Erika felt that something wasn't right already the evening before. A feeling of malaise and nausea suggested her to fetch a bucketful to keep future to her bed for the night. She had only lived a few month in her first own apartment and wasn't sure how she would be able-bodied to manage taking care of herself if she was getting sick. She hadn't been since she was a child, except the common annual frigidity, always careful and picky of what she ate and looking after a nearly punctilious personal hygiene. Erika looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She'd gotten dressed in her common sleeping geartrain, an old, slightly too large grey jersey and plain white panties. She was the form of girl you'd be more probably to visit"cute"than"sexy ”, with a moderately human face and a torso that she though could use some toning, despite for once being happy with her free weight of about 60kg at her 165 centimetres. Erika usually didn't mind eying herself up, but right now, she noticed that she looked like turd. Her grey sleeping T-shirt almost entirely hid her design and her C-cup breasts, but her pale font was what drew her attention the most. She looked plainly ill.
"Fuck ... ”, she sighed under her breath, and tore her eyes from the mirror, picked up the bucket and went to bed early.

"At least it's Friday, and if I get regorge, I won't have to call into study ”, Erika thought to herself. The fair-skinned blond rested her head of long whisker on her pillow, and decidedly ignored her churning breadbasket, hoping to herself that it would go away. It didn't take long for her to pass asleep. She hadn't noticed it herself, but she was fatigued.
A few hours into Erika's sleep, her body impolitely woke her from a pleasant dream. For a few seconds the evening's troubles were a forgotten memory, until the saliva quickly building in her lip urgently reminded her of why there was a pail on the floor side by side to her. A line of descent of bad execration quickly ran through her mind as she turned the lamp on the side table on with a savor, reached for the bucket and brought it to her face. A cough made her humbug into the charge plate bucketful, but it didn't halt her sass from filling with more spittle. Suddenly she felt her stomach muscle spasm up and a indorse later a disgusting gurgling sound emerged from her throat as her body violently emptied yesterday's dinner into the charge card container with a splashing sound.

The feel of throwing up was very unfamiliar to her. She felt the tartness taste as her mouth filled and food and abdomen content passed the wrong way out across her lips. When her belly relax she desperately filled her lungs with a deep breath. The acid smell of vomit filled her anterior naris. She surprised herself by not finding the scent horrible, but her body promptly disagreed. Another muscle contraction of her stomach forced her to plunk her forefront back down into the bucket. A deluge of vomit sloshed into it, and a few drop-off splashed back up against her face."Eww, damn… ”, Erika thought, as the cramp stopped and she leaned back to pass over her face off with her forearm. Right now, she couldn't care less about her usual attention to hygiene. She was just relieved to feel her body relax again. Her belly felt a bit sore, but she also felt extremely relieved. The nausea that had lingered over her since the evening before was washed away, ejected into the bucket sitting in her lap. She couldn't service but look into it. xanthous, slimy liquid with half-digested food atom filled the bottom few cm. Erika looked at the cognitive content with a mix of disgust and curiosity.

"So, that was inside me. ”, she thought. Surprising herself, she leaned in closer and sniffed the contents."That doesn't smell as bad as you'd think ”, she told herself, but she still immediately regretted the decision, because she gagged on the olfaction, her dead body warning her it might throw up again."Stupid idea, Erika…"
She laid her head teacher back down on the pillow, still holding the bucketful in her lap. The feeling of relief from not being nauseous anymore and her body finally relaxing was incredibly calming."Almost like after an orgasm…"she thought. She could feel the fondness of her vomit through the fanny of the pail on top of her thigh and pubic bone. She caught herself in the thought and immediately cast it from her mind."What the hell is wrong with me ?"she asked herself. She tried to draw a blank drawing that sexual parallel, and got out of bed to empty the bucket into the toilet. Before pouring it out, she looked into the bucket again and interrupted her train of thought with a business firm"No, Erika. Fucking hell."She dumped her foul vomitus into the potty trough and quickly flushed it away. Even though she felt good now, she decided to take the bucket back to bed, just in case.

That was a good decision. After just two more minute of slumber, Erika awoke again in the middle of the Nox. This sentence she immediately realized why. Her right hired man found the switch to the lamp and her other quickly darted to the pail. She scooted her butt against up a little in the bed so she could sit up straight, and as soon as she had the rim of the pail under her chin, her tum brawniness cramped. A mentally fain Erika felt her trunk tense and the saliva that had gathered in her mouth being replaced by a sour, acidic taste. barf streamed out of her mouth and over her touchy lips, to shoot down in the bucket with a sloshing sound. She took a deep breath of air when her soundbox finally let her, and she managed not to gag. This time she was prepared for the sense of smell. She took a minute to recoup and stared into the bucket.

What was wrong with her ? Was she… excited ? She felt ashamed of herself for it, but she couldn't ignore the tingling touch in her body, the embarrassingly growing dampness between her legs."You're fucking disgusting ”, she thought to herself. Still, her breathing was growing faster as she contemplated something unthinkable."No, Erika, don't you dare be that sick… ”, but she ignored her own advice and moved her hired hand into the pail. With her right index finger she softly swiped through her own chunky emesis covering the bottom of the container. A stratum of slime covered her finger, and she could feel her heartbeat pacing faster as she moved it up under her nose, and smelled it."It doesn't actually smell out very bad at all ”, she thought. The growing wetness between Erika's legs reacted to her unthinkable cerebration, and urged her to scotch her normal limit. She hesitantly moved her fingerbreadth to her sass and licked the vomit from her fingertip."Tastes the like as when it's coming out ”, she thought as she sucked the last of the gunk from her pointer finger.

Unconsciously, her forget script was now resting between her leg, softly stroking the exterior of her dampness, white panties, the bucketful held between her legs. Not being able to guess clearly any Sir Thomas More, lost in herself, she brought her right hand hired hand back down into the bucket and scooped some half-digested food up with two finger. strand of slime hung from her fingers still halfway up the pail. Her left hand pressed harder between her leg as she moved her two fingers to her lips and sucked the schmaltzy food and crumb into her oral cavity. That's where her body drew the line of credit, and she just barely managed to hit the bucket as her consistency's natural reaction forced her gut to expel a torrent of puke.

Despite her belly being cramped up, her hand was still stroking the cotton panties between her legs, now practically soaked, her body sending very meld substance about this new sexual perversion she was exploring and indulging in.

Throwing up from sucking her finger's breadth had been sudden, but not unexpected. What surprised Erika was the warm, wet feeling under her ass. Her soundbox tensed up.

"Oh my god, did I just rat myself ? !"She felt horrified as she slowly ground her buttocks back and forth on the mattress and felt the warm, sticky feel between her impertinence, but her consistency was sending another substance. She felt her kitty-cat tingle at the thought and goof jut on her arms.

"Why does this sick crap turn me on so god damn much ? God Erika, you nasty, fucked up missy"she hopelessly thought as she moved her left hand inside her panties, caressing her wet back talk. She couldn't deny it any longer ; she was enjoying this newfound exalt way too much."Oh nookie it, then"she finally decided, and let her roadblock fall.

With a Inner Light grunt, she forced her bowels to work, opening the William Henry Gates and releasing the product of her churning stomach into her now colly panty. She was going to induce to change the sheets anyway, how bad could it get ? Erika felt her asshole slowly afford, pushing a very flabby, mushy and stinking log out into her underwear. She felt it splash between the mattress and her cheek, pushing up toward her backside. She ground her hips into the bed and felt with a perverted joy how her tinker's dam cattle farm across her cheeks. She couldn't layover now, she didn't want to, this was just too fucked up and too in force. The nasty smell from what she just released hit her, telling of a clearly bad belly, but it only urged her on. Her left hand stroked her clit, making her shudder, as she pushed again, hard, adding another turd to the quite a little in the book binding of her panties.

She caught a scent from the bucketful in front of her, and a abhorrent look-alike formed in her mind. In one end run, she took her tee shirt off, exposing her bare, house breasts to the dim lighting in the room. Her rightfield hired hand plunk into the bucket of quick vomit again, and scooped up a smattering of the slimy liquid. Erika hesitated for a mo, but then firmly put her deal against her left titty, smearing it with her own dirty dog, toying with her stiff tit. The touch sensation of her affectionate puking dripping down her chest almost drove her over the sharpness, as her left field handwriting moved quicker and quicker to work her pussy and drive her itch on. She repeated the operation with her right breast and dipped her hired hand into the bucket a third time. This handful of puke, she brought to her sassing, drinking it up straight from her cupped paw. Erika already foresaw how her bowel would oppose, but she didn't care.

Having drunk almost a fistful of her own vomit, her breadbasket finally turned, and contracted, firing a wave of puking into the bucketful in front of her. The feeling of her stomach emptying again drove Erika over the edge to bliss. Her left hand frantically flicking her clit, she completely lost dominance of her body. The gut cause she had already started couldn't be held back and her ill venter emptied a mushy diarrhea into her no-longer albumen pantie. Her bladder emptied right over her manus and into her bed. But Erika didn't fear. She saw hotshot. She wallowed in her filth."Oh fuck yes you dirty girlfriend Erika, you sick fuck ”, her phonation let out between hint. She was in heaven, with her own vomitive dripping from her lips and from her tits, down her chest and stomach. The brown ooze wrapping around and under her ass, slowly creeping forward toward her slit. The sea of warm piss she had just released into her bed and over her thighs.

She fell back and her blonde header of hair's-breadth landed on the pillow with a heavy clump. She'd never come that heavy before, she hadn't known it was possible to feel like this. She still hadn't recovered. Breathing short, sharp breathing time, she slowly regained her sanity and took in what she had just done.

"Holy shit…"were the solitary word of honor that she managed to silently let gyre across her lips. She stared at the dimly lit cap, her hand still between her ramification, slowly and softly stroking her lips."If somebody could see me now…"She let out a light gag. She had found something new, something forbidden. Something that went against what she had always thought about herself, and something she most definitely intended to explore more thoroughly.

Erika decided she wasn't done enjoying her current place and the feeling of being utterly filthy, and put the bucket back down on the floor, pulled the covers over her body, and relaxed to go back to sleep. She took a moment to savor the ardent touch sensation of her piss-soaked bed and the spongy people in the back of her panties. She closed her eyes and under the bed covers let her hands run down from her chest, along her vomit-covered chest and tum and down to breathe beneath her thighs. She was completely drained.

She awoke again in the morning, with a companion feeling of saliva quickly building in her rima oris. She sleepily glanced through the lightly sunstruck way at the bucket, but elected instead to pull the covers off her dead body. She felt a dried level of something messy stuck and cracking on her chest as she moved her torso. Immediately she also felt a shudder between her stage. Instead of snatching the bucket, she raised her fountainhead slightly and looked down her naked body. And let it come. Her belly expelled a small amount acrid watery vomit all over her thorax and privates. She guessed she didn't have very much left in her breadbasket. Her hand immediately rushed down into her grime underwear to tend to her depraved desires. Her grime fingers found their way inside of her and stroked her inner walls, while her thumb worked her tender clit. Her hips priming coat back and forth and she relished in feeling the still sodden mess under her ass.

After another mind-blowing coming, she slowly got out of bed to get a shower bath. After a careful walk to the toilet, trying not to fix a mess on the floor, he stopped to eye herself in the mirror again. This metre, she REALLY did bet like tinker's dam. But she couldn't assist but smile and admit she thought that she never looked as hot as right now when she was marinated in her own filth. She threw her laborious, now brown- and yellow-stained underwear in the folderol and stepped into the shower."I wonder how I'm going to clean that bed ?"She thought."I think I'll need a new mattress. And maybe a plastic masking for the next metre I get cat ”.

Erika hoped she would get vomit up again very soon .