Queasy Bug

Your naked partner has stuffed themselves to the max, and then kept going. Their stomach is hugely distended, swollen to the point of agony. But they keep going. You can hear the heaviness and pain in each swallow as their stomach is completely packed and food is beginning to back up into their throat. You seat yourself so they’re between your legs as you wrap you arms around their swollen midriff, light touches and strokes only. No pressure at all. You want to see how much they can force in, how far they can go before their body gives up.

They pause for a moment, cake midway to their mouths. You feel the ripple of stomach muscles clenching beneath your palm as they snap their mouth shut and hold back a gag. You lightly stroke their tummy and lean in closer, putting your head into the crook of their neck so you can whisper loving praise and soothing reassurances as they battle to keep the food in them a little longer. Their stomach clenches again and they let out another gag followed by an awfully wet burp. Another hard clench constricts their stomach and they pitch forward, still clamping their mouth closed but unable to control the involuntary movement as their body tries to get into prime puking position. You hear the silenced wretch in their throat, deep and wet. They finally drop the cakes slice and slam their hand against their mouth, but another wretch has undigested food and saliva spilling out between their fingers and onto the floor.

“Okay darling, it’s okay, you did so good. Let it out. I’m here.” You soothe them as they finally let go, torrents of undigested food projectile from their mouths, splattering the floor as you gently rub circles on their tummy, wanting to soothe the gut wrenching constriction of their severely bloated tummy. It was like rock beneath your palm, completely and utterly solid. No give, not even the slightest squish to it, just completely solid distended stomach against your hand. You feel your arousal come on hard and fast, and know that despite the vomiting and obvious discomfort, your partner is surely as, if not more so, aroused as you.

There is a small break in the vomiting, and you guide your partner to the bathroom, one hand round their waist and on their tummy at all times. By the time they make it in front of the toilet their stomach is already clenching, still so stuffed with food. Your partner whines, leaning over the toilet, one hand supporting them whilst the other finds its way on top of your spare hand. They guide your hand between their legs, their touch eager, clearly desperate for sexual release. You respond with gentle yet firm touches, then lean your hips into them as they lean over the toilet sickly. You grind against them, pushing your crotch against their ass hard. They groan in pleasure but it’s stifled quickly by a wet belch and a sickly trickle of vomit running into the toilet. Your hand on their stomach can feel the torment beneath it. Their stomach is bubbling angrily, muscle spasms constantly threatening to take over and expel the contents.

More sickly burps, small amounts of saliva and minimal puke follow over the next few minutes. You continue to touch your partner and grind against them, pleased by the wetness you’re both creating and feeling. They turn their head and look pleadingly into your eyes.

“Help me. Help my tummy. Please make me feel better.” They whine seductively.