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Date Night

We’ve been waiting for date night for two weeks now. The anticipation has been eating away at you excitedly, you giddily getting ready for our fancy dinner and movie in the bathroom mirror. As you’re putting the final touches on your lipstick, your tummy growls. Low, and kind of quiet, but a growl nonetheless. You ignore it. It growls again, liquidy this time. Like something’s upsetting it. You chalk it up to nervous jitters, and we head on our way.

The car ride has gone from flirty and cute to quiet and still. The bumps in the road are starting to make you question if your tummy is just nervous. It bubbles uneasily at the bends and turns in the city. You stifle a burp behind your gorgeous, rosy lips, carful not to smudge your lip stick. Your belly has the slightest bloat in your dress, gurgling incessantly. You place a hand on it and give it gentle rubs until we get to our destination.

We’ve arrived at dinner. After sipping at some water and picking at the complimentary bread, you finally feel it. The nervous grumblings of your tummy have become queasy, bubbly rumbles of sickness. Your heart sinks. Date night is gonna be a disaster, all because your tummy refuses to be calm. Or…is it? You know of my kink, and you decide to indulge in it. Why not? This will end up messy anyway.

You stroke my thigh under the table, looking at me with those mesmerizing eyes I’ve learned to adore. “Baby….” You start, whiny and low. “My tummy doesn’t feel good.” You make a show of it, you burp wetly and pretend that swallowing is hard. “I don’t think eating will be a good idea…” you say, with a devilish smirk. I’m going insane. I immediately pick up on what you’re trying to do. “You’re probably just hungry, baby.” I say as I begin to feel warm. “I’ll make sure you’re well fed!” I watch you smile sultrily at me, tummy swelling with sickness and churning up a storm. I order appetizers and drinks, greasy foods that won’t pair well with the bubbly water and rich wines I’m ordering for you. When the waiter comes around to order dinner, I ease my hand under your skirt and watch you struggle to order, your tummy trying to rebel as you open your mouth to form words, audible churns and wet burps betraying you. In between your thighs, you’re flooding.

Dinner arrives. Your belly lurches and churns at the sight of it; quivering as the scent enters your nose. I quickly take up the fork, eagerly feeding you every last bite of your rich, savory entree. I’m watching as your tummy swells, bubbling with a maelstrom of nausea that neither of us are sure of how long you can contain it. In between bites, you pull me close to kiss my cheek, and make sure to whimper or let loose a nauseous burp directly in my ear, your stomach quickly losing the battle against the huge glut of food I stuffed into your sickly belly. You love to tell me how bad it feels, the churning, the sick sloshes. You even poke your tummy out to tease me, saying “Just listen to how sick it sounds!” The check comes, and as we wait, your complexion pales. You’re tinged lightly green, your tummy is packed and swirling, you’re so turned on your vision is swimming. Where’s that waiter? Your tummy just let loose a warning gurgle. You don’t have long, you don’t have long at all.

I pay, and judging from your complexion, I take your hand and whisk you away to the nearest private bathroom in the back of the restaurant. We lock the door behind us, and immediately embrace in passion. We make out as your mouth waters, getting sticky and wet with nausea. Your tummy grumbles and squirms, prompting a wet burp to erupt against my lips as we kiss. You kneel in front of the toilet, soaking and needy. I know what you want, and you know what I want. Burps are turning into gags, and gags are causing your cheeks to puff as your wine is splashing the back of your tongue with every convulsion of your belly. It’s time. A wet burp. A gag. A cough. A loud burp. Then a splash. I lift your dress as you kneel in front of the toilet, and let my fingers express my arousal. I feel you tighten and jerk with every heave, your body conflicted between pleasure and nausea. I tease your most sensitive parts, bringing you to orgasm just as your tummy rejects the last wave of your dinner. After you’re done, we haphazardly wash up, and race back to the car so we can go home and continue testing just how much we can indulge in our kink. :)

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when the aftercare is so good it makes you horny again >>>

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do you get sick often?

Hey anon!

No, not really. This is the most I’ve been sick probably in my adult life 😂 I may get a little queasy here and there, but I’m usually the caretaker, not the sickie.

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i hope you get sick again…

maybe a stomach bug? or the norovirus? maybe accidentally eating some expired food..

i’d love to be there for you…just rubbing your back softly as you gag and burp..❤️

Hmm…all of these would be a very hot scenario, Anon, and I’d really need the back rubs. But don’t forget my belly too. 😉

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Ahhh, you have such an adorable voice! All your little moans and whines drive me absolutely wild. I hope you don’t mind if a girl’s a bit of a bully haha. Y’know, it’d be a real shame if I cooked you up something while you’re already feeling sick~

Oh, but you’d have to eat it, wouldn’t you? Every last bite, till the plate’s clean. And maybe dessert afterwards, if I’m feeling really mean. But you’re in luck, I’d rub your tummy all night if you begged me nice ❤️ and you can bring it all up while you sit on my lap~

A little bit on the meaner side, huh Anon? I’m down with it. I’ll eat whatever you give me, so long as you don’t mind me burping and gagging sickly as I force it down. 😉

If you stuff me and I’m already sick, I’m 100% gonna need those belly rubs until I burp it all up. Lucky for me, I’ll have you there to comfort me. Maybe even stuff me again. 🤤

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Imagine it… Wifey encoded.

We go out on a date and get food poisoning (just like you getting food poisoning recently). We lay down early and snuggle while we rub each others belly. I fall asleep, exhaustion from the week catching up to me now that you have me relaxed. Suddenly, without warning, I vomit in my sleep.

Will you wake me?

Will you also vomit?

Will you wake me just to have some fun while we are both sick?

Just thoughts…..

I have more. 😂🤷🏼‍♀️

Damn Wifey, this is a good one 😍

I’d definitely wake you to have some fun before I inevitably get sick myself. How could we pass up on such an opportunity? Let’s make a mess of each other 😉

keep them coming!

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What if someone else got food poisoning with you . . .😈

You poor sweet thing I’m sorry your tum hurt, it sounded so sloshy and sickly. I would rub your belly and feel it churning under my palm, getting sicker and sicker . . .

Us sick together? Then I guess we’d be looking after one another until the nausea got too much and set us off. 🤤

I could’ve really used the help with my stomach. The churning was no fun at all

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Do you like the wifey content?

Maybe want more? I don’t want to bore you. 😂🤷🏼‍♀️

I have half a mind to start sending scenarios.

But of course! Keep it coming as long as you’d like. 😉

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Wifey back again ✌🏼

I have so many things I want to do and talk to you about. I’m a little nervous to come out of the shadows, but GOD the things I want to do. What’s on the top of your list to try with a partner?

Hm. It would probably be to encourage them to get overstuffed and full for me, then watch as they fight the intense nausea in their tummy while I take my time pleasuring them. Maybe they keep it down, maybe they won’t. :) (they won’t.)

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This is the anon from the wifey caregiver post.

The things I wouldn’t do may be a shorter list. I’m willing to experiment and have a couple fantasies that may get dirtier *literally and figuratively* than most would like/ even begin to think about.

You don’t say? Well Anon, luckily for you, I like a challenge and I surely don’t mind getting down and dirty. 😉

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God. The things I would do to/with you. Honestly, most audios of puking don’t turn me on but FUCK. Yours do. Your little breathy moans and panting. Makes me wanna sit behind you and rub your belly and whisper that your a good boy and to get it all up and your doing a good job for me.

God, if I could marry someone who sounds like you when they puke, but is 100% willing to let me comfort them and will comfort me if/when I puke, I’d be a happy woman.

🥴 Well anon, I’m really happy you enjoyed the audios. I really could’ve used to help and encouragement to be sick the way I was. Hopefully when you get married, the person will sound something similar to me. But with that being said, I’m not stranger to caregiving just as much as I’m not to being the sickie. So, don’t be shy, what *would* you do to me? 😉

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someone’s cheeks puffing up from the vomit is so sexy

Why yes, anon. Yes it absolutely is. Thanks for the ask! :)

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Idk who needs to hear this but your tummy isn’t ruining your outfits, you look hot

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Does 20+ include liking posts? Or just following and dming ect.. I adore your audios but I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable 💝 I'm not a minor but I am under 20

Anon, I’m not gonna kick you from a space for adults if you are an adult. But, with that being said, you being under 20 is in the “that’s a nah” zone for me. So, assuming this app doesn’t blow up in the near future, let’s stay out of my DM’s until your age is at least 20. Feel free to like and interact, but my attention is on adults aged 20 and above. I hope this answered your question! Thanks for the ask. :)

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Hmm would you date/hook up with a non binary afab person? (Afab stands for assigned female at birth)

Well Anon, imma be honest with you. I’m not familiar nor well versed enough with sex and gender identity to give you the most educated and respectful answer that I can. I would never discriminate, but I think it’s safe to say that’d be a no. Feel free to comment, ask, and interact with the blog regardless of gender/sex identity, as everyone is welcome. But when it comes to dating and all, prolly not. Thanks for the ask!

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Oh honey I’m sorry you were miserable:(( is your tummy feeling better now?

I feel leagues better than I did earlier. After i initially got sick, I couldn’t keep crackers or water down for a few hours after, cause eating would make me nauseous all over again. I can keep food down and basically feel normal now. Thank you for the ask anon! :)

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Weird question…are you straight or are you a lil fruity?

Lmfaoooo not a weird question at all. I’m straight. Thanks for the ask!