Oh I nearly forgot to post this but my partner threw up last night, not once but twice, and I have some notes:

Weak retches with small sick sounding burps on the end. Not usually into burping related stuff but this was hot.

Silent but productive heaves. Damn.

Gurgling retches. You can literally hear it coming up.

Hearing their stomach make a sickly gurgling noise mere seconds before it all comes pouring out of them. Good heavens I thought this was just a trope, but nope, it’s real.

Forceful, gushes vomit that just rush out in one hugely productive stream. Fucking hell. It’s like their stomach emptied itself in one go. This is how you know their belly felt *really* sick and they’re gonna need some serious caretaking cuz that would’ve really taken it out of them

the sickfic to end all sickfics

i will never get tired of a boy going to bed feeling funny and waking up in the middle of the night feverish and horrifically sick.

he tries to brush off his sour stomach and tiredness and lack of appetite. after all, he’s been working long hours and eating the wrong things. a good night’s sleep is all he needs. he hardly touches his dinner and is in bed by 7:30.

he falls asleep quickly next to you, but his temperature rises and leaves him with feverish, confused dreams. you’re awoken by him mumbling deliriously, and when you ask him what’s the matter he starts muttering incoherent sentences that don’t seem to connect or conclude. you switch on a bedside lamp, and examine the pallor of his sweat-slicked face while using your palm to feel his forehead. he’s absolutely burning hot. his eyes, heavylidded, flutter.

“i don’t feel good” he manages to tell you through dry lips. his breaths come shallow and out of his mouth. you feel so sorry for him but can’t help but find him irresistible in such a weak state. you ask him where he isn’t feeling good, brushing back his bangs.

“stomach” is all he says. you probe further and ask him what kind of stomach ache it is, and with a heavy swallow he says “nauseous” and that “everything is spinning.” you lie there with him until his saliva is too much for his own mouth, and you have to help him to the bathroom. you stay by his side until he thinks he’s done.

the next morning doesn’t fare much better. he got sick a couple more times in the night, and is still running a fever. he mumbles incoherent thoughts about having to call into work sick, so worried about having to take a sick day, about how much he’ll be missing at work. he tosses layers of blankets to the floor and removes his pajamas, complaining about how hot it is. within fifteen minutes he is shivering and you have to help him put his pajamas back on.

he goes a couple hours without throwing up, and you suggest crackers. he manages to keep those down, and before long he agrees to a can of chicken soup. when you come to place the tray over his lap, he is lying there staring off into space looking so miserable and pale. you hope the soup will give a little color to his face.

he slurps the soup down to its bottom. you’re glad to see him eating, and after he’s done you take the bowl to wash. as you’re doing the dishes, you hear him coughing. you think he might be trying to clear his throat.

you hear him start to retch.

you leave the sink and come back into the bedroom. his head is hung over a trash can. he looks up.

“im sorry,” he mutters. “im so sorry. i didn’t mean to.”

this sight absolutely breaks your heart. in this woozy state he feels the need to apologize, worried about upsetting or offending you for throwing up the soup you made. you rub circles on his back and hush him as he apologizes again and again and again. after he’s done you tuck him back up, kissing his burning forehead. you sit at his bedside to play with his hair and make him sleepy. he goes in and out of sleep, and senses when you’re not there. when he wakes he weakly cries out for you, begging for you to make it all better. all you can do is pet his hair and shush him, hoping it’ll all be over soon.

oh bless those with sensitive tummies

Just think of a boy who went out on a trip somewhere that has rich and exotic food his tummy isn't used to and maybe he ate too much to begin with but filled up on desserts anyways because he's not very good a gauging how much space is left in his belly and maybe to compensate with the new foods that caused his tummy to ache he drinks lots of water as he eats which overfills him even more. his tummy is overfull and sloshy and aches from the strain of everything inside of it and he quickly realizes he is too full. too full to keep everything down. suddenly all his dinner and water doesn't feel so great sitting in his belly and a sudden ache lurches him forward and his dinner comes rushing back up.

imagine them projectile vomiting onto the closed bathroom door 🥺 they really tried to make it but didn't expect it to be closed. maybe it's the middle of the night and they couldn't see. they're humiliated and don't want to wake their partner, but they feel really bad and it's more than they can take.

Another loud growl, but it’s not hunger. It’s sickly.

We just finished eating at the local Chinese buffet. It’s maybe been an hour. The shrimp from your 3 helpings of shrimp fried rice seemed a little off color (which I may have neglected to mention to you, whoops) but you enjoyed your meal. Now you’re on the bed, only in a crop top and panties, laying on your back with a hand on your tummy as it churns and swishes about. All that food inside isn’t digesting, merely swirling around against the walls of your stomach, causing your tummy to bloat and make you burp wetly into your fist. You moan and rub circles in your belly delicately, careful not to apply too much pressure and make your upset, sickly tummy sound off with wet churns and bubbly gurgles. I come into our dimly lit bedroom and catch you in your nauseous state. Your cheeks puff with every burp, sometimes filling up with your rancid meal. You swallow it back, unwilling to let it all spill out. Not yet, at least. I approach you closer, gently placing a hand on your tummy. It growls indignantly at my touch, sending some of its contents up your throat. You gain a pale green complexion, your belly sloshing sickly as your meal is returned back into it. You roll over to your side to get your belly away from my hovering touch, and you quickly find that this was a bad idea. Your belly sloshes and grumbles as all the food stuffed inside of it shifts and crashes against the wall of your belly, immediately prompting your cheeks to fill once again with your meal. You choke it down and groan. I sympathize for you, but we both know that I’m excited, and your thighs are getting increasingly wet. We’re both in for a long night. But we don’t mind. Not one bit.

my roommate is out and I am stoned once again so I filled up on chips and water and then vomited into the sink

irl emeto story

I have an irl emeto story from last month when I had a weird health issue flare.

TW: emeto, scat mentioned not at all graphic though.

It's a bit long and gross but whatever! I was away with my family for the holidays and had a flight back to my hometown when I had a really bad health flare up.... I started feeling just kind of nauseous on the drive to the airport, my tummy felt sloshy and I just attributed that to the winding roads. I drank a bunch of water to try settle it.. I thought I would feel better by the time we got to the airport, but by then I felt so bloated and gassy and full I was scared to burp. I kept letting out air that felt like they came right from in my now water filled tummy....the burps would burn my throat a little and when we were in the airport I had to rush off three times to go and kneel by the toilet because my Face got hot and my mouth started watering. Nothing happened, but I was so nervous to get on the plane (I have a fear of throwing up in front of people). I managed to survive the 1.5 hour plane ride (somehow), my burps getting more gurgly and wet, I could feel them travelling all the way up from my tight, loud belly. When I arrived, I knew that the only way I would feel better is by letting up what needed to come up. On the car ride home the discomfort moved further down my guts, and I knew I didn't have long before I was sick out either end.... My tummy kept whining and sloshing and felt so full now I was panicking. Once I got home I rushed inside, and didn't know whether I needed to burp up my stomach contents first, or let it all out the other end. I chose the latter, and painfully released some of the tension in my guts on my poor toilet. I still felt nausea in my throat after, and when I finished I leant over the bowl for a few minutes drooling and letting out chunky, unproductive burps. I had to put something in my tummy before the inevitable happened, otherwise I would just dry heave for hours. I decided to make a big bowl of oats, knowing that it wouldn't hurt to much to come back up. I moved to the bigger bathroom at my flat and set myself up on the floor, feeling woozy and slightly lightheaded. I switched between mouthfuls of oats and big gulps of water. the oats were climbing back up my throat even as I swallowed them, my belly so packed with air and sickness even though I had hardly eaten anything that day. I didn't think I would finish the bowl, but I did, and now I felt fit to burst. I drank another swig of water and the nausea peaked, making me lightheaded again. I shifted on all fours to put my head over the toilet, my mouth overflowing with saliva that I spat into the bowl. Something travelled up my throat and I curled in on my tummy as it tensed, and I let out a huge burp that finished in a gag, bringing up a tiny mouthful of watery oats. I moaned in discomfort and my stomach tensed again, once again unproductively bringing up a mix of air and a little water from my swollen belly. I gently pushed on my stomach and opened my mouth and throat, just praying my stomach contents to finally leave and for my guts to settle. It seemed to do the trick, and I burped up a mouthful of vomit into the bowl. This sort of set me off, and I heaved up another, larger stream of watery sick. I continued to gag, burp and moan as my innards finally were forced up my throat and out. After my tummy felt a little less full, and the burps and gags had settled down a little i drank a big glass of water and had a shower. Apparently I wasn't empty though because I forced up what I thought was a big burp in my throat and ended up throwing up all the water I had just drunk in one big gush down my front. After all this, my belly was still tight and angry but I got into bed and promptly passed out.

I want to feed someone so much until they get nauseous and start letting out sick burps

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The long build up. The small burps. The spitting. The kneeling in front of the toilet. The waiting. The fruitless gags. The dry heaving.

The nausea, oh the nausea.

so sometimes i will get random coughing fits, usually in the morning or at night. last night i had something that already wasn't sitting well and on top of that i was having a coughing fit, which triggered a burping fit which made me so fucking sick. i think i ended up puking like 5-7 times? i had to go lay down and try to suck on a cough candy to try and stop the coughing.

the fair is in town where i live, which has got me thinking about cable knit sweaters, hot sweet drinks, apple cider donuts, and tummy aches. imagine your sweet sweet boyfriend dragging you excitedly from greasy food stall to greasy food stall. after the funnel cake stand and a candy apple you warn him to take it easy. he tells you the fair is over after tonight, so he has to eat everything in one night. after all, he won’t be able to get it again until next year. you shrug.

after a box of popcorn and a visit to pet some goats, your boyfriend looks like he is slowing down. you’re grateful for this, knowing how much of a baby he can be when he eats too much, but then you see his eyes light up and before you know it he’s got cotten candy in one hand and a corn dog in the other. you don’t understand how one man can stomach so much sugar and grease, but he seems to take it in stride. soon he is holding too empty sticks, wandering ahead of you and then returning with a cheesesteak.

you want to do some rides. in fact, you want to kiss your boyfriend at the top of the ferris wheel. you step into the line as your boyfriend chokes down his last bite of cheesesteak. he’s looking a little pale now, and has somehow broken a clammy sweat in the autumn weather. the ride operator locks you and your boyfriend in. you notice the lap bar pressing down on your boyfriend’s stomach. he’s a husky guy on a good day, but now he’s swelled up underneath his sweater. as the ride starts its rotation you notice he’s gotten a bit quiet, so you cozy up to him and kiss down his neck. he gives you a weak, tired smile, looking a little glazed over in the eyes.

you ask him what’s the matter, although you already know the answer. he groans, takes your hand, and places it on the crest of his belly, admitting that he might have overdone it. you coo sympathy and start rubbing circles on your silly little boyfriend’s tummy.

the ferris wheel comes to a stop at the top. it’s a rickety old thing put together with duct tape and gum. it starts rocking back and forth. your boyfriend breathes shallow in his chest and makes a panicked face.

“i don’t feel so good” he whimpers, and you fear for the people below you.

im thinking about a chubby boy who has eaten to his limit and his tummy isnt handling it well their partner is close by them whispering sweet things and encouragement and rubbing their back softly, hoping he can push through the nausea and let the ache in his belly dull down. his stomach is excessively top heavy swollen and bulging out beneath his ribs, legs spread wide hoping to make room for him to at least breathe. sharp tense gurgles roll through the tightest part of the bulge in his middle, drawing out sharp inhales and light moans. it was good rich, filling food. a belly that was once content after a hearty meal, now feels like its quite suddenly had was entirely too much put inside it at once. his partner gingerly places their hand over his swollen distended tummy in concern, which suddenly turns to worry when they feel taut heaviness and heat pressing back against the center of their palm, and suddenly realizing how much all that food packed in there must ache. the soft placement of the partners hand on his tummy, however loving it was intended to be was the final thing for their miserably full tummy and all the foods churing around inside of it. suddenly a sickly gurgle rolls across his gut and he winces as his tummy squeezes and twists, lurching him forwards and forcing up waves of his heavily overfilling dinner into a bin held up to him by his partner. the emptying hurts and brings relief all at once, and his partner begins to bring away their hand but he pulls it back over his tummy putting pressure on the churning twisting organ. now he is half empty with the pressure form the outside helping to move and empty the inside.

Thinking about her.

We go out for the fancy date night we’ve been anticipating for so long. The evening has been wonderful, we did a paint and sip, went to an evening museum tour, and now we’re ending the night with your favorite: Authentic Italian cuisine. You look stunning. From your sultry, striking eyes, to your plump, soft lips, the way your dress fits your womanly form in the most enchanting way, down to your sexy, stiletto heels. I can hardly focus on my meal because I’m too busy staring at you in all your beauty. We’ve been flirting all evening, sensual tensions rising, thick enough to be cut with a knife by the time we sit down at the table. I’m practically undressing you with my eyes at this point, but I have an ulterior motive. I brought you to this restaurant not only because I know it’s your favorite, but because I know you can’t resist stuffing your tummy with all the delicious food. I encourage you to eat most of the appetizer. Order some drinks. Get the heavy meal. And of course, top it off with a rich dessert. By the time I’m paying, your tummy has begun to be visible through your form-fitting dress. I’m bursting at the seams with how badly I want you, but I wait. I can see you’ve eaten too much. I know your delicate tummy is struggling with the heavy, oily meal. You’re slightly pale, trying your best to stifle burps. Queasiness is starting to grumble away in the bottom of your overstuffed belly. As we leave the restaurant, I can’t have my princess walk along normally. Of course I’m going to pick you up and take you to the car. Making sure to make the short distance from the door to the car as bouncy as possible. When we finally arrive to the car, your tummy is audibly expressing its utter disdain for the food churning around inside of it, and your burps have gone from airy and light to wet and sickly. Now we have the drive home, and your tummy *really* doesn’t like car rides. Especially when it’s full and upset. I still have so much left in store for you. Will you make it home for me?

i've used ai to my advantage. the b i n g image creator is emetophilia friendly (sometimes) if you really work w it!!!!!and the images i've gotten are soOoOooOOOOoooo good i really want to share them

ill put some carefully curated ones under the cut 😋

"a sick guy with long hair throws up. he is comfortable and warm under blankets in a warm-lit room."

Just threw up a bunch:(

Had a bit of a bellyache through the last couple days, and haven’t been eating a lot. Lots of gas and acid reflux, and troubles down there that have me rushing to the loo…. I often get the feeling like i might have a bug but usually it doesn’t last like this, so i think despite it being mild its the real deal.

tonight i was feeling a little better so i made myself a proper dinner. Probably shouldn’t have been pasta lol and I totally TOTALLY overdid it. I felt so swollen, and the water i drank felt cold and awful in my stomach. It was like the pasta just swelled up in my belly and took up all the space that wasn’t already occupied by acid or gas. I ended up getting into bed, to try to let my stomach settle. In retrospect i probably should’ve been in front of the toilet the second i started burping... i just let them up easy into my mouth, thinking it was just more of the same gas id been having for the last few days. But as i opened my throat and tensed my tummy a little to coax up another burp, my belly let loose and an intense surge of hot vomit filled my mouth. I sat right up and Thank god i had only eaten like fifteen minutes before because the if the taste was any worse i wouldn’t have been able to swallow it down tbh. I did and it was literally awful feeling it go back into my bubbling gut.

I grabbed my trashcan from under my desk and sat on my bed with it right under my open mouth, still filled with chunks and stringy saliva that i let run out and down my chin. The surge i had swallowed felt stuck in my throat, like it literally couldn’t go back down to my belly, and the nausea i was feeling was so intense my vision was going funny. With no warning, i burped up the stream i had swallowed into the bag of the trashcan, it came up so easy i hardly even gagged i don’t think. Chunks got stuck on my throat that triggered another heave and subsequent HUGE stream of food i hadn’t had time to digest. My tummy was sloshing and contracting under me with my mouth open, panting and trailing drool and vomit into the bin. I think i got up most of my dinner in those two heaves, because despite gagging every time i swallowed and sickly burping into the bin, nothing more came up except a few watery mouthfuls of acid.

Lying here now, still feeling really full but at least my dinner isnt surging into my throat anymore. Keeping my bin by my bed overnight because lord know what my stomach is going to do later…