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gusherguy · 4 months

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hyper vom at the doctor's

Maddie's legs are crossed, feet bouncing on the shiny clinic floor with nervous energy. She's the sort of girl who's been called sweet a thousand times and believes that's the extent of her personality. She nibbles at her thumb as she and her mother pass time in the waiting room. Though her stomach is far too stuffed to accept any more food, Maddie's lips water with hungry glances at the receptionist's candy jar.

Maddie's mother got her attention. "I see you eyeing that. But you already said you felt like you had to empty your stomach in the car." She said warningly. "You don't need to fill up on sweets and make more of a mess for the doctor."

The girl bites back the groan, knowing her mother is right. She's supposed to lose some of this baby fat, and the doctor has said it himself. Her condition has given her a lot of weight. But her stomach groans, stretching, wanting so badly to be filled. She sighed and looked away from the candy as she began to rub her huge gut.

A nurse arrived. "Maddie? Dr Nestor will see you now." She said with a smile.

Maddie's mom led the way while the younger woman waddled to her feet and takes a small moment to gather her thoughts in the doorway. She was shy about the reasons for coming in today, and having her mom present didn't help.

"Well hello Maddie, I hear you've been having some trouble with stomach sickness lately." Dr Nestor, a young tan man, greeted her casually. Just as Maddie was beginning to relax a bit from his easy demeanor, Maddie's mom tried to take charge, annoyingly answering for her daughter. "Yes, its been pretty excessive. She has been making herself sick and vomiting in her classes every day." Dr Nestor looked to Maddie instead of her mom. "That so? Can you tell me about that?" He asked Maddie. He sat down with a clipboard and pen at the ready.

The poor doctor just wanted to hear it from Maddie, but her mother always jumped at the opportunity. She even scowled at her daughter as if to say, 'See? I told you you've been sick.' Maddie's cheeks burned, and she looked away when the doctor gave her his attention. "Um… yeah. I… it's been going on for a while. But it got a lot more, um, intense this past month. I can't keep food down. Sometimes… sometimes I get these sudden urges to—um, vomit…" She looked at the floor. "Like, every day."

Maddie told the doctor that even though she threw up daily, she liked how it felt. She never felt sick, just that she had to empty her guts. The rest of the time, she ate constantly. Her stomach was a bottomless pit.

"So you aren't in distress when you feel you have to vomit?" Dr Nestor wrote on his clipboard. He didn't notice that Maddie began to convulsively swallow as she neared another vomiting episode. He clicked his pen and went on "Is it just small amounts, or do you tend to vomit a lot?"

Maddie's throat tensed and clicked to suppress her oncoming gags. Her mom knew the signs Maddie was gonna spew. She stood up stiff and said "And there she goes. Maddie, stop it. Stop making yourself sick. Do you have a bucket, doc?"

As Dr. Nestor finished jotting down one last detail, the look on Maddie's face shifted to a grimace. Her jaw muscles quivered as she attempted to supress a powerful heaving of her entire torso. Her cheeks burned. She swallowed multiple times, desperate, but her stomach was simply too stuffed. Finally, the contents of her belly spilled out from between her lips. "Blueerghh!"

"That's ok, let it out." The Dr was unbothered and gave Maddie a bucket. "That is a lot of vomit. Is this the usual amount?" He asked as Maddie kept hurling. Heavy splashes of vomit filled the bucket alarminly fast.

Her mom scoffed. "Hardly. Maddie usually throws up more. She could fill a bathtub."

"I see, I see. Miss, I think you have hyperemesis." Dr Nestor said firmly. "That means the excessive vomiting is normal. Your stomach capacity is huge, but you cannot digest everything in it. Medication and therapy can help you control the urge until you can vomit in a bathroom."

Maddie, now resting over the bucket to continue spewing, feels a sudden rush of relief as the doctor's words sink in. "Hrrghh…..ghuuurrghl!!" Her stomach was actually huge. She wasn't just an overweight girl, she just had way more capacity than everyone around her.

Her eyes glaze as she smiles at the notion that vomiting was no longer something to be ashamed of. She belched up a long gush of puke into the bucket, feeling so much relief.

"Yes, it can be managed. But for now I just want you to focus on vomiting." Dr Nestor rubbed Maddie's heaving back. "I suspect you've been holding back too long, if the random vomiting in class is any indicator. Empty out completely so that you can start getting back in tune with your internal signals."

"Ha! You sure you wanna let Maddie empty her guts?" Her mom said, crossing her arms. "She'll probably flood the room." "However much Maddie needs to get out, I can handle, thanks." Dr Nestor tried to stay polite with his patient's mother.

Her mother scoffs again as she looks from Dr. Nestor to the bucket and back again. The doctor was right, though. Maddie could probably vomit more than the room could hold. Her stomach feels so uncomfortably full, and there's no other remedy than to just let it all out. She presses her lips together and lets another bout of puke splash into the bucket. "Blourrrghhh!" It comes faster, now, as though each heave is releasing a valve that just got turned wide open. "Hrk…hrrggkk…hguurrrk!"

The bucket fills to the brim and begins to overflow. But Maddie keeps puking, unable and unwilling to stop. The sound of Maddie's heaving is nothing like the dainty gags she used to do. Her stomach seems intent on expelling its contents entirely, and it's doing the job with no signs of stopping. Though it's already full, more and more vomit spews forward, her chest heaving like a fountain with no end. "Mnnn….uorpp…..burrrghhhll!!" The bucket fills, then overflows, and she vomits continuously into the floor.

Her lips are pursed tight to contain her moans. Maddie felt so good throwing up. It was warm and relieving and….even a touch arousing. She moaned and burbled and barf spread slowly across the floor. "You're doing good. Its healthy to empty your hyper stomach regularly." The Dr said soothingly. He paid no mind to the vomit explosively splashing everywhere. Even the smell was beginning to overpower the air fresheners in his office.

The pleasure Maddie has been denying herself for far too long is finally within her grasp. She can feel her belly deflate as she vomits. She's lost track of how much she's thrown up at this point. It's an unstoppable stream of greenish, chunky vomit that keeps spilling and spilling. Each heave makes her feel better and more relieved, like a thousand pounds of fat just drained from her stomach and sloshed out of her body.

Maddie's mother, uncomfortable with the extended vomiting, said snippily "Don't overdo it for show, Maddie. I know you can stop vomiting right now if you had to. Stop it. Just swallow it!" Maddie's cheeks burned with shame. But she couldn't react, couldn't do anything but let her mouth hang open and puke.

The poor girl knows she's being watched like an animal at the zoo, but the shame of her mother's words doesn't come until she's gotten a good, long look at the bucket and the slowly spreading pool of slop on the floor. The mess she's made is an unignorable reality, and it floods her with embarrassment. "I - I'm sorr-urrghhhhllp!" Yet, she doesn't stop. Even now she can't stop. Her belly is far too stuffed and wants to be emptied so badly. She has no control over what happens.

Dr Nestor got Maddie's mom to leave the room. Then he gave Maddie a warm smile. "That should help. Don't worry about what others think." he reached out and gently began to rub Maddie' huge gut. The doctor rubs Maddie's belly with warm, firm hands. She's never received such nurturing touch from anyone other than her mother. It makes her want to cry, but she holds it back. Her belly quivers under his palm, and as she pushes out another geyser of vomit, she feels her entire torso release a jolt of warmth. "Thank you…"

"Of course. I'm here to help." Dr Nestor replied warmly. He didn't even mind the chunky splashes of barf that occasionally spattered his coat. "You've been holding all that in for so long. Just relax and let it out. You're doing great." This encouragment was a far cry from the usual degradation and anger Maddie's mother displayed at her vomiting. She had never felt so comfortable letting her body do as it wished. Her guts churned and gurgled and she spewed violently, moaning with pleasure and relief after.

Maddie feels so much more at ease around Dr. Nestor. He doesn't tell her to stop, he only encourages her to carry on. "Ghllourrrghh! Bwu…bhu…..bhuururhghll!" It's as if his words are the key that unlocks the floodgates of her stomach contents. She enjoys the freedom to rid herself of any discomfort in her swollen gut. As she vomits loudly, she can't help but let soft, satisfied sighs slip from her lips. "Urrrghhll….hahhh…..urp! haahnn…."

Dr Nestor smiled encouragingly. No matter that the floor was beginning to flood with rancid, chunky sick. That could be cleaned. And the volume this girl was vomiting definitely met the diagnosis for hyperemesis. He patted her back as she choked and coughed. "There you go. Let it up." Her huge gut had shrunk somewhat, but nowhere near empty.

As Maddie lets out another blast of vomit, she can't help but moan softly as the relief floods through her. She feels more than just a little lighter; it's a tremendous difference. And as she stares at the doctor, she feels so cared for. With the amount of vomit that has sprayed all over the floor, she expects some kind of scolding, but instead, he smiles warmly and pats her back reassuringly.

Dr Nestor lightly palpated Maddie's big belly. "I feel a lot of tension down here," he said as he stroked her lower gut. "Are you okay with me pushing a little, to help you out?" The idea of someone helping her vomit was…scary, exciting, relieving, and intimate. Unable to speak through the unstoppable bouts of vomit, the sick girl nodded. Dr. Nestor gently kneads her stomach with his thumbs. He digs in a little deeper, trying to reach that bloated area in her gut that must be so clogged. Maddie can't believe how good it feels. A light moans escapes from her lips, and she can feel a bit of liquid dribble from her mouth. "Haahnn….Just a little more…a little bit further…" She leans into his touch, desperate for relief.

"Alright, I'm going to apply some more pressure. You can tell me to stop." Dr Nestor pressed harder on her belly. It spasmed and she vomited right on his chest. "That's good, that's good, you're okay." He reassured her as he kept palpating her huge stomach. Maddie can't help but squeak involuntarily as she vomits directly onto Dr. Nestor's chest. She feels so embarrassed by the mistake… but the pressure of her stomach being kneaded so deeply sends a jolt of pleasure throughout her body. She closes her eyes tightly and tries to hide her face."Urrp….guh…I'm sorry, I - urghlpp…"

"Don't be shy. This is natural. You're doing good, Maddie." Dr Nestor said softly. He let Maddie vomit right on him, feeling the warmth seep through his clothes. It was….exciting, in a strange filthy way. Maddie moaned and retched until she spewed violently again and again. Her cheeks were red and she couldn't control this weird reaction. This….enjoyment….of having someone help her vomit. It really made her aroused. His pressure in sync with her nausea.

The sensation of Dr. Nestor pressing his warm hands into her belly sends her into a fit of violent heaving. He seems fine with her throwing up on him. Maybe he knows she can't help it? She screams with each wave of vomit that comes from her stomach and stains the doctor's shirt. Her cheeks are red, her face damp with drool. Even though she finds the activity gross, she can't contain how much she enjoys this.

Dr Nestor's office floor was inch-deep in sludgy sick in an array of colors. The smell was strong, acidic and sweet. His stomach turned, but he reacted with a smile. Maddie was doing such a good job vomiting for him, and his senses being overwhelmed by her vomit was exciting. No, more than that….arousing. His stomach gurgled as he rubbed Maddie's gurgling stomach.

"There you go. Good job, Maddie. Look how much you got out. I bet it feels better, huh?" With practiced pressure, he kneaded deeper into Maddie's overstuffed abdomen. The anticipation of every explosion of vomit the girl let out excited him.

Dr. Nestor's firm prodding causes Maddie to moan and groan. She finds herself drooling on the doctor's shoulder, but she can't help it. Something about this has her in a very aroused and satisfied state. Each vomit spurt is met with a small jolt of euphoria. Her stomach is still too full, but it feels better to just let some of the sickness go. "U—uh… y-yeah… it feels… better. Um… a little more… please…"

"Alright. Deep breath, Maddie, here we go." Dr Nestor gave her a moment to catch her breath before he wrapped her tight in his arms in a sickening bear hug. Vomit squished between their bodies as Dr Nestor slowly tightened his grip on her gut. He could feel it bubbling and rolling under his fingertips. "Exhale, let everything out."

Maddie can already feel her stomach contents rolling around inside her. His arms around her make her shiver as she's squeezed tightly against him. At this point, she can hardly tell where she stops and he begins; every sensation is blurring together. Her vomit gushes forward in one big, thick stream as her body shudders violently."HHURRRRLGLHHHHP!!" She feels like she's going to explode. "Oh… oh… God!"

She must have thrown up at least a gallon in a single gush. Dr Nestor hummed encouragingly and loosened his grip for a moment. "Good job." Dr Nestor's excitement could not overshadow his sympathetic nausea. He found himself swallowing over and over as his mouth filled with saliva. But he didn't want to make Maddie feel ashamed, as if she had sickened him, so Nestor held back his desire to puke. "Breathe, and then I'll do it again, alright?"

She can't believe how much liquid her body has been holding. She feels so light now, her stomach no longer painfully distended. Vomit slides slowly down her skin, squishing between her clothes. Her face is sweating from the intensity of her vomiting sesh with the doctor, though she can't bring herself to feel embarrassed. He's been so kind and gentle with her. The pressure of his hands on her gut begins to rise again and her stomach rumbles. Her mouth waters profusely, and she can't hold back the urge to drool. "Y-yes… do… hnnnn—"

Dr Nestor nodded and squeezed. Maddie only feeling the intensely pleasurably pressure on her distended gut. It let her vomit effortlessly. Gallon after gallon of chunky rancid slop came up. And she just felt better and better. "Hglouurrgh! Bwhuughll….urrghhlpp….hghlouurrgh!!"

The pleasure of each vomit spurt is so intense, Maddie can't take her eyes off the man cradling her stomach. The mixture of the doctor's smell and warm, firm touch is intoxicating in the worst and best possible ways. she feels a rush of excitement as she lets loose another blast of puke, her body relaxing more and more the more she gets rid of her illness.

"So Maddie, when you get a little better at controlling or delaying your need to vomit, you can go into a bathroom and palpate your own stomach as I'm doing now." Dr Nestor explained as he helped his patient purge. He took a deep breath and the odor of vomit in the air was intense. "You could also gag yourself with your hands if you need to."

Maddie smiles and nods before the next bout of heavy vomiting overtakes her. Her stomach begins to quake, and her mouth waters profusely. She feels so weak in those moments, unable to control her body or what it needs. Her vomit is still coming out strong, and Dr. Nestor's hands on her belly make each heave even more satisfying. She leans her head back onto the doctor's strong shoulder and lets out a content murmur, her body relaxing more and more with each violent spout of chunky, rancid gunk.

The pressure from the doctor's hands on her abdomen makes it difficult for her to keep her body from heaving. The waves of nausea are intense as each blast erupts from her belly. Her stomach continues to churn violently, a disgusting mixture of sick-like-a-dog and sexually aroused.

Dr Nestor rubbed and squeezed his patient's belly. Maddie's back arches into the air at the feel of sickness on her. She tries to move but his firm grip on her stomach won't allow it. She lets out a little giggle as she vomits another stream of rancid sludge all over her lower belly. Dr Nestor kept periodically squeezing his patient. She was moaning and drooling in pleasure between bouts of violent sickness. This amount definitely qualified as excessive. Dr Nestor could only imagine how full and heavy his patient must have felt before coming in.

Maddie can barely get a word out between each blast of vomit. "Mnn….I f-urrrghhhlkp! Hglourrrghh! Ahhn….mnnn…" She's moaning in such a filthy, sick way. She loves it. She's loving the way her stomach rolls and writhes underneath the doctor's fingers. Both his fingers and pressure make her moan loudly. "Mnnnm…..more…." Dr Nestor's excitement poked into his patient as he held her close. Her aroused, sick face is adorable. He can't help it. Even when she douses his clothes with vomit, Maddie just seems cuter. "You're doing such a good job. Look at all you threw up." He murmured.

"It feels so good," are the few words Maddie manages to get out before the next flood of vomit. "Hglouurrghllp!! Oh…mmm…" she lets out another moan before a hot blast spews out from her. "More…" She can almost feel the doctor's excited arousal. Her own sensations down below add to the comfort. Her stomach is now an unstoppable force, so much pleasure in ridding it of its disgusting contents. The clenching and heaving rubbed her thighs together and she could feel her wetness.

"Ohhh… oh…" Maddie can hardly believe how much she's enjoying this. It's disgusting but strangely gratifying. Her eyes are wide open and locked onto Dr. Nestor. She doesn't mind seeing the mess it makes. This is the most sick and arousing experience she's ever had and she absolutely loves it. It's a constant and heavy torrent of vomit that feels like it could be coming forever. Maddie's lower body is covered in it; her pants are soaked, and the thick slop fills up her belly button, seeps into her panties and fills her with warmth. She feels so full all over, and her stomach has been clenching and heaving so deeply that her breathing is constricted as she struggles to speak. "I—I just can't… ugh…"

Maddie carefully reached out, belched up a mouthful of failed food, and moaned as she leaned into the doctor's firm embrace. He stroked her belly. His touch is enough to send her over the edge, her stomach contorting and her lips parting as the next projectile bursts out. It's as hot and thick as the previous, shooting directly into his chest with great warmth. "I need more, Dr. Nestor," she purrs between spasms. "… I neeeed more…"

"Yes you do, aren't you? My sick little patient." he pulled her into a bear hug again, gripping her belly. "Let that sickness out. It's good for you. I want to see you vomit and vomit and vomit until you're satisfied." he squeezed her gut. Maddie moaned in a high whine before more puke exploded from her lips. She kept panting and squirming after, her face blushed deep red.

"Arousal or pleasure from vomiting is a symptom of hyperemesis. Are you feeling aroused?" Dr Nestor asked her playfully. He poked a finger deep into her gut and felt its contents sloshing around inside. "Tell me how you feel,Maddie."

"Pleasure… So much pleasure," she tells him breathlessly. Her body is soaked with sweat and vomit. But she can't feel anything but warm sensation inside. That sickness, that need. "Your hands… You rubbing my stomach… Your face…" She trails her eyes up to his, and she can feel herself being pulled in by them. "… I…I know I'm disgusting, but…."

"There is nothing disgusting about your body, Maddie dear." Dr Nestor assured her. "You are doing exactly what is normal for you. And its quite beautiful, really." Dr Nestor gave her belly gentle attention. He slowly rubbed her bubbling gut. "Your natural processes are always beautiful. It is truly human. And if what your body needs is to vomit…I am happy to oblige." His hands trailed down a little lower, stroking her soaked thick thighs. "But I fear it might not be too professional."

"It's a good thing you're not so professional." Maddie's voice shivers, she leans in deeper. Her rancid drool soaked his collar. "Please…." Maddie lets loose another deluge. The warm mixture of her sick and bile running down her body is pure ecstasy. She can't help but moan as she lets the contents of their stomachs run freely down their flesh. "Uhhh… mnnn….I need you….I need you to gag me….ghhrlg….I need more, doctor, please…"

"You need more? I can do that. Turn around for me, Maddie." the dr had the girl face him. "Open your mouth…." He slowly gently inserted two fingers into her drooling mouth and began to prod her gag reflex. she gagged and spasmed a few times before a huge gush of vomit came out. DrNestor kept pressing into her. "Good job. You're such a good girl, Maddie. Keep it coming." he wiggled his fingers in her throat and she puked down his arm. The poor girl was still full of vomit.

"Egh, yessss…" She can barely get the words out in between the bursts of vomit. She leans forward to meet his hand as it wiggles inside her mouth and pushes against her gag reflex. Her eyes close and she throws up again, and the warm goo is all over her face now. "Mmmm," she sighs, a satisfied grin on her lips. She watches his hand slide down her thigh as she takes a break, his fingers ending up soaked with her sick. It's a beautiful sight, a beautiful feeling. Dr Nestor is more than happy to encourage the girl's regurgitation. He pulled his fingers from her mouth and smiled as she coughed and spit up the remnants of her last bout of barf.

It seemed this experience had awakened something in the good doctor; some kind of interest in vomit, an unusual fixation with everything purging brought. The sounds, the sight, the smell. And the patient seemed the same, if her moaning and squirming was any indication. If her jeans were not soaked in vomit, her wetness would be visible.

"Oh… Oh…" she's nearly drooling now. Her eyes are wide and staring at his fingers. The sick on his hands and all over his shirt is something that, normally, should be completely repulsive. But for her, it's nothing but pure arousal. "I… I should be disgusted by this… but you really know how to make a person vomit and vomit and vomit." She moans in ecstasy, taking sharp breaths as she watches his hands come back for another round.

"I'm just here to help. Whatever you need." He held two fingers to her lips. "Are you ready, my girl?" Despite all the filth and bile running down her chin, her cheeks, her neck, her lips… her entire person… Maddie can't help but smile at the doctor's reassurances. They have a certain comforting quality to them, though she can't exactly pinpoint how or why. "I'm ready… I'm so ready." She keeps her mouth open, eagerly waiting him to fill it up. "I want to get sick again. Make me sick again, Dr. Nestor. Please…"

The adorable, desparate pleas tickle something deep inside the doctor. He stifled a moan and leaned forward to hide his crotch and the very visible arousal there. "Alright….here we go." He murmured as he slid his hand into Maddie's mouth again. With his other hand, he firmly pressed and prodded at her swollen gut. He felt it bubble and twist under his hands.

Her mouth immediately floods again, making her gag from the pressure against her tongue. She tries to pull back as he works down her abdomen, but her stomach muscles involuntarily tense and her stomach convulses, the walls flexing and her guts twisting. She can smell the hot reek of her own sick on his hand, and she's surprised by how much that makes her want him even more. Maddie gagged and choked and began again to vomit heavily. "Hglouuurghhh! Guh….ghhoourrghl!" She spews onto the doctor's lap, making him moan loudly. He pressed his fingers deeper into Maddie's mouth as she kept vomiting all over him. Their eyes are locked on each other. He stuck his fingers deeper down Maddie's throat.

"Gah..!" Her eyes shut tight and her legs start to tremble. She feels his hand shoving against her gag reflex, and every touch of her esophagus sends another wave of sickness bursting upward. All over her cheeks and lips, the thick spit and goo is all over his hand again. "Guuuhhh… Oh…" She's completely lost in the moment, her entire body giving itself up to this. Nothing matters more than this right now, the sweet tingling in her crotch, the sweet ache in her gut and… the sweet smell of her own vomit.

Dr Nestor moaned again as the girl painted him with her stomach contents. "Good girl. Good job Maddie." He watched with ecstasy as her tongue shot out again and again in priming gags, before she gurgled deep in her throat and spewed a long, chunky wave. Her stomach was noticeably smaller, and it felt so good. Maddie moaned and sighed deeply. "I feel….so much better. It's like I was carrying a whole car in my stomach."

"Think you have any more?" Dr Nestor asked. Maddie had never had to internally check to see if she wanted to vomit - it was usually a constant urge. But now she could feel it. Her stomach was almost empty, but she could use a little more emptying. She nodded. "Yeah, a little more, I think. Can….can you…?" she shyly began, and opened her mouth to him as she leaned forward.

Dr Nestor smiled. "Of course. Here we go…." he stuck two fingers into her mouth again. He felt her throat clench around him as she began to salivate. It didn't take long for Maddie's stomach to clench and she puked noisily. "Hurrghhllp!" Dr Nestor didn't take his hand away, and Maddie kept spewing. Her eyes were glazed, half-crossed with pleasure. She shook and shuddered as her body took control and made her barf everything up. He boldly rubbed down between her legs with soft, teasing motions. "Ohh my god - Hglurrrrghhhp!" she bounced and vomited. Arousal and nausea were blending together.

Her stomach squeezes down hard on the contents and the sickness is pushed from her depths toward her esophagus. Her eyes grow wide and she tries but fails to hide her pleasure. "Oh yes! Ah… oh… oh yes…" She tries to push him deeper, but he's already completely filling her throat. She's so incredibly wet and warm now. She can't find many words right now. Her eyes are shut tight as he's practically fucking the vomit out of her. She's letting her body do its thing, and in this moment, there's nothing else she's worried about. Her stomach cramps and her throat is squeezing down, expelling the chunks of food that her gut is making. The taste is making her moan involuntarily. "Mmnn… that's—oh!"

It took a few more bouts of violent illness before Maddie leaned back, panting, finally relieved. "Oh my god….that was so good….I actually feel empty now." Dr Nestor washed his hands and stroked her hair out of her face. "You did a wonderful job. And now you have the knowledge to handle your hyperemesis." He looked down at her vomit-stained clothes, and Maddie spoke up before he could. "I always bring an extra change of clothes. This vomiting thing happens often." she said shyly.

"Well, that's thinking ahead. Hah, I probably should have done the same." The doctor chuckled as he looked at his own drenched and stinking clothes with some chagrin. "At any rate, Maddie. I'm going to prescribe you an anti-emetic, and give you some information on foods that could help you deal with the condition. I would also look into hyperemesis groups, to learn to manage it." He took off a paper from his prescription pad and added "But if you ever need help of the same kind….don't hesitate to ask for me." He gave her a wink. Maddie would definitely be returning to this doctor again.

#hyper vomit #vomit #emeto #emetophilia #i know hyperemesis is a real thing but in this universe it means u have an anomalously huge stomach capacity of 10+ gallons #and people with the condition need to vomit often but at least it feels good #doctor fantasy #gagging

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gusherguy · 6 months

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carsick tonight

i was on a really really long drive and for some reason i was getting super carsick even though that doesn't happen often. my pants felt wayyyy too tight, and i kept getting hot flashes. i burped over and over and they felt rumbly and thick and gross.

i didn't even eat anything....or maybe that's why i felt sick. i kept having to ask my friend to stop the car, and going to the bathroom over and over. my guts were gurgling so loud i was scared they could hear me! i'm finally home now, with ginger ale.

#emeto #emetophilia #nausea #irl emeto #irl nausea #no actual puke

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gusherguy · 6 months

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i have this nasty fantasy i cant get out of my head 🫣

I wanna roleplay as some cute guy's little brother, and walk in on him jerking off. And he'll be angry and yell, so I leave. I'll try to mimic him in secret afterwards, but I'm not very good at it. The motions are clumsy and I get frustrated. And desperate enough to ask for help. Flushed and in tears with my rosy little hard-on out, I find big bro and beg him to make it feel better. Gruff big bro would grudgingly show me how to do it right. His hands over mine, pumping, complaining and callibg me stupid, but its oh so sweet.....

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gusherguy · 6 months

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i've been into emeto since I was really young....for mostly trauma reasons.

my mom was one of those "have as many babies as possible!!!" christians and she was also cursed with horrific morning sickness. we lived in a cult, so her two daughters (me and my sister [i am no longer a daughter]) were in charge of taking care of her, being female.

which....meant watching her vomit constantly. and emptying her puke buckets. the helplessness. the suffering. the SMELL. the brain does weird things to cope, yknow?

anyways,,,,,,,,,,

i won't tell you how young i started writing porn and touching myself (trauma go brrrrrrr) but i realized the only thing i was really into was....people vomiting. sometimes it involved pregnancy, or involuntary transformation, but by and large it was just nausea and the act of vomiting.

in my fantasy, i liked shaming people for getting sick the way i was shamed. "oh my god, you really couldn't hold it down huh? look at how big your belly is. you're gonna make yourself so sick again!" and i also liked comforting people for getting sick the way i always wanted to be comforted. "there you go, get it all up. i know it's not fun, but you'll feel better after. don't worry about the mess, i'm staying right here."

i didn't find out it was a kink until i was maybe 18? 19? (don't even get me started on how the cult kept me ignorant of sex entirely till 17) and stumbled across the emetophilia tag on a03. I was homeschooled so i knew enough latin to put 2 and 2 together....and the rest is history.

today, i'm a lot safer with my kink and more accepting of myself.

How long have you known you're into Emeto (question for the whole community)?

Warning: pretty much a whole life story under the cut. NONE OF THIS IS CLASSED AS BEING SEXUALISED! everything that happened was out of interest up until last year and by "last year" I mean December, I was already 18 by that point, if youre turned on by the other stuff that's on you please DNI

Because I know I've known since I was really young, like when I was little my friends and I would play with dolls ad a character would always get sick because I found it fascinating. It started to become part of all the games we played and I got worried people would find out that I thought it was cool, it was like a guilty pleasure. Around age 12, my friend wanted to get out of a field trip and asked if I knew any ways to get sick, I'd never tried any but I applied logic and told them they should Chug water until it bounces (it worked, I witnessed it, probably the strangest thing I've ever seen). It was age 13 I started getting into prank channels and fake puke, I'd act like I was vomiting and I'd watch other people on the Internet because it was fun, then I noticed I was way too invested in it, like I'd get mad if it wasn't realistic enough. It was probably when I was 15 when I started looking up why I was so obsessed with vomiting because I could barely sleep thinking about how strange I was, that's when I found all these posts online about "emetophilia". I denied it being a kink for months before I just gave in. It was at 16 when I really started experimenting, gagging myself, etc. I found out my friend had a whump thing and so we both experimented with stuffing until that got weird. I know it's gonna sound weird that we were doing that sort of stuff so young but we didn't sexualise it. Last year I got into a relationship with someone with the same kink as me, we used to gag each other and one time it led to them getting sick all down themself (it was all liquid so I didn't freak out) and since then it's sort of just spiralled for me.

#emeto #emeto kink #tw childhood trauma #cult shit

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gusherguy · 6 months

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i have always been...just a little puke freak....

just remembered when i was like 9 and made an animation with microsoft word clipart and MSpaint of....various creatures vomiting and eating each other's vomit....

#emeto #freak warning #gods i need therapy #shitpost #but yeah it was like 2 minutes long #had that puke yellow that comes preprogrammed into mspaint #a woman #furry and emeto shit #lmao

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gusherguy · 6 months

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just want y'all to know i'm not ignoring your asks, i love them sm just dont have a lot of energy lately <3

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gusherguy · 6 months

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You lean in towards their pale, strained face, and close your eyes. Their lips are tense and their motions anxious when you slowly come to meet them; they try to relax and breathe into you, but their body is too anxious, and you simply caress their unusually dry lips with yours as you keep pressing yourself closer to their body. ”It’s okay, [Name]. You did really well”, you try to soothe them. They open their lips to let your tongue in, which you readily proceed to do. The inside of their mouth is moist in acidic saliva.

They tense up for a moment and swallow, forcefully, while your tongue keeps exploring them. Your right hand is still softly stroking their tight, full tummy, and sickened heat radiates through their skin and against your palm – their body feels so good. Almost instinctively your hand moves lower again. You can’t help but feel almost sad that you fed them this much, because you doubt there’s enough time anymore to flip them on their stomach and fuck them. They groan into your mouth a bit before you lay the hand to rest on the bed again.

”It’ll feel okay soon. Your tummy will handle it just fine”, you exit the kiss for a second to whisper to them. Before you return to kiss them you take another look at their face: their skin is so green, and you swear you can see one or two sweat droplets running down their forehead.

”I- I feel sick-”, their shaky, weak voice speaks, but you hush them: ”I know, baby. Don’t worry”. Your lips meet once again and they kiss you back a little harder this time – they want it too even though they’re so indisposed. You become more intense, more relentless, and your lips dance over their mouth almost fiercely. They’re still so very gentle, and their mouth is so wet and dreamy, you can’t help it. You’ve never had them like this. All of a sudden they let out a little burp into your mouth; their movements come to a halt. They seem to recover from it quickly enough, but right as you feel them continuing to kiss you again they moan, loud and pained, and pulls away.

”Are you okay?” you inquire them softly, as their face turns away from you. They don’t respond. Their hand flies over their mouth and they burp again, and before they have the chance to stop it, a sickening wet ”Hhblluuurrrbh!” emits from them as a wave of barely digested cake pours all over themself.

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gusherguy · 7 months

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for your consideration: two people getting really sick at the same time from eating far too much of the same bad food. one person has a weaker stomach and starts really feeling the effects first, but their vomiting very quickly sets the other off and once they start there's no stopping them

(Hayden he/him, Cade he/him)

They hadn't planned on seeing Cade's parents that night. Hayden and Cade went for Chinese food at a buffet that afternoon, and soon after got a call. "My parents are in town!" Cade leaned into Hayden's room. "Want to go meet them? They're gonna be at the steakhouse. You should come with!"

"Are you sure you want to come with, Hayden? You don't look so good." Cade said when they got out of the car. "And you can meet my parents later. I don't want you to overdo it." Cade said sympathetically as he absently rubbed his swollen gut. "I—I'll be fine. I just, uh…" He takes a deep breath and tries to relax, but the tension is too much to bear. "I ate too much. Had way too many noodles."

Despite the overstimulation of having already been in a restaurant, and his disinterest in steak after stuffing on noodles and fried rice, Hayden felt excited that Cade wanted to take this next step, and hoped the parents would like him. He didn't want to waste this chance, no matter how sick he felt.

Once they got there, he realized it was a mistake. Hayden's temples throbbed, the inside of his mouth tasting vaguely of raw onions. The restaurant's bright, white lights were a source of torture rather than comfort, their brightness highlighting his clammy forehead. The sounds of the bustle around him were loud enough to cause headaches, which seems like a cruel twist of fate considering that he's suffering the early pangs of a salt-induced migraine. A sharp pain lanced through his torso, and Hayden swallows hard. He carefully loosened his belt under the table. His stomach roils, and he's sure a violent attack of indigestion is only moments from kicking in.

"You good?" Cade asked him suddenly. Hayden almost jumped. "Um - yeah. I'm good, just…I think I ate too much." Cade gave him a pat on the shoulder. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I've got really bad bubble guts right now. I really hope nothing at that buffet was spoiled." He sipped on his Sprite and then brightened up, nodding his head at a middle-aged couple that had just entered. "There, that's them. That's my mom and dad." With that Cade stood up to go and greet them, leaving Hayden all by himself at the table.

As Cade went to greet his parents, Hayden gripped the table and forced his eyes shut. The lights and commotion aren't doing him any favors. He almost felt seasick. He took a deep breath, then released it slowly, but he's barely finished exhaling before he feels a familiar rumble begin low in his abdomen. Gas and the remains of a meal are threatening to be regurgitated. He swallowed hard.

For a little while, Hayden kept control of his stomach. He sipped his iced soda, hoping the bubbles would settle his stomach. And for a bit it seemed to help. He introduced himself to Cade's parents and they began small talk. Then Cade's dad ordered appetizers. "Make that double, would you please? Looks like I'm feeding a crowd today." his father said good-naturedly. And before either Cade or Hayden could protest, the waiter left. And Cade's parents began making small talk.

Hayden's brow was really beginning to glisten with sweat. Every time he turned to face someone new in this little circle, the lights flashed and his stomach rumbled heavily, slow and sluggish and sickening. He can't imagine eating anything; the idea of chewing or swallowing makes him dizzy.

Cade was also having to gulp over and over to keep his stomach in its place. When the appetizers arrived and his parents dug in, he snacked a bit on the wings and dip that had been left on the table, nibbling out of habit. The strong, greasy smell and spicy taste made his guts churn. And when he looked to Hayden, he realized with horror that he didn't look much better off. Maybe something at the buffet really was spoiled.

Hayden can't imagine holding back any longer. His head jerks from side to side, heaving breathlessly, and he suddenly feels bile rising in his mouth. He grips the edge of the table, a hand ready for his forehead as his guts churn and gurgle. His swallows mean nothing against the force of his sick stomach, and he felt chunks at the back of his throat.

"You know, mom and dad, Hayden's pretty tired. I think we might - urrp!" a sudden burp interrupted Cade. He blushed a little, but mostly his cheeks were green. "'scuse me. I think we might head out early."

Hayden's mouth twisted in misery. "P—please… have to… go…" he whined out, desperate. What seems like a long moment of agonizing silence passed as Hayden tried to keep his stomach down, but he was fighting a losing battle. Sweat trickled down his neck, his breath coming harsh in his throat. He leaned over the table, gagging, and that's all it took. The food from earlier erupted, exploding past Hayden's lips and splattering everything around him. He sagged forward and moans miserably. "Ohhh… I—I'm so sorry…"

When Hayden vomited, it was like a button was pressed on Cade's gag reflex. He didn't even feel himself heaving before a sudden heavy wave of chunky noodle barf spewed from his lips and splattered all over the appetizer. He hiccupped and moaned, mortified. "Ohhh m-my god, I'm so s- sghhhuruuughhhl!!" his belly clenched and Cade threw up again. The hot slurry burned all the way up and splashed on his jeans.

"Oh no… you too…" Hayden choked back bile, looking at Cade in horror. He wiped his mouth with a napkin, passing one to Cade. But the second he tried to speak, he heaved again. An ungodly amount of partially-digested ramen noodles burst out of his mouth, staining his shirt and the tablecloth. He curled into himself, panting with exhaustion and fighting to keep the remnants of his meal down. His stomach continued to roil, but it seems he's emptied as much as he's able.

Cade's parents at least didn't react in disgust. They seemed worried, and jumped into action. They pushed the almost-empty bowl of dip under Hayden's mouth as his tongue shot out and he began again to vomit. Cade leaned forward and desperately covered his mouth with his hands. But it was to no avail, and barf dripped from his fingers. A forceful gush escaped then. He groaned and gave in to the sickness clutching his belly.

Hayden retches violently, trying to expel the spoiled food that remained. It's as if his stomach were a bottomless pit, full of the slimiest rank slurry imaginable. He just wants it to be over. He dry-heaves, nothing coming up, but his stomach won't let him find comfort in the calm. It spasms and he can feel fresh bile rising up his throat. He leaned over the table and heaved, quickly getting dizzy.

Cade regretted overeating at the buffet. He burped up a violent surge of orange and noodles that splashed, mostly getting into the bowl. He clutched his belly with a low moan before spewing again. He was grateful they had chosen a table in the back; nobody but them noticed the mess yet. Hayden had the worst of it. He had eaten more of that slightly-suspicious shrimp stir fry than Cade had. Every exhale was a violent gush of vomit, and his face was sweaty and red. Cade's father gingerly patted his back.

Hayden, for his part, was beginning to feel lightheaded. His tummy went quiet for now, but that seemed to be the calm before the storm. He groaned miserably and clutched his sides, every twitch in his guts generating an involuntary grimace. He felt more exhausted than he could remember, and every movement is like pulling teeth. His tongue tasted foul and every breath he takes seems to make things worse. Cade's mother lays a hand on his shoulder and mouths, "You'll be alright."

It took a long while before they were alright, however. After a few minutes both boys could control their nausea long enough to make it to the bathroom, but once they got there the heaving just started again. Their stomachs felt agonizingly gross, heavy and overfull and sick. The sound of their retching reverberated through the small bathroom. After a moment, Cade called over in a raspy voice "H-Hayden….you okay?"

Hayden didn't answer, too busy with the business of being sick to reply. He hunched over the toilet in the fetal position, gagging and retching violently while it felt like his insides writhed and squirmed. Cade's voice barely registered to him. But eventually, he forces back the bile, breathing through his mouth and gasping for air as he got his breath. Eventually, he croaked "Yeah… yeah. Just… gimme a minute."

Just then Cade let out a meaty belch that turned into vomit on the tail end. He leaned over the toilet and let it out. Another retch took hold, and he splattered the bowl with brown and orange chunks. "Ohhhgg….god, thats bad."

Hayden shuddered, his stomach roiling again. "Ugh, god…" He puts his hand on his head and, with the slightest movement, let out another gush of bile. He leaned over again, his eyes watering as he continues to expel what little food he consumed at the buffet. His head pounded and he felt chills. After a moment, he sighed and pressed his cheek against the wall. "This is awful… I feel so gross."

"S-same….god, that really must have been spoiled food." Cade spat into the toilet and sighed. "I haven't felt this bad in a long time." he tenderly rubbed his bloated stomach, feeling it all moving around inside. Every little twist and turn of his guts brings him a fresh jolt of nausea. Now that the initial vomiting has slowed, he's left with a dull, pounding headache. He flushed and leaned against the wall, trying to rest. His guts kept spasming a little bit every so often, but he wasn't vomiting anymore.

Hayden groaned lightly and clutches his throbbing head. The nausea has calmed down for the most part, but he can feel the food sloshing around inside him. And the chillls kept getting worse. He grimaced and looked at the stall his boyfriend was in, suddenly feeling worried. "Cade… do you feel feverish at all? I—I'm feeling a little hot, but… maybe I'm just imagining things."

"Lemme check." Cade didn't feel too feverish, just nauseous. He reached his hand under the stall to Hayden. "I don't. Do -- urrrp! - do you? Let me feel your arm." When he felt Hayden, his boyfriend's skin was very hot and slightly red. "Ohh boy. Yeah, I think you might have a fever, babe."

Hayden nodded, his eyes widening with concern. "You don't feel too hot, right? I don't know how I'd handle it if we were both sick." He rests his hands on Cade's arm. It felt cool compared to his. His stomach began to churn again, but he fought down the rising nausea. "God, I still feel gross. I—my head… still hurts."

"I sh-should ask my dad to bring us water." Cade said, swallowing hard. His stomach was very upset again and he was worried he would soon vomit. But it happened sooner than he expected, and he spewed slushy orange and white down the front of his jacket. "Ohhhgg…oh shit, god. Damn i-- urrghhkkk!" he leaned over the toilet before he vomited again. "It hur-hrhrrggglllhg! It hurts…." Cade moaned between retches.

Hayden looked away when Cade began to vomit and made a grumbling sound of distaste. When he heard Cade's stomach rumbling again, he knows what's coming. He covered his mouth and turns his head, listening to the revolting squelching and splattering in Cade's throat. He tried not to be repulsed, but it was hard when the sounds were so loud. It's a relief when Cade finally let the last of his dinner go, though the smell made Hayden feel like he might puke again himself. "Ohh my god…" he said hollowly.

Hayden's belly lurched violently and he gasped. With a sudden rush, he expeled the rest of his dinner, most of it splashing down into the bowl but some bits and bile reaching the floor. He groaned and gripped the toilet to keep from wobbling, letting the contents churn and splurt out for a few seconds before he's finally spent. He was left dry-heaving into the bowl for a long moment. "Hnngg…. mmphhh… gahh…"

Cade spat, his stomach feeling much better now that it was empty. He flushed again and knocked on Hayden's door. "How're you doing in there?" he asked gently. In the end, Hayden needed help getting home. He was ill over the whole weekend, and terribly embarrassed about vomiting in front of the people who could become his in-laws. But Cade's parents were very understanding, and even sent them a card hoping Hayden felt better soon.

#emeto #emetophilia #emeto scenario #emeto ask #puke #emeto fic #gay

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gusherguy · 7 months

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mushroom madness 4

pt 1

pt 2

pt 3

(cw: the usual vomit, vomit eating, corruption, burst)

After infecting and corrupting the young janitor, Dr Tay guessed he only had about half an hour before somebody noticed his doings and locked down the facility. It was time for him to start looking for another host to pass his fungus on to. His mind was cloudy with the urges.

Down the hall was a ditzy blond secretary making a coffee run. Her name was Cherry, Tay recalled in a haze, and she did not see Dr. Tay coming closer, engrossed in something on her phone. He smiled, and his guts churned with anticipation. She was only a few paces from him when the secretary stopped in her tracks. She spun around, dropping her coffee and her jaw, as though she's just seen a ghost. Cherry's mouth open and shut, her legs frozen in place. She tried to scream, but only a hoarse, choked gurgle of shock escapes her lips.

Before she could alert anybody else, Dr. Tay grabbed Cherry and puked in her mouth. His lips locked with hers and the fluid dripped down her throat. She tried to push him away, but staggered and dropped to the floor. Her mouth was full of chunky slush and it sickened her. She arched her slim back as she tried to gag out all the mushrooms Tay forced in her. "Hurk! What is wrong with you?! URp!" She cried between sick burps. "Get away from me! No! Help!" Cherry screamed in vain.

Tay pulled her up to her knees, his entire weight controlling the writhing form of the secretary as he began to retch and heave more forcefully. His belly visibly moved, pressing into his body as he gurgled up a long spew. "Ghhhllurrhg!" It splashed a bit, making a mess on Cherry's face and clothes. Tay chuckled under the sound of the secretary's gurgling, rubbing at her neck as her body filled up with his stuff. "No, no, this is good for you. This is enlightenment… It's what I'm here to share." He smiled in that same crazed fashion. "You'll understand that, soon enough."

Cherry retched, barfing up the mushrooms as fast as Tay forces them down her throat. Her mouth was a mess of bile and chunks swishing around. She struggled and choked, trying to resist. But her belly was already starting to swell as the fungi took root. She gagged twice, hard. Heat washed over her insides in a sedating, pleasant way. "UGh….um…..urp, i feel….jesus, why.. " she cried between spurts of vomit.She would have to swallow or choke, but she didn't want to swallow. The secretary's body shuddered with her efforts to resist, but Tay is insistent and the fungal substance is powerful. It won't stop. She heaved and heaved, but all it did was force the stuff deeper into her body. Tay held her up by her shoulders, his thumbs digging into her clothes as he forced the fungus down her throat. "Urrrghll….good girl," he cooed, as the substance continued to fill her and expand her. "That's it…oh yes."

Cherry whimpered. Her belly sloshed, impossibly large. She finally gave in. The fungus did something to her head, made her want it. Even as she tasted the rank flavor and the sickening warmth, she was beginning to crave it. The need could not be ignored. Her watery eyes looked up at Tay desperately and she finally sucked hard, swallowing greedily all the fungal gift Tay gave her. Cherry's stomach was 60% full, bursting out of her tight skirt pencil skirt and stretching her blouse.

Tay let out a gasp as the secretary gave in, welcoming his fungal seed with the press of her lips upon his. She gulped and gulped noisily. As he felt her swallow and her stomach expand even further, he pressed his tongue against her throat, trying to find entry past her esophagus. "Hrrrghh….hhruruup….hgllourrgh!!" He spewed, and sighed. His mouth watered and he lets out a low moan, hands roaming over her body, his attention focused on her belly. "Oh… it's spreading… and it feels so good…"

Cherry moaned and her mind broke under the sensual effect of the mushrooms. Her belly churned and swelled out. "Mmm, fill me up good, doctor…." she murmured between gulps.

Tay grinned down at the secretary and began to massage her distended belly, feeling it ripple and swell under his touch. "This is going to be so amazing…" he whispered softly. He kept rubbing gently, encouraging her form ever larger. "You're going to become something incredible." He slowly pulled her toward him, leaning down and resting his forehead against hers as his fingers worm their way across her belly and down to her inner thigh. "Good girl… so, so good…"

Cherry was sopping wet with arousal. Her legs quivered as Tay neared her sensitive parts. She gagged and gasped, opening her legs to him. Sloppy grap puke dripped from her lips. "MMm, my tummy's so full …..hurk!" she began to gag more often as she reached 90% stomach capacity. Buttons on her blouse started popping off under the steadily increasing pressure of her gut. Tay looked down with approval as the secretary's body quivered and her stomach bloats, already nearing that critical peak. "Mm-hm… it feels good, doesn't it? Doesn't it feel so right?" His fingertips caress her thigh and work their way ever nearer to the center of her warmth. "I'll fill you up… up…" he murmured with a breathy sigh as he pleasured her.

Tendrils popped from her breasts, making her writhe in pain and pleasure. Cherry's knees knocked together from the attention Tay was giving her. She gasped and gagged over and over. "Urk! urk! Nnnnmm. Ohh, please doctor, harder…." she said as her cheeks began to bulge with vomit. Cherry's stomach was almost 100% full. She humped against Dr tay's hand, burping and drooling on her tits, grinding for more friction as her belly reached critical mass!

Tay smiled as the tendrils shot out from Cherry's breasts, her entire body quivering with the force of his fungal seeds spreading. She looked like an alien, no longer human. "You're nearly bursting," he croons, leaning down to cup her face. She spewed runny barf down his hands and he chuckled. "So beautiful. There you go, get it out. You're my wonderful girl, Cherry." He could see that her stomach was at or exceeding capacity. The mushroom substance filled her up as she gagged and burped, her stomach sloshing painfully in her belly, pressing out against what remained of her clothes. Tay's fingers vibrated inside her, his other hand stroking her inner thighs. His own stomach squelched with pleasure at the sight of her transformation.

Cherry reached her limit. As the pleasure reached its peak, her stomach contracted and she violently vomited a gush of fungus. It splattered forcefully all over Tay's chest. Her clarity returned somewhat after the orgasm. "Ohhh….hurk! I…I'm sick, why -urp- why am i sick, doctor? My tummy….sick but goood…." Cherry gagged and spewed more. It ran between her exposed breasts like a nasty waterful.

Tay held her steady as the first blast of vomitus erupted from her. The force was amazing, the volume unheard of. He'd seen this many times before, but there's never a time where an explosion of stomach sludge isn't absolutely enchanting. Tay smiled and wiped her lips tenderly. "I know it feels good, Cherry…" he crooned, his tone one of lust and longing. "I'll change you. I'll fix you." His fingers dig into her, her belly swelling even further with each second. "Feel good… feel all that pressure… I'm taking it from you… feel me take you over…"

As she vomited, Chery fell into his arms, becoming delirious. "Ohhh….change me? doctor's gonna…..make me change?" she gave a deep watery belch and spewed up a ton of frothy mushroom puke as she swelled ever larger. "Bwuoouuughl! BUt i dont wanna change, doctor…" she rubbed her stomach weakly with trembling, slimy hands and whimpered. "Urp….help….."

Tay scooped her into his arms, his touch soft and tender, his gaze intent. She burped out more of his stuff, feeling its warm, wriggling liquid sliding up her throat and down both of their bodies. "Shhh… shh… change is good for you." His fingers squeezed her tighter. He looked at her body, so swollen and gorgeous… "We'll change you. We'll put you in a better form…" he whispered, looking at her quivering, sick body with so much want. "Let me help… just trust me."

Cherry whimpered as her tummy roiled and rolled. A sharp pain hit as a tendril began to force out of her bellybutton. Cherry gurgled up more barf. When the fungus pulled on her senses again, she let it. She didn't want to feel this disgusting. "OHhh doctor it hurts, it hurts me doctor, make it stop. Hurk! Make me feel good." She ground her wet crotch against his knee as her body prepared again to spew. "Bwuhh….b….bwuuooorghl!!!"

Tay's face lit up as the tendril sprung free. It grew, and branched, and grew more, all over her body. "Good girl…" he crooned, rubbing her stomach as the substance flowed from her belly button and trickled down her legs. There was a big, sloppy puddle on the carpeted floor below them. "Oh, Cherry… oh, oh…" His fingers squeezed tight along the tendril as it reached down her legs, his touch making her moan. His hand trailed back up, rubbing over her swollen form that bulges so grotesquely beneath her clothes, rubbing her breasts, carressing her face. "I'll make you feel so good, Cherry… it'll feel perfect."

Cherry gurgled deep in her throat. "Ghhhrrgll….hghhhrll…" She was changing, transforming into something alien. Her skin went gray and soft, and the tendrils growing from her got bigger and tangled in her hair. Her belly was so bulging and churning, threatening to burst in an orgasmic rush of vomit. The heaving finally became successful as Cherry puked on her tits and moaned. "Doctor….making me mushroom….help me feel good…." she begged between wet, heavy retches.

"Ssshhh… it'll all be okay, Cherry. It's all going to feel good, I promise you. I'm right here… I'm here, I'm with you… feel me inside you…" His hands began to explore her body with more and more enthusiasm. She was soon to burst, he could feel it. And all those new fungal seeds would be free. His palm rubbed her cheek, traced her jaw, and slid down over her neck. The other hand wandered back down her abdomen. "Oh… oh yes… let it burst. Let it feel good…" He palmed her, and then pressed hard.

Cherry threw her head back as an explosive gutful of fungal puke came up her throat. she spewed all over, again and again, the nausea never ceasing. She gurgled and choked as her sides split open with mushrooms. Tay grabbed her swollen flesh between his hands, squeezing and rubbing her gut, loving the feel of her, loving the sound of her retching. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against her neck, slowly sucking and drinking all the leftover goo that covers her body. "Good girl," he murmured into her ear, his voice hoarse and soft. "Just let it happen… let it wash over you. Let it feel so good." He stroked her cheek. "I'm here, do you understand me? I'm right here."

Tay feels her stomach churning, her form expanding. His fingers dig into her thighs, and he pushes her head back as he let the first geyser of vomit wash over her. The sensation of it sloshing down her body makes Cherry moan and writhe, her eyes rolling back into her head as she writhes in euphoric delight. Then came another geyser, and another. Her entire body is covered in her disgusting mess. Tay rubbed it firmly against her face and neck, the sound of her moans turning him on like never before. "Yes….yes….there you go…"

Tay watched, his eyes glistening, as Cherry's body bulged from the inside. Her skin is so tight, so utterly strained and tortured, and it's so beautiful. The first crack spreads like a spiderweb across her abdomen, but the flesh simply pulls apart as the fungus inside demands more space to grow. Skin stretches as if it were rubber, but even that can't endure the sheer pressure of what's trying to escape.

Cherry threw her head back, looking like an obscene volcano of vomit. And then it happened. The mushrooms inside her guts expanded too large for her humanity to withstand. Cherry groaned and quivered and burst like a human water balloon. Just like Fore had, she exploded into nothing.

Hot, liquid chunky fungus gushed free when Cherry's belly burst. Her body shriveled away as the huge amount of vomit inside her splashed free, almost flooding the hall. She was no more; just a mess of barf. Tay watched with lust as Cherry completely deflated. For a few moments, he stared down at the mess with a serene, almost reverential expression. Vomit and mushrooms were all over the carpet and the tray of coffee she had been carrying. His stomach still churned

with the hunger that can't truly be contained. "Mmm…" It was time for Tay to leave the lab. Preferably before anybody could stop him. He patted the saved sample of alien fungus kept in his pocket. Time to find a new little belly for him to fill until it bursts, to further the evolution of the fungus, and then to start the cycle over again…

#emeto #emetophilia #stuffing #puke #emeto fic #nsfw #vomit #extended story #emeto art

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gusherguy · 7 months

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got a little beer and a lotta ramen! Time to recreate that one dream i had !

Does anybody wanna be on discord video call while i stuff n spew? If not i'm postind the vid anyways :p

#Emeto #Irl emeto #Kink shit #18+ only

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gusherguy · 7 months

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i wanna stuff myself n spew but i am poor and cant be wasting food like that :( might just chug water

#Emeto #Why does food cost money #I miss a good heavy puke

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gusherguy · 7 months

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mushroom madness 3

part 1

part 2

(cw for vomit, vomit eating, transformation, mental corruption)

A young janitor elsewhere in the facility was having a normal day so far. He had his eabuds in, bobbing his head to music while he mopped the hallways. He didn't hear Dr Tay coming up behind him. Dr. Tay approached the janitor with a grin, his cheeks puffed up with vomit. He had to swallow many times to keep his stomach contained for now. His body was wriggling uncontrollably, like a balloon that's been overinflated, at risk of bursting, and he steadied himself against the wall with one hand as he went. "He-hrrrllppp! Hey there," He said, his voice barely audible over the sloshing and gurgling noises emanating from his gut. His eyes are half-lidded and he let out a sudden hiccup.

The janitor turned around quickly to take in the worrying sight of Dr. Tay before him. The doctor reeks of vomit, his clothing visibly damp with the stuff, and its weirding him out. "Uh…hi? Are you….are you okay?" he asked hesitantly.

Tay returned the question with a question. "would you like to try….something wonderful? Something life-changing. An… experience." He steps forward, his cheeks are bulged out, the muscles beneath them twitching with the effort of holding back a torrent of mushroom spew. It was only with the strength of his sheer willpower that he does not let loose. "I… I'm not even sure I can explain to you how incredible it feels," he crooned, looking down with a strange, almost lustful gaze.

The young janitor gulped nervously. The acrid smell of vomit on Dr Tay almost smelled alluring now. He was thoroughly confused, starting to feel very weird….kind of drunk….and hungry. "Oh…..okay. um, if you think i should, sir…." he said softly, entranced. The man swayed, his grip on his mop loosening, his hips slowly being drawn toward Tay's as if by a magnet. "How….how do i experience it?"

"Open your mouth." Dr. Tay commands with a nod as he holds his churning guts. His eyes are unblinking and his voice is full of quiet desperation, almost a plea. "Open your mouth so I can fill your stomach with some… of what makes me feel good." Tay's free hand slowly reached and began to caress the side of his face, fingers splaying against the skin. "Come on. I'm not going to bite you. I just have something special to give you…"

The second the janitor's lips parted and his eyes fluttered half shut, it happened. It was as though Tay opened a valve somewhere in his guts. A thick stream of creamy slop and half-digested mushroom chunks poured down into the janitor's gullet without a pause. The first second the vomit hits the janitor's tongue he was snapped out of the trance momentarily and gagged. "Khhaahggk!!" It tasted awful. Slimy, warm, sweet and salty. But then it incomprehensibly tasted good. Like the most satisfying of delicious stews. It settled warm and heavy in his tummy and he realized he wanted more.

"Oh…urrgghlllp….here we go," Tay murmured, watching as the mess covers his victim's tongue and spills down his neck. He retched again, a long, drawn-out gurgle sounding from his belly. Puke spewed from his lips. The mop dropped from the other man's hands as he gulped the fungal barf down greedily. "Mnnnngh….urp…more, more…."

"Good boy…" Tay crooned seductively as the stream of slop continued feeding down into his mouth, covering the young man's lips and chin and neck with the sloppy mess. As it sinks into his gut and settles like a stone, it feels warm and heavy, comforting and delicious all at once. It feels… right.

The stream finally dwindles, and the janitor's tongue explored the leftover slosh in his mouth. Mostly runny, with some little flakes of fungal matter. It tastes and feels good, so good. His body wants more. He wanted to be full with the stuff, bursting at the sides with it. His stomach swelled with mushrooms, 75% full and drunkenly happy. He leaned against the wall, hiccuping. "G-god….good god, I - hurk - i feel good…." he slurred between dry heaves and wet burps. He whined and rubbed at his swollen belly, wishing that someone would help him rub it.

As if reading his mind, Tay leaned in and lifted the man's shirt, his hands feeling over his swollen belly with practiced enthusiasm. The flesh gurgled beneath his fingers and his belly churned.. "I have to say, you've done a good job. That's a lot of mushrooms inside you. Your body is certainly enjoying it…" He rubbed the bulging flesh beneath the fabric with a soft moan, a look of utter pleasure in his half-lidded eyes. He leaned down and rested his forehead against his victim's as he continued massaging that huge, swollen, squirming gut.

The janitor belched over and over as the expanding fungus in his gut pushed out gas. The expert belly rubs from Dr Tay did a good job in making him feel better. "Huuurappp….bwraaarp. Burrpp….urrroorrhhpp!" At 90% full now he began to gag between belches. Drool ran down his lips as his body realized how full it was and how imperitive it was to empty itself. "Ugh -hurk- sir, i think…i think i'm gonna barf. Urp! What…what do i do?"

Tay smiled down as he massages his victim's belly, the bulging flesh shifting and rippling beneath the gray uniform shirt. He let out a soft moan—that full stomach is something of a turn-on for him. "Let it out," he whispered, pressing a bit harder into the mound of bloating fungi under his skin. He wants it to explode out of the janitor's mouth. "Come on… let everything out."

He opened his mouth as creamy puke forces its way explosively out. gray musroom slop splatters the floor he just cleaned. The janitor's huge belly contracted and heaved as it made him vomit uncontrollably. And it felt so impossibly good. Every sensation of the chunks surging up his throat. The delicious release of immense pressure in his guts. The warmth spreading down from his mouth and soaking into his clothes. Heaven.

The explosion of puke seny Tay into a giddy frenzy, as though he were high and tripping off the experience. With every eruption of sloppy, creamy vomit from the janitor's body and onto the ground, he laughs and moans, rubbing his belly harder. "YES! That's it…" He let out a long, contented moan and presses both hands against his victim's belly, feeling the warmth of your fungi squelching and squirming beneath like so many snakes. He was really enjoying this. The encouragment from Dr Tay helped overcome the young man's nervousness and fear. How could he possibly be afraid with Tay here to help? And so he let himself vomit without trying to stop. "Urp….urp…..hurk!" he gagged again and again until more fungus gurgled up his throat. Supple spore bloomed in his nostrils, around his crotch, on his tongue….and it all felt wonderful. He was changing, transforming under Tay's caring hands. And those hands edged slowly lower….

Tay's face was inches from his victim's as he continued to massage that swollen, grayish body, the scent of his own fungus flooding the hall. As the janitor continued to burst forward, spraying mushy, mushroom flesh onto the floor, it felt like the most incredible thing in the world. His crotch inflated with spores and semen. He was so, so aroused as he continued to spew. His chub burbled out goopy precum. "Grrrlllg…..yes….I wanna be….mushroom…." he gurgled out between heaves as Dr tay palmed his erection and rubbed his belly. Tendrils bloomed from his nose and belly button, beginning to consume him…but in a different way from the unfortunate Dr Fore.

"Oh god…" Tay exclaimed, his eyes going wide with arousal and wonderment. The feeling of his hands on the young man's pendelous belly, the sloppy mass of fungi squirming under his fingers, the warmth and smell and sensation was all exhilarating, an experience like he'd never had before. The janitor had transformed, still swelling, no longer human. He burped and drooled froth constantly, his face gray and dotted with spores. The fungi began to grow explosively, spreading further and further through his body, and as they did, something felt….strange. The walls began to fade and turn dark. The janitor's eyes shut beneath a sudden spew of vomit and the change completed. A dreamy light, a warmth washed over him. He felt relaxed, at home, at peace with the world. As the change consumed him fully, he let out one gurgling cry and a geyser of vomit.

And then, the mushrooms had him.

Dr Tay looked on his newest victim with pride and joy. This one had actually survived the process with physical form intact! The janitor burbled and belched and vomited and groaned, ambling aimlessly down the hall with its new bulbous, slimy body. "If this one could survive the process with their mobility…." Tay wondered in an excited murmur. "what else might be possible?"

#emeto #emetophilia #stuffing #puke #emeto scenario #emeto fic #tay is a fun guy huh #lmao kill me

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