#part 3 is about an emetophilic girl who follows Bernie's blog and attempts to recreate his “adventure” ;)

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Sick in Public - Part 2

Continuation of this story. I didn't want to make the original fic too long, but in reality Bernie’s sickness wasn't over!

Kinks: emetophilia

OCs: Bernie

Summary: During his way back home, Bernie starts feeling sick on the bus again. ;)

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On the way back home, I sat next to a window. (My jeans were a little dirty with vomit, but I don’t think anyone on the bus noticed.) I felt fine at first. But the sun was shining on my face and after a few stops, the heat inside the bus became unbearable. I felt ill and found it hard to breathe. I wasn’t sure if I was nauseous again or just overheated, but I was starting to feel increasingly unwell. An old lady that was sitting next to me nudged me and told me to give my seat to an old man who was standing nearby. I looked up and saw that the bus was getting very full. I got up and held onto a handrail, but standing was making me feel even more queasy. 

When saliva started collecting in my mouth, I looked around in panic. There were people everywhere, but I didn’t want to vomit straight onto somebody, they wouldn’t like that. I tried to think about what to do. I concluded that the safest way would be to stand facing the edge of the bus so that there are no people in front of me. I managed to squeeze my way to the door. The door opened, and the fresh breeze on my face made me feel a little better. "I might make it home afterall," I thought. 

I should have known that was not going to happen, based on the previous journey...

I was only a few stops from my home when I felt my stomach churn. I gripped the handrail tighter and clenched my teeth. “Nonono, not now, not now...” I thought, swallowing saliva. The bus was still tightly packed and I was being pressed to the door. If I throw up on the door now, there’s no way it isn’t gonna splash all over me.

A part of me found this image really, really hot.

The other part was worried about my neighbours seeing me come home stained head to toe with vomit.

While I was trying to decide if I should get off at the next stop or not, I realized I was not getting a choice. Bitter saliva was already gathering on my tongue, and the next stop was nowhere in sight.

Oh no, oh no, oh no...

I made sure to face the door and tried to take in deep breaths to calm my stomach, but it wasn’t calming down!

I swallowed down nausea, but it wasn’t working anymore.

“Huuuuuurk!” I lurched forward and watery vomit shot out of my mouth, splashing on the door of the bus and reflecting back at me. I felt a few drops on my face and this sensation sent a tingle all the way to my cock. I realized I was getting hard and I really, really hoped the other passengers were not going to notice. I heard gasps all around me, and people trying to shuffle out of the way in the overcrowded bus.

I retched once more, and felt the vomit splashing against me. I coughed up a few chunks at the end, which felt really good. My shoes were swimming in a pool of vomit, the whole front of my jeans was stained, and there were drops of sick on my T-shirt as well. I was very, very dirty. This thought made me even more aroused, which wasn’t really helping the situation.

Relief washed all over me, and I realized I was done puking for now.

The door suddenly opened and I almost fell out of the bus, as I didn’t realize we had arrived at a bus stop already. I stepped out of the bus and shook off some chunks from my shoes. Many people got out of the bus by the other door. I’m not sure if it was their stop or they were just trying to get away from me. I pondered what to do for a second, but since I wasn’t sure the next driver would let me in when I’m this dirty, and this bus was already messy anyway, I decided to get back in and ride two more stops home.

I stood next to my vomit, I don’t know why I did that, I probably could have stood elsewhere, but I liked watching it flow this way and that way based on the movements of the bus. 

When I was nearing my stop, I was starting to get really worried - what if someone who knows my mom sees me like this... So I walked home really fast.

That’s all! Hope you’ve enjoyed my little adventure. ;)

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>> Part 3 (coming soon)

#Bernie's blog #emetophilia #emeto writing #my kink writing #male emeto #emetophilic character #OC: Bernie #I can't wait to post part 3 #part 3 is about an emetophilic girl who follows Bernie's blog and attempts to recreate his “adventure” ;) #I'm dropping a little teaser here #hehe #part 3 is already written I just dont want to spam too much #vomiting in public