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@sicky-smut
Back at it again, puking my little guts out after drinking three bottles of sparkling water >< I had to run from my bed to my container cuz I wasn't expecting it to happen so fast 😭 It was actually kinda hard to get it all out, so I had to drink another bottle to get everything back up. Just listen to me whimper and retch..
Photo of aftermath after cut.. ough there was so much this time....
POV puke 2
There are a few burps at the beginning.
Audio from the other night. Vom starts about a minute in, but i like the ambiance of the whole thing :) story below
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Ok so I didn't wait out the full time of the poll because I got too excited >:P
I did almost fall over, I lost my balance a bit!!
The puppy pads are an insane game changer, I get to enjoy the splatter of vomit hitting the ground but with a much easier cleanup. It's perfect for a chunkier puke o//o
I ate 2 bags of popcorn and a tub of cream, this may be my new favourite as it felt incredible coming up my throat.. I think it might be a fun one to have running down my body, what do you think?
Too much juice :(
I want to have someone who would encourage me to eat all day. Praise me for each bite, push me a little bit further with tender touches and words of praise. I want someone to be in control, someone I can trust to care for me, who can keep me fed and ensure I don't need to think or worry for anything.
I want to be told I'm doing well, as I'm struggling to swallow each bite. I want a hand to squeeze against my bloated belly, reminding me of how full it is, and how dangerous it currently is to play with. I want gentle hands along my chin, guiding my gaze upwards as I lower to my knees, the last view I'll have of them for a moment. I want to be told I'm pretty before they step behind me and lower to my level.
I want to feel their thigh press between my legs, hands gripping my hips and bringing me closer to them, giving me permission to grind along their thigh. I want to feel their hands along my stomach, between my legs, along my chest, up my neck, in my mouth. I want to feel their embrace around me as I pant, squirming hard against them. I want to feel their breath on the back of my neck, hear their praise rumble from behind my ear.
I want to feel them close to me as I struggle to swallow, their chest against my back and their hands around my stomach as my tongue hangs between my lips and I struggle to breathe. I want to be told to let it out onto the floor, or on myself, of in a bin, or in the toilet. I want to be held close and praised each time I gag and spew and overwhelming bloat of partially digested gluttony. I want to soak their thigh completely, I want to make a mess.
I want to be turned around and shushed when they think I'm done. I want to be held in their lap, my head on their shoulder and their arms around me as they tell me how good I did. Their hands cup my cheeks and bring a glass of water to my lips - or maybe it's milk, or soda, or something else completely. I drink it quickly, and it comes right back up and all over us.
I want to ride them, facing them with their hands on my stomach. I want the motion of the action to upset my stomach, force more vomit up my throat and onto us. I want an orgasm like I've never had before.
I want to be told I was good, I want to be held while we both come down from the high. I want to be showered, and I want to get sick once or twice while we do so. I want to curl up with them and take a nap, fucked and fed and dreaming of the next time we can do it again.
Can’t stop thinking about a desperate, nauseous, cutie begging me to fuck their throat with my fingers until they puke what’s making them feel icky.
I love when people moan and whine while throwing up like fuck it’s so hot
Oh god two and a half litres of milk was not a good idea
sniffling and throwing up on someone's lap is sort of like sex especially if they ruffle ur hair
🥺🫣 the way it shot out against my will was insane
HOW DOES MY BLADDER HOLD SO LITTLE
I stepped into the shower to get ready for Christmas at a family member's house. Shortly after I got in the shower, my stomach started rumbling and I got the signal that I was going to be sick. I stepped out of the shower and hovered over the toilet, and my stomach wouldn't stop heaving. Several times I felt like I was choking, and my stomach just kept retching and bringing up more and more. It's mostly liquid because I've mostly been sipping on water and clear soda today. I lost control of my bladder a few times, there was a small puddle under me after I was finished. I continued on with my shower, I'm still going to Christmas, I'm just going to be about 45 minutes late....let's hope my stomach can keep it together tonight.
This was a few days after I was feeling so sick and burpy ...
I was craving the pizza that I ordered to try and make myself sick initially, but this time I really just wanted to eat it ... my belly wasn't ready for it at all, it was so greasy and I ate seven slices of it I couldn't help myself ... I was so queasy and nauseous for hours and hours, I thought I would end up like just a few days prior and not get any relief ... but a few of my wet burps brought up some of the digested pizza in my mouth, so sour and hot ... I laid in bed and rubbed my over bloated tummy, and tried to stuff myself up with water, hoping that having all of that with the pizza rolling around in my turbulent unhappy belly would force it back up, and I was right ...
I was laying with my belly on the bed, face over the side and barfing up mostly water at first, into a trash can I took from the bathroom ... it was so messy ... it got on the floor and the side of the cabinet that the trash bin was next to, I missed the bin two times ... at some points it was hard to get up, it felt like it was stuck, and I realized that the pizza was starting to come up, and then it started getting thick and really warm ... I love the sound of my puke hitting the trash bag ... my belly was so sick for hours after that, but that's all I could get up anymore ... I wish someone was there to help me puke up more ...
I went out the night before valentines- sunk somewhere between 8 and 10 pints with my friend and at last call, at 3am, we ordered a bottle of Prosecco.
I managed to make it home, I have no idea how but I was still fairly competent like I remember it all, stumbling down the street starting to feel a little nauseous. I jumped in a cab and then as soon as I got home, the motion sickness plus the sugary drinks were working together… my stomach was starting to feel so queasy, turning and when I got to the door I burped very suddenly. I basically ran up the stairs and stripped on the way to the bathroom, my mouth was watering so hard and fizz was splashing up into my mouth. I barely made it into the bathroom in time and it was coming up. I managed to get some recorded after the very first wave, where I almost didn’t make it to the toilet … we hadn’t eaten in hours so it was just, endless booze coming up in fizzy mouthfuls. The first ones were still cold, too.
