emetobaby

[emetobaby]

tragic.

oh im so nauseous and theres not even a cock here to puke on

[emetobaby]

Me and who.

[emetobaby]

Can confirm that as a girl it feels hotter when you’ve got nails on.

Wanna know what the BEST feeling is?? Having a wank with freshly manicured nails 🫠ugh feels amazing!!!

[emetobaby]

I need a guy to be inside of me and condescendingly whisper “Shh I know”.

[emetobaby]

Something people don’t talk about enough is how salt water makes you puke. Like imagine spending a long day at the beach, or at sea, or something similar and accidentally ingesting too much saltwater?

I’m sure it’s not actually easy to ingest enough to make you puke but the scenario is hot so shut up.

[emetobaby]

Do I look fat?

[emetobaby]

Fully convinced almost all of us got to the kink through emetphobia.

[emetobaby]

Just some of my favs<3

[emetobaby]

Is it too much to ask for someone to slide their fingers over my tongue and call me a good girl.

[emetobaby]

Just thinking about that feeling where it’s like:

“Am I going to throw up?”

“Oh yeah I’m definitely gonna puke”

“Oh shit”

*Burp*

“Oh. Nevermind”

[emetobaby]

Yep

gorgeous gorgeous girls pout and whine and whimper instead of using words

[emetobaby]

Can you imagine being on a camping trip and accidentally eating some berries you probably shouldn’t? They look so enticing, and you’re pretty sure they’re safe to eat. So of course you eat a handful. You’re hungry, and you won’t be able to eat for another hour because no one has started cooking the hotdogs yet.

It’s been a little while since you ate the berries. A few hotdogs have been eaten, you’ve had some food, but for some reason none of it seems to sit properly. Your stomach just feels off. For no reason particularly, it seems to be swirling around. Shaking it off, you decide to settle down for the night.

Only now it’s midnight and despite the temperatures dropping you are sweating. Your stomach has been filling the tent with so many little watery noises for hours now that the people you’re with are starting to get suspicious. You brush it off and decide to step outside for some fresh air.

Standing up causes your head to spin, and your stomach lurches with the dizziness. Those berries must have been bad…

[emetobaby]

Valid

when ur favorite mutual isn’t even online to see u being a whore. fucking idiot. Who am i even doing this for

[emetobaby]

Yeah basically

Anyways, I need to write more women bullying sick pathetic men (and then taking care of them).

[emetobaby]

want to put a vibrator in you with the setting on as low as it goes, knowing damn well it’s not nearly enough to get you off, and watch as you frantically grind yourself on me. to hear every pathetic whimper fall from your lips as you fuck yourself against my crotch.

please… i can’t

you’d sob and buck your hips oh so desperately. but no, watching you fall apart against me is the best part my love. we’re going to be here as long as it takes.

[emetobaby]

Pretty much my life cause that shit comes out of nowhere

thinking about sickie puking in a toilet unexpectedly

then saying

"i told you my stomach hurts"😭🤤

[emetobaby]

Fantasizing

I apologize in advance, but I’m currently inexplicably feral rn and yall just gotta deal with it.

I want her stuffed. I want her sick. Hell, I want us *both* stuffed. I want her belly to protest any and all movement, every burp she has is a warning that her lunch is close to rocketing out of her. I need to touch her. I want to feel her tightness with one hand, my other hand feeling the churn and clench of her stomach. She’s ready to erupt, but I don’t want her to yet. I want us to make out, sloppily, nastily, queasily. Her burping sickly as we kiss, it’s getting slicker and slicker due to her mouth watering from the nausea. I wanna encourage her to keep it down, as I playfully press on her belly. I want to watch her struggle between moans and gags. I’ll place her on top of me, her bloated, gurgly belly just ever so softly brushing against my own overstuffed gut. Passion, pleasure, and nausea all mixing together overwhelmingly as the motion of her being on top of me is becoming too much for that sick, overstuffed belly to handle. She burps, swallows, gags, swallows again. Finally, it’s too much to bear. She loses it, all over me. The bed, my chest, my body…covered in her oddly irresistible mess. So hot….but still nasty enough to make my own overstuffed stomach want to revolt….

would you make me join you?