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[sickhousemd]

i’ll be moving accs soon!! i wont share my new @ publicly but u can dm me for it and once ive made the acc i will send it to u!!

[gainingbunny]

am I carrying twins or did I just eat 5 plates of dinner🐷

[porkiepoo-deactivated20250624]

[sickhousemd]

read your vegeta ideas and let me raise you: he absolutely refuses to throw up. too proud for it, too humiliating. he holds it in, keeping himself from gagging, until there's no way he can hold it and he loses in in the middle of training

yess yes yes yes!!!!!! hard agree!

[yikessick]

in the dark of the night

here for my wildly unscheduled fic of the season. enjoy!

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Luka blinks slowly as he comes out of the half-awake doze he’s been fighting to stay in for the past few hours when his stomach growls. It’s still dark, and the sheets are tangled around him, unpleasantly damp. His pajamas are also damp with sweat, he realizes, but there’s a chill prickling beneath his skin.

He turns over and pulls the blanket up, burrowing into it and trying to go back to sleep. He’s almost managed it when his stomach growls and gurgles again, this time sending a slow wave of nausea over him. A noise of discomfort slips out of him and he turns over once more, but that only serves to ramp of the churning of his stomach. Luka swallows nervously as heat rolls over him, making him throw off the blanket again.

His stomach clenches a bit, and he curls around it, hoping it’ll settle, but it swirls and gurgles once more, making him feel faint, and saliva is beginning to accumulate beneath his tongue.

With a sigh, Luka sits up and swings his legs over the bed, sitting on the edge with his head in his hands. He’s still half hoping the nausea will ease, but just in case, he gathers his damp hair back into a bun at the base of his neck.

As he does so, his stomach cramps hard, and Luka is suddenly aware that he’s moved past slight queasiness and straight into full-blown nausea, the kind that is dangerously close to sending up his stomach contents. He coughs slightly at the feeling and stands up, feeling the blood drain from his head as he does so.

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[sickhousemd]

i might cave and post eroguro at some point so go ahead and blocl all those tags if u dont lile that lololol

[sickhousemd]

ate way too much by accident

sorry puke is so short. i hope the gagging makes up for it :(

[sickhousemd]

new audio coming later at some point.. not sure if it’ll be very good but i got crossfaded and overate last night haha

[sickhousemd]

i give up. im gonna start sharing my fandom ideas haha

just… him eating something Bad without realizing, and suffering the consequences later. throughout the day he notices a strange tightness in his abdomen and some nausea, but ignores it the way he does most his ailments. if he can fight with an eye almost gone and a limb cut off, he can sit thru some mild discomfort. so he goes about his day. eats his regular enormous meals and trains as normal. it doesnt truly hit him until he’s gone to bed that night and has nothing to distract him anymore. lying in bed miserable until he finally realizes there’s no escaping the inevitable and runs for the nearest toilet, or falls into a fitful sleep just to wake up mid-heave. either way, there’s no way he’s getting any rest that night.

idk lol

[trashytummiez]

Maybe catwomen stuffs herself too much and tries to break into a building while hiding her belches and trying to fit in small spaces with a bloated middle

Selina was usually better about watching what she ate before a job but the poached salmon was just way too good to eat in moderation. Part of her knew she should have held off on the next heist until later that evening but when word came down that the jewels were being moved within the hour she knew she had to pounce like the sly kitty cat she was. But right now the mere thought of pouncing made her ill.

Catwoman was deep inside the underground vault of a criminal collector within Gotham City. She carefully crawled on all fours in her skintight trademark catsuit to avoid making too much noise and alerting any of the many armed guards patrolling the vault. Of all the times to feel so heavy tonight was not one of them.

Even when she crawled Selina's usually perfectly sleek stomach was visibly pushing out after her heavy fishy meal. Catwoman felt the contents of her tummy sloshing about inside of her when she navigated the vault and grimaced unpleasantly.

There was a patrol on standby that she needed to bypass so she pressed her back against a pillar and waited until he left the area. But as she waited her stomach churned audibly. She silently hissed and hugged her bloated little tummy in a desperate effort to keep the guard from hearing her gastric distress.

As if the gurgling wasn't enough now Selina could feel a pressure building in her chest.

Oh no.

As if things couldn't get any worse. It seems Selina's stomach was hellbent on making its displeasure heard because Catwoman could feel a burp desperately trying to creep its way up her throat. She clenched her eyes shut and swallowed down so nothing would worm its way up. It was a deeply unpleasant feeling that made her chest and throat hurt but it at least caused the pressure to subside back down in her tummy if only temporarily.

Catwoman silently huffed feeling a little nauseous from withholding the pressure like that. But it paid off when the guard standing by finally passed and gave Selina a window to slip past his line of sight and behind some shelves. She cringed when her belly erupted with a sickly burble but tried to ignore it again because she'd need to squeeze between several precious crates of cargo to get to her destination.

This would normally be easy peasy for Catwoman. But while her tummy wasn't super bloated it still stuck out enough that it could be a tighter fit.

Dammit Wayne. You just had to show a girl a good time... Selina cursed her date internally.

She tried to suck in her stomach as much as she could but doing so made her feel sick. There wasn't much she could do except bare the brunt of things. So Catwoman took a silent breath and tried to slip through the cracks between the cargo. Just as she'd feared she was too bloated and because of that her tummy was being squeezed by the cargo. It was such an unbearably tight fit because of the added weight to her stomach and all that pressure against her belly wasn't doing anything for Catwoman's growing bout of nausea.

There was so much pressure being applied to her belly as she navigated that it began to gurgle anew. Selina cringed because she had to burp so badly. She could feel the pressure mounting up her chest while she tried to squeeze her way through. At first she tried to hold it down like before but because her belly was being pressed by the cargo she couldn't get the gas down in time and had to muffle it in her mouth. Catwoman clamped her hand over her mouth as a deep burp rumbled in her mouth so hard her soft cheeks puffed out.

And unfortunately the sound was just loud enough to get one guard asking, "Did you hear something?"

Selina cursed to herself and moved faster and faster which made her feel greener and greener but she managed to slip through the cargo just in time to avoid the flashlight of an approaching guard. When he passed by out of sight Catwoman's turbulent tummy groaned heavily which caused her to cringe again. Catwoman grabbed her belly and muffled what sounded like a really big burp that almost worked its way out of her mouth.

She blushed profusely and nearly audibly excused herself for how big that was because she was typically far more "ladylike" some of her peers in the Rogues gallery of Gotham.

Fortunately it didn't catch anyone's attention. So she very quickly but quietly made her way to the heart of the vault and found the jewels. They were locked behind an automated system which she very fortunately knew how to hack after a favor for Nygma. She disabled the security measure just long enough to swap the jewels for very convincing fakes.

She just had to escape now.

Selina couldn't alert anyone to her presence or else the entire job was bust. The truth couldn't break until the fakes were long out of Gotham. But the fast pace of her sneaking around was murder on her stomach which was bubbling even more heavily in response.

Catwoman couldn't even crawl on all fours anymore because she had to have one arm wrapped around her bloated belly the whole way out in order to silence it as best she could.

Having to hold in the gas wasn't making matters any easier either. She held the burps trying to squeeze their way up down in her tummy for as long as she could whenever guards were nearby. When Catwoman had made her way past enough of them to be a little more isolated she tried to bring herself as much relief as she quietly could. Catwoman grabbed her taut bulging tummy in one hand and firmly wrapped her other hand over her mouth and squinted when a rumbly burp erupted in her mouth and made her cheeks puff. She maintained that pose when another longer burp rumbled in her mouth for about three seconds. Even after a big one like that another long burp came dangerously close to escaping her lush lips.

Selina blushed even harder than she'd blushed in years. She felt so gross and had to remember to get payback on the restaurant one night for making her tummy such a wreck.

When she was done burping Selina continued on. Once again she was forced to squeeze through crates and crawl in some very tight corners which compressed her bloated stomach intensely. It was so hard not to burp or worse whenever she was moving through those cramped spots. But she always managed to hold it in long enough to wait until there was space between her and the guards to stifle the release of whatever pressure she could in her limited time windows.

It was messy but Selina was still Catwoman and Catwoman never let any obstacles keep her from her prizes and her freedom. No matter how much her stomach hated her right now for it.

She finally managed to break out of the vault as carefully as she had entered and ended up safely outside on the rooftops. Selina breathed a heavy sigh of relief with a hand atop her pooching little tummy.

"Finally! Unnngh what a pain in the aaAAAAAHOOOOORRRHP!!!!!"

Selina's stomach cut her off by causing a deep raunchy burp to finally forced its way past Selina's lips. She blushed as red as Poison ivy's hair and held her belly tightly when it churned. Catwoman hunched and held a hand over her mouth like she was going to be sick. A big one was coming and despite her best efforts Selina couldn't hold back what was the loudest burp she had ever uttered in her whole life.

BBRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPP!!!!!!!!!!

It was a very good thing she was a few buildings away from the vault by that point because every one of the guards would've heard that one.

Poor Selina couldn't help sigh with intense relief. Despite how embarrassingly unladylike that was it felt so good to finally get out. She gently rubbed her tummy and felt it gurgling a little less.

"Nnnnnf...excuse me..." Selina finally uttered.

Next time she and Bruce went on a date she was getting a salad. Poached salmon did not taste as good coming up as it did going down.

[tummyachesandchocolatecakes]

Imagine...

Your naked partner has stuffed themselves to the max, and then kept going. Their stomach is hugely distended, swollen to the point of agony. But they keep going. You can hear the heaviness and pain in each swallow as their stomach is completely packed and food is beginning to back up into their throat. You seat yourself so they’re between your legs as you wrap you arms around their swollen midriff, light touches and strokes only. No pressure at all. You want to see how much they can force in, how far they can go before their body gives up.

They pause for a moment, cake midway to their mouths. You feel the ripple of stomach muscles clenching beneath your palm as they snap their mouth shut and hold back a gag. You lightly stroke their tummy and lean in closer, putting your head into the crook of their neck so you can whisper loving praise and soothing reassurances as they battle to keep the food in them a little longer. Their stomach clenches again and they let out another gag followed by an awfully wet burp. Another hard clench constricts their stomach and they pitch forward, still clamping their mouth closed but unable to control the involuntary movement as their body tries to get into prime puking position. You hear the silenced wretch in their throat, deep and wet. They finally drop the cakes slice and slam their hand against their mouth, but another wretch has undigested food and saliva spilling out between their fingers and onto the floor.

“Okay darling, it’s okay, you did so good. Let it out. I’m here.” You soothe them as they finally let go, torrents of undigested food projectile from their mouths, splattering the floor as you gently rub circles on their tummy, wanting to soothe the gut wrenching constriction of their severely bloated tummy. It was like rock beneath your palm, completely and utterly solid. No give, not even the slightest squish to it, just completely solid distended stomach against your hand. You feel your arousal come on hard and fast, and know that despite the vomiting and obvious discomfort, your partner is surely as, if not more so, aroused as you.

There is a small break in the vomiting, and you guide your partner to the bathroom, one hand round their waist and on their tummy at all times. By the time they make it in front of the toilet their stomach is already clenching, still so stuffed with food. Your partner whines, leaning over the toilet, one hand supporting them whilst the other finds its way on top of your spare hand. They guide your hand between their legs, their touch eager, clearly desperate for sexual release. You respond with gentle yet firm touches, then lean your hips into them as they lean over the toilet sickly. You grind against them, pushing your crotch against their ass hard. They groan in pleasure but it’s stifled quickly by a wet belch and a sickly trickle of vomit running into the toilet. Your hand on their stomach can feel the torment beneath it. Their stomach is bubbling angrily, muscle spasms constantly threatening to take over and expel the contents.

More sickly burps, small amounts of saliva and minimal puke follow over the next few minutes. You continue to touch your partner and grind against them, pleased by the wetness you’re both creating and feeling. They turn their head and look pleadingly into your eyes.

“Help me. Help my tummy. Please make me feel better.” They whine seductively.

You lower your pants, and bend your partner so they’re leaning over the toilet. You insert into them slowly, gentle not to hurt them or their distended belly. Then you slowly grind yourself into them. You use your hand on their stomach to begin massaging harder, pushing into the solid mass of their stomach. They gag hard, small amounts of chunky vomit splattering into the bowl. But you keep going, moving your hips faster and you insert yourself deeper inside them. Then you clench your hand into a fist, and with a slow yet strong motion, push into their sickly swollen tummy. The response in instant. Vomit cascades out of their mouths, splashing forcefully into the bowl time after time. Their wretches bringing up vomit in time with the deep thrusting of your hips and pulsating of your penis. Pushing and kneading, massaging and caressing. You move with each other, basing your movements on the reaction of your partners turmoiled tum. And as the wretches grow less productive, they let out a groan that only comes with climax. The noise is all you need to allow yourself to join them, cum forcefully ejecting itself inside their already aching and full insides. As the pleasure washes through you your knees grow weak and you lower each other to the ground, bathing in the intense relief orgasm has bought you both. You snuggle into them, hands back on their tummy, still solid and severely upset. They are not done, and neither are you. You both enjoy your reprieve and begin readying yourself for round two.

[orchidomniscient]

imagining a curse that transfers all of the food one person eats into someone else's stomach. neither of them know exactly what's going on either. imagine just sitting somewhere cluelessly only for your stomach to start getting filled up with warm food as if you were eating. it starts slow at first so you barely even notice anything, but eventually, the portions just start getting larger and quicker, corresponding with what the other person eats.

now at the same time as this, someone is eating. maybe it just starts off as mild hunger. they eat a couple snacks, but are left wanting more. they eat a whole bag of chips. it feels like they ate nothing at all. they grab leftovers from their fridge and start eating.

every bite just brings nothing but further hunger. by now they've eaten more than enough to be full, and yet they still feel nothing. they start eating random things they find in the pantry. nothing. their stomach just growls louder.

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meanwhile the first person is already totally full. by now they're starting to panic. what's happening to them? did they eat something weird? is this some kind of allergic reaction? the feeling of fullness only gets worse and worse, until slowing and stopping suddenly. is it over?

the only reason it slowed was because the other person started ordering delivery. a whole feast's worth of food. they order as much filling, greasy, decadent food as possible. ANYTHING for even a slight amount of satisfaction. normally they would never spend this much on food, let alone eat such unhealthy items in the first place, but they are much too hungry to care.

almost the second the food arrives, they start tearing into it. pizzas, burgers, fried chicken, soda, you name it. aggressively trying to gorge themselves on as much as possible, just for even some slight relief to their hunger. but there's nothing. so they keep eating.

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when the first person started getting fuller again they winced. their stomach gurgled loudly, and it began to fill even faster than before. their belly bloats with fresh, warm, greasy food. their stomach stretches and groans. this time, they don't get a break. it just gets worse. they've never felt this full in their life, and it's only going to keep going.

if they had a shirt on, it's certainly stopped fitting by now. more food. the other person chugs an entire bottle of soda, and they can't help but squirm from the carbonation and rapid fullness. their belly is so full that they feel like it might just burst at the seams. the other has easily eaten enough food to feed a whole party, and yet they just feel HUNGER. both who have the curse are completely clueless as to if or when this will stop. both just getting more and more desperate.

the one being filled has to rub and caress their belly constantly to get any relief. even if they burp, the space they free up only gets filled in the next moment. it just doesn't stop. and the other person is just getting hungrier and hungrier, stuffing their face with abandon, someone else suffering for it. they're never going to stop desperately eating until the curse lets up. and the one being filled is looking VERY close to their limit...

[3m3t0b10g]

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i have not puked this hard in a minute🫩 i was seeing stars by the end of it. i didn't feel nauseous all day, but i was starting to feel kind of weak and sluggish, so i tried eating some soup to get my energy up. apparently whatever was fucking me up last night isn't done with me yet. my roommate was in the bathroom so i had to use the trash bin in my room. there's one weird spot where i had to clip out something in the background, but i tried to make it as smooth as possible without having to cut out the next several seconds...

having to reschedule a date that was planned for tomorrow because i don't want to get her sick. i was really hoping for it to be a one off thing😞

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[idksomething327]

So, I'm someone who loves the sounds people make while vomiting, it's absolutely the hottest part- the retching, burping, moaning- but just take a moment to imagine this with me. Someone who's nearly completely silent while vomiting, the only sound at first the subtle noise of the vomit climbing their throat. But shortly after, vomit erupts from their mouth in a few large, consecutive waves, the room filling with the incredibly loud sound of their chunky vomit splashing into the toilet. I mean, *really* loud. A short strained sound can be heard from their throat every now and then as they force up the horribly thick puke in huge waves. Just a thought, y'know?

[lisupanddown]

Gagging

Don't get me wrong, I'm a huge sucker for someone burping when they don't feel well - on purpose to try to release some pressure, as a precursor to puking, dry and under the breath, deep and wet, you name it. But gagging . . .

I love that in the moment of the gag, there's nothing else the person can focus on - your body is absolutely not your own and there's that little moment of complete unawareness of your surroundings. And you can force a gag - with fingers or objects or whatever - but they are much harder to hold down than burps are. If your body needs to gag, it's going to gag.

And you rarely feel better afterwards. Some gags may be a "one and done," but what I really love are those gags that lead to more - the heaviness in the jaw, another gag, a swallow, gagging again, and then deeper - that retch that tells you you aren't going to be able to keep your stomach contents down much longer. And then, those involuntary contractions of your stomach after a round of vomiting, and those moments where you're nearly frozen, unable to get anything else up, unable to catch your breath, unable to do anything but give into to your body's need to gag, and gag, and gag . . .

[tummywrites]

you had the life. happy family, good grades, star of the softball and cheer team, eventually picked for your favorite sorority. every frat bro flirted with you, and every one of your sisters was jealous of you. you were a size 0, no one was skinner than you in your whole house and you knew girls envied you for it, you took joy in watching the fatties you were supposed to consider "sisters" run to the bathroom after dinners at the sorority house, the sounds of their puke hitting the toilet as they tried to purge, desperate for a body as perfect as yours. you meet a hot guy at a frat party one night, and he pours a few too many drinks down your throat and for the first time you're bloated: an unnatural roundness on your otherwise stick thin figure. you notice this and when you get back to your dorm room, drunk and stumbling and just barely able to make it into your bed and grab your vibrator, rutting your hips helplessly into your bed. your belly was so swollen, so full, and you could feel the liquid sloshing around in there, trying to making you sick, but all it did was make you horny.

why?

the next time you felt that feeling, it was at a tailgate and you were there with all your sisters & and their boyfriends, waiting for the game to finish so you could go to the frats and party. you got drunk again and this time you got hungry, so you walked over to the guy's side of the area and grabbed a slice of pizza, trying to avoid eye contact with your sisters nearby who you had overheard complaining about how "fat" they were getting (as they went from 100 to 110 pounds after spending every night partying, not eating all day and drinking all night) you laughed at those girls in your mind as you stood there in your size 0 slip dress, flaunting your body to the girls who fought to look like you. you devoured the first slice of pizza with that on your mind, and couldn't help yourself as you grabbed a second one, and with that, a few bread bites. you eyed the snack tray on the table, with baggies of chips and a cooler full of sugary sodas, but then you saw your Big sister glaring at you from across the room and you glanced down, recoiling in horror (and clenching your legs in arousal) your stomach was rounded out, pulling your dress tight across your belly in an almost obscene way. without a word, you grabbed your bag and stumbled off, embarrassed and drunk and so full, but so turned on for seemingly no reason. why would you be turned on by being so bloated from countless beers and greasy pizza, then being caught by one of the other girls there while you made a pig of yourself?

what sealed your fate was over christmas break, when your high school friends wanted to get together again and have a dinner party. you were still as thin as you had always been, but it lately you did feel a little resistance as you went to tug up your lulu pants which was unusual. your friends from high school, however, were not so lucky. your high school best friend had gained at least 40, maybe 50 pounds--a once skinny girl with a flat chest and stomach, now spilling out of a crop top and skirt, a muffin top cascading over the waistband of a skirt. your other friend, a once sporty guy who hadn't gained a day in his life, now walked in with a shirt that clung uncomfortably to his gut, which brought back that hot feeling in your pussy, your clit throbbing as you saw him, pot belly absolutely obscene to you. everyone brought a dish to welcome you home, and they all insisted you try each dish, then seconds, and thirds of this dish, this that one, and then try this one again--

good thing you had drinks.

by the end of the night, you were so nauseous you were convinced were you going to spew. you had ate so much, potato dishes soaked in heavy cream, the thickest mac n cheese you had seen in your life, cheesecakes, and at least 48 chicken wings, you had lost count after the first two dozen you had shoved down your throat in between cans of beer. you were seeing double, but you saw clearly the face your best friend was making as you chugged down another beer and before you could stop, there was a deafening pop! and the button on your jeans fell to the floor, bouncing off the cabinet and landing square in the center of the kitchen. you were so embarrassed, tears welling to your eyes. in a rush, you screamed for your friends to leave, refusing to listen to them as they tried to reason with you. after you kicked them out, you walked back into the kitchen, still crying and hot with shame, staggering as you try to bend over and grab the button that taunted you from the floor. you held it in your palm, then looked down at your belly, which was rounded out further than it ever had, and obscured your view of your feet as you glanced down, the movement sloshing all the countless cans of beer in you. your crop top couldn't hide the actual belly you were forming now, and you looked up to your reflection in the black tv. fuck. you looked pregnant. you looked at the cheesecake on the counter as you wiped your tears, one hand grabbing and the round gut spilling out of your jeans. you reached out for the tray, and without pausing ate the rest, not even bothering with silverware as you glutted yourself. before you could stop yourself, you had finished the whole cheesecake, then the rest of the mac n cheese, and then stumbled over yourself to grab the last two cans of beer, pouring them into a big cup together, throwing your head back in desperation as you drank both in seconds. you fall over chairs and tables to get over to the couch, belly so distended you let out a whimper whenever its jostled, and pass out there.

ten years later, you're 29 years old and stepping off the scale in front of your fridge. your mark your weight on the fridge, and open up while reaching for the closest bottle of wine. despite your attempts to lose weight, you've gained 15 pounds in the past month. you're 302 pounds, you wear a 4XL and a 24 in jeans, which are barely hanging on. your ass barely fits in the drivers seat of your car and your bed creaks when you lay on it. you've broken your computer chair so you moved a dining chair into your bedroom, but your thighs spilled over the side, so you had to give up the computer. you hadn't talked to most of your friends in years, probably not since new years after that christmas, where you first fell into your gluttony and addiction. you spent the rest of that break stuffing your face to cope with your feelings, and by the time you were supposed to back to school you were 30 pounds heavier and not a single item of clothing fit your growing body. you were 140 pounds, and the moment you stepped out of your car on shaky legs in front of your sorority sisters, you knew it was over. they all began to laugh, heaving and pointing in malice at the inches of overhang you had falling over your skirt, which was only zipped up halfway, covered by a shirt that looked like it was painted on. you dropped out within a few days and spent the days partying, drinking, and stuffing your face at the end of the night, rubbing your pussy until you came. you couldn't resist the feeling food gave you.

[blushingblurbs]

I threw up in the toilet.

With food poisoning spreading on board the ship, we’re meant to vomit into the sick bags so those needing toilets can access them in time.

But my stomach was churning and with all that bad food swimming around my tummy, I couldn’t think straight. My belly hurt and I just felt so sick, I instinctively ran for the bathroom.

The awful mess started to come up before I even got in front of the toilet. I slammed the stall door shut, turned around and everything that was making my tum feel so sick started to pour right out.

At some point, I realized I was clutching my belly, feeling it heave every splash up and out. There was so much sick up I was nearly projectile vomiting.

And when it was finally over, my stomach hurt so bad and I felt so gross but to my embarrassment and shame, there was now a line outside the stalls. A line of ladies who weren’t well, and really actually needed the toilets. And who’d heard me tossing my cookies, breaking the rule about sock bags.

The thought of so many women having diarrhea within inches from me made my stomach turn, and before I could flush away my previous mess, more half digested lunch erupted from my lips. Unfortunately, I’d already hit the lever, so to avoid being splashed by my sick, I had to hold what was spewing from my belly, filling my cheeks with more sour, spoiled chicken and seafood. When I could finally let it go, I noticed how bad it smelled. The whole mess had been turning in my tummy for ages, and it showed.

It had barely landed in the water when a bathroom attendant knocked on the flimsy door. “Ma’am, may I get you a sick bag? You need to leave the stall. There’s ladies in line who can’t wait any longer.”