magic puke world

overfull strained burps that are 50% belly slosh

gurgles that prompt winces and groans

burps that start out big and relieving but get smaller and sicker as the belly runs out of room

burps followed by “oof” sounds

gurgling rises slowly through a stuffed stomach before emerging as a burp

Her head swam as she laid in bed, the darkness of the room a welcome comfort to her drunken body. She felt weightless but also like a million pounds at the same time, finger tips numb, her stomach did little flip flops that sent waves of nausea from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes. Carefully, she inhaled through her nose and then slowly exhaled through her mouth, still her stomach turned and the nausea increased just slightly; lightly, she pressed her palm against her sick tummy and began to rub while thinking of the last drink she swallowed before being brought to bed. Malibu rum. She could still taste it in the back of her throat, sweet and strong.

“Har…” She called out, hoping her girlfriend would hear.

In the laundry room, Harper heard her girlfriend call her name, a smile spread across her berry painted lips.

“Yeah, Jesse?” Harper called back. “Are you coming to bed soon?” “I’ll be there in a minute, yes…do you need me?” Harper turned slightly and looked over her shoulder towards their bedroom. “I-I feel a bit barfy…” Her girlfriend responded, words soft and slurring slightly together. “M'kay…hang on” Harper’s smile widened, heart beginning to race.

Jesse closed her eyes, the room was spinning now, she pushed her palm in a bit harder and found herself almost gagging. Her stomach gurgled and sloshed audibly as it tried to process the large amount of alcohol and all the food she had put into it. Jesse’s inebriated mind sidetracked and thought of all the wonderful things she may be bringing up: pizza, mac and cheese, chocolate pudding, bread, corn dogs and half a gallon of strawberry milk all mixed with sweet, sugary alcohol. The different textures that would slide across her tongue and then splash into the toilet bowl, Jesus, she was getting wet. Jesse slipped her free hand down her panties and used her slender middle and pointer fingers to rub her pussy. The slightly motion caused her stomach to slosh even more so.

“Harper…baby, I feel like I might throw up” “I know sweetheart, I’m coming” Harper answered before flicking off the laundry room light.

Admittedly, Harper had gotten a bit distracted thinking about her drunken girlfriend’s churning stomach and how beautiful she would look hanging over the toilet; her abdominal muscles clenching repeatedly to bring everything up. The last several minutes were spent rubbing her clit instead of folding laundry, it was much more satisfying. Harper walked across the dimly lit living room space between the laundry room and her bedroom, the carpet was rough under her bare feet and her head felt a bit heavy. She was a bit tipsy, but not drunk the way Jesse was, she would be able to talk care of her girlfriend and wake up in the morning hangover free. Harper reached the bedroom door in a few strides, she pushed gently pushed it the rest of the way open and smiled at the sight of her half naked girlfriend laying in their bed. She took the few steps to the edge of the bed and sat down next to Jesse, her hand quickly replacing Jesse’s.

“Haven’t even thrown up yet and you’re already so wet, baby” Harper’s voice came in the darkness around them. “Mm, got excited thinking about it..” “C'mon, lets get you to the bathroom” Harper said, beginning to pull her fingers away and stand again. “N-no…not yet, just a few more minutes…please” Jesse’s voice was a desperate mix of nausea and sexual arousal.

Without reply, Harper leaned down and pressed her lips to Jesse’s, her free hand coming up to cup one of her girlfriend’s large, supple breasts. She worked her fingers easily against Jesse’s clitoris and found herself smiling at the way the other girl moaned into their deep, hot kisses. In slight masochistic fashion, Jesse rubbed her stomach harder again, the increased pressure providing momentary relief before the nausea rushed back at twice the intensity. Breaking the kiss, she turned her head to the side and gagged, Harper stared down at her, a wry smile across her full lips.

“You’re so sexy” Harper said, her voice dripping with sexual angst.

Jesse’s cheeks flush hot as she stared up at Harper’s backlit silhouette, she was now riding the fine line between orgasm and making a mess on the bedroom floor, she needed to make a decision.

“Can we go to the bathroom now?” Her voice was a barely above a whisper. “Are you ready to give me a show?” The tone Harper’s voice took was sultry and smooth.

Jesse merely nodded and her stomach gurgled loudly under her palm.

“I’ll take you to the bathroom, but first I want you to tell me how you feel right now” As she spoke, Harper played with Jesse’s nipple, the stimulation was almost too much.

How did she feel right now? Fuck, focus Jesse. Her stomach rolled inside her, the contents sloshing and bubbling harshly. Her mouth was filling with salty saliva and now she was swallowing convulsively to keep her mouth from overflowing. The room spun around her. Her nipples were so sensitive and her clit was swollen, the brink of orgasm was so close now. She was desperate. Desperate to cum, desperate to throw up. Fuck, fuck.

“Desperate…I feel desperately sick.” She trembled as she spoke. “And?” “A-and I’m seconds away f-from lo-losing it. I need to puke, now.” The urgency in her voice made Harper quiver.

Harper stood and helped Jesse stand up, her last words echoing in her ears. Need to. Need. Harper loved the way Jesse used those words, the desperation in her voice, the way she leaned against her as they walked to the bathroom. Harper was so turned on it was damn near painful. The bathroom light was overwhelmingly bright when Harper turned it on as she moved smoothly towards the toilet to settle Jesse. She looked just as beautiful as Harper had imagined, she was on her knees, ass stuck out and legs slightly parted, her fingers gripped the edges of the bowl. For a moment, Harper stood back and took in this site, it was perfect. Nearly breathtaking.

"Bruuuuhp” Jesse burped dryly above the clear toilet water. “Good, baby, good” Harper kneeled down behind Jesse and cupped her overly full, drunken belly with one hand. “It’s gonna come up, I feel it” Jesse answered before spitting excess saliva into the toilet. “What can I do to help?”

Harper shook slightly, she wanted nothing more than to fuck her girlfriend senseless while she vomited.

"Tou-hruuuup” A sharp burp cut Jesse off and caused her to gag. “Touch me…please” Jesse said after a few deep breaths.

Harper complied without hesitation, she massaged Jesse’s stomach and relished in the way it gurgled and rolled against her palm; her free hand reached up and squeezed one of Jesse’s breasts. From where she sat, Harper had the perfect view of her girlfriend, she was able to watch each dry heave start in Jesse’s stomach muscles and cause her shoulder to roll forward, her back hunching slightly.

"Don’t fight it, baby girl, you’ll feel better after” Harper’s voice encouraged. “Uuurp” A small, wet burp was the drunk girl’s only response. “Just let it come up” “Bruuup…bruuup” Her burps were getting wetter in anticipation for what was to come.

Just as Jesse was getting ready to burp again, it was replaced with a productive retch and a large wave of sick gushed out of her parted lips. It smelled of sweet, strong alcohol. The rancid stomach content splashed thickly into the waiting toilet water which had no time to settle before being assaulted by another copious amount of splattered into the bowl. With little thought, Harper removed her hand from Jesse’s breast, inserted two fingers into her girlfriend’s soaking hole and began moving them.

“There you go, that’s it” Harper cooed. “Mmf…har-harder harder” Jesse’s voice pleaded in between retches.

I want her to burp.

Her face is lightly twisted, discomfort making her voice strained as she excuses herself. When she thinks you’re not looking, she’ll try to discreetly rub her churning tummy.

As she lets out burp after burp

Uncontrollably, becoming more frequent as time passes

Until suddenly—

A poorly-muffled belch gets stuck—

Midway—

And is followed with a choked gasp, or a

“I—I feel like—“

Her head swam as she laid in bed, the darkness of the room a welcome comfort to her drunken body. She felt weightless but also like a million pounds at the same time, finger tips numb, her stomach did little flip flops that sent waves of nausea from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes. Carefully, she inhaled through her nose and then slowly exhaled through her mouth, still her stomach turned and the nausea increased just slightly; lightly, she pressed her palm against her sick tummy and began to rub while thinking of the last drink she swallowed before being brought to bed. Malibu rum. She could still taste it in the back of her throat, sweet and strong.

“Har…” She called out, hoping her girlfriend would hear.

In the laundry room, Harper heard her girlfriend call her name, a smile spread across her berry painted lips.

“Yeah, Jesse?” Harper called back. “Are you coming to bed soon?” “I’ll be there in a minute, yes…do you need me?” Harper turned slightly and looked over her shoulder towards their bedroom. “I-I feel a bit barfy…” Her girlfriend responded, words soft and slurring slightly together. “M'kay…hang on” Harper’s smile widened, heart beginning to race.

Jesse closed her eyes, the room was spinning now, she pushed her palm in a bit harder and found herself almost gagging. Her stomach gurgled and sloshed audibly as it tried to process the large amount of alcohol and all the food she had put into it. Jesse’s inebriated mind sidetracked and thought of all the wonderful things she may be bringing up: pizza, mac and cheese, chocolate pudding, bread, corn dogs and half a gallon of strawberry milk all mixed with sweet, sugary alcohol. The different textures that would slide across her tongue and then splash into the toilet bowl, Jesus, she was getting wet. Jesse slipped her free hand down her panties and used her slender middle and pointer fingers to rub her pussy. The slightly motion caused her stomach to slosh even more so.

“Harper…baby, I feel like I might throw up” “I know sweetheart, I’m coming” Harper answered before flicking off the laundry room light.

Admittedly, Harper had gotten a bit distracted thinking about her drunken girlfriend’s churning stomach and how beautiful she would look hanging over the toilet; her abdominal muscles clenching repeatedly to bring everything up. The last several minutes were spent rubbing her clit instead of folding laundry, it was much more satisfying. Harper walked across the dimly lit living room space between the laundry room and her bedroom, the carpet was rough under her bare feet and her head felt a bit heavy. She was a bit tipsy, but not drunk the way Jesse was, she would be able to talk care of her girlfriend and wake up in the morning hangover free. Harper reached the bedroom door in a few strides, she pushed gently pushed it the rest of the way open and smiled at the sight of her half naked girlfriend laying in their bed. She took the few steps to the edge of the bed and sat down next to Jesse, her hand quickly replacing Jesse’s.

“Haven’t even thrown up yet and you’re already so wet, baby” Harper’s voice came in the darkness around them. “Mm, got excited thinking about it..” “C'mon, lets get you to the bathroom” Harper said, beginning to pull her fingers away and stand again. “N-no…not yet, just a few more minutes…please” Jesse’s voice was a desperate mix of nausea and sexual arousal.

Without reply, Harper leaned down and pressed her lips to Jesse’s, her free hand coming up to cup one of her girlfriend’s large, supple breasts. She worked her fingers easily against Jesse’s clitoris and found herself smiling at the way the other girl moaned into their deep, hot kisses. In slight masochistic fashion, Jesse rubbed her stomach harder again, the increased pressure providing momentary relief before the nausea rushed back at twice the intensity. Breaking the kiss, she turned her head to the side and gagged, Harper stared down at her, a wry smile across her full lips.

“You’re so sexy” Harper said, her voice dripping with sexual angst.

Jesse’s cheeks flush hot as she stared up at Harper’s backlit silhouette, she was now riding the fine line between orgasm and making a mess on the bedroom floor, she needed to make a decision.

“Can we go to the bathroom now?” Her voice was a barely above a whisper. “Are you ready to give me a show?” The tone Harper’s voice took was sultry and smooth.

Jesse merely nodded and her stomach gurgled loudly under her palm.

"I’ll take you to the bathroom, but first I want you to tell me how you feel right now” As she spoke, Harper played with Jesse’s nipple, the stimulation was almost too much.

How did she feel right now? Fuck, focus Jesse. Her stomach rolled inside her, the contents sloshing and bubbling harshly. Her mouth was filling with salty saliva and now she was swallowing convulsively to keep her mouth from overflowing. The room spun around her. Her nipples were so sensitive and her clit was swollen, the brink of orgasm was so close now. She was desperate. Desperate to cum, desperate to throw up. Fuck, fuck.

"Desperate…I feel desperately sick.” She trembled as she spoke. “And?” “A-and I’m seconds away f-from lo-losing it. I need to puke, now.” The urgency in her voice made Harper quiver.

Harper stood and helped Jesse stand up, her last words echoing in her ears. Need to. Need. Harper loved the way Jesse used those words, the desperation in her voice, the way she leaned against her as they walked to the bathroom. Harper was so turned on it was damn near painful. The bathroom light was overwhelmingly bright when Harper turned it on as she moved smoothly towards the toilet to settle Jesse. She looked just as beautiful as Harper had imagined, she was on her knees, ass stuck out and legs slightly parted, her fingers gripped the edges of the bowl. For a moment, Harper stood back and took in this site, it was perfect. Nearly breathtaking.

"Bruuuuhp” Jesse burped dryly above the clear toilet water. “Good, baby, good” Harper kneeled down behind Jesse and cupped her overly full, drunken belly with one hand. “It’s gonna come up, I feel it” Jesse answered before spitting excess saliva into the toilet. “What can I do to help?”

Harper shook slightly, she wanted nothing more than to fuck her girlfriend senseless while she vomited.

"Tou-hruuuup” A sharp burp cut Jesse off and caused her to gag. “Touch me…please” Jesse said after a few deep breaths.

Harper complied without hesitation, she massaged Jesse’s stomach and relished in the way it gurgled and rolled against her palm; her free hand reached up and squeezed one of Jesse’s breasts. From where she sat, Harper had the perfect view of her girlfriend, she was able to watch each dry heave start in Jesse’s stomach muscles and cause her shoulder to roll forward, her back hunching slightly.

"Don’t fight it, baby girl, you’ll feel better after” Harper’s voice encouraged. “Uuurp” A small, wet burp was the drunk girl’s only response. “Just let it come up” “Bruuup…bruuup” Her burps were getting wetter in anticipation for what was to come.

Just as Jesse was getting ready to burp again, it was replaced with a productive retch and a large wave of sick gushed out of her parted lips. It smelled of sweet, strong alcohol. The rancid stomach content splashed thickly into the waiting toilet water which had no time to settle before being assaulted by another copious amount of splattered into the bowl. With little thought, Harper removed her hand from Jesse’s breast, inserted two fingers into her girlfriend’s soaking hole and began moving them.

“There you go, that’s it” Harper cooed. “Mmf…har-harder harder” Jesse’s voice pleaded in between retches.

Are you trying to kill me? Cause that’s what you’re doing rn.

Tbh I might actually have to go with the latter, the feeling of not being able to find relief even though the worst has passed. But I’m gonna give you a cop out answer here and say I love the inbetween. Like the character has just finished puking, and the awful tasting unproductive belches gradually morph into another round.

A/N: This is set early in Mira & Maggie’s relationship.  When Mira gets sick, she learns something… *new*… about Maggie.  {This is the first time I’ve written a ‘kink reveal’ on this blog - enjoy!}

*vomit warning*

*contains mild sexual content/kink talk*

She should have known this was coming.  She should have known when her belly felt bloated as she zipped up her dress hours ago, or when she burped at the museum and tasted acid, or when Maggie had asked if she was alright because she ‘looked a little upset.’  Only she wasn’t upset - she was… sick.

And it was all too clear now, as she sat in this fancy restaurant, a fork full of pasta in her mouth - her stomach was gurgling, protesting, fighting her as she swallowed down yet another queasy burp.  She took a quiet breath through her nose, telling herself that it was okay.  She just had to make it through the meal…  because she would not be sick in front of Maggie, Maggie who she was… falling in love with.  She looked up, smiling despite herself as Maggie watched her over the rim of her wine glass, hazel eyes heavy with desire.  “How is it?” Maggie asked, setting her glass down without breaking her gaze.

“It’s… good,” Mira replied slowly, swallowing.  She saw Maggie’s eyes narrow slightly and immediately added, “This is a really nice place, thanks for taking me here.”  She meant it, even if she had to force the smile that followed.  Maggie just smiled back, taking another bite of her fish.  Fish, ugh, no… don’t think about it…  “How’s yours?”

Maggie lowered her fork and took another sip of wine, ignoring the question entirely. “You look gorgeous tonight, Mira.”  

There was that look again.  It made Mira shiver a little, made her warm and happy despite how sick her stomach was beginning to feel.  “Thank you,” she murmured.  “So do you.”  She swallowed, lowering her fork as Maggie had, unable to continue eating.  She refused to touch her stomach - she knew she was bloated, and confirming it would just add to the anxiety building in her chest.  

“Are you… alright?”  Maggie bit the inside of her cheek, silently scolding herself for asking.  But she just… couldn’t help it, Mira looked so uncomfortable.  She’d barely eaten half of her food, and had been swallowing down burps the whole meal (as if Maggie wouldn’t notice…)

Mira felt her cheeks flush and bit her tongue in an attempt to control her reaction.  Why did Maggie have to be so damn observant…  “I’m fine, yeah, just… full.”  Another burp tried to come up, another swallow.  She felt Maggie’s foot rub against her leg under the table and did her best to fight nerves… she could tell Maggie was in a mood, and normally she would be too, only… her stomach was… oh god… nausea…  She thought about moving to the bathroom but decided to just stay put for the moment - moving might be a bad idea.  Maybe if she could just let things settle a little, she’d feel well enough to get home…  “I think I’m ready to leave, whenever you are.”  

Of course she wants to go home.  She’s sick, isn’t she?  Fuck…  Maggie crossed her legs, trying to ignore the warmth between them.  This was wrong.  Mira didn’t know about her kink, didn’t know that Maggie had been covertly watching her belly all night, from the moment she’d seen her and noticed she was bloated.   Ugh, she looks so… good, though…  But she couldn’t tell her that, not here, not now.  “Alright, I’ll get the check.”

Mira saw something flash in Maggie’s eyes, something she couldn’t quite pin down.  Excitement, maybe?  No… there’s something else… Mira wondered what she was missing as Maggie flagged their waiter, trying to engage passively as Maggie talked, nodding and smiling when it seemed appropriate.  

Finally, finally it was time to leave.  Maggie swallowed a warm sigh as she watched Mira stand, clearly feeling worse now, cheeks flushed and legs a little unsteady.  Luckily Mira didn’t see the look on Maggie’s face, attention focused on staying calm even though her skin felt hot and her stomach was churning, gurgling unhappily.  Automatically she laid a hand over it, trying to calm things, forgetting where she was or who she was with.  

“Are you sure you’re alright, Meer?”  Maggie moved to her side, touching her elbow.  She knew the answer, but despite the warmth she was worried.  Mira’s stomach was so big, now… much bigger than earlier… and she looked like she might throw up at any moment.

Mira swallowed hard, nodding as she took her hand off her belly and forced herself to smile at Maggie.  “I’m… fine, sorry.  I need some air, I think.”  She headed toward the exit, avoiding Maggie’s eyes, letting herself burp quietly.  It didn’t help.  Pushing open the heavy door, she walked straight to the corner and waited near Maggie’s car, hand on a lamppost for support as she sucked in cool, fresh air.  

Maggie approached quietly, unsure of what Mira needed, how close she was to getting sick.  She stopped beside her and placed a hand on her lower back, gentle.  Mira shivered, and Maggie kissed her hair.  “Any better?”

Mira just shook her head, mortified that this was happening.  She knows I’m sick.  Fuck, this is so embarrassing.  “No, I…” her voice caught and she swallowed saliva.  “…I don’t feel well, I’m sorry…”

Oh god.  Maggie swallowed warmth, resisting the urge to nuzzle Mira’s neck, rub her stomach and kiss her mouth.   “Oh, that’s… don’t apologize, babe.”  A pause, then…  “Is it your stomach?”

Mira nodded.  “I’m sorry, I just… I just need to lay down, I think.  Can you take me home?”

Knowing Mira needed to do a lot more than lay down, Maggie nodded.  “If you think you might get sick, just tell me and I’ll pull over, alright?”  Mira just swallowed hard and nodded again.

Ten minutes later, after a quiet drive punctuated by sick gurgles from Mira’s belly, they reached Mira’s apartment.  The moment the car stopped Mira unbuckled her seatbelt and got out without a word, heading up the walkway to the building door, fishing for her keys.  She could hear Maggie’s footsteps behind her.  No, don’t follow me, please…  But then Maggie was beside her, helping her unlock the door, accompanying her inside.  “I… you don’t have to stay, I’m… okay.”  But when they reached the stairs, Mira paused. Oh god, not stairs…

“Let me just help you up, okay?”  Maggie’s voice was calm, arousal buried beneath genuine concern.  Mira nodded, granting silent permission.  She was dizzy, Maggie could tell by the way she was swaying slightly, the way she clutched at the railing as she climbed.  Maggie steadied her, arm around her waist, carefully avoiding her upset stomach.

They’d just entered the apartment when Mira froze, hand over her belly, breathing heavily through her mouth.  “I’m… *urrrpp* I’m going to be sick…”

Yes, she is.  That burp was signal enough, it sounded awful.  Maggie shut the door and guided Mira to the bathroom, helping her kneel by the toilet and pulling her hair back.  Mira burped again, deep and wet, eyes closing as she grimaced in pain.  “I… I…”  She couldn’t get the words out, saliva making it impossible to speak as her stomach began to cramp and twist, forcing up more air.

“Shhh, don’t try to talk, it’s okay.  You’re sick, baby.”  Maggie rubbed her back gently, trying to calm her.  “Just let yourself burp it up, you’ll feel better…”  She unzipped Mira’s dress, knowing her stomach was swollen and the fabric was too tight.  Fuck, this is so hot, why is this always so hot…  

Mira was trembling, breathing shallow and fast now, tummy gurgling beneath her unzipped dress.  Oh god, that feels better but… oh god… no, no, no…  She burped up something acidic and dark-colored - wine-tinted bile, maybe - and spat it out in disgust.  

“That’s it, just like that…”  Maggie’s words were murmured, arousal masked by calm reassurance.

Mira trembled, pressing on her stomach gently.  Oh, I’m… so bloated… oh.. oh fuck…  Her belly clenched and lurched, and suddenly her dinner was in her throat, a gush of undigested food rushing out of her mouth and splashing into the water.  She coughed, choking a little, then belched loudly - a strangled, wet sound immediately followed by a productive burp that brought up even more thick liquid.  It stopped long enough for her to catch her breath in ragged gasps, eyes watering, nose stuffy.  “Oh my god, I’m sorry… that was… oh…”

Maggie kissed her shoulder.  She was getting wet, now, very warm and incredibly turned on.  Luckily Mira was distracted and facing away from her.  “Do you feel better…”  

“A… little, but I… don’t know if I’m done…”  Mira swallowed and grimaced at the bitter taste in her mouth, tummy still gurgling, upset.  This is awful… “My stomach really hurts… I’m so embarrassed, I’m sorry…”

Don’t be embarrassed, Mira, holy fuck… “It’s okay, you’re sick, darling…”  Mira’s stomach gurgled again and she whimpered, leaning forward over the bowl and burping several times in a row, each sounding sicker than the last. Maggie clenched her thighs together, trying not to moan, longing to touch Mira’s tummy but not wanting to make her uncomfortable.  She settled for adjusting her grip on Mira’s hair and rubbing her shoulder, gentle.

Seconds later Mira’s stomach turned over and a gurgling burp brought up a flood of vomit, hot and bitter as it showered into the toilet.  She could barely keep herself upright now, body trembling, blood pounding in her ears.  After a moment she flushed the toilet and turned slightly, taking the pressure off her knees and tucking a sweaty strand of hair behind her ear.  She tried not to look at Maggie, tried to get up but found her legs too weak.  “Easy…” Maggie said quietly, steadying her and propping her up against the wall as she left to search for a washcloth and a glass of water.

Mira sat against the wall, watching her chest rise and fall, trying to calm down, trying to convince herself that Maggie wasn’t going to leave and never come back.  Even though she might, because that was awful, because she was an adult who should have known better than to eat dinner on a sick stomach, should have known— her thoughts dissolved when Maggie reappeared in the doorway, holding a glass of water and a damp towel.  “How do you feel, Meer?” 

Mira just smiled slightly, swallowing her relief.  “I… I’m okay…”  She shifted.  “I need to change.”

Maggie nodded, setting the glass on the counter and offering Mira a hand.  She couldn’t help but notice that Mira was still bloated, her stomach obviously still sick even after she’d thrown up so much.  Mira’s hand felt clammy, skin too warm.  Maggie pulled her up and into a hug, rubbing her back and kissing her hair.  “I’m sorry you’re so sick.”

Mira relaxed into Maggie’s arms, forgetting her embarrassment for a moment, face pressed to Maggie’s chest.  “I was worried you were… going to leave…”

Maggie pulled back slightly, surprised.  “Leave?  You mean… just now?”  Mira nodded, eyes closed.  “Why?”

“Because that was.. awful, I… haven’t thrown up in front of anyone since I was small.  And I… ruined our night.”  Mira pulled out of the hug, suddenly shy.  

“I have to tell you something,” Maggie said, taking Mira’s hand and leading her into her bedroom.  Mira watched her carefully, vision a little blurry now, exhaustion beginning to take over.  What does that mean…?  Maggie let her sit on the bed and looked at the dresser, then back at Mira.  “Tell me where to find comfy clothes?”  

Mira smiled a little, nodding her head toward the bottom drawer.  “Bottom… just my sweats and any shirt.  Thank you.”  Her voice was soft, grateful.  Maggie smiled and retrieved them, still in her black dress, still looking as gorgeous as ever.  “Here, I’ll help you change…”  She sat beside her and slipped Mira’s unzipped dress off her shoulders, eyeing her belly.

“What did you want to tell me?” Mira murmured, letting Maggie undress her.  Maggie went still, pausing at Mira’s waist and pulling back.  Is she… blushing?  “What is it?”

Maggie took a deep breath, then turned to Mira and smiled.  “We haven’t… talked too much about kinks, yet…”  Mira just watched her, wondering where in the world this was going.  “But one of mine is stomach-related, so… I am sorry you’re sick, I don’t like seeing you in pain, but… I’m very warm, right now.”  

Eyes wide, Mira looked down, considering this.  Maggie touched her cheek and made eye contact, no longer bothering to hide her arousal.  Mira saw it, now, and saw the way Maggie’s eyes drifted down to her stomach.  “You… liked watching me throw up?”  

Maggie smiled and nodded.  “I.. did, yes.  I know it’s strange.  And I know you feel awful, I don’t— I’ll never expect anything when you’re sick, I just thought you should know that you definitely didn’t ‘ruin’ the night.”  

Mira shifted, trying to process this new information.  “Why do you like it?  I mean - what do you like about it?”

Maggie smiled.  “I’m not sure why, exactly.  But I’ve always liked stomachaches and anything related to them - especially burping, nausea, vomiting.  I know it’s unusual, trust me.  But…”  She looked down at Mira’s stomach again, put one hand over it gently, sighing.  “Seeing your belly like this is… nice…”

Mira looked down at Maggie’s hand on her belly, amazed.  “You… like it?  I’m so bloated, though…”

“Oh, I know,” Maggie murmured, kissing her forehead.

Mira swallowed, then made herself burp, deep but short.  “And you… like that?”

“Mmhmm, I do…” Maggie gave her a warm smile, starting to rub Mira’s tummy softly.

“Oh god… whoa, that feels… so good…”  Mira sighed with relief, her muscles relaxing slightly, Maggie’s hand warm against her skin.

“Have you ever had your belly rubbed before?” Maggie purred, edging closer to her.

“No, I… I don’t think I have, actually…” Mira sounded breathless.  “Ohhh…. sorry it hurts, oh…”  She touched the left side of her stomach, wincing.

Maggie immediately moved her hand up to the achy spot and pressed gently.  “Just a cramp, babe.”  Her face was close to Mira’s now, eyes lingering on her lips before moving away.  No, that’s too much, I can’t.

Mira tugged her dress down further, freeing her swollen stomach completely.  “I… *urrp* don’t feel good, Mag.”  She caught Maggie’s look at her lips.  Ugh, she looks so gorgeous, and she’s so clearly turned on… but… “I… don’t want you to get sick, babe.”

Maggie looked at her, something dark in her eyes.  “I know, but… I’ve probably already caught it…”  Mira sat frozen, watching Maggie’s eyes, letting her run a hand through her hair.  And then her face was close again, other hand still rubbing at her cramps.  Oh god, oh god she’s going to kiss me, and I… fuck, I want her to…  Maggie paused with her lips near Mira’s ear, whispering, “Can I kiss you, baby?”

“Yes… yes…”  The words were barely audible.  Mira moaned as Maggie kissed her mouth, kissing back deeply, suddenly warm herself despite feeling sick to her stomach.  “Ohhh, Maggie…”

“If you lay back I can rub your tummy more, Meer…”  

Mira nodded, stealing one more kiss before moving to comply.  When she shifted her stomach cramped again; she clutched at it, groaning. “Ohh god, my stomach hurts…”  Wincing, she burped, then leaned back against the pillows, whimpering a little.  A soft moan made her look up, finding Maggie right next to her, looking at her in a way that made Mira shiver.  

“You’re… making me so warm, babe,” Maggie smiled, leaning down to kiss her chest.  “But I know you’re sick, just tell me what you need…”

“I need you to rub my stomach, it felt… so good… would you?”

“Say that again,” Maggie murmured, reaching back to unzip her dress as Mira crawled under the covers.

Mira eyed her, confused for a moment.  Mmm, maybe she likes when I whine? Okay… “I… really need you to rub my belly, Mag, I don’t feel well…”

Maggie growled, a sound Mira had only heard several times before, and always during sex.  “Oh I know you don’t, poor girl…”

Mira felt her cheeks flush.  Wow, she’s so turned on, this is incredible… “Can you… kiss me again?”

Maggie looked at her, a little surprised that Mira was so game for playing.  Mmm, she’s so… wow.  “I think I can manage that…”  Maggie slid under the covers, letting Mira curl up against her, kissing her hair and then her mouth, moving her hand back to her sick stomach and rubbing gently.  Mira groaned, cuddling closer and burping quietly.  

“Thank you, Mag…”  Mira’s eyes fell shut as she sighed, hurting but content.  

Are you trying to kill me? Cause that’s what you’re doing rn.

Tbh I might actually have to go with the latter, the feeling of not being able to find relief even though the worst has passed. But I’m gonna give you a cop out answer here and say I love the inbetween. Like the character has just finished puking, and the awful tasting unproductive belches gradually morph into another round.