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.
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.
Thursday, 7:53am.
The morning is starting slow. Your alarm has gone off four or five times, dreading you out of a bleary comfort your pillows and duvet have afforded you. You have to get up, you have to put your feet on the floor and stand. You have thirty minutes to get presentable and leave before you're late for work. You have the same routine every morning, yet somehow you forget to take your meds three times before you finally remember. The aching dread that comes at the end of the week has begun to settle over you; you're less focused, drawn to scrolling on your phone while you bluster through your morning routine hazardously. You stayed up too late last night, you're regretting your decision. You don't want to go to work today, but you can't call in. Typical Thursday.
8:37am
You're running a little behind, but if you're lucky and don't hit too much traffic, you should be able to make it to work on time. You managed to make yourself a coffee and microwave breakfast burrito to eat on the way in. Your stomach growls and saliva pools under your tongue. You didn't eat quickly enough after taking your meds, the nausea starts to kick in. You cough a few times, swallow your spit down and pray. You force yourself to take a few large sips of your coffee, hoping that the calories from the creamer will be enough to settle your stomach. You start your car and take a bite of the burrito. It's the end bit, so it's mostly tortilla and a bit of egg. You try not to be disappointed as you back out of your parking spot and begin off to work.
8:58am
You're just in time for work. You won't have time to make it to your computer before 9:00, but you're on company property so you can clock in on your phone. You let yourself sit for a second before going inside. You're feeling restless; it's just anxiety about being late, your boss has been in a bad mood lately and you don't want to upset him. Your music on the way in was too loud, but the silence was even worse. Your breakfast burrito didn't actually heat through all the way and turned you off from the idea of eating entirely. Your coffee is too sweet, you poured too much creamer into it this morning, but you'll survive. You feel off, but you convince yourself that's just because you're tired.
12:23pm
You're exhausted, and you blame it on the stupid burrito. Your boring office job is exactly that, boring, but spending the day at a computer answering emails and redirecting phone calls was better than physical labor on days like today. Your stomach has been grumbling all day, but you're not really hungry, nothing sounds particularly good. You had a sleeve of graham crackers in your drawer at work, you've had a few this morning. They're good dipped in coffee, but both are rather dehydrating. Your favorite coworker came in with a big gulp full of nugget ice and gave you half. The cold water has been nice, but it's done little to solve how dry your mouth has been. You've made a cup of ramen for lunch, you're hoping that the warm and the salt will help you get through. Cup noodles aren't exactly your ideal lunch, but it's the least amount of effort and the least amount of chewing you can do, so you settle for it. You manage about half before your lunch break is over and you bin the remains.
2:00pm
You hate this meeting. You hate this meeting so much. This is the most this could have been an email meeting you've ever attended in your entire life. It's virtual, which is good you suppose because that restlessness from this morning is back. You can look composed on camera, but your feet are tapping and you're not sure what exactly is wrong. You're thankful that you don't have to do much talking in this meeting, but the ramen did little to fix the dry mouth situation. If anything all the sodium bloated you. You've been to the bathroom three times trying to get rid of some of it, but all the liquid remains sloshing around in your stomach. You stifle a burp behind your fist and try to concentrate.
4:45pm
Your boss left fifteen minutes ago, so you're going to leave fifteen minutes early. The sloshing in your stomach hasn't gone away, and you're too embarrassed to ask a coworker for antacid. You want to get out of here early, try to get home before the traffic gets too horrible. You just want to go lie down.
5:20pm
You toe your shoes off as you lean against your door because you know that if you bent over right now you might be sick. The last ten minutes of your drive have been stressful, your stomach hasn't been enjoying the stop and go of traffic. You've been trying to keep it settled with breathing and small sips of your cold water, but your burps have been getting wetter and wetter. The three flights of stairs up to your apartment have done little to settle your stomach, and you are so thankful that you've made it home before getting any worse. You make your way to your bedroom and get out of your uncomfortable work clothes in exchange for your largest and most comfortable pajamas. You feel another burp ripple up through your chest, but your hand springs to your mouth when your stomach heaves. The back of your throat is cold, water unsettled from the drive home. You know things aren't going to get better, you make your way to the bathroom.
You settle onto the bathroom floor, a shiver running up your spine as you lift the toilet seat lid up. You run your hand over your bloated stomach and the groan that leaves your mouth is involuntary. You burp once, twice, three times. They're wet, but have no power. Your stomach gurgles under your hand, that shiver returns. You burp again, deeper this time. You're nearly sick, but nothing more than some spit comes out. You wonder how long it will be before your stomach finally gives way. The restlessness has not left you all afternoon, you know you need to stay planted but you're itching to move. Your hands run along your stomach as you hover in front of the toilet bowl, trying your best to relieve your aching stomach of the gas that's been building. It hurts, you moan. You burp once more, wetter, and the liquid in your throat doesn't choke off or leave. You can't cough, so you heave, and a torrent of cold water splashes down into the toilet below you. You try to catch your breath, but a bubble of air has rolled from your belly button and up through your esophagus. You burp, and more liquid erupts and splashes below you as your stomach heaves twice.
You try to catch your breath, but the contents of your stomach have shifted. The pressure in your chest is trying to keep your throat closed. There is a pressure growing in your stomach, your hand along its side can feel the way the liquids don't seen to slosh anymore, but stand ready for expulsion. You gulp down a breath of air, you burp. There is silence where you're waiting for a breath, but the pressure in your stomach has grown and it has won. You heave once, then twice. There's noodles in this one.
You have a moment to catch your breath. You're able to fill your lungs for the price of a belch, but a harmless one. Dry, forceful, and short, you hope they help regain balance in your stomach, but after only two or three belches liquid found their way up. You burp up a mouthful, your tongue dangling with drool. You think you've cured your dry mouth from all this morning before your stomach retches and forces out more than you knew had been inside of it. You struggle to catch your breath and force up a few smaller waves as you try and clear your throat. Your stomach aches, and you try to settle. You haven't eaten much today, there is no way you can have any more in your stomach to vomit up. Still, you're not confident enough to leave your position in the bathroom yet.
You feel weak, hot and cold at the same time, and you know that even though it made no sense, more was to come. You burp, and your stomach retches some more liquid up. You wonder when this was from, how it got here. It's warm and a little bitter, but it doesn't hurt your throat in the way coffee or bile would. You breathe heavy and your stomach gurgles again. You put your hand on your stomach and feel how unsettled it is. You begin to burp, and you can not stop. One after the other, you're choking on them and then another torrent of vomit, followed by a second so powerful your face is halfway down the toilet bowl. You breathe, you heave, you spit into the bowl. You're a little bit dizzy, but as you breathe and steady yourself, you feel as though the worst of it might be over.
You spend several more minutes on the floor of your bathroom making sure your stomach was truly finished, and you begin to feel much better. You wonder what had kept it so upset in the first place.
2:36am
The ripple that tears its way through your gut is both an auditory warning of what's to come and a pain that sends you curled into yourself. Your body feels heavy, as does your stomach. You took it easy last night, you ate soft foods-mashed potatoes and some pasta. You drank water, you took it slow. You were feeling fine tonight. Throwing up earlier had really helped, but now you're not so certain that assessment was accurate. Your stomach feels hard, and it flinches when you run your fingers along it. Your feet spring to action, you know you don't have much time and you'd rather not get sick in your bed or on your floor. You feel your throat trying to open up, prepare itself for the sick that will be making its way up momentarily. You try not to think about it too much, you settle onto the bathroom floor again.
Things are quiet. For several seconds things are quiet as you hover in the darkness over the bowl of your toilet. Your stomach hangs heavy, though it continues to twitch, trying to heave itself higher. Your mouth hangs open and you let out a little whine. Your stomach contracts, and several waves of sick force themselves out of you. You settle, but only momentarily. Your stomach heaves again, and more sick spews out of you without you having much say in the matter. You hope it will be over soon, you hope it will make you feel better.
You heave two more times. Your stomach hurts. You throw up again, but it's forced, a mouthful of half digested mush forcing its way upwards. A deep burp forces its way up, and with it a thick stream of carb heavy sick. You burp again, you retch some more, you try and catch your breath. Your stomach heaves and forces more spit up. Your brow is sweaty, your legs are weak. You lie down on the floor, you appreciate how cold it is. You think perhaps spending the night here would be a good idea.
Last night I was taking a shower before heading to bed. About half way through I realize that I am feeling extremely bloated and I can not figure out why. My stomach felt hard and round inside of me and I was a little afraid to press on it. I remember to breathe, and try to focus on the next task in my routine. It works for a time, but my stomach is only feeling harder and rounder. I put my hand on my stomach and some air jostles free and up my esophagus. It's deep, and wet, and has me gagging at the end.
Gagging forced me to hunch over, and it's when I'm forced into that position that I realize that maybe I need to get sick. I stand up straighter and cradle underneath my stomach with one hand. With my other, I gently rub along the top of my stomach where it feels the tightest. That hand quickly flew up to my mouth as more gas was released. Standing upright I knew getting sick would be a challenge, but the moment I bent over......
I weighed my options: try and forget about it and move on or get sick and maybe feel better. I ran my face under the warm water of the shower. I tried to stand still and listen to my body. All I could feel was the tight drum of my stomach as I wondered what had bloated me so badly.
Fuck it, I think, realizing that my stomach is only getting more uncomfortably tight with time. Relieving some pressure will probably be a good thing. My hand stays gently splayed across my stomach as I open the shower curtain on one side and step part way out to lean over my sink. The sink is closer than the toilet, and easier to told onto. I bend over part way and feel the way the contents of my stomach shift. One small ripple of my gut and my mouth is open. I don't have to do any work, my stomach contracts and a gush of liquidy brown vomit surges out of my mouth and into the sink basin. I cough once, I burp a second time, my stomach heaves and sick flows out of me once more. I cough up a chunk of something, but I can't tell what. I hover over the basin for another few seconds. I'm not going to be sick again, so I return to my shower.
I'm feeling better, but my stomach is still somewhat firm. I'd eaten a good dinner, but that was a few hours ago. I hadn't been snacking too much tonight, nor did I think I'd consumed that much liquid. I tried to brush it off and continue my shower, but after another few minutes the tightness returns. I burp into my hand a few times. I'm careful as the loofah scrubs over my belly. I try to wash my legs without bending over. It's harder when washing my feet.
The belch that escaped me was long and continuous. A little bit of liquid came up. I stood up quickly, swallowing down the wave that was to come. I held my breath, I burped, it tasted like vomit in the back of my throat. I returned to my position over the sink, tongue heavily hanging limp in anticipation. My hands braced the sides of the sink as my stomach twitched, then rippled. I whimpered-an involuntary noise as my throat contracted and diaphragm pushed another warm, watery wave of vomit into my sink with so much force it filled the bottom of the basin and took a second to begin draining. There's a bit of food stuck in my throat. I cough and struggle to breathe for a moment, then another torrent of vomit comes up to dislodge it. I'm hunched over halfway, leaning most of my weight against my sink as I watch the drool from my tongue linger down the drain. I hiccup and spit up a few more mouthfuls of bile as I try and assess the situation at hand.
I can't possibly have more in me, so I return to finish my shower. I don't get sick again, but that familiar pressure and tightness had returned by the time I'd finished my shower and was drying off. I fell asleep on my side with a bin on the floor just in case.
Girl wet burping with puke. Watch burp vomit 2 audio on ThisVid, the HD tube site with a largest vomiting collection.
I love this video so much an I could have sworn I saved it. But its now private and I am not friends with the uploader. Can anyone else still see this?
Warning everyone that is into emeto and other related stuff; ThisVid is in the process of removing “extreme content” from its site. Right now it is starting to set all public videos that fall under that category to private (if you are not friends with the person you cannot see the video). Later staged will involve the complete removal of these videos from ThisVid. Basically all of the emeto that I have favorited there seem to be effected. As of now not all of them are private but idk how long that will be the case. Long story short… if you have videos uploaded to this vid, download them if you don’t have a copy of your own. I will by trying to save as many as I can in the coming days.
Part 1 - I actually puked naturally for the first bit for the first time in years. Luckily/unluckily for me, I have a really strong stomach and had to stuff myself so much before I actually puked. I’ll post the second part right away, this session lasted much longer than I anticipated.
If you guys enjoyed this at all, please let me know! It would be fun to do again with someone else picking the food 😊
After the last post, by the end of the third nightmare day I had this week, I was so sick and so queasy but I hadn’t eaten anything at all. Despite being empty I just couldn’t stop feeling sick. Soon enough the sickness evolved to gagging and coughing and burping and I was salivating uncontrollably. This thick sticky saliva just fell from my mouth and I couldn’t do much about it. You can hear it dripping into the bucket. This was way longer than what I actually recorded. And it was hard and painful.
Nothing but saliva and water came up. And yeah, well, some bile too. So bitter and burning…
You wake up in the morning and you feel a slow churn in your stomach, but you ignore it. You get up and get ready for the day and eat your breakfast. You make some eggs, some bacon, some toast, and some fruit. You eat it all. That churning picks up a bit more but you still aren’t worried.
Lunch time rolls around and you’re starting to feel the churning more. You’re sluggish and a little clammy but still, you aren’t overly worried yet. You enjoy some oysters and scallops for lunch. You eat every last bite. You debate ordering some more but you don’t. Your stomach is full and taught now. The churning is really picking up. “Nmmph” you say and you feel a churn.
A couple hours go by and now you’re really not feeling well. Your stomach is spinning and you can feel the pressure rising inside. “Ugh oh man I don’t feel good” you say to yourself. Your stomach starts to churn even faster. You decide to get up and go to the bathroom but the second you decide, it’s like a bomb dropped. You sprint like a madman to the bathroom but you’re out shopping. You have to find one and fast. You see a worker and stop him in his tracks - “Bathroom, where’s the bathroom?!” He points you over to where it is and you take off like a bat out of hell. You close the door and have fierce, hot diarrhea. Your stomach is churning and screaming. You’re covered in sweat. You’re nauseous. “Oh man I need to go home” but you can’t - not until you’re finished. Finally you’re done and you can drive home. You’re about half way home when the churning comes back. “Oh no, no no no” you say in a panic. You can’t let this happen in your car. Your stomach is churning and roaring and you don’t know if you’re going to poop and puke.
You finally make it home and you sprint to the bathroom and shut the door. You don’t know which way to face. You sit on the toilet where more intense diarrhea fires out of you. But the nausea. The nausea is so intense you know it’s going to be a loosing battle. You grab the bathroom trash can and hold it close. You hover your head over and start to burp. Now you start to spit. You can feel it coming. All the eggs and bacon and fruit and seafood are working their way up and out. Another burp. More spit. “Mmph uh - uh oh I thi-“ your sentence is cut off by projectile vomit into the bucket. The sound alone is enough to make you sick again. “Oh - oh my god” you say through your panting. You’re done for now. You go to the couch where you feel your stomach moving and jerking all around. You know more is coming. You feel it moving. This isn’t food poisoning. You’re sick. You’ve knowing it from the minute you woke up this morning but you didn’t listen. Instead you filled your gut with ammo and now you’re paying the price.
About an hour after the first episode you feel round 2 coming on. Your stomach feels like a boiling pot of water. You head to the bathroom and kneel in front of the toilet. Your stomach is so swollen and distended it’s hitting the bottom of the bowl. “Oh God not again” you say before the storm hits. You’re begging, pleading, praying it’s not both ends again but you know it is. The vomit comes first. It’s intense. Chunks of food come flying out your mouth and nose. You’re spraying the toilet and the walls. Mid-vomit you feel something hot come out. Diarrhea is pouring out of you onto the walls and floor. “Make it sto-“ vomit finishes your sentence. You’d think after such violent episodes, you’d feel better getting it out of your system but you don’t. You feel worse. It’s like your stomach is enjoying this. You clean up your mess and take some meds for the diarrhea. You head to bed.
You sleep for a few hours but it’s 3am and your stomach is ready for more. You wake up and you have no time to prepare. “Oh I think there’s more” you say to yourself. You grab the bucket you left by your bedside and hold it close. Almost immediately you start vomiting. You nearly fill the bucket when you decide you should get to the bathroom. Your stomach is making the worst sounds you’ve ever heard. “God please not again” you say as you rest your head on the toilet. Your prayer goes unanswered as more and more vomit falls out of you. Thank God the anti-diarrhea meds have kicked in because there is no way you could handle both ends right now. You go back to bed. You’re lying in bed and you’re holding your stomach, praying that was the last of it. You sleep until morning.
When the morning comes you open your eyes and you immediately shut them. How is it still gurgling. Where is it all coming from? You roll over but that only makes it more angry. It doesn’t take long before you’re back at the throne. The sheer amount of vomit that you’re producing is honestly impressive. All you want is to sleep and eat but you can’t do either right now. Your day is filled sprinting back and forth to the bathroom. At one point, you know you won’t make it to the toilet so you grab a bowl from the kitchen and fill it pretty quickly. This 48-hour bug is going to fill every last second of those 48 hours and you can’t wait for it to be done.
This is the last day (hopefully) and you’re exhausted. Your stomach is livid. It’s bubbling and churning and all you can do is moan and erupt without much warning. It’s 4am and you wake up to your stomach making an awful, ominous sound. It sounds like it’s laughing at you. You feel the pressure inside you growing and your stomach bubbling harder and harder. Burps start attacking you and the nausea grips you like a vice. The diarrhea that you thought you got rid of yesterday has come back with a vengeance. Your stomach is so swollen. You shuffle to the bathroom in the dark and sit on the toilet. You’re filling the toilet before you can even flush it. You need to throw up. You don’t want to but you don’t have a choice. Before you can even get the bucket, it happens. Harshly and violently you start vomiting onto the floor. Chunks are coming out your mouth and nose. Bursts of diarrhea fire out in between. It’s awful. The bathroom is totally destroyed. You sit there and your stomach is finally quiet. It’s finally over.
Two weeks ago the stomach flu ran through this house. My wife Amy, my oldest son Drew, and my youngest best son Chris all got the bug and were sick for days. I remember the gurgling, the churning, and nausea and the god awful puking and diarrhea (sometimes at the same time). I somehow managed to miss out on it, or at least I thought so. Each of them were sick for days with no breaks - just constant sickness. Amy and the kids were away this weekend for a soccer tournament and I had the house to myself.
My day started out good! I woke up, got some stuff done around the house, ate some breakfast, things were fine. I started to get some gurgling in my belly but I thought it was nothing. By lunch time, my stomach was like a boiling pot and I knew exactly what was happening. “Fuck, no not now!” I said as I looked at my bloated stomach. “No come on I thought I was in the clear!” My stomach boiled and bubbled and the nausea was at full force. I sat down and turned on the TV hoping a distraction might help calm me down. About 2 minutes into the show I had a hand over my mouth and a hand on my stomach. “Oh Crap I’m gonna throw-“ I couldn’t finish the sentence. I ran to the toilet and gripped onto it and a waterfall of vomit cascaded out of my mouth and nose. I struggled to catch my breath in between rounds. Sick just poured out of me again and again. I held onto that toilet until I was white knuckled. When I was done (or at least thought I was done) I sat back and looked at my stomach. I sent so much stuff out of my stomach and it only gurgled and churned more. “Great, so much for a relaxing weekend” I said to my aching gut.
I finally managed to get up and out of the bathroom, though it was only a matter of time before I was back in there. I remember when Chris had it, he was so sick he was having massive amounts of diarrhea while projectile vomiting into a bucket. It was bad. I really hope I didn’t get to that level. I sat back down on the couch where my stomach churned and gurgled. About an hour later I felt the diarrhea coming. Once again I rushed to the toilet where I unleashed holy hell onto it. In the middle of my stream I felt really nauseous but I managed to hold it all down. This is gonna be a really long weekend.
A few hours passed and things were heading south…or out, you know what I mean! I felt beyond sick. My stomach looked like I was 47 months pregnant and it felt like I had a bag of snakes in there. I held it and tried to soothe it but it was no use. I had a bucket close to the couch and thank god I did because I woke up from a nap and immediately projectile vomited into it, nearly filling it up. My stomach kept churning so I went to the bathroom where it finally happened.
The first wave of diarrhea hit me and came flying out like lava. In the middle of it, the nausea came back with a vengeance! My bucket was still by the couch and it was full from the last round. I tried. I tried so hard to hold it back but I just couldn’t do it. The bathroom trashcan was full and I couldn’t reach it. I had no choice but to lean over and violently vomit onto the floor. “Nnnngghhhh BLARGAHHAFRGHH” the god awful sound came out of me and all over the floor. My mouth and nose burned as it flew out. The diarrhea just kept coming and so did the vomit. I stopped vomiting for a second and that’s when I surveyed the damage. If I could throw the whole bathroom away I would. Now, as sick as I am, I have to clean up this mess. I mustered up the last bit of strength inside of me and cleaned this room. I also made sure I had plenty of buckets around so this wouldn’t happen again. I crawled my ass back into bed and plopped right down. I fell asleep for hours in that bed. I thought that last round was, well, the last round!
It’s 3am and I wake up with the loudest gurgling I’ve ever heard. “Oh God not again” I think to myself. No, no, no this can’t be happening! I wish there was a word for what I felt because nauseous just didn’t sum it up. I tried to make it to the toilet but the first vomit was right there on the bedroom floor. When I felt more coming, I ran to the bathroom but barfed in the hallway. I was determined to finish this in the bathroom so I got back up and headed to the toilet. My stomach is SCREAMING at me at this point. When I reached that toilet I wrapped one arm around it (the other was around my stomach) and I don’t even know what happened. The amount of barf that left my mouth and nose was ungodly. In the middle of this powerful, loud, messy vomiting, my ass opens up and I shit my pants and all over the floor. This goes on for like 10 minutes. When I finish I look around and I’m horrified. There’s no way this is happening. I have to clean all this up and I don’t even know if I’m done or not!
I clean everything up, every piece of shit and vomit is picked up. It’s a brand new day and I’m stuck in this cycle of sick. At this point I don’t even know how there’s anything left to get out of me. I think I’m done, the gurgling stopped (for the most part) and I’m not horrifically nauseous anymore. I get back into bed and pray I’m done. I sleep for almost a whole day. There’s some gurgling here and there but nothing compared to what I just went through. I’ve gone almost 9 hours without opening one end or the other, I think I’m good.
I tried eating and drinking a little here and there and it’s stayed down for the most part. I think I’m good!
Almost 24 hours after this whole thing started, I get another gurgle. “Oh GOD, no please - no more” I think to myself. I can’t do it anymore. I can’t possible have anything left to send up and out. I feel everything churning again and I know what’s going to happen. Sure enough, I run back to the toilet and I projectile vomit, spraying the toilet. This time is different though, I feel better after this. I think I’m finally done which is great because the whole family is coming home tonight.
This was waiting to happen all day. It was slow and I choked on it a lot. I don’t know if you’ll be able to identify all the sounds my stomach and throat were doing.
Anyway, I think no one actually reads the story I write on each audio so let’s simplify it, there you go.
It was raining by the way. It’s audible sometimes
I forgot. If you wanna see the aftermath, keep reading :)
This happened 5 hours ago. 02:43 am and I was feeling so bloated and so so nauseous I almost gagged in the bed. I tried to breathe but I could feel it coming inevitably.
This happened quickly. I didn’t wanna record the part where I was uncontrollably dry heaving for like 5 minutes. I really wish someone would have been there to help me push into my stomach.
I kept feeling so sick after all that. I could feel something go up and down and up again in my throat but I gagged and heaved and retched and just a few very small chunks of what I think was cheese or maybe lasagna came up but nothing else. I woke up now and I’m still nauseous and my stomach keeps gurgling. Will anyone come and help me get whatever that is out of me?
The water you can hear in the background was not me. It was actually rain that was falling into a pipe and the pipe drained directly on my roof like a small waterfall. Annoying as fuck.
Most of the actual vomit was liquid so it went down the drain, there was a big pool in a moment that I wanted to take a picture of but I couldn’t stop retching. By the time I took this, those little chunks were all what was left. Sorry.
This is my favorite audio so far and it was a particularly nice feeling when it happened. The force when it was coming up and how my stomach contracted harshly against my hands, how my whole body trembled and almost convulsed, and the noises it made when it fell, the texture inside my mouth… just great. I hope you’ll give it some love.
I wonder how it would have turned out if it wasn’t storming so hard outside.
I don’t know what more to say…
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