was… wow.”

Nate laughed. “Getting a little carried away, huh?”

Luke nodded sheepishly. “Can I have a cupcake now?”

“Eat one more slice of cheesecake first. I know you can finish it.”

Luke took a deep breath, opening their mouth a Nate offered a forkful of cream cheese and strawberry sauce. They had to eat slowly, the heavy cake sitting like lead in their belly, but they finished the slice. “Cupcake?”

“Yea, go for it.” Nate smiled, pulling the tray of cupcakes closer to Luke. They grabbed one right away, licking off all the frosting before taking a bite of the cake. It didn’t take them long to finish, and they immediately grabbed another. They’d gotten through four cupcakes when they finally paused.

“Ohh, my tummy hurts… Water?”

Nate held the water bottle to their lips, and Luke took tiny sips while he massaged their gurgling belly. Their stomach was huge against their thin frame, straining against the fabric of their romper. Nate chuckled. “We need to get you undressed before you tear your pretty clothes.”

Luke nodded, moving cooperatively as Nate slipped the romper off of them. Beneath it, they were wearing a lacy teal bandeau with matching panties, and the jewelry in their nipples and navel matched as well. Between the bands of colourful lace, their stomach was a massive, pink-tinged swell. They looked easily five or six months pregnant, and their belly was rumbling audibly. Nate looked them up and down, a wide smile on his face. He kissed their belly, making a trail up their chest and neck until he got to their cheek.

“You look gorgeous. Think you can eat a little more for me?”

Even though their stomach already felt full to bursting, Luke nodded. They regretted it right away when Nate started feeding them the last slice of cheesecake. Every bite made their belly gurgle and groan, but they kept going until the last crumb of graham cracker crust was gone, promptly letting out a deep, rumbling burp.

Nate grinned, his palm still rubbing circles on their stomach. “That was hot. I bet you’ve got a little more room in you now. Let’s try some ice cream.” He scooped almost a pint of it into a big bowl, topping it with some of the fresh berries and melted chocolate. Setting the bowl in front of Luke, Nate handed them a spoon. “I want you to eat the whole thing. It’s okay if it takes a while, but you have to finish it. I’ll be right here.”

He moved Luke from the seat beside him into his lap, so he could massage their belly with both hands. They let out another massive belch, obediently scooping up a spoonful of ice cream and chocolate. It tasted great, but felt thick and slimy as they swallowed. It took quite a bit of chewing to get each strawberry down, but Luke eventually emptied the bowl, leaning back against Nate with a groan.

“Ohh, my tummy really hurts… I feel so full.”

Nate hummed softly, rubbing his hands over their belly and pressing in just a little bit. Luke let out a huge burp, and it left the taste of strawberry in their mouth. Nate chuckled, leaning down to nip their earlobe before whispering, “Alright, you can be finished… as soon as you drink the rest of the soda.”

Luke eyed the remaining liter of sugary red fizz. Just thinking about it made their stomach gurgle ominously. Another wet burp slipped past their lips, and they reached for the bottle with shaky hands. They took slow sips this time, pausing frequently to burp and beg for belly rubs, but eventually the soda was gone, and Luke’s stomach was full to bursting, burbling and letting out audible groans.

Nate smiled. “You did great, habib.” One of his hands slid from their stomach down into their panties, and he gently caressed them as he spoke. “I think you deserve some fun now.”

Luke moaned, bucking their hips against Nate’s hand. He gave them one more teasing stroke before pulling away to pick them up, and he carried Luke to the bathroom, setting them gently on the floor.

“I’ll be right back. Just be patient, okay?”

They nodded.

Nate returned a few moments later, wearing nothing but a massive red strap-on. Luke’s eyes went wide with excitement, especially as he pulled a bottle of lube from the cabinet.

“Are you ready?”

They nodded eagerly, and Nate pulled Luke into his lap, sliding their panties off down their smooth, pale legs. He grabbed their ass, giving it a gentle squeeze before beginning to prep them. Luke moaned and squirmed against Nate, their swollen belly rumbling against his abs. He smirked, nipping at their neck as he slipped another finger into their ass. Luke moaned louder, arching their back and pressing against him.

He kissed and bit their neck while he worked, and when Luke was ready to fit the massive toy, Nate turned them around, setting them on their knees in front of the bathtub. Luke leaned forward, their head hanging over the tub and their ass in the air. Nate thrust the strap-on inside them, and they gasped, bucking their hips against his.

Nate wrapped both hands around Luke’s midsection, giving their belly a firm squeeze. They groaned, belching up a wave of frothy reddish vomit. Luke was quivering, overwhelmed by the intense combination of nausea and arousal. They kept their legs spread, moaning loudly as Nate pressed their belly and hit their G-spot at the same time. They burped again, splattering the porcelain with gooey pink puke. The next wave was chunkier, with pieces of cake and undigested strawberry.

Luke groaned, burping hollowly over the tub as Nate eased the pressure on their stomach. He slipped one hand under their bandeau, tweaking their nipples. Luke squeaked and moaned, thrusting their hips back towards Nate’s, and they let out a tiny wail as he caressed their rock-hard erection. His touch was teasingly light, and he slowed his thrusts as well. They squirmed against him, begging and pleading for him to fuck them properly. Nate made them beg for a while before finally obliging, leaning them back over the tub and hammering into them with all his might.

Luke moaned and panted, their cheeks growing red as they neared orgasm. However, the increased movement made their belly lurch, and without warning, they projectile vomited chunky pink sick all over the tub. Nate grinned, feeling Luke go tense as they threw up. His hands returned to their stomach, and he could feel Luke’s poor belly churning and hitching under his touch. He pressed forcefully into their stomach, and Luke vomited violently again, burping up a few smaller waves of puke after the initial gush.

From the way Luke was moaning between burps, Nate could tell they were close to climax. He continued to thrust into them, one hand pressing their belly and one stroking their cock. Luke came just as another huge gush of vomit poured out of them, and the drooped over the tub, limp and panting and letting out tiny, queasy burps.

Nate grinned, pulling out of them and setting the strap-on aside. He sat behind Luke, holding them gently now, one hand rubbing their back and the other tenderly caressing their belly. Luke was still a bit wobbly, and their thighs and tummy were splattered with cum. Nate held them close as they continued to throw up, burping and groaning and looking rather grey as their heartbeat slowed. Nate’s hand massaged steady circles into their still-swollen stomach, and he murmured reassurances as they belched up more chunky puke. They continued to retch for a while, bringing up smaller gushes until they seemed to be done.

Nate helped Luke to sit up, leaning them back against his chest. His heart was still pounding - even after Luke had finished, they had still looked so hot puking into the tub. Their belly had gotten much smaller, but it was still more bloated than usual, and Nate could feel the sickly rumbles coming from their stomach.

“Oh, habib… you did great.” He smiled. Luke smiled weakly back at him.

“I did?”

“Of course. Let’s get you cleaned up and to bed, okay?” Nate rinsed all the vomit out of the tub before slipping off Luke’s bandeau and guiding them into the shower. He stood with them for support, gently scrubbing them and washing their hair. Halfway through shampooing, Luke let out a wet belch, promptly vomiting a mouthful of slimy pink sick onto Nate’s chest. Their face went red, but as they opened their mouth to apologize, Nate shushed them.

“Hey, it’s okay. It washes right off. And that was really hot.” He rinsed the soap from Luke’s hair, holding them close and rubbing their back. “If you’re still feeling sick, go ahead and throw up. You don’t have to hold it back.”

Luke let out a few small gurgly burps, gagging forcefully until a stream of pinkish puke splattered onto the bottom of the tub. Nate patted their back, holding them steady and rubbing their belly again when they were done. 

“There you go. Are you done?”

“Um… I… I don’t know. I’m not gonna throw up right now, but I don’t think I’m empty.” Luke cradled the tender swell of their belly, feeling it churn and gurgle as it struggled to digest what was left inside.

Nate nodded. “That’s fine. We’ll get you dried off and dressed, and we can put a trash can by the bed. That way, you can get some rest, but it’s right there if you need to be sick again.”

“O.. okay.” Luke gave a tiny nod, leaning against Nate while he turned off the water and wrapped them in a towel.

They were quiet and subdued, exhausted after being fucked silly and puking their guts out, but they smiled whenever their eyes met Nate’s. He put them in some soft, comfy pajamas and carried them to bed, tucking them in and setting a trash can by the nightstand.

Luke dozed off quickly, but they only slept for about half an hour before waking up to vomit. Nate helped them up, leaning them over the side of the bed just in time for them to puke chunks of cheesecake into the trash. He stood by them the whole time, rubbing their back and holding them steady.

“I’m sorry you’re feeling so sick, habib… I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Luke shook their head, sitting up and leaning against the headboard when they finished throwing up. “No, I… I like it. I like it when you take care of me. I’m actually really turned on right now…” They admitted, their cheeks burning red.

“You are?” Nate raised his eyebrows in delighted surprise.

“Yeah. Join me in bed and I’ll show you.”

[lickstynine]

Eppie and the SHEEF

A/N: A collab with the lovely @emetoandotherthings, featuring her Eppie and my Siofra. This was really fun to write! It’s also full of sex and vomit, so if that’s not your thing, run away now.

When Eppie had gone to the Pride Festival last week, she had been expecting a good time and maybe a sunburn. She certainly hadn’t expected one of the performers to hit on her after their set, and she definitely hadn’t expected to end up sleeping with the girl. But the cherry on top of the surprise sundae had come a few nights ago - she and Siofra had been hanging out, drinking, and gotten to talking about kinks.

Upon finding out her new fling was into emeto, Eppie nearly shit herself. She was starting to wonder if she’d passed out from heatstroke at Pride and been hallucinating since. But this was no hallucination, and now she had a date set for tonight that was going to end in the best possible way.

Siofra was starting to regret telling Eppie to surprise her with a restaurant. How was she supposed to know what to wear if she didn’t know where she was going? She’d look like an idiot showing up to a greasy spoon in a cocktail dress, but going somewhere fancy in jeans and a tank top would be worse.

She ended up settling on a knee-length aqua dress that cinched tight around her waist, pushing up her cleavage and flaring out around her full hips. She had a headband, strappy sandals, and some simple jewelry, with a denim jacket tucked in her bag in case she needed to dress down a bit. She put on a basic winged liner and a bright red lipstick before patting Finny goodbye and heading out to meet Eppie.

Eppie was nervous; she’d wrung her hands so many times they’d turned red. This was new - different. It wasn’t often she ended up with a girl, not really - and everything about that difference seemed to be magnified in her head as she shuffled from foot to foot, waiting. Everyone liked Italian food - didn’t they? She bit her lip, hoping she wasn’t woefully wrong as she stood outside the door to the restaurant she’d made a reservation at; a waiter was eyeing her through the window, but she tried to avoid his gaze - she was waiting for Siofra so they could go in together.

It wasn’t long before Siofra arrived, her strawberry curls bouncing against the back of his bright blue dress. She waved when she saw Eppie, her sandals smacking the sidewalk as she ran up.

“Hey! How are ya? Ya look… ya look great.” Siofra smiled, looking Eppie up and down with shining eyes.

“So do you!” Eppie grinned nervously, then voiced the worry she’d had for a while.”You do like Italian food, don’t you?”

“I like all food.” Siofra flashed a wily grin. “I’ll eat just about anything that doesn’t eat me first!”

“Great!” Eppie sighed in relief, gripping her hand around the cold metal door handle, pulling it open and gesturing for Siofra to go in.

Siofra sauntered in, taking a deep breath. The scent of garlic and tomatoes hung in the air, and her face lit up. “Fuck me, I’m starving already!”

“Me too,” Eppie handed over her jacket to the waiter, her arms hung slightly limply at her side as she didn’t know whether to reach out for Siofra’s hand or not. Eventually, she nodded as they sat at a table, “let’s get choosing - I’m really hungry.”

Siofra answered the question by taking Eppie’s hand as they walked to the table. “I’ve never been here before. D'ya know what’s good?” She asked.

“Literally everything,” Eppie said emphatically, “it’s why I picked it! You should pick whatever you want to…” Eppie faded off as a second, her cheeks going a little pink.

Siofra grinned. “Perfect. How much d'ya want me to get?” She raised a brow, giving Eppie a sly smile.

Eppie leant forward, resting her elbow on the table and put her head in her hand as she stared across at Siofra. “How much can you handle?”

“You’d be surprised.” Siofra smirked. “I could eat you in an evenin’, if I had enough salt and butter.”

“Oh, we’ll see, shall we?” Eppie moved her head back, still keeping her eyes fixed on Siofra.

Siofra grinned. “That we will. I wanna start with the three-cheese tortellini and gnocchi soup. Then chicken parmesan, and maybe some meatballs. And of course plenty of breadsticks in between.”

“Aah, going for smooth over spice?” Eppie grinned again, wishing her cheeks would stop flushing and giving her away.

“For sure. I only like spicy if it’s stayin’ down.” Siofra replied. “Anything I missed that I should try?”

“I think you’ve got a good start,” Eppie shrugged, “I mean - we’ve got time… and there is a dessert menu!”

Siofra grinned. “You’re right. How could I forget?” The waiter arrived with bread, and her face lit up.

“You ready?” Eppie nodded across at her, and the grin on Siofra’s face said it all. “Let’s do this!”

Siofra had to call the waiter back for a second tray of breadsticks before their appetizers even came out. She sucked down the soup in a matter of minutes and began tearing into the tortellini. Though her stomach was starting to round out against the stretchy fabric of her dress, she had yet to slow. Eppie was more cautious, barely touching her own plate as she  watched Siofra’s teeth bite clean through the pasta and swallow. This was almost torture already.

When she finished the tortellini, Siofra leaned back in her seat with a groan. “Well, that was a good first course. My chicken better be here soon.” She smirked, winking at Eppie and sipping her sprite.

“You… “ Eppie’s voice quaked with excitement. “How you feeling?”

“Full. Belly’s startin’ to rumble a little. Not even close to done.” Siofra rubbed her stomach with one hand, grinning at the waiter as he arrived with her chicken parmesan.

“You’ll let me know if you’re too full, won’t you?” She asked subtly.

“Course. But that’ll be a while.” Siofra grabbed her knife, slicing through cheese, chicken, and tomato and shoving a big bite in her mouth. She chewed for a while before swallowing and smiling. “That’s good!” The rest of the chicken went down quickly, and she asked the waiter for spaghetti and meatballs, picking off another batch of breadsticks and two more glasses of Sprite in the meantime. She looked about three months pregnant now, her stomach rounded out and stretching the (thankfully forgiving) fabric of her dress.

“Are - are you enjoying it?” Eppie couldn’t contain her excitement now, her cheeks burning and her heartrate speeding up as she thought about how packed Siofra’s belly was becoming.

Siofra nodded. “I’m havin’ a blast. Eatin’ is a hobby’o mine. Hell, half the reason I work out is so I can eat more.”

“Ah, workin’ out - I’d like to see you do that some time,” Eppie winked.

“I’ll show ya my favourite kind of cardio later tonight.” Siofra winked back.

“Gosh,” Eppie fanned her face with her hand. “I’d love that!”

Siofra grinned. “I know ya will. Ooh, look what’s comin’.” Her eyes locked on the waiter approaching with her spaghetti.

“This is really good!” Eppie told her, pointing at the plate. “You’re bound to love this!”

As predicted, Siofra did love the spaghetti, and she sucked it down at an impressive rate while her stomach swelled in response. She emptied the plate, leaning back in her chair and muffling a huge burp into her napkin. “Oh, fuck me, I’m full… that means it’s time for dessert.” She rubbed a hand gingerly across her belly, which was painfully taut and round.

“Mmmm!” Eppie let out a high pitched squeak, trying to hold back the sight of Siofra’s hand resting on her belly was subtly arousing - she was meant to be in charge this evening, she couldn’t just melt like some of the butter in Siofra’s spaghetti dish.

“Whaddaya think I should have first?” Siofra asked, holding out the dessert menu so Eppie could see.

“You like chocolate?” Eppie asked quickly. “Cause they have an amazing chocolate fondue!”

Siofra nodded emphatically. “I love chocolate!”

“So do I! Sooo much!” Eppie grinned.

“Then I think we need a lotta fondue.” Siofra declared.

“Great! That’ll do us both good,” Eppie said, “y’know what they say about chocolate after all!”

Siofra nodded cheerfully. While they waited for their fondue to arrive, she was putting on a bit of a show, rubbing her belly and arching her back to make it stick out more. Eppie, on the other hand, was biting her lip, trying her best not to let it show how much Siofra’s actions were affecting her; after all, she was meant to be the one in charge.

Siofra smirked, but she sucked in her stomach and sat up a little when the waiter rounded the corner. She still had some dignity.

“Do you prefer fruit or sweets?” Eppie asked, picking up a skewers almost as soon as the waiter laid down the platter on the table.

“I like both. I’ll take whatever tastes best comin’ up.”

Eppie skewered a marshmallow, then half a strawberry, then another marshmallow, before dipping it in to the melted chocolate pot.

“Here,” Eppie held her other hand up to try and avoid dropping chocolate everywhere as she held out the skewer towards Siofra’s mouth, “try this.”

Siofra bit the fruit and marshmallow off the skewer, chewing and licking chocolate from her lips. “Oh, that’s good!”

“Told you!” Eppie grinned. “I never get to get this whenever I’m here, cause it really needs two people and no one likes it as much as I do…”

Siofra laughed. “Well I’ll gladly meet ya for fondue again. I’m always ready to eat.” She stuffed another chocolate strawberry in her mouth.

“I’ll look forward to it!”

Siofra smiled at Eppie, slowly licking chocolate off her lips between bites. She mostly ate fruit, struggling to stomach the marshmallows when she was already so full. By the time the fondue was gone, her dress was stretched nearly to its limits, and her stomach was sticking out easily twice as far as her breasts.

“Mm, I ate an awful lot…” She murmured, rubbing her stomach and letting out a low burp. “‘M feelin’ pretty sick…”

“You don’t think you could cope with any more?” Eppie asked, waggling another strawberry in front of her face.

Siofra swallowed down a burp, groaning and rubbing her stomach. “Fuck… I dunno.” She opened her mouth anyway.

“Last one,” Eppie held it out instantly towards Siofra, grinning slightly mischievously.

The blonde girl chewed for a long time before she managed to swallow, and she promptly let out a deep strawberry-flavoured burp. “Ooh, fuck…” Siofra groaned, pressing one hand over her mouth.

“Time to head?” Eppie nodded towards the door. “Or… do you need a moment?”

“Nah, let’s… let’s go. If I wait too long, I’m gonna spew right here.” Siofra slowly and carefully climbed to her feet, grabbing her bag in one hand and cradling her stomach with the other. She swallowed down another burp, shuffling towards the door.

“It’s not far from here,” Eppie told her, swinging her own small backpack onto her back and then reaching out and grabbing Siofra’s hand, pulling it away from her belly.

Siofra took her date’s hand, but she was slow and a bit wobbly as they walked. She paused every so often to muffle a belch into her fist. “Oh, fuck me. I really overdid it…” She was growing pale as they walked, her freckles sticking out like flecks of cinnamon on white icing.

“”We’re nearly there,” Eppie tugged her on further, “and I think you should lie down straight away - none of this “getting ready” nonsense, okay?”

Siofra nodded, stopping to lean against a building and take a breath. “Yeah, sounds… sounds good.” she burped again, this one long and ominously wet.

“Bwuaaarruulllpp! …oh, fuck me. That didn’t feel good.”

Eppie stopped alongside her, resting her hand on the small of Siofra’s back, but her voice sounded as hard as steel when she spoke: “But you can hold it.”

Siofra felt a shiver run down the length of her spine, and she smirked. “I can.” She nodded, standing up a bit straighter and continuing on their walk. Eppie was fumbling in her own pocket as they rounded the corner and she halted outside a large green painted door.

“We’re here,” she told Siofra, “you’ll have to manage the stairs though.”

Siofra sucked her teeth. “Oh, Christ. This may actually be the death of me. Put it on my tombstone, ‘died well-fed and ready to fuck’.”

“How about ‘fleshy, full and fellatio ready?’” Eppie teased, almost pulling Siofra up the first couple of stairs.

Siofra snorted. “That’s amazing. I want that as a tattoo. Right above my arse.” She grinned, wrapping one arm around her stomach to keep it from sloshing too much as she climbed.

“I’d ask front or back but I think I already know,” Eppie laughed, slipping her hand round Siofra’s arm while getting her key ready in the other hand; she slotted it into the lock and turned it, then held the door open for Siofra. “It’s the first door on the left.”

“Thanks.” Siofra was holding her stomach with both hands now, slowly shuffling inside. “God, if this is anything like bein’ pregnant, I never want kids.” She groaned, whining and being dramatic even though she was enjoying herself.

“I’d not know,” Eppie said, closing her bedroom door behind her. “Come on,” she pulled Siofra over to the bed and made her sit down. “I wanna see.”

Siofra plunked down at once, turning so Eppie could reach the zipper of her dress. As her belly was released from the tube of fabric, it settled against her thighs, round and bloated. “BrruuaaaHUURP!” she leaned against Eppie, moaning and rubbing her stomach. “Oh, god, I feel sick…”

“Fuck me hen…” A shiver had run up Eppie’s spine and she couldn’t take her eyes off of Siofra’s rounded belly; she reached out and pulled her hands away. “No hands - you’re not allowed to use your hands.”

Siofra whined, looking up at Eppie with her lips pouted. “I’m not? Then you have to rub my belly. It hurts…”

“Of course, it’s my job…” Eppie was motioning for Siofra to move further up the bed so her back was leaning against the headboard. “Your job is to keep it down.”

Siofra pressed her lips together, and her cheeks puffs out with another sour burp. “I’m not sure how long I can do that…” she admitted. “I feel… I feel pretty close to bein’ sick…” She burped again, clamping one hand over her mouth. Nothing came up, but it felt perilous. She swallowed forcefully, taking a deep breath and leaning back against the headboard. “But I’ll do my best.”

“Hmm, I think you can do better than your best,” Eppie grinned, she was lying on her side, propped up against the headboard, and was sure she could feel the heat radiating from her. Eppie squeezed her legs together, already feeling a stirring down in her groin, it was too early - she had to hold on like Siofra would. “You ready for a belly rub?”

Siofra nodded, taking a deep breath and steadying herself against the headboard. Her stomach was already rumbling fiercely, and she was afraid any added pressure might make her sick. But Eppie’s fingertips almost danced lightly across her skin, barely touching her. Siofra shivered, squirming and groaning. She let out a big, wet belch that ended in a low moan, and her whole belly shook.

“Fuck… do that again,” Eppie asked, breathless.

“Press on my belly. Just… just a little.” Siofra told her. She knew if she tried to make herself burp, she’d probably end up puking everywhere. Eppie splayed her hand over Siofra’s gut, her large hand covering the front; she could feel the warmth as she pressed very gently in. The pressure forced up a bubble of gas, and Siofra felt the contents of her stomach shift as she let out another deep belch.

“Brrruuuaaalllcch!” Siofra moaned, and her stomach gurgled ominously. “Ooh, fuck…” She groaned. “That didn’t feel good. God, my belly hurts…”

Eppie had let out a shiver, rolling onto her back and leaning her head back with her eyes closed; she was meant to be in charge here, calling the shots, yet the lump at her crotch was already visibly straining against her trousers. Siofra could see it, and she smirked, running one hand up the inside of Eppie’s thigh. 

“Excited, are we?”

“Fuck…!” Eppie breathed, then she rolled away from Siofra’s hand and stood at the edge of the bed, her fingers trembling as she unbuttoned her jeans. “Plans changin’… I’m gonna need to fuck you - you good with that?”

Siofra laughed. “‘Course I am. I’m all yours.” She spread her legs, her panties already drenched, but she also opened her mouth and waggled her tongue at Eppie. “Use whatever hole ya like. Dealer’s choice.”

“God,” Eppie had pulled her trousers and pants down roughly, exposing her penis which was already hard. She was breathing hard as she fumbled on the top of the drawer for a condom, ripping open the packet and deftly sliding it on. “Okay…” She was clambering back onto the bed, her eyes ablaze with desire. “Rules - I get to set the rhythm…”

Siofra nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” She wiggled her hips, and the movement shook her belly, making her burp again. “Brrruuurrruuaaarrrp!”

“Good,” Eppie was positioning herself, pushing Siofra’s legs wider apart. “And you’ve still got to keep it down - no puking till I say so.”

Siofra swallowed forcefully, spreading her legs obediently. Every shift and nudge jostled her gurgling stomach, and she had to swallow down the taste of bile and chocolate, her cheeks puffing out with another burp. As Eppie drew closer, she could hear Siofra’s belly churning and burbling, desperately trying to digest everything inside it. The blonde girl was quivering faintly, and a reddish flush spread across her taut, freckled belly, making her look like a ripe strawberry.

“You are beautiful, y’know that?” Eppie whispered,  she was mere inches away from Siofra’s face; she gripped the base of her cock to be able to guide it in.

Siofra’s face went red, but she grinned, leaning up to kiss Eppie. She moaned loudly as Eppie entered her, arching her back and pulling away to let out a deep belch. “Buuuurruuurrrllp! Ohhhh god…”

Eppie had closed her eyes, but she opened them, wanting to make eye contact as she positioned her hand next to Siofra’s hip. Her own heart thudding as she slowly began to thrust.

“God…” Eppie breathed. “You…”

Siofra could only respond with a moan, bucking her hips in time with Eppie’s. The motion was making her belly churn, and the next wet burp brought a wave of sick halfway up her throat. She swallowed forcefully. “Ohh fuck… I feel sick…”

“Keep it down,” Eppie commanded, she was ghosting her hand across Siofra’s belly as she leant closer to her.

Siofra gulped, her cheeks puffing out as she muffled a wet belch. She moaned and squirmed under Eppie’s touch, the rocking of their hips upsetting her stomach more than ever.

Eppie nuzzled her face in towards Siofra’s neck,  kissing the soft skin; she could hear her laboured breathing, and involuntarily thrusted harder than she’d intended. Siofra’s stomach lurched, and she heaved, clamping both hands over her mouth to keep from throwing up.

“Good girl,” Eppie’s voice was low, vibrating against Siofra’s skin as she could hear her swallowing. “You’re not allowed - not - yet….”  Eppie was breathless as she gave another forceful thrust; she could feel her elbows going shaky from holding herself upright, and her heart racing in anticipation.

The next thrust made Siofra burp, the sound muffled by her hands still covering her mouth. She moaned, her hips bucking against Eppie’s, despite how the movement lurched her belly. Her body jolted with a gag, but she forced it down; her mouth was watering, and she knew she couldn’t hold it much longer.

“You’re doing so well…” Eppie growled; she’d lifted one of her hands and placed it gently on the bulge of Siofra’s belly, sure she could feel her pulse through the taut skin. “Hold it…”

“’m tryin’…” Siofra’s words were strained, and her stomach lurched again under Eppie’s palm. She felt sick rise in her throat, and swallowed hard. Her belly was gurgling furiously, already preparing another heave. Eppie’s eyes were sparkling as she gave a gentle press into Siofra’s flesh, feeling her tighten as she did so.

“Oohhoo…” Eppie panted, warmth pooling in her own abdomen.

Siofra lurched forward, her stomach rebelling too forcefully for her to fight. Vomit spurted between her fingers, spraying Eppie’s chest and dripping down her own front. Her hand fell away from her face, and she coughed, looking apologetically at Eppie. “S… sorry, ma'am. I really tried.”

“Really?” Eppie lightened the touch of her hand, trying her best not to show just how badly she’d enjoyed that moment - Siofra losing. She slowed her rhythm, almost coming to a complete stop, fixing her with a sharp look: “Beg…”

Siofra moaned, longing for Eppie to keep thrusting and help her finish. “Please.”

“Again,” Eppie demanded, splaying her fingers across Siofra’s belly again,  ready to push hard.

“Please, ma'am.” Siofra pleaded, her whole body quivering.

Eppie pushed down, hard, while at the same time thrusting deep inside Siofra, her heart near to exploding with the relief. Siofra moaned, but it quickly turned to a heave, spewing chunky chocolate puke over herself and Eppie. She burped and gagged, bringing up a second wave.

“God, yes…!” Eppie sighed, her head going back as she felt the warmth of the liquid, and pushed again.

The pressure was more than enough to make Siofra throw up again, the warm, soupy liquid dripping down her breasts and over her still-swollen belly. She shuddered, belching and gagging, but struggling to bring up more sick.

“Do - uuh…” Eppie started to speak, but another shiver ran down her back. “Do you need to move position?”

Siofra nodded. “You can flip me over an’ press my belly again… or I could get on my knees, an’ you can gag me… if ya know what I mean.”

Eppie tried to wrap her legs around Siofra’s hips, securing herself on, still wiggling her own hips fractionally.

“We’re gonna roll, okay?” Eppie told her confidently. Siofra nodded, wrapping her arms around Eppier’s neck. Eppie leant in towards her, kissing the soft skin of her neck, before saying: “Ready?”

“Ready.” Siofra confirmed, latching onto Eppie.

It was messy, and not graceful in any way as Eppie used the momentum to roll and pull Siofra with her until she was on top. Both panting slightly, Eppie flexed her legs muscles while holding on, her hand moving back to Siofra’s belly. It was still swollen, churning under Eppie’s touch, and just being on her hands and knees was enough to make Siofra belch.

“Bbrruuuullluuuurrrpp!”

“Come on…” Eppie breathed, her pretence of dominating slipping.

Siofra groaned, letting out another wet burp. “Press my belly…”

Eppie stroked her hand across Siofra’s belly, caressing the skin gently before pushing hard. The combination of pressure and gravity forced up a thick wave of vomit, and Siofra gagged and belched, throwing up twice more on Eppie’s chest.

“Oh god, yes…” Eppie’s arms were quaking as she fastened her hands onto Siofra’s waist, trying hard not to thrust too harshly as warmth engulfed her outside and in.

Siofra was trembling, and she bucked her hips weakly against Eppie, burping and retching until she brought up another smaller wave of sick. Her belly was growing smaller, but it still felt queasy. Eppie hooked her hand around it, and began to rub circles into her flesh.

“Any more?” She was breathless, so near to climax that she almost couldn’t speak for trembling.

“Mm… not su-urrrre….” Siofra trailed off, arching her back as Eppie hit just the right spot. “Oh, mmm…. I’m gonna…. Ohhhhhhh.”

“Mmmm…” Eppie pulled Siofra closer to her so she could feel the warmth of her skin on her own. “This - perfect…”

Siofra nodded, going limp against Eppie. Her face was flushed, a loose, dopey smile draped across her lips. Her heart was pounding, and her belly was gurgling.

“God, your belly even makes gorgeous noises…” Eppie hummed against the skin of Siofra’s neck.

“Thanks… I grew it myself.” Siofra chuckled, belching softly into Eppie’s shoulder.

“You’re bloody amazing, y’know that?” Eppie moved her head so she could look straight into Siofra’s eyes.

Siofra smiled, a little woozy but genuinely flattered. “Mmm… thanks. You’re… you’re pretty great yourself.”

“Here, shall I give you a belly rub?” Eppie said softly, her hand going once again to Siofra’s stomach.

“Ooh, yeah. That sounds real nice. Light touch, though. I don’t wanna spew on ya again…”

“I wouldn’t mind,” Eppie grinned, yet she gently rubbed her hand across Siofra’s flesh. The blonde girl’s stomach was still burbling unhappily, and Eppie’s soft touch coaxed up a deep, sick belch.

“Brrruuaaalllp… ooh, god… my belly…” Siofra groaned, burying her face in the crook of Eppie’s neck.

“Oh babe,” Eppie held her close, “I’ll make it better, it’ll be okay.”

“Keep rubbin’…” Siofra begged, “still feel sick…” her belly lurched under Eppie’s hand, and she burped, a sour taste burning her throat. “Ooooh, fuck…”

Eppie obeyed, her hand moving first in circles, then side to side across Siofra’s stomach. “Is that helping?”

Siofra nodded, her belly rumbling as she let out another wet belch. “Mm… yea, that’s nice.” The next burp turned into a shallow gag, and her stomach muscles clenched. “Fuck… think I’m gonna spew again.”

“‘ts okay,” Eppie reassured, though the feeling of Siofra’s stomach muscles tightening had caused her to take a sharp intake of breath. “If you need to get it up, then let it…”

Siofra gagged again, but nothing came up. She groaned. “Fuck… keep… keep rubbin’ my belly.”

Eppie increased the pressure slightly, her eyes staying fixed on Siofra’s face, watching every flicker of her eyelids and the swallowing in her throat. Siofra groaned, feeling her belly lurch. She let out another sick belch, this one ending in a more productive gag.

“Brrruuuuaaaallcch!”

A mouthful of watery vomit spilled onto Eppie’s chest, and Siofra retched again.

“H’yyeeeuulllcch!”

More puke trickled down Eppie’s pale skin. Siofra heaved a few more times, but she seemed to be empty.

“That’s it…” Eppie breathed, rubbing her hand much more carefully now. “You’ve been a really, really good girl…”

“Mmm… I have?” Siofra smiled, resting her head back on Eppie’s shoulder.

“So good…” Eppie kissed her neck. “The best!”

Siofra nuzzled up to Eppie, yawning softly. “Thanks… you were… you were great, too. We should do this again. But… later. I’m tired.”

“Mmhmm, of course,” Eppie wrapped her arm gently around Siofra, hoping to make her more comfortable, then kissed her forehead. “You rest, amazing girl.”

“Night…” Siofra mumbled. Only moments later, her breathing evened out, and she dozed off, spent and content as she laid against Eppie.

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