i'd love to drive you around and intentionally take turns too hard and swerve unnecessarily to make you sick
Let‘s go for a drive! I‘ll sit in the back :) You‘ll hear me breathing deeply to fight the nausea in no time. I‘ll try to change my position to get comfortable. Starting to swallow compulsively now to keep it down. The first time I actually manage to fight it and relax for a minute - until you take the next turn and I realize, there is no way. Can you stop for a second?, I ask. But either way, it‘s to late. I try to cover my mouth, swallow it back, but it‘s just too much and the first wave makes its way up - first onto my hand, then I lean over and let it drip on the seat next to me. I‘m sure I have more to puke up - what do you do next?
You keep driving, and soon have to break due to a red light in front of us. I get thrown forwards, and this triggers the next wave of puke making its way up already. It gets all over the back of the seat and my pants - I didn’t manage to cover my mouth this time. I spit and a small whine slips out before I can stop it. In that moment, the light turns green and you start driving again which triggers another, smaller amount to come up. I let it drip onto the floor between my legs. My arms wrapped around my stomach, I lean forward, your next turn is having me sway in my seat, and a few gags tear through me, making my back arch upwards each time. I moan, nausea still overwhelmingly strong, and try to take deep breaths to settle my stomach. I see you looking at me in the mirror, but I can‘t say anything. One more turn around a sharp bend, I place my hands next to me to steady myself and throw up again, the turn making me splatter it on the floor and seat next to me, some even gets on my hand. Tears are now spilling from my eyes from the pressure, and I try wiping them with my other, clean hand. Finally, you stop the car, and I try my best to clean myself up with a few tissues while burps and gags still make their way up. I decide to just remove my soiled pants, and get back in the car, the front seat this time. You smile and ask, Ready to continue?















