It’s Jenna’s birthday and she decides to treat herself my going a little over board with the amount of food she eats.
This is my first sickfic so please be nice I don’t really know how to do this.
Jenna raced to the door as soon as she heard the doorbell ring, knowing exactly who it was: the pizza delivery driver. Her pizza being here meant she could finally start her feast. She had decided to treat herself today as it was her birthday but what she found to be a treat others might have seen as their worst nightmare.
Ever since she was a kid she’d been fascinated by vomit. When she was six and Melanie puked all of her lunch back up on the lunch table, when she was 23 and Dani drank a bit too much and Jenna held her hair back while she projectile vomited into the toilet, even yesterday when someone in the office went home because they felt like they were going to be sick. And now she was fascinated with being sick herself.
She placed the pizza on the table next to the cold scrambled eggs she’d made this morning. She’d heard that apparently they’re pretty easy to get back up so hopefully she hopes that’s true. She started with the eggs knowing that if she was to vomit this all back up, she would be weak by the time the first thing she ate made a reappearance. Once she’d finished the eggs she moved on to salad, feeling the slimy leaves slide down her throat before tucking into the pizza. She’d gotten a large and now started to regret it as the eggs tossed in her stomach. She’d already had a pretty big breakfast as she’d gone out with her friends and they’d had a huge stack of pancakes. They now sat firm in her stomach. Despite that she powered through, finishing the pizza, eating chicken nuggets, downing a small carton of milk, eating a few strawberries and making sure to drink plenty of water.
Now for the finale. Her birthday cake. It was an average sized chocolate cake and oozed with chocolate dripping down the sides. She gagged at the sight of it feeling her half-digested meal slide back up her throat. She pressed a fist to her mouth and swallowed thickly, bringing the pizza box in front of her just in case she lost this battle with her stomach too soon. She’d forgotten to bring a bowl or bucket to the table so would have to settle for her now empty pizza box. When she was confident she wouldn’t vomit she picked up a fork and started to eat the cake. She savoured it because as sick as she was feeling she could still appreciate how good it was.
Halfway through the cake became thick and chewy in her mouth making it almost impossible to swallow. She felt her stomach churn and lightly stroked it underneath her top. She knew she didn’t have long before everything came back up. Her mouth filled with sweet tasting saliva as she burped wetly into her hand. God she was feeling awful now. She forgot how horrible the nausea was before you finally get the satisfaction of letting it all back up.
Her burps got deeper and wetter and she began to gag over the pizza box. It was time. She managed to slide off her chair and onto the kitchen floor. When she did throw up, which wasn’t often, she preferred to be kneeling so she could purely focus on vomiting and not trying to keep her balance. She let the saliva drool out of her mouth onto the cardboard and just seeing the saliva mix with the leftover cheese and tomato sauce made her retch violently. The food in her stomach sat heavy as she rubbed her stomach gradually rubbing it harder and harder in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure.
The nausea was making her hot and sweaty and her waistband was digging into her middle, increasing the already unbearable pressure. She took both her trousers and her top off so she was left in just her underwear, kneeling over the cardboard. She rubbed her hand in circles over her full stomach, feeling her stomach muscles contract with every gag. Her undigested food was inching its way up her throat, she burped wetly and felt her stomach lurch. She burped again and this time it sent a mouthful of cake back up, puffing her cheeks out. Swallowing it back down crossed her mind but she knew that if she did that she would only make the nausea worse and the process longer, so she opened her mouth letting the undigested chunks pour out of her mouth. Seeing the half chewed cake on the cardboard sent her over the edge and her stomach lurched as a huge wave of chunky brown puke erupted from her mouth making her stomach contract and her shoulders hunch over. She kept a hand rubbing her upset tummy whilst the other one was on the floor in an attempt to keep her balance. She coughed and spluttered, triggering another wave of thick chunky vomit. Before she could take a breath she gagged up a third bout of puke this time a slightly lighter brown with pink specks dotted throughout it. The chicken nuggets and the strawberries she thought, her stomach her stomach twisting sickly again. She unproductively retched at the sight of her undigested meal making a reappearance on the cardboard. She dry heaved a couple more times before grabbing a tissue and wiping the vomit from her face but she knew it wasn’t over yet. She still felt awful with her stomach still feeling too full. She knelt back over the pizza box, deciding that she needed to bring this food back up, knowing that she wouldn’t feel better until she did.
She leant down so her face was only an inch away from the chunky pile of thick brown vomit and breathed in deeply smelling the foul aroma of her stomach acid being mixed with her meal. She pushed into her stomach hard with her palm and burped deeply, with the burp turning into a productive heave halfway through. She slowly brought up mouthful after mouthful of thick, chunky undigested pizza and slimy salad leaves, the milk and water turning it into a sort of sludge like texture making it less difficult to get back up. After she’d thrown up what she thought was all the pizza she leaned back resting her head against the kitchen wall. She rubbed her belly, feeling slightly better but knowing she’s still got a bit more to go.
A sudden strong wave of nausea washed over her making her stomach churn. She closed her eyes and gagged still leaning her head against the wall and as the contents of her stomach shot back up, she just opened her mouth letting the half-digested scrambled egg pour out of her mouth, down her chin, and all over her stomach and breasts, some chunks getting caught in her bra. She burped up a couple more mouthfuls, even seeing some chunks of the pancakes she had for breakfast, and finally feeling better sighed and patted her now vomit coated tummy. She took in the sights feeling very content: the pizza box holding a large pile of thick, chunky, sludge like sick, her bra with chunks of egg stuck in it and her tummy covered in her undigested birthday meal.
She slowly got up, feeling the vomit slide of her body and onto the floor. She walked over to the kitchen table and grabbed a fork and the other half of her birthday cake. The delicious smell of the chocolate cake hit her just as she was walking past the pizza box, causing her to burp up a small mouthful of sick and spit it into the box. She wiped her mouth and continued walking to her living room. She sat down on the couch, pulled a blanket over her puke covered body and tucked into her birthday cake. What a fantastic way to celebrate.
The thought of burping up chunks of salad in to your mouth just have to swallow the slime lettuce back down or spit it onto your body. The old smell of hot sour Caesar dressing on your breath and the burp and gag only bring up more mushy brown slop and green lettuce chunks~ ugh I love
I realize that I am the dream person of someone with a nausea fetish. I am constantly nauseous, always complaining about it, and burping constantly. I suppose if people would like me to document my nausea episodes, I could oblige-
I just did a bunch of nauseous breathing, spitting, acid in my throat, and quiet but hard gags. This is a second time since after the recording I just posted. Then, I leaned forward and almost vomited, but instead, I did a huge burp, ending in a gag, and felt just a tiny bit better- better enough to stop actively retching.
