fictional ppl getting sick

"did you have enough to eat?" *belch*

"is your stomach satisfied?" *burps in their face*

"is that carbonation feeling weird in your tummy?" *makes a face of discomfort and releases a soft burp*

"is your tummy feeling a little funny?" *tummy burbles and burps up a little food into their mouth*

"mmmffh.....my tummy feels weird."

"Weird how, love" But by then his little has started puking all over her cute outfit.

or....

Awoken in the middle of the night by their little whining and complaining when they suddenly spew, needing comfort for their poor sick tummy.

or even....

overeating just for daddy. "Mmm, I feel funny in my belly, but if daddy wants me to keep eating....ohh, hic-urp!"

"what's the matter, baby?"

"hehe, nothin daddy, my tummy just hic-urp! felt funny."

"well then lovely, have some more cake."

"mmm, cake! thank you - uuuurrrrlpp! - daddy! ohhh, my tummy's feeling -- hicURRRGHHLLLK!"

looking down at the mess that they made, all the vomit that escaped them, they seem confused. "huh? what happened? i- hicurrpppp!"

Jackie's round tummy gurgled and whined as she sat up on the bed. She burped behind a hand, cheeks turning rosy with embarrassment. "Oh -- excuse me. Mmm....I don't know where that came from." She groaned a bit. Why was the room so hot?

Interactive emeto story! What happens in part two? Should Jackie

-Take her shirt off, it's too warm

-Have some water

"Sorry, I'll clean it up..."

"Ugh, I don't think I'm done."

"I hate this. I can't—" *throws up some more*

"Don't touch me. P-Please."

"Get outta here. I don't want you to see me like this."

"I think it's coming."

"m'sorry. I know you can't stand puke..."

*covers hand with mouth* "I need a bin."

*retching painfully with little results* "Why can't... I stop?"

"C-Can you go get [preferred caretaker]?"

*spitting* "I think I'm done..."

"Sorry you had to see that."

*tearfully* "I'm so nauseous but nothing's happening."

*during a brief reprieve* "I've never felt this sick."

"This is torture."

*pressing on midsection and stifling burps* "Ugh, sorry. My stomach..."

"C-Can you get me some water?"

"Oh no, I missed..."

*moans and rests head on toilet seat waiting to see if there's more*

"This is so not what I needed today."

the long-awaited audio! edited down from 30 minutes to include some stuffing sounds, burping, and letting it all spew!

the long-awaited audio! edited down from 30 minutes to include some stuffing sounds, burping, and letting it all spew!

so i get like super nauseous when im anxious and stressed and my current situation at work (id rather not go into it) has been stressing me the fuck out. I already wasnt feeling well that night and had to force myself to make food and had some scrambled eggs. That triggered a burping fit which made me more nauseous.

now however as you listen to (and feel) her stomach gurgling, you realise she was probably not exaggerating at all. she's still asleep and you don't wanna wake her, but as her breathing becomes more rapid and shallow, you wonder if you should, just in case.

"babe?" you say softly, nudging her gently. she moans, and a trickle of drool drips from her lips as she does so. alright, you think, so this is happening... "babe, wake up..."

her eyes flutter open and you can see the sleepy confusion turn into dismay into panic into resignation... "mmmgonna puke," she mumbles.

"alright," you reply, trying to think. "it's alright, babe." you move as swiftly as you can, while trying not to jostle her too much and hasten the inevitable. you help her sit up (and wince in sympathy as you see how bloated her stomach really is) and look around for a solution.

your gf lets out a miserable groan accentuated by a wet burp, and her body slumps forward. there's no way she's making it into the bathroom. "gonna... *urrp* puke..." she repeats, as if you didn't realise that already.

you finally spot the trash bin and lunge for it, and place it in her lap. you sit next to her and put your arm around her. "it's alright, babe," you say again, trying to offer some reassurance.

still, it takes several minutes for anything to happen beyond the increasingly sickly burps that erupt from her lips. she's so nauseous she's shaking in your arms, clutching the trash bin with both hands, and you want to help her find release so you rub her bloated belly, applying gentle pressure that makes her whimper out loud...

Rielle is sad over a breakup, a fight with her best friend, doing poorly on an essay she worked hard on, her grandfather’s failing health, her family’s financial woes, and the list goes on.

Her usual solution is to eat her feelings.

So she DoorDashes Buffalo Wild Wings, her comfort food, then eats an entire box of soft Valentine’s Day sugar cookies with pink and red frosting and finishes off the half tub of ice cream in her freezer, all within the course of an hour.

Rielle is so consumed by her attempt to numb the pain in her heart that she doesn’t notice the growing pain in her belly for a while. She’s bloated and uncomfortable, tossing and turning in bed while 10 Things I Hate About You plays on her laptop. Her stomach gurgles, and she belches loudly, massaging her abdomen. She regrets eating all of that food and tries to drink water and ginger ale to settle her stomach, but her nausea only intensives.

Rielle doesn’t want to move, but she feels like she’s gonna throw up. She thinks maybe she’ll keep it down because after all, she’s never thrown up from eating too much before — only food poisoning, a stomach virus, and that one time as a side effect of her antidepressant. But puking from eating to much was something little kids did, and she was twenty-one years old.

Her mouth began to water. She gulped down mouthfuls of thick saliva, each one making her feel queasier. Droplets of sweat pooled on her forehead and trickled down her temples and neck. She was shivering and suffocating under her blankets, feeling like she might explode.

She suddenly retched, her stomach contracting and her head jerking forward, a sharp pain stabbing her neck as the thick, half digested contents of her overfilled stomach forced their way upward.

She gagged again a few more times, her hand covering her mouth as she tried to take deep breaths and will away the inevitable.

Another retch and a wave of vomit gushed from Rielle’s throat and splattered on the floor and against the side of her bed. She gagged and threw up more, helplessly watching the puddle liquid chunks grow larger. She belched and spat up a little more puke, her stomach still gurgling and cramping. She groaned and vomited again and again, sometime in the middle finding the strength to move over to her trashcan.

The nausea hit Alicia suddenly and intensely leaving her gagging over her plate of cake crumbs. She burped and heaved, holding the plate under her chin to catch the orange and brown liquid that poured from her mouth.

She looked up and saw that no one had noticed her pizza and chips from earlier had made a reappearance on her plate. Swallowing mouthfuls of saliva and keeping the plate by her mouth, she stood up and walked toward the house. In front of the door, Alicia’s stomach convulsed again. She coughed and spewed a heavy stream of stuffed crust chunks and pepperoni bits. The plate was filling up now, liquid sloshing back and forth threatening to spill over as she hurried to the bathroom.

She walked in, closed the door, and set the plate on the sink. She thrust open the toilet lid just in time for another stream of vomit to gush from her throat and splash into the water below. She panted and gagged, lips parted and eyes squeezed shut. Saliva trickled from her mouth and pooled in the messy mixture. She sniffled and the acidic, foul odor assaulted her nostrils, soiling any pleasant memories she’d had of the party food’s aroma. Violently and loudly retching, she brought up more of the food she’d eaten that afternoon.

She heard a knock at the door.

"Alicia, are you alright in there?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah, all good!" she called, her strained and weak voice in sharp contrast with her words. Tears streamed down her face and a particularly gnarly cramp sent her doubling over and clutching her stomach. She belched deeply. Gobs of half digested bread and sauce hit the water, splashed against the sides of the toilet, and flung droplets onto Alicia’s forehead. She rubbed her palm across her face and realized she was sweating profusely.

"I think she’s throwing up," a muffled voice said.

"Are you sure you’re okay?" Rachel asked again. Alicia coughed and sputtered, her cheeks burning from embarrassment. She wanted to be left alone. But, Rachel was her sister, after all. She’d thrown up on Rachel before, so it’s not like this was anything she’d never seen. As she struggled to keep her hair from falling into the line of fire, Alicia wanted to ask Rachel to come in and hold it back for her. But, she didn’t.

Alicia vomited for ten more minutes before finally standing up, pouring the contents of the plate into the toilet, and flushing. She rinsed her mouth out and splashed her face with water. Even after minutes of gargling and spitting, she still could taste barf on her tongue. She also tried to get the chunks of puke out of her hair. Her stomach didn’t hurt anymore, but it didn’t feel great either.

Rachel was waiting outside the door. "What happened?"

"I don’t know," Alicia sighed, sitting at the kitchen table. "My stomach just got upset all of a sudden."

"Are you okay?" Rachel placed her hand on Alicia’s back.

"I guess."

nervous stomachs for example often have the same types of noises, long, hollow moans, often very loud, sounding like big, pockets of air shifting around, cause that’s usually exactly what is happening

high pitched, twisty sounding noises are often the complaints of a nauseous stomach

another indicator of a sick tummy is a low, slow, rolling, almost foamy sounding gurgle, followed by a very high pitched creaking noise at the end

Tw/Cw: emeto, public emeto, sick/no comfort, shaming, food mention, public

Thank you for giving me a reason to make a part two to one of my favourite posts anon :)

Sorry if it’s doesn’t have the same vibe to the original

part 1

Okay onto the dialogue prompts

And older video of me! Pukey!! Well...a video poor Pukey Princess (moi!) losing tummy churning battle with horrible nausea and a very queasy, churny tummy 😵🥺😩😭🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮

This was, I think, yet another pukey hangover 😫 🤢🤮. It was me early the next morning after new years 🥂💚☺😶🥴🚗🍾😵🥳🧁🍰🍨🍫🥡🍪🎂🍩🥂🥂🥂🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮😔😔😔🤢🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮