#puke

[outootome]

Puking alone💔💔 vs with friends ☺☺

Idea is from this💀

[queenpink27]

Well I got a little pukey, I was really loud in this one!

[emeto-queen]

Got some Mac and cheese bites and a soft pretzel along with some hard seltzer and it did not sit well in my tummy at all. It had me gagging over the toilet for a while until just a tiny bit of help got a lot of it up. This was my first time video recording so go easy on me 🥺 I will try to get better at it!

[tummieaching]

Oohh...I've been nursing this tummyache all night I couldn't sleep ♡ It finally came up and it felt so good...it was so thick, but my tummy still feels a little full...

[uremetomommy]

After stuffing myself with a little too much heavy, greasy foods, my belly felt like I could explode. But, I remembered you guys in that moment and decided I should chug some soda along with my already gurgly tummy. My tummy has been recovering from a 24 hour bug, so messing with it probably wasn’t a smart choice but I digress.

I barely got any soda in me before a burp brought a big torrent of almost projectile vomit all over my hand that was rubbing my sick tummy. I didn’t record this unfortunately. I ran to the sink, burping along the way, and washed my hand thinking it might be over. I was wrong. I should’ve known I was wrong because I could feel the remaining food sloshing about in my tummy. I burped a couple times over the sink (its a steel sink and sounds weird when liquid hits it, so it echoed back at me). My tummy pressed against the edge of the sink and I gagged, burped, and coughed up the remainders of my mistakes.

Afterward I was left with a rumbly, queasy belly that didn’t stop causing burps even hours after I had puked. :)

[i-think-im-gunna]

Here's the video from a while back that I mentioned. It just kept happening and I could hardly breath in-between vomiting. It just wouldn't stop.

[outootome]

i think the most romantic thing someone could do for me is stick their fingers down my throat and make me puke all over myself

[queenpink27]

I really love it when someone is talking but you know there pukey and they start to say they might vomit and uncontrollably u hear the chunky burp and splash of vomit and then the inhale for air for it to turn into a sick burp and vomit follows that burp watching the vomit splash onto the floor. Ugh I love that sm.

[emeto-queen]

I was feeling really bloated and pukey so I decided to help it along and thought I’d record for the first time. What does everyone think? Go easy on me it’s my first time and I’m kinda shy 🥺

[boke-chan]

indigo puke

[strangiesart]

[Choke]

[uremetomommy]

I need more fat men who have round, nauseous tummies after a stuffing. I have a few videos on youtube that I’m rewatching through, and I genuinely need this genre to exist more.

Here’s a link to a youtube playlist I made of all of my favourite overstuffed nausea/vomit videos. Let me know if you have any recommendations.

[sanesicksins]

ate ice cream and drank water 😛 i can never drink more than half a gallon at once before i feel it lol also idk how some people can vomit so much, i always struggle 😩 anyway also here’s a pic, hope to do more art soon 🫡

[roxygen22]

Timothee with a nasty stomach bug that had been going around and being super cuddly and clingy cuz he feels so sick. 🤒 plz ❤️

Bug

>>>puke warning<<<

You and Timothée had been dating for a couple of months the first time he visited your apartment. The two of you were going to watch a movie on your new TV - a gift to yourself after a promotion at work. It was shaping up to be the perfect casual date night until you felt him start to squirm on the couch beside you about an hour into the film.

At first, you thought he was just trying to reposition to get comfortable, but the shifting continued, and he let out a barely audible whimper. You picked up the remote and paused the show so you could look at him. You noticed he was much paler than when he walked through your door earlier.

"Are you ok?" you asked worriedly.

Timothée's face scrunched in discomfort as he removed his arm from its perch around your shoulders and leaned forward, nervously rubbing the palms of his hands on his knees. "My stomach is bothering me. Not sure why."

"Oh no. Can I get you anything? I have some Sprite and crackers."

"Maybe just some Sprite."

You untucked your leg and stood to fetch a glass of clear soda. He accepted it graciously but sipped cautiously.

"Thank you. I'll be ok. Let's keep going with the movie."

You nodded in agreement and pressed play, reclaiming your spot next to him. You were careful not to cuddle too closely, afraid that your body heat may worsen his nausea. About 15 minutes later, Timothée suddenly jumped off the couch and ran to the bathroom, followed by the sound of violent retching.

You padded over quietly. The door didn't latch behind him, so you knocked gently and pushed it open slightly.

"Are you alright?" you called out.

You heard him spit, then groan pitifully. "Oh, God. Please don't come in. Th-this is embarrassing."

"You know I'm a pediatric nurse, right? I get puked on for a living," you replied, unfazed.

He chuckled weakly. "Fair enough."

"So can I come into my own bathroom?" you teased in an effort to lighten the mood. He simply nodded, letting his head hang over the toilet. You knelt beside him to rub soothing circles on his back. You felt him tense as a queasy burp worked its way up from his belly.

"Any clue what may be causing this? Did any food seem off today?" you inquired.

He paused to think, then shook his head. "No, I don't think so. Maybe just a bug."

An idea occurred to you when you noticed how his now unruly curls fell into his face as he leaned forward. You stood and grabbed one of your headbands to pull it back.

"Thank you," Timothée all but whispered, resting his head on his forearm as he sat back against the wall. The peace only lasted a few moments before he was back on his knees and leaning over the toilet again. A long string of spit dripped from his mouth as his body prepared for another bout of vomiting.

"Just let it out. It'll help you feel better." You reassuringly rested your hand on his shoulder blade as he heaved repeatedly until finally emptying his stomach.

After spitting several times to clear his mouth, he sat back and looked at you. "I think it's over now." He cleared his throat. "Sorry about that."

"You don't need to apologize for something you have no control over, babe." You half-smiled kindly and ran a hand through his curls. "Why don't you stay here tonight and get some rest?"

Timothée paled again. "I- I don't know. I mean, I want to, and I was hoping to before...this...but I don't want our first time staying together overnight to be like this."

"Nonsense. For one, you don't need to drive home if you aren't feeling well. Second, there's no need to suffer alone. Here." You handed him a spare toothbrush. "When you have enough energy to stand, brush your teeth and we'll just pick up where we left off."

You stood and left the bathroom to give Timothée a moment of privacy. You heard the water run and the door open. This time, you were seated in a position to hold him instead of the other way around.

"I'm the big spoon this time," you announced defiantly and flashed a smirk.

"I yield," he replied with hands up in surrender, leaning back against your chest as he sat down on the couch. "Thank you for, uh, taking care of me." You responded simply with just a kiss on the crown of his head and unpaused the movie. Not even 10 minutes later, you heard soft snoring.

You buried your nose into his hair and whispered, "I wish I could tell you to your face that I would gladly take care of you for the rest of my days."

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