Emeto blog. Mainly sickfics but might branch out as time goes by.
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Decided to stop lurking and join the big bad world and start posting. I will mainly be writing sickfics and I’ll take requests for OC’s or fandoms, even if I’m not in the fandom I’ll try my best to do it justice. Please be nice this is my first time posting and I’m new to this 😭
Things I like: Stuffing Motion sickness - cars, planes, boats, rollercoasters, literally anything that moves General natural puking Nauseous burps/gags/retching
This isn’t my best piece of work but it could be worse so oh well. This is very loosely based on the time I went to Disney land Paris and one of my friends threw up but I’ll tell the true story another time if you guys want to hear it. Anyway, I hope you enjoy. Also I couldn’t think of a better name for this fic so it’s kind of basic but if anyone has any suggestions I will happily take them.
Rollercoasters
I don’t normally do rollercoasters but my friends convinced me so now here I am. I knew it was going to be a bad idea to eat before going on swarm but now I’m in the queue so there’s not much I can do. I was really hungry so I had the lunch I packed for myself which consisted of a sandwich, an apple, a packet of crisps, a twirl bar and a big pack of Haribo, and a KFC burger and chips. Even now thinking about it I’m trying not to gag.
We’re at the front of the queue now and I’m starting to burp which is not a good sign.
“Are you good?” One of my friends asks.
“Yep,” I reply but really I think I might throw up at some point soon.
We get on and the safety seat belt thing is pressing into my stomach which does not help. It begins and I lock my jaw shut trying not to throw up on this ride. It twists and turns jostling my food around. I feel it coming up my throat and I start panicking. Finally it stops but we can’t get off yet because they’re still buckling people in on the carriage in front. I haven’t thrown anything up on this ride and I feel it going back down my throat which I am so thankful of. Suddenly our carriage starts moving again which rockets my half-digested food into my mouth making my cheeks expand. I know I can’t swallow this because if I do I will projectile vomit everywhere (I’ve done it before). The seat belt things finally lift and I run, pick up my things and sprint out of there my hand over my mouth. I know where the toilet is so I’m trying to get there when I feel another sudden wave of nausea. I know what’s coming so it spit the puke that’s in my mouth into my hand just before another bout of vomit refills my cheeks. I finally get to the toilet, vomit spilling from my hands just in time for a third much more powerful wave is ejected from my mouth filling the porcelain bowl. A brief pause in vomiting fills me with hope before some wet burps make me question if I’m done. After a few minutes I decide I am done so I wipe my mouth, flush the toilet and exit the cubicle going to wash my hands. However it turns out I’m not done though because I suddenly gag and throw up some more of my Haribo into the sink but some are still stuck in my throat causing me to cough and retch.
One of my friends had followed me into the toilet and were by my side in an instant rubbing my back as I burped up another mouthful of vomit. When there was a slight pause in vomiting my friend led me back into the cubicle and closed the door behind us. One hand rubs my back whilst the other wanders around my side to my stomach, rubbing soothing circles on my stomach. It contracts under her hand whilst the last of my stomach contents struggles to make its way up my throat. She whispers comforting, encouraging words until I’m done, then she helps me out of the bathroom. The nausea subsides and I splash some water on my face getting ready to go back outside, find the rest of my friends and pretend nothing happened. What a day.
Just thinking about people’s stomachs contracting when they throw up, like what I would give to just lay my hand on someone’s stomach as it contracts and they throw up mouthfuls of vomit into the toilet. AARGHH I need this to happen 😭😭😭
The other day I met up with my friend who I don’t see very often and we went out for brunch. Whilst we were driving to the cafe she mentioned feeling slightly queasy but we both brushed it off because she has quite a weak stomach so feels nauseous quite a lot and most of the time she doesn’t actually throw up. When we got there we looked through the menus and one of the things you could order was a hot cross bun.
She saw it and mentioned the time we were sat next to each other on a coach for a school trip and she had eaten a hot cross bun but because of motion sickness, she had thrown it all up into a plastic bag but then, because there were no bins on the coach she had had to put the puke-filled bag into her back pack and carry it into the theatre.
The thought of this story clearly made her feel queasier and she burped subtly and swallowed but she kept brushing it off and said that she’d feel better once she’d had something to eat because she hadn’t eaten anything all day (she doesn’t eat breakfast it makes her throw up - weak stomach). We ordered our food, I had a stack of pancakes and she had a full English breakfast and we both ordered smoothies to go with it. We chatted the whole time and everything was good until about 2/3 of the way through when I noticed her rubbing her stomach. I asked her if she was okay and she said yes and kept eating. We were just finishing her smoothies when she burped and then gagged into her hand. I asked again if she was sure that she was okay and she finally admitted that she felt like she might throw up but she just blamed it on the fact that she ate her food too fast. We finished and paid and we got back in the car.
I told her to just say if she needed me to pull over at any point and also gave her a plastic bag from my glove compartment. I could hear her upset stomach gurgling the whole time and every now and then she would lift the bag up to her lips, let out a wet burp and then put it back down.
We got back to her flat without any incidents but she’s still clearly nauseous I take her to the bathroom and she sits in front of the toilet. She stays there for about five minutes gagging and heaving but not getting anything up and then she asks me to rub her belly!!! Guys I literally died this is like my dream scenario. Anyway I try to keep it cool and help her out so I sit behind her and rub her belly and she starts burping up small mouthfuls of breakfast and every time she gagged I felt her stomach contract. She continued burping up small mouthfuls then all of a sudden she let out a deep wet burp and a thick stream of undigested food came pouring out of her. I move round slightly so I can rub her back aswell as her stomach and moving also gave me a better view of the beautiful mess she was making in the toilet. Obviously my number one concern was whether she was okay or not but her throwing up was so hot 🥵.
Anyway after a few more powerful waves the vomit started to tamper off letting her catch her breath. I was still rubbing her back and giving her gently encouragement and telling her to get it up if she needs to and that she’ll feel much better once it’s out. She burped up a couple more mouthfuls and then came to the conclusion she was done.
I helped her up, out of the bathroom and onto the sofa and got her a bucket just in case and a glass of water. I sat down next to her while she put on a movie and drank the water. A few minutes in she gagged and slapped her hand over her mouth and I quickly grabbed the bucket and held it for her to puke into. I held the bucket with one hand and rubbed her back with the other. Her vomit was mainly water with a couple of chunks. After she was done I put the bucket back on the floor and she lied down on the sofa with her head on my lap. She spent the rest of the movie rubbing her stomach and burping into her hand every now and then. Near the end of the movie she fell asleep. I made sure the bucket was by her head and slowly got up and let myself out.
I text her later to make sure she was okay and she said that she hadn’t thrown up since and said she must have just overeaten or something.
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.
