Burp For Me Please

Exhausted from the stress of feeling ill, they’re desperate to get some rest. Their stomach is churning now and their flatmates’s friends omment on how pale they are— are they feeling all right?

They muster a nod and suppress a belch that tastes like a sour version of dinner. Their stomach HURTS, they need to lie down. Hurrying and stumbling to their bedroom causes their bowels to rumble, and they nearly pivot to the bathroom, but it’s occupied.

Reluctantly, they slide a hand over their abdomen, feeling it gurgle unpleasantly. Easing into bed doesn’t comfort their tummy, lying down hardly helps, their insides are liquifying.

I thought it was weird that he had a hand pressed to his abdomen but I didn’t think he was going to spew his breakfast all over the sidewalk.

He just stopped short, made this horrible moaning / gurgling noise and suddenly what looked like half digested scrambled eggs and bacon was just…. erupting from this man’s mouth.

He’d just left this little coffee / breakfast spot, and it was clear his meal didn’t agree with him. This poor guy was a sickfic level of publicly unwell.

He kept making these awful heaving noises, it was foul but he clearly couldn’t control the stomach convulsions. Like, it was spraying everywhere and he panicked, which sent it…everywhere.

He tried to like, stop himself I think or comfort his belly because then he clutched his stomach with both hands but…the pressure sent more back up, covering the sidewalk and splashing his shoes.

I ask as I walk up behind you, my hands sliding up your swollen tummy under your oh so tight shirt. I feel every gurgle and churn under my hand as you moan and whimper.

You start to salivate, a punishment for eating so much. But it was delicious wasn’t it…?

I’ll go through everything you packed into your belly as you gag at the thought of what you’ve done to yourself.

“Let’s get you to the bathroom… I don’t think your upset tummy’s gonna stay down for long.”

…

They tense up for a moment and swallow, forcefully, while your tongue keeps exploring them. Your right hand is still softly stroking their tight, full tummy, and sickened heat radiates through their skin and against your palm – their body feels so good. Almost instinctively your hand moves lower again. You can’t help but feel almost sad that you fed them this much, because you doubt there’s enough time anymore to flip them on their stomach and fuck them. They groan into your mouth a bit before you lay the hand to rest on the bed again.

”It’ll feel okay soon. Your tummy will handle it just fine”, you exit the kiss for a second to whisper to them. Before you return to kiss them you take another look at their face: their skin is so green, and you swear you can see one or two sweat droplets running down their forehead.

”I- I feel sick-”, their shaky, weak voice speaks, but you hush them: ”I know, baby. Don’t worry”. Your lips meet once again and they kiss you back a little harder this time – they want it too even though they’re so indisposed. You become more intense, more relentless, and your lips dance over their mouth almost fiercely. They’re still so very gentle, and their mouth is so wet and dreamy, you can’t help it. You’ve never had them like this. All of a sudden they let out a little burp into your mouth; their movements come to a halt. They seem to recover from it quickly enough, but right as you feel them continuing to kiss you again they moan, loud and pained, and pulls away. 

Doing things like encouraging the sickie to eat when they know it'll just come right back up, pressing on the sickies tummy that little bit too hard, telling the sickie that maybe they'd feel better if they tried to burp a bit, feeding them expired food! There's so many options! :3

The sickie could know what the caretakers up to and enjoy it to, or they could be suspicious but far from confident, or they could be too sick to even consider that someone could do this to them on purpose!