Frannie’s sick

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.  

This is the repost that I was talking about, for anyone that was curious. Introducing Taryn and Mia. Mia is a nurse and Taryn is a bartender. They’re both 23 and living together. 

Includes vomiting 

Mia woke up before Taryn, which was her first clue that something was off. Taryn was always an early riser, while Mia preferred to sleep well past what was considered a reasonable time. Mia gently shook the other girl’s shoulder. Taryn responded with a low moan.

“Hey,” Mia whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to Taryn’s cheek. “Wake up, sleepy head.” Taryn forced herself upright, taking a moment too long to get her bearings. She was a mess; hair frizzy and beyond tangled, shockingly pale, and shadowed eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Taryn muttered. “I just um…I don’t feel so hot.” Her hand fell idly to her stomach. Taryn groaned before flopping back down. “Ugh.”

“Do you think you ate something bad?” Mia asked. She kissed Taryn’s cheek again. Taryn waved her off, not wanting Mia to get sick if this turned out to be more than food poisoning. She shook her head, shuddering as a wave of nausea washed over her.

“Oh, God,” Taryn whimpered. She rolled over to bury her face in Mia’s shoulder. She curled in on herself and wrapped her arms around her gurgling stomach. She bit back a moan, wondering if she should get to the bathroom, but before she had the chance to move, a gurgling burp forced its way out.

“Ew,” Mia reacted without thinking. She chided herself internally. She was a nurse, she should know better than that. “Are you okay?”

One of Taryn’s hands flew abruptly to her mouth as she stifled a gag. Mia responded fast, her training finally starting to kick in. She rolled out of bed and grabbed a nearby trashcan. She quickly helped Taryn sit up and held the receptacle under Taryn’s watering mouth. Taryn doubled over with a wet belch. Mia rubbed a comforting circle across Taryn’s back. She could feel her girlfriend’s muscles tensing as she gagged unproductively.

“You’re okay. Take a breath,” Mia couched. Taryn only shook her head before beginning to retch in earnest. With a hollow urp, she brought up a thin wave of watery vomit. She gasped once before a sick sounding belch produced a much larger wave, this one chunky and thick. It left her gasping. Mia brushed Taryn’s sweat-soaked hair away from her damp face. Taryn coughed once before sitting up and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She wrinkled her nose at the smell emitting from the garbage can. Mia carefully took it from her and set it on the floor, only an arms-length away.

“Sorry,” Taryn muttered sheepishly. She leaned against Mia’s shoulder. “I didn’t mean to-“

“Don’t apologize,” Mia said firmly. “Are you done?”

“I don’t know. I still feel weird,” Taryn responded.

“Should we move to the bathroom?” Mia asked as she wrapped a comforting arm around Taryn’s shoulders. Taryn shook her head again, unwilling to move. All she wanted was to go back to sleep, and with one of Mia’s hands gently stroking her back, she could almost fall asleep sitting up.

“M’tired,” Taryn mumbled. She wriggled out of Mia’s embrace to lie down again.

“Go back to sleep,” Mia replied. She pressed a kiss to Taryn’s sweaty temple. It only took the sick girl a few moments to comply.

***

A few hours later, Taryn woke up to a horrible rolling in her gut, barley managing to turn her head before vomiting. Immediately, Mia’s hand was on her forehead preventing her from falling as she leaned over the edge of the bed to throw up again onto the floor. Mia’s other hand moved to rub her shoulder.

“Shit,” Taryn sputtered as soon as she had the chance to catch her breath. “I’m sorry, I didn’t-“ Tears filled her eyes, threatening to spill over.

“Hey, no, it’s okay,” Mia soothed. She brushed the hair from Taryn’s face. “I’m sorry you’re sick, sweetheart. Ready to move to the bathroom?” Taryn nodded shakily. She allowed Mia to lead her, careful to avoid the mess on the bed that spilled over onto the floor.

They weren’t even half way to the bathroom before Taryn froze. Her eyes widened in panic and she clamped a desperate hand to her mouth. Mia cursed, trying to hurry her along, but that only made things worse. Taryn gagged, managing to cover not only her hand and shirt, but to her horror and embarrassment, Mia, in a soupy torrent of vomit. Mia stepped back to avoid more of a mess as Taryn leaned forward and threw up again. Mia could feel Taryn shaking as she held her upright. Tears were streaming down her cheeks.

“I’m so sorry-“ she choked, cutting herself off with a sick-sounding burp.

“You’re okay. You can’t help it,” Mia soothed. She continued to lead Taryn to the bathroom. Once there, Mia helped Taryn sit in front of the toilet. She gently peeled off both of their vomit-stained shirts. Taryn shuddered against the cold.

“I’m sorry,” Taryn apologized again. She folded her arms across the toilet bowl and rested her head against her arm. “I know this is disgusting.”

“I see worse at work every day. It’s okay,” Mia said. She gently rubbed Taryn’s back. “Do you think you’re done?” Taryn shook her head, and the movement made her even more nauseous. She burped and threw up a small stream of bile. Mia held her hair away from her face and continued to stroke her back. She reached up and wiped the tears away from under Taryn’s eyes.

“Can I do anything, my love?” Mia asked after a moment of silence. Taryn sniffled before responding.

“A clean shirt. And some water maybe?” she asked. Her throat stung, and her body ached after throwing up so much. She had hoped that once she got whatever was making her sick out of her system, she would feel better. But she was still terribly nauseas.

“Of course,” Mia obliged. She quickly tied Taryn’s hair into a loose bun before heading to the kitchen, incase Taryn was sick again. After filling up a small glass of water, Mia retrieved Taryn’s favorite pajama shirt from her dress, and after a second thought, Mia threw a ratty tee-shirt over her bare chest.

When she returned to the bathroom Taryn was dry heaving painfully over the toilet bowl. Mia quickly dropped to her knees beside Taryn. She set the glass of water on the table. “Hey, hey. It’s okay,” she soothed. Taryn was sobbing, which Mia knew would only upset her stomach further. “Calm down. Take a deep breath.”

Taryn tried to comply, but her breath caught in her throat. She coughed and gagged. She moaned and leaned back against Mia once the retching finally subsided. Mia silently handed her the glass of water. She felt Mia wiping the tears from her eyes with a piece of toilet paper before cleaning her mouth. Mia tossed the tissue into the toilet before flushing the mess away. After putting the shirt Mia had brought her on, Taryn took an uneasy sip of water, anxious to see how her stomach would react.

When after a few minutes nothing happened, she took a larger sip, suddenly realizing just how thirsty she was. After waiting for that to settle, she finished the whole glass in a few gulps. Mia frowned slightly.

“I feel a little better,” Taryn defended herself after noticing Mia’s reaction.

“You’re a horrible liar,” Mia responded. She rested a cool hand against Taryn’s forehead. Despite herself, Taryn leaned into the touch. “You’re burning up. Probably not food poisoning.

“M’fine,” Taryn argued. Mia scoffed and rolled her eyes. Taryn opened her mouth to respond, but only a gurgling burp came out. She leaned back over the toilet as her stomach rejected the mouth of water she managed to drink. Mia bit back an I told you so and went back to comforting Taryn.

“There’s a stomach flue going around,” Mia said softly once Taryn was done.

“That just means you’re going to catch this,” Taryn groaned miserably, propping her elbows on the toilet seat, bracing her forehead against her hands. She felt guilty. Here Mia was, taking care of her, and now she was probably going to end up sick too. Taryn felt hot tears spring to her eyes. At least she knew Mia was right about the fever.

A little while into our walk i realised my friend was really uneasy and pale. She was zoning out of conversation and finally asked to stop at a bench. She was taking big breaths and swallowing a lot, we didn’t sit down, she just clamped a hand on the back of the bench. I asked if she was okay, and she said-

“I can’t *deep breath* stop thinking about… unhhh. I can’t stop picturing - “

She broke off into a gag and clapped her hand over her mouth, whimpering a little. She gagged again and I put a hand on her back. “I’m okay, I’m okay.” She shakily opened her water bottle and took a drink as I tried to distract her by pointing out a bird in the canal. She smiled weakly and shook her head and bit her lip hard as she tried to rally. I could tell she was still thinking about it though, and she looked at me helplessly: “It’s just, even seeing that I feel so… queasy… It makes me think I’m going to… I shouldn’t even say it”

She started breathing more quickly then. She burped - “noooo” - and burped again. She swayed on her feet and moaned, took another big gulp of water and looked back at me weakly for a second. “I… I’m gonna be sick” she said, thickly, and a mouthful of saliva oozed over her swollen lips.

Immediately she retched, and turned back to the grass, and a thick wave of vomit gushed from her mouth. It was mostly water at first, but she gasped and choked and retched again and this time, a heavy wave of partly digested ramen followed. She moaned, standing up for a second before lurching forward again, another gush pouring from her lips. I wrapped an arm around her waist, and I could feel her soft stomach sloshing around.

“Dizzy…” she panted, and she gripped my arm and leaned back into me. She gagged, nothing followed but a little mouthful of spit, so I led her to the bench.

I sat her down, and crouched in front of her, offering a tissue. Her face was red and eyes streaming, and she looked so beautiful and pitiful. She mumbled a thanks, and wiped her eyes and nose. She said she didn’t think seeing something like that would bother her so much. “Even trying to talk about it now-“ She gagged and shook her head, “It’s like…every time I think about - oh my God- I” She clasped the tissue over her mouth, but it wasn’t enough- she gagged hard again and vomit sprayed through the thin paper and through her fingers, watery and warm, and landed directly on my chest. “Oh my God, oh my god-“ she spewed again, immediately, a heavy mouthful of milky liquid following the first one, now dripping down and soaking my cotton vest top, filling up my bra.

I was stunned, so was she- my nipples were hard and tingling but the smell and feel turned my stomach. Mouth closed, I gagged, as I tried to comfort her. I dropped to my knees, doing my best to clean myself up.

We were still alone on the trail, luckily, so I gave up and peeled off the shirt, which was totally soaked through the front. And I unhooked my bra, rinsing down my tits with a bit of her water and a tissue. She was trying to help, nervously laughing and apologising.

“I’m so sorry… I’m so embarrassed” She was wearing a cami and a little hoodie and she offered me the hoodie to pull over myself. She zipped it for me and brushed her fingertips over my chest - I guess she could tell I was a little excited because she blushed and looked away. “Is it weird that I kind of liked that?”

Layla and Allie are girlfriends who work in a bar and grill together. It's in an old building, and the cellar where extra kitchen supplies are kept is kind of creepy. On the plus side, it's a private place to rest when you're not feeling well...

If you’re not into emetophilia, stay away.  This story includes graphic descriptions of throwing up.

My emetophilia

My emetophobia

Sickie that throws up easily, getting everything up in 3-4 massive waves of vomit

Sickie that can only get up a little at a time, puking up mouthfuls a in quick succession, easily vomiting 5, 10, 15 times in a row, hardly getting time to breathe

Sickie that gets nauseous very suddenly and has to urgently run to the bathroom, not always making it before they vomit on the floor

Sickie that always struggles to puke, dealing with hours of awful nausea and unproductive gagging before they can finally get relief

Sickie that coughs and coughs until they cough up a wave of sick. Choking after every time they retch or vomit

Sickie that burps a lot, patting their back to help them burp up the trapped air, until they start to gag. Long, wet burps turning into streams of vomit

Sickie that vomits so violently that they get dizzy, see spots, and often faint from the exertion

Sickie that gags and vomits weakly and quietly, exhausted and barely awake

Sickie that can't help puking loudly, their retching and moaning clearly audible even with the door shut and the tap running

in the car going back to my dads though, it hit me again like a fucking truck. I started getting sweaty and like five minutes later I asked my dad to pull over. I was in the car w my dad and cousin and her husband and I asked first if anyone had a bag or anything I could be sick into. nobody did, so my dad started to try to pull over on the side of the highway. of course I didn’t make it in time and I puked, it hit the car door and the window. finally I opened the car door and hung out and puked my guts out. more. i cannot put words to the embarrassment and mortification. I was apologizing profusely and my cousins husband told me to take a second and im glad he said that because i had to puke more 😭 my cousin gave me some wet wipes and i cleaned off my face and my hands and some of the car.

the start of my awful awful hangover pukes at around 8 a.m. 😭😭 i compressed this video so i could post on here… let’s see how it goes.