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[w33dk1ller]

I was sick recently, and my throat was so sore that I couldn't even swallow. so of course, i hadn't been eating. A few days in, my throat was finally feeling better, but i was feeling too nauseous to eat. like the idiot i am, i decided to try to eat anyway because i thought, "Hmm, maybe this will help settle my stomach." The first bite of toast went okay. I almost threw up, but i didn't. So i waited like 20 minutes before i tried another bite. I tried to breathe through it, but I should have immediately gone to the bathroom. I didn't really make it in time. I only got half of it in the toilet. It hit the toilet seat and splashed all over my legs and the floor. thank god it was just water and a little bit of toast. It was a lot less disgusting to clean up than it would have been otherwise

i was also at work during all of this (i work from home) so i was actively gagging while i was trying to do work lol. it was off and on for like two hours. i had an empty Taco Bell soda cup on my desk just in case

[w33dk1ller]

Food poisoning 🤢 this is one of my faves so I thought I’d post it here

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Missing my girlfriend (!) = inspiration for Soft Emeto.  Please consider…

Cuddling on the couch, one of you not feeling so well.  Tender kisses on temples, fingers intertwined

Standing in the kitchen, awaiting the teapot whistle.  Holding each other, her unsettled stomach grumbling in the quiet, the swell of it against your palm.  Wondering if tea will help, or just make it worse

Walking in the park, she touches her stomach.  Eye contact, that look.  Both of you a little worried, a little warm

Nighttime, too late.  She can’t sleep.  Nauseous, maybe a bit feverish.  Bloated, crouching near the toilet, waiting, waiting.  Rubbing her back and holding her hand.  Sick burps, sympathy

Snuggled in bed, rubbing each other’s tummies.  One of you awfully bloated and hurting, the other trying to distract, soothe.  Foreheads together, stealing kisses between moans

Saturday sun, but she’s too quiet, too pale.  Holding her hand on a bench.  Noticing oh, oh darling, your stomach– a bathroom, unbuttoned pants, productive burps.  Comfort.  Gentle kisses, afternoon in

On the couch again, too much food.  Stuffed groans, playful looks.  Kissing her cheek, her mouth, her neck.  Arousal adding to bellyaches, an evening of whining, hiccuping, mutual caretaking

The world needs more wlw (soft) emeto 🖤

[w33dk1ller]

always fantasizing about getting sick but it's nowhere near as fun as I want it to be when I'm actually sitting in the bathroom for hours waiting to throw up

[w33dk1ller]

Last night when I was perusing tumblr I was a little surprised when I came across some emeto audios (I'm new here, lol). As it turns out, I had this saved recording of myself throwing up from a few months ago when I had a bout of the flu. I recorded it just for me to go back and listen to, never with the intention of anyone else hearing it. I thought I was totally weird for recording it.

Coming across those audios last night made me feel less alone. Clearly other people have recorded themselves getting ill too. I'm glad we can be weird together 😅 and I've decided to post mine (it took me a hot minute to figure out how)!

For context, I live by myself and pretty far from family, so I was on my own. I had been running a decently high fever the past two days and fighting some chest congestion. The stomach stuff started the morning of this recording: just really bad nausea and cramping. At the time of this audio, I was freezing and too weak to move to the toilet so what you hear is me leaning over the edge of my bed to throw up into a rubbish bin.

The first part of this audio is me trying to swallow down the nausea while excess saliva dripped into the bin (it's the worst feeling - when you can't stop salivating and you just know you're done for). The nausea ultimately crests around the 1:30 mark. Unfortunately, I'm coughing a lot when I start throwing up, so apologies if that masks the sound of the puke a little bit. I'm also breathing really heavy throughout the whole thing which is probably a little annoying. Some of the audios I listened to last night had such quiet and dainty pukers - I can't relate! 😂

[w33dk1ller]

Edited now that I’m feeling better: Woke up with a hangover I deserved from having so many pints last night.

I was in bed, woke up early with the fear and started scrolling and trying to ignore the queasy feeling growing in my stomach. But, every smell and sound was soo intense, someone outside was mowing the lawn and the scent of freshly cut grass even turned my stomach.

I had the TV on too, and zoned out while I wrapped myself around a pillow. I could feel the pressure building in my stomach, bringing up whatever was left of pints and wine (why did I mix drinks? why did I smoke so much?). I had just hit record to complain about my queasy belly when my mouth started to water, and a sour taste overwhelmed me.

I pulled the bag open as quickly as I could, struggling with my gags getting more and more productive. The first time I gagged for real, a tiny, spitty gush of vomit landed on my arm as I tried to get the bag under my mouth in time (that little “oh”).

After the first gag, it started to come up more easily. I was half- sat up in bed, pillow still bunched between my legs, so it took some effort to get everything up from that position…. But it felt really good to ride the pillow while I brought up little hot mouthfuls of sick. I knew I wasn’t done yet, but I needed a break. I laid there and drifted into a weird fitful nap still holding the bag.

[w33dk1ller]

okay, but...

picture this: you're hanging out with your crush. you're friends, getting closer and closer by the day, spending a lot more time together. you're at a point in the friendship where you generally feel very comfortable around them, but you haven't necessarily been vulnerable.

you're in their car, driving somewhere--the park, a coffee shop, a bookstore; it doesn't matter--and it's just the two of you. you're in the passenger seat, of course, because it would be a little odd for your crush to drive while you just sat in the back. plus, as all your friends are well aware, you are incredibly susceptible to carsickness, or motion sickness of any kind.

it's been a good day, if a little... off. you tried for breakfast earlier, something small--a banana with some peanut butter, maybe--but it left you feeling strangely full and vaguely queasy. when lunch rolled around, you'd decided to eat something even though you weren't very hungry, just a small salad with some chicken tenders. but that didn't settle well, either. you'd returned to your dorm feeling somewhat dejected and much more nauseous than earlier, and had spent an hour or so laying with a heating pad in bed, doomscrolling on social media. and now you're here, in the car with your crush. and with each minute that passes by, you feel worse and worse.

~graphic depictions of nausea/vomiting under the cut!~

"are you okay?" your crush asks, startling you from your thoughts. you realize you have a hand on your belly, resting firmly against the upper part where you still feel so full and gross. you have half a mind to be embarrassed of it, but your tummy is so tight and bloated, and it's starting to hurt, so you don't bother moving your hand. your stomach has been burbling steadily for the past few minutes, the movement of the car and start-and-stop of traffic only making your nausea worse. god, you really hope you don't throw up.

"no, yeah, i'm good!" you say, trying to sound as convincing as possible. but your crush turns their head, looks you straight in the face for a second before looking you up and down. you don't miss the way their gaze lingers a little on your hand, still protectively resting on your middle.

"are you sure?" they press. they keep glancing back and forth from you to the traffic ahead as things finally start moving again. "we don't have to go, if you don't want to." and then you're both lurching forward in your seats as they slam on the breaks to keep from rear-ending the car that just cut you off.

"shit, sorry," your crush is saying, but you barely register it. the basic laws of physics have officially fucked you over, and the force of your body against the seatbelt has sent the heaviness in your upper belly up to your chest. you swallow convulsively, breaking out in a cold sweat before flashing burning-hot. your legs are shaking, and a phantom finger is pressing relentlessly against the underside of your chin. the saliva pooling in your mouth has a faint bitterness to it.

"are you--?" your crush doesn't even finish the question. "fuck, hold on, um--" you'd almost forgotten where you are. quickly, they twist in their seat, rooting around in the back footwell for something. "i think i've got a bag, just hold on--" a sharp hiccup surprises you, followed closely by a tiny burp. your throat feels tight, swollen, somehow, and your belly jumps with a sudden gag.

there's a rustling sound, incredibly loud in the confines of the car, and then a plastic grocery bag is being thrust at you. "here, here, here," your crush rushes, holding the bag in front of your face. "i'm sorry, i'd pull over, but--" you gag again. your arms have started shaking, too, and you feel frozen. there's no way this is happening. there's no fucking way you're about to puke in your crush's car, in front of them. in front of them. tears prickle unwittingly at your eyes, humiliating you further. you must be coming off as such a fucking baby.

"just--here--" your hands are being guided to hold the handles of the bag. your palms are slick with sweat, and the bag trembles in your grasp. you suck in a panicked breath that comes out as a whimper. your stomach is rolling violently, so bad that your vision is almost swimming. you can't tell if the car is moving again or not as you keep taking in hiccuping breaths, choking down the hot nausea on the back of your tongue.

"'m sorry," you manage, voice thick around the strain of your impending sickness. "i didn't--'m so sorry." and then your back curls with a deep retch that comes from the pit of your stomach, and you can't breathe around the thickness rising in your throat, making you gag again. "oh, g--"

and then you're spitting a mouthful of foamy sick into the bag, throat spasming around another heave. your crush is swearing from the driver's seat, but you can't make out the words over the next retch. a heavy torrent of vomit splatters into the bag, almost dragging it out of your weak fingers. it's thick and chunky and burning hot, and you can still feel some of it stuck up against the backs of your teeth, under your tongue. your disgust mingles with the now all-encompassing nausea and you retch so hard, your muscles cramp. there's more coming, you know there is, you can feel it, but it won't budge, stuck below your sternum as a hard lump you can feel with your hand. you don't think you've digested anything you've eaten in the last 24 hours. fuck, it hurts.

"okay, it's okay..." suddenly, there's a hand on your back. you startle, choking on the copious amount of spit in your mouth, leaving you coughing and choking over the grocery bag. there's some awkward maneuvering, and then your seatbelt has been undone, your crush quickly situating you so that it's out of your way. you only feel marginally better without it. you want to hold your tummy, rub it up and down in some pitiful attempt to comfort yourself. but the flimsy grocery bag is already sagging something awful in your hands, and you're afraid that if you let go of one side it'll spill everywhere.

"is... are--are you done?" your crush asks haltingly. their hand on your back is hesitant but immensely comforting, and you find yourself leaning back into it. your nose is running and your belly is really hurting, and you don't think you're done throwing up for the day. but for the moment, you don't feel anything else threatening to come up, so you sniffle and bring the handles of the bag together to tie it shut.

"yeah," you mumble, voice hoarse. you don't even know what to say. you feel terrible, both physically and mentally. you can't believe that just fucking happened. how did you let that fucking happen?

your crush starts rubbing your back, just a little, these tiny circles between your shoulder blades, and you deflate. "you just wanna go back home?" they ask, and you nod, staring at the floor, holding the soiled grocery bag awkwardly in front of you. worst saturday ever.

[w33dk1ller]

story time if you like - currently fighting through stomach bug :(

my boyfriend was sick before me, he called me super early in the morning and asked for a bag because he was gonna be sick while using the toilet. he puked a couple times and i laid in bed with him until i had work. the next day, i was hanging out with my friend. we had just eaten lunch, and all the sudden i started to feel super shaky and dizzy w hot flashes. my lower stomach started snarling and churning rly loudly. i tried to ignore it but i was worried i was gonna lose it and had to run to the bathroom where i choked up a bit of the lunch. i had just eaten a bagel so it was tough to get it up. i texted my friend to go home and curled up in bed with my boyfriend who still wasn't feeling well. I was sick two or more times that day and had a fever. my boyfriend puked again that night.

Yesterday I felt better, but a few hours after I ate some pho i felt REALLY ill. I don't remember the last time I felt that nauseous. I was miserable trying not to be sick, burping really loudly, and when I finally ran to the bathroom to puke it was really violent. I tried to go back to the bed but barely got to sit down before I was puking again. The next time I started to fall asleep and then had to run back into the bathroom. My stomach really hurt as I went to bed.

Unfortunately, I had to go in to work today on not much sleep. I feel better than last night but not 100%, I'm queasy and my belly feels full. Fingers crossed I make it through the day without incident and we both get this out of our systems soon!

Thank you for the story!!!

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share your crying sickie experiences w me 🥺

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Throwing up (mostly water) off the side of my bed.

I have some sort of norovirus for sure. I’ve been in and out of the bathroom all day and my stomach is feeling like curdled milk 🤢

I’ve been drinking water all day to try to keep hydrated, but I think I was maybe drinking it too fast for my stomach to handle because it all came up at once.

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hey y'all, I probably won't be posting/reblogging much, just using this account to look at emeto shit.