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Thinking about the nervous, nauseous breathing before vomiting. Quick, sharp breaths. Shivering and shaking. An occasional burp interrupting their breaths, making their breathing even faster and more nervous. Their breath hitching when they feel like it's about to come up. The pure anxiety felt waiting for puke gush out, completely giving up oneself to this unwelcome feeling, hovering over a toilet bowl, shuddering more and more. And then come the deep, desperate breaths between waves of painful puke.
I've been struggling to write a full story lately and I'm sorry about that but I am thinking thoughts today that I want to share specifically about. someone eating a whole cake. there's just so many good situations that can come from it?
ok here's some thoughts btw and it ended up super long so buckle up:
someone who bakes a whole huge birthday cake for a birthday party that ends up cancelled. maybe it's someone else's so it's more disappointing than anything else; maybe it's their own and they're also heartbroken and hurt that nobody came or that the party couldn't happen. so they cut themself a slice of the cake as a consolation and it tastes so good and makes them feel a little better so they cut themself another. and then another. and then another. until they lift the knife and notice the platter is cleared and their stomach is full.
or maybe someone who had a hard day at work, so they stop at the grocery store to get one of the small cakes for themself, only they're sold out of the mini cakes. they do have plenty regular cakes, and they figure it can't hurt to cut themself a piece off of that, only they get home and pick up a fork like they would have if it was a single serve cake and just start eating. and they don't stop until the entire thing is gone, just like they would have otherwise.
or maybe someone who is at an event with too many dessert options, and after having one too many drinks with their friends, they get dared to eat one of the whole cakes that has thus far remained untouched. it doesn't seem like that big of a deal to their drunk mind, so they accept the dare and start eating. partway through, they realize it's a mistake, but they're already so far in and they can't possibly lose a dare.
or maybe someone is meant to go on a special date with their partner, but their partner breaks up with them instead. they go to their reservation alone and, when the waiter brings out the cake they had pre-ordered, they get lost in eating the cake alone without anyone to share it with and reminiscing over the relationship they've lost. they don't even realize they've been in a daze eating the whole thing until it's already gone.
or maybe someone who took home a cake as leftovers from a party a couple of weeks ago and forgot about it before now. they're cleaning out their fridge and find the container it was placed in and think that it's just cake and surely cake really can't go bad. they also can't justify putting it back in the fridge after taking it out, so they just mindlessly pick at it as they continue working. before they know it, the fridge is cleaned out, and so is their plate. it's also then that they start to realize that maybe a cake can go bad and give them food poisoning, if they aren't careful enough- and it seems like they weren't.
or maybe someone with an allergy who didn't realize that the cake they've been eating that tastes so good has a food that they cannot have in it. maybe it's something that causes a little bit of digestive upset, or maybe it's something that causes a lot of digestive upset (and more). either way, they don't find out about the incorrect allergen ingredient until after they've already scarfed down the whole entire thing and they're already starting to notice the early warning signs of a reaction.
or maybe someone who is a supernatural being who cannot consume cake in the first place. maybe they ended up at a wedding or a birthday or some sort of party where they're expected to eat human food, and this being that cannot digest human food, let alone one so dense and sugary and heavy. they're not sure how much a human would eat and end up consuming the whole thing, despite the fact that they are incapable of processing it.
or maybe someone who truly just loves cake and can't help themself once they're near one. they can't stop going back just for how much they love every bite they take. they feel an intense craving for cake today and can't stop eating, going back for more slices and bites. they don't see any reason not to with how much they enjoy it. at least, they don't see why not until they start to realize they've somehow fit an entire cake inside themself.
but regardless of how it happens, every one of these people would start experiencing pretty much the same thing afterwards I think:
a massive sugar rush that makes them feel all prickly with their heart beating too fast, their palms getting all sweaty, their stomach unable to properly digest anything with how quickly everything in their body seems to be moving and rushing along.
this would also like be followed by a similarly massive sugar crash, where their body refuses to do much of anything at all. their whole system starts getting so sluggish and struggles to process the sheer amount of they've stuffed themself with.
all the sugar and fat and flour and cream and everything in the cake is probably starting to give them an upset stomach. they would start bloating quite a bit, feeling a lot of indigestion as their belly struggles to process the cake they've eaten.
an even bigger problem is the sheer amount of cake they've eaten. there's so much of it inside of them that their stomach has had to expand to accommodate the amount and stretched out to fill them up as much as they can be filled, leaving them uncomfortable and bloated and stuffed.
their digestion slows down even more with the cake they've eaten, and they feel even more sluggish inside and out. after a while it feels like they aren't digesting anything at all, and the indigestion joins up with the acid reflux from the rich, creamy cake to have them hiccupping and burping and the feeling that some of their belches bring up a little bit of regurgitated cake with them.
a throbbing headache from all the sugar and a sense of exhaustion. they're so worn out that they try to lay down to sleep it off or at least rest, and even drink a little water to help with potential dehydration, but they're struggling to get any rest with how full their stomach is and how much it's starting to feel more and more uncomfortable.
they probably ate so much they upset the balance in their stomach. all the good bacteria has been disrupted and unbalanced by the bad coming in, and it bloats them out even more until they're filled with rumbling discomfort, too much air, filled with cake. it's probably more and more uncomfortable every second.
it's also probably getting soooooo noisy in their belly. once their stomach realizes how stuffed and upset it is, it definitely is going to start protesting and protesting loudly. all that sugar would start fermenting in their guts, which would definitely cause a lot of bubbling and burbling noises. not only that but their tummy and guts and intestines trying to break down all that sugar and fat and flour is going to sound really liquidy inside them- probably really gurgly the entire time it's trying to digest.
eventually, though, they're going to realize digestion is impossible. like they ultimately probably just won't be able to digest it all. at that point, probably:
after stuffing that much into themselves it would've been a miracle to be able to process it through their system. their digestion is going to start really struggling after not very long at all. it'll probably start rumbling really loudly. it wants them to know how upset it is and will give them long, deep, growling noises that keep rolling through their belly.
eventually the gas will build up, too. it won't just be all the cake they stuffed in themself that they just cannot digest, but they're going to get so bloated and uncomfortable. everything will feel like it's bubbling, from their throat down through their chest into their belly and their guts and down to their ass. it's all going to feel so, so full inside of them, but they've already eaten everything so there's really not much else to do at this point except try and get through it.
the upset brewing in their belly will eventually start churning its way up into a small storm inside of them. the water they tried to drink is making them feel a little sloshy, more liquidy noises churning up as everything churns together. their belly tries to process everything, even trying to push a little through into their intestines, and it starts making these popping feelings, along with these tight, high-pitched squeaks and whines and whimpers as their stomach tries to expand and take it all.
the little bubbles in the gas inside them will become bigger and bigger, shifts and pings and pops inside them that eventually become bigger belches. at first, they're probably hiccuppy burps, before they're starting to get deeper and wetter and combining with the acid reflux a little bit to bring up a little bit of the undigested and poorly-chewed cake in their belly at the end of each hard belch.
they're going to really start regretting it when their stomach starts threatening to empty itself and reject the sheer amount of cake that has been stuffed inside of it. they can run to the bathroom and try to get some of it out, but their belly hasn't managed to digest enough to get anything out that way.
they can try to feel better in other ways, especially since the bloat and discomfort and nausea are only growing. they try to drink more water to flush the sugar through their system, and they try to drink a little bit of tea, maybe ginger or peppermint, and they try to go for a little walk to get their belly to settle and encourage it to digest. unfortunately, they had so much that none of that is enough to get their stomach to settle down inside of them, as angry as it is.
eventually they're going to feel like their mouth is watering, fighting against the stomach acid attempting to claw its way up inside them. they'll probably feel something of a cold sweat coming on, and they'll go to lay down and be by themselves, away from everybody else. as they're walking to bed, they probably feel a little shaky, dizzy, sweaty. it's not easy to get into pajamas and lay down in bed on their own, but they manage it.
their digestive system is still trying to process everything, even if it's fighting a losing battle, and they just can't stop the sick, wet burps that keep coming. their stomach keeps spasming, the muscles fighting to push everything through, but failing to do so. it's probably only going to make them more uncomfortable and nauseated as it gets worse and worse.
they'll probably feel weak and exhausted. they're so drained it's hard to know what to do, but maybe they'll try to drink their tea, or take medicine, or rub their belly where it hurts the most. if someone comes to check on them, maybe they'll ask them to help rub their tummy, too. they're hoping it'll work (it won't).
eventually it just will become too much. they won't be able to fight it anymore. they feel the worst they've ever felt. with an entire cake stuffed inside them, they feel like their overloaded belly is on the brink of tearing them apart. they're too nauseated. after a bit, they realize it's all going to happen soon:
their stomach is just too overloaded. as they're laying there, feeling worse by the second, they start to realize they're just not going to be able to keep it all down. they're going to have to sit up quickly as the miserable queasiness intensifies, a warning snarl building up and forcing its way up their throat as a deep, wet belch that brings up a mouthful of mushed-up cake and stomach acid that they forcefully swallow back down with a loud, liquidy gurgle of protest from their tummy.
they only have seconds to launch themself out of bed. maybe they can't make it out of the room and they get sick in bed, or in the trash can, on their knees and bent over it; maybe they sprint out of their room and into their bathroom, shoving the toilet lids up and slamming down to their knees just in time for a horrible belch to rip up and out of them.
every burp probably tastes worse and worse. at first, it takes like the cake flavors, and the frosting, so thick and cloying and sweet in the back of their throat. it'll become worse as it melts with their stomach acid, becoming acidic and rancid and worse every time they taste it again until just the taste of it is enough to have them gagging. it just intensifies the whole horrible experience.
they try to breathe deeply, their whole body overheating and sweaty. even as they try to keep everything down, swallowing compulsively to keep it all in their tummy, taking long deep breaths, they don't think they can manage it. another deep belch rolls up, heavy and loud, and their stomach feels like a stormy battlefield, tumultuous and churning inside of them.
the heaviness in their belly will try to surge upwards, and they'll retch, spitting up a mouthful of sickly sweet and too-thick saliva into whatever receptacle they've found. they feel clammy, their stomach twisting violently, they shiver as pressure rises inside them and they belch sickly, deeply, tears pricking in their eyes. even when they try to take another deep breath, it's not enough, and they end up gagging on the end of it.
that's when everything will finally come rushing upwards. the cake went in one bite at a time, but it'll feel like it wants to come out all at once, a rush that gets squeezed up from inside of them and rips out in a violent surge. one gush after another will be forced out of them as their body finally rejects the entire cake they crammed down into their overstretched, churning, miserable tummy.
their belly will be determined to empty itself entirely. they won't be able to stop, expelling the cake one wave at a time, purging the contents one mouthful at a time. they'll wrap their arms around their stomach, or clutch the toilet or trash can or whatever they have, they'll probably cry as they can't stop emptying themselves until they're panting and gasping for air.
it'll take a while to get everything out of them. could take a long time, even, where they have to keep lurching back upwards and belching up another wave of vomit. every time they think they're done, there's another burp and another mouthful of puke pulled up. it's like their body is determined to make sure they feel the most regret possible over what they've done wrong today in eating an entire cake.
and then. they'll have to deal with the after effects.....
at first, there might even be a sense of relief. they aren't as full as they had been now that everything is out of them, feeling as if the worst has finally passed. their abused, tormented stomach is probably still gurgling weakly, rumbly and pathetic, occasionally forcing up another hiccup or burp.
their throat probably feels raw. their body is covered in a sticky sweat, pajamas clinging to them. they'll shakily get up and have to flush or rinse out whatever they got sick into. it'll be difficult to shower, but they have to to get the layer of grime off of them. by the time they get back in bed, they're practically collapsing into it. they probably groan when their stomach gives a sickly gurgle, rumbling in response to everything it's been through.
every now and then, their stomach will shudder. they try to take small, slow sips of water, but those make their tummy start to protest again, liquidy little gurgles bubbling up and making their nausea swell a little bit. they have to force themself to stop and set their water aside and take slow, deep breaths, closing their eyes and trying to sleep off the last of it.
they feel a little lighter, though they're exhausted and still have a rumbly tummy. their head and belly are both throbbing, and they just close their eyes and slowly rub their hand over their abused stomach, soft and gurgly under their palm. a mild nausea still lingers, but they just want to sleep through it.
their night is probably plagued with a lot of uncomfortable insomnia. they'll have heartburn, keep hiccupping and burping throughout the entire night, and probably so much acid reflux. they'll probably feel really restless, unable to stop moving, their stomach pushing them to continue shifting and writhing in bed all night long.
the next morning, they'll feel so sluggish and worn-out and exhausted, the results of overeating so much sugar, working so hard to purge it back out, and then spending a relatively sleepless night afterwards. they'll feel dehydrated and weak, their tummy will feel heavy and uncomfortable and bloated. their digestive system is probably still trying to work; they might even have to spend some time in the bathroom because of it.
even though they know that trying to eat something else might settle their stomach, they don't think they could manage to get anything to stay down if they swallowed it, even something small or savory. even the thought of eating a cracker makes them burp weakly in the back of their throat. they are full of so many things, and mostly, they are full of regrets for eating the whole cake in the first place.
they can try to stretch or take a walk or have a light breakfast or drink some water. they should probably try to have some electrolytes or something. if they can manage to keep it down. their system definitely needs to be flushed after everything they've done to it.
yeah so. you know. just thinking a lot about someone who might eat an entire cake. you know how it goes.
thinking about sickie in front of the toilet. on their knees. leaning forward.
thinking about how it's been a long day of feeling... off.
thinking about how the buildup was slow, how the nausea kept growing. thinking about the lunch sickie ate anyway. thinking about the water they drank, hoping something would make them feel less... off.
thinking about the burps that don't really give any release. thinking about the 'oh fuck' moment when they realise where this is going.
thinking about sickie on their knees. in front of the toilet.
leaning forward.
thinking about sickie burping. thinking about sickie panting. thinking about how the nausea is unbearable.
thinking about the water in the toilet. thinking about sickie perhaps closing their eyes because they don't want to see it.
thinking about the first gag. thinking about sickie spitting into the toilet. thinking about the second gag. the third.
thinking about how sickie's body hurts with nausea and the force of the spams trying to rid them of what's causing it.
thinking about that first splash of vomit. how small it is. how sickie has fought to get it out. thinking about sickie spitting. and burping. and vomiting again.
thinking about sickie on their knees. vomiting.
thinking about the sound of vomit hitting the water.
thinking about sickie between each wave. how they spit. how they burp.
thinking about how it finally ends. thinking about how sickie dares to lean away from the toilet. blow their nose. flush.
thinking about how sickie only feels marginally better afterwards..
They drag themself up to stand from where they’d been crouched over the toilet in vain. Despite their nausea, nothing has happened in the time they’ve been bruising their knees on the hard tile. Their bed calls to them.
They go to open the bathroom door, but as they reach for the handle, the nausea suddenly peaks, twisting their stomach and filling their mouth with a flood of coppery saliva. Sweat breaks out across their brow. A strangled cross between a gasp and a moan escapes them, and they hurriedly drape themself over the toilet bowl once more, their arms encircling the seat as they clutch it desperately.
Saliva streams out of their mouth as they gag shallowly over the water. They spit it out, panting with nausea. Their stomach is so angry, roiling inside of them. Any moment now… They dry-heave again, wrenching, their whole stomach clenching and their back arching with the force.
Ohhh, it’s coming up—
They bow their head over the toilet as they release a deep, guttural burp, sending up the first small wave of sick. It hurts. They heave again, and again, and again, gasping for air in between. Each heave has them lurching forward as they spew violently, heavy vomit spilling into the bowl with force.
Eventually they’re spared a moment of reprieve, strings of saliva and vomit hanging from their lips as they spit and gasp, and they think maybe they’ve finished. But then the nausea surges again.
Not again, they moan, but their tummy is already squeezing inwards. More sick pours out of them. They can do nothing but gag and belch forcefully, a mere vessel for their stomach’s rebellion as it violently rejects its contents.
Finally, finally, things settle a bit. They spit repeatedly, dry heaving a little as they do, trying to clear out their mouth. The sight of the toilet bowl filled with their own stomach contents, brown and chunky, threatens to make them gag again. They flush urgently, not looking as the sick swirls away.
They lie down in front of the toilet with a weak groan, completely worn out. They’d like to be somewhere more comfortable, but their stomach is still gurgling angrily. They don’t think they’re done yet…
I just want to hear someone moaning, see them rubbing their stomach, burping, gagging up tiny mouthfuls of stringy spit. I want them to say, “i think I’m gonna be sick…” - want to hear “I’m so- nauseous” as they fight through the retch building in their throat.
I could watch forever, their heaving stomach as they get close, building up anticipation, breathing through it, begging for it all to come up, talking about how sick they feel, on and on. Drooling, tongue lolling out their mouth, gags getting more productive, like a mantra: “i think I’m going to… [gag, spit, sigh, moan]” And repeat.
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 . . .
Just posting this to get it out my head and I can’t seem to word this right but ok so how about a sickie feeling unbearably nauseous clinging to dear life over a bucket as they’re too sick to be out of bed. Caretaker is stroking the hair off their clammy forehead and rubbing their back. Sickie’s tummy churns audibly and they wince and groan, burping sickly before immediately bringing up a silent gush of liquid which splatters heavily into the bucket.
Another underrated action. Sickie's nausea is giving them horrible, wet, hiccup-burps they just can't control. Maybe they've been drinking something carbonated to try to settle their stomach, and now it's mixed with saliva and stomach acid and suddenly, one particularly nasty heave of their stomach brings up a mouthful they absolutely cannot swallow down, so they have to spit it out - into a receptacle if they're lucky, or maybe into a napkin, or the sidewalk, or . . . the floor. And it gets the yuckiness out of their mouth for the moment but they know there's more waiting to come up.
Or . . . sickie ate too much and has bad indigestion. A burp will help, right? So they're forcing them up, under their breath, trying to feel better. But the discomfort in their stomach keeps building, and the next burp comes up on its own, except it brings a little more with it. It's not a full vomit, not yet, but just enough to cause panic to set in, because the next time they spit up, there's going to be a lot more . . .
i discovered the hottest thing about a character vomiting. their stomach compacting in on itself and rolling as it expels from the mouth. i saw a fic describe someone's belly visibly squeezing and forcing it out. i want to see how the contents travel up from the stomach to the throat and then out. i need animation of the muscles of the torso constricting and shrinking before it shudders back out once it has been regurgitated. i did this animation in like 5 minutes just to get it on the page but this is what i want.
the road is old and poorly maintained, full of potholes and bumpy patches. you're driving with a carsick sickie, trying to dodge as much of the bad road as you can, listening to their sick sounds, their quiet burps and soft moans and forced swallows.
coming around a turn, you see at the last minute a deep, wide pothole, the kind that would certainly give your car a flat tire. you're forced to swerve, dodging, and beside you in the passenger seat your sickie makes a strangled heaving noise, a hand coming up to cover their mouth.
"ohhhh, i don't feel good," they say, holding their belly with their free hand. "i'm really sorry, i think i might be sick soon."
"it's okay, baby. there are plastic bags in the glove compartment, let's get you one."
trying to keep the car steady, you lean over and find one of the bags, passing it to your sickie. they moan and open it, leaning over their lap with their hand still cluthing their sick tummy. a little bit of saliva drips over their lower lip to crinkle onto the plastic. you can hear their heavy, strained breaths as they try to hold back the inevitable.
in your distraction, you haven't been keeping a close enough watch on the road. before you can react, the right front tire dips into a hollow in the concrete, and the passenger side of the car bounces.
your sickie lets out a deep, sick-sounding belch. they snatch the bag and hold it up to their mouth just in time to catch a thin stream of bile.
"owww, it hurts," they tell you.
you take one hand off the wheel to rub their back. they retch, loud and empty, and you can feel all their back muscles tightening with the effort.
"just get it up, baby. come on, almost there," you tell your sickie as they struggle.
their labored breathing catches, and then they heave again, a guttural thing, producing a mouthful of sick. they cough in surprise and spit, gasping for air.
a minute later, there's another bump in the road you can't avoid, and your sickie groans and jerks over the bag, this time throwing up a heavy stream. it's chunky now—you can hear their stomach contents splattering against the plastic.
and so it goes. your sickie is moaning and squirming with discomfort, their nausea unavoidable. with every twist and uneven spot, they belch and gag and get sick, unable to control themself as their unhappy belly purges.
"the bag is getting full," they whine, right before a sharp burp brings up another small stream of vomit. they let out a pained, tired noise. "i can't stop."
"there's a gas station up ahead, it's okay. just let it all out."
pulling into the parking spot produces another strained retch and mouthful of vomit from your sickie. you wait for them to finish, still rubbing their back until they feel they can let go of the bag.
you come back from the gas station, having disposed of the full bag, to find your sickie has thrown up down their front, too weak and exhausted to get themselves out over the asphalt. orange bile and a couple chunks stain their shirt and cling to their chin.
you sigh and clean your sickie up, wiping their face off and getting them a new shirt to wear. you hand them a fresh bag from the glove compartment. it's going to be a long drive.
currently obsessed with the progression from "it's fine, my stomach's just bothering me a little" to "no, i think i'm going to be sick" when someone keeps asking sickie if they are okay
thinking of being sick and sitting on the floor and telling my caretaker i don't feel so good. They know I'm about to puke, but they know I'm also too shaky to hold the bucket myself. The solution? They use their thighs to hold the bucket in place as they hold my hair back and allow me to choke up puke and let it splatter sickeningly into the plastic. Maybe they like it, maybe they use the hard plastic edge to grind against it, the vibrations of my vomit hitting the bucket and the warmth seeping from the bile into the plastic and onto their skin enough to get them horny.
so, this might've turned out a little less horny than expected but still, this pose was too damn good for me to pass up. these are not supposed to be any ocs, just tried to come up with some generic designs. might redoit though, with other characters.
obsessed with that deep belch just before throwing up. priming the sickie’s stomach, maybe bringing up some sticky bile or a mouthful of chunks, maybe empty, but a clear sign that they’re in a desperate situation now.
maybe they were feeling nauseous enough that they’re already waiting in front of the toilet or with a bucket beneath their chin, maybe their stomach was a little upset but they didn’t think it would come to this and they’re completely unprepared.
their stomach gurgles, and they feel the need to burp, only what comes out is sharp, guttural, loud. straight from their guts, making them lurch forward with it, mouth forced open for what’s to come…
obsessed with that deep belch just before throwing up. priming the sickie’s stomach, maybe bringing up some sticky bile or a mouthful of chunks, maybe empty, but a clear sign that they’re in a desperate situation now.
maybe they were feeling nauseous enough that they’re already waiting in front of the toilet or with a bucket beneath their chin, maybe their stomach was a little upset but they didn’t think it would come to this and they’re completely unprepared.
their stomach gurgles, and they feel the need to burp, only what comes out is sharp, guttural, loud. straight from their guts, making them lurch forward with it, mouth forced open for what’s to come...
