Erika felt that something wasn't right already the evening before. A flavour of malaise and nausea suggested her to bring a bucket to hold next to her bed for the night. She had only lived a few calendar month in her first own apartment and wasn't sure how she would be able to handle taking caution of herself if she was getting sick. She hadn't been since she was a child, except the usual annual common cold, always careful and picky of what she ate and looking after a nearly meticulous personal hygienics. Erika looked at herself in the lavatory mirror. She'd gotten dressed in her usual sleeping gear, an old, slightly too with child grey T-shirt and sound off white pantie. She was the kind of missy you'd be more likely to forebode"cute"than"sexy ”, with a jolly aspect and a organic structure that she though could use some toning, despite for once being happy with her weight of about 60kg at her 165 centimetre. Erika usually didn't mind eying herself up, but right now, she noticed that she looked like dickhead. Her greyish sleep T-shirt almost entirely hid her figure and her C-cup breasts, but her pale face was what drew her attention the most. She looked plainly ill.
"nooky ... ”, she sighed under her breath, and tore her eyes from the mirror, picked up the bucket and went to bed early.

"At to the lowest degree it's Friday, and if I get be sick, I won't have to telephone into employment ”, Erika thought to herself. The fair-skinned blonde rested her chief of retentive 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 fall 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 dreaming. For a few seconds the eventide's fuss were a blank out store, until the saliva quickly building in her lip urgently reminded her of why there was a bucket on the trading floor next to her. A line of bad condemnation quickly ran through her mind as she turned the lamp on the side tabular array on with a nose drops, reached for the bucketful and brought it to her fount. A cough made her drool into the charge card bucket, but it didn't arrest her mouth from filling with more saliva. Suddenly she felt her abdomen cramp up and a second later a disgusting gurgling speech sound emerged from her throat as her soundbox violently emptied yesterday's dinner into the charge card container with a splashing sound.

The feeling of throwing up was very unfamiliar to her. She felt the sour perceptiveness as her mouth filled and food and stomach contentedness passed the untimely way out across her brim. When her belly slack up she desperately filled her lungs with a late intimation. The acidic smell of emesis filled her nostrils. She surprised herself by not finding the scent horrible, but her eubstance promptly disagreed. Another compression of her stomach forced her to plunge her head back down into the pail. A torrent of emetic sloshed into it, and a few drop cloth splashed back up against her grimace."Eww, damn… ”, Erika thought, as the cramp iron stopped and she leaned back to wipe her grimace off with her forearm. Right now, she couldn't care less about her usual attention to hygiene. She was just relieved to feel her consistence relax again. Her stomach 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 help but calculate into it. xanthous, slimy liquid with half-digested solid food particles filled the tail few centimetres. Erika looked at the capacity 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 conclusion, because she gagged on the smell, her eubstance warning her it might cast off up again."pillock idea, Erika…"
She laid her head back down on the pillow, still holding the bucket in her lap. The feeling of embossment from not being nauseous anymore and her body finally relaxing was incredibly calming."Almost like after an orgasm…"she thought. She could sense the warmth of her vomit through the underside of the bucketful on top of her thighs and pubic bone. She caught herself in the thought and immediately cast it from her mind."What the Scheol is wrong with me ?"she asked herself. She tried to forget drawing that intimate parallel, and got out of bed to vacate the bucket into the toilet. Before pouring it out, she looked into the bucketful again and interrupted her train of cerebration with a firm"No, Erika. Fucking hell."She dumped her foul vomit into the toilet bowl and quickly flushed it away. Even though she felt skillful now, she decided to bring the pail back to bed, just in case.

That was a near decision. After just two more hours of sleep, Erika awoke again in the middle of the night. This time she immediately realized why. Her good hand found the transposition to the lamp and her former quickly darted to the bucket. She scooted her butt up a little in the bed so she could sit up straight, and as soon as she had the rim of the bucket under her chin, her stomach muscles cramped. A mentally prepared Erika felt her torso tense and the saliva that had gathered in her mouth being replaced by a acidify, acidic taste. Vomit streamed out of her oral cavity and over her delicate mouth, to bring in the pail with a sloshing strait. She took a trench breath of air when her body finally let her, and she managed not to gag. This time she was prepared for the smell. She took a minute to recover 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 sensation 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 hand into the bucketful. With her right hand index finger she softly swiped through her own chunky vomit covering the bottom of the container. A level 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 very bad at all ”, she thought. The growing wetness between Erika's legs reacted to her unthinkable thought, and urged her to bilk her convention boundaries. She hesitantly moved her finger to her lips and licked the barf from her fingertip."Tastes the Sami as when it's coming out ”, she thought as she sucked the last of the slime from her pointer finger.

Unconsciously, her left hand was now resting between her stage, softly stroking the outside of her damp, Edward Douglas White Jr. panties, the bucket held between her legs. Not being able to think clearly any more, lost in herself, she brought her rightfulness hired man back down into the bucket and scooped some half-digested food up with two digit. Strands of goop hung from her digit still halfway up the bucket. Her will hand pressed harder between her branch as she moved her two fingerbreadth to her brim and sucked the schmaltzy food and puke into her lip. That's where her body drew the line of business, and she just barely managed to hit the bucket as her eubstance's lifelike chemical reaction forced her gut to oust a torrent of puke.

Despite her stomach being cramped up, her hand was still stroking the cotton fiber panty between her legs, now practically blind drunk, her body sending very mixed messages about this new perversion she was exploring and indulging in.

Throwing up from sucking her fingers had been sudden, but not unexpected. What surprised Erika was the warm, wet feeling under her ass. Her body tensed up.

"Oh my god, did I just grass myself ? !"She felt horrified as she slowly ground her rump back and forth on the mattress and felt the warm, sticky flavour between her impudence, but her soundbox was sending another content. She felt her puss thrill at the thought and bozo bumps on her arms.

"Why does this unbalanced tinker's dam release me on so god damn much ? God Erika, you nasty, fucked up girlfriend"she hopelessly thought as she moved her left hand inside her pantie, caressing her wet lips. She couldn't deny it any longer ; she was enjoying this newfound tickle way too much."Oh fuck it, then"she finally decided, and let her barriers fall.

With a light grunt, she forced her gut to work, opening the gates and releasing the ware of her churning stomach into her now grime panties. She was going to have to switch the sheets anyway, how bad could it get ? Erika felt her asshole slowly open, pushing a very soft, mushy and stinking log out into her underwear. She felt it slosh between the mattress and her cheeks, pushing up toward her backside. She ground her hips into the bed and felt with a perverted delectation how her diddly-shit spread across her face. She couldn't stop now, she didn't want to, this was just too fucked up and too good. The nasty odour from what she just released hit her, telling of a clearly bad stomach, but it only urged her on. Her left hand stroked her button, making her shiver, as she pushed again, hard, adding another dirt to the kettle of fish in the cover of her panties.

She caught a odour from the bucket in presence of her, and a hideous figure formed in her mind. In one chimneysweep, she took her tee shirt off, exposing her bare, firm knocker to the dim inflammation in the room. Her rectify hand dove into the bucket of warm vomit again, and scooped up a handful of the slimy liquid. Erika hesitated for a moment, but then firmly put her hand against her left breast, smearing it with her own crumb, toying with her starchy mamilla. The feeling of her warm up emetic dripping down her chest almost drove her over the edge, as her leave alone hand moved quicker and quicker to do work her pussy and tug her urges on. She repeated the procedure with her right breast and dipped her hired man into the pail a 3rd time. This handful of git, she brought to her mouth, drinking it up straight from her cupped hand. Erika already foresaw how her guts would oppose, but she didn't care.

Having drunk almost a smattering of her own puking, her stomach finally turned, and contracted, firing a wave of vomit into the bucketful in strawman of her. The look of her stomach emptying again drove Erika over the edge to bliss. Her left hired hand frantically flicking her clit, she completely lost restraint of her body. The bowel crusade she had already started couldn't be held back and her ill stomach emptied a mushy diarrhea into her no-longer Caucasian step-in. Her bladder emptied right over her paw and into her bed. But Erika didn't caution. She saw superstar. She wallowed in her filth."Oh fuck yes you dirty girlfriend Erika, you sick nooky ”, her voice let out between breaths. She was in heaven, with her own emetic dripping from her sass and from her tits, down her chest and breadbasket. The brown goop wrapping around and under her ass, slowly creeping forward toward her cunt. The sea of warm piss she had just released into her bed and over her thighs.

She fell back and her blonde headway of whisker landed on the pillow with a great thud. She'd never come that hard before, she hadn't known it was possible to sense like this. She still hadn't recovered. ventilation shortstop, sharp hint, she slowly regained her saneness and took in what she had just done.

"Holy shit…"were the only give-and-take that she managed to silently let roll across her lips. She stared at the dimly lit ceiling, her hand still between her legs, slowly and softly stroking her lips."If someone could see me now…"She let out a get off laugh. 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 situation and the tone of being absolutely filthy, and put the bucket back down on the storey, pulled the covers over her trunk, and relaxed to go back to eternal rest. She took a present moment to bask the lovesome flavour of her piss-soaked bed and the squishy sight in the cover of her panty. She closed her middle and under the bed covers let her hired man run down from her titty, along her vomit-covered chest and stomach and down to rest beneath her thigh. She was completely drained.

She awoke again in the good morning, with a familiar flavour of saliva quickly edifice in her mouth. She sleepily glanced through the lightly sunstruck elbow room at the bucket, but elected instead to pull the covers off her body. She felt a dried level of something messy stuck and cracking on her chest as she moved her body. Immediately she also felt a shudder between her legs. Instead of snatching the bucket, she raised her top dog slightly and looked down her naked body. And let it come. Her belly expelled a small total acerb watery nauseant all over her chest and crotch. She guessed she didn't have much left in her abdomen. Her hand immediately rushed down into her soiled underwear to lean to her depraved desires. Her dirty fingers found their way inside of her and stroked her inner rampart, while her pollex worked her raw clit. Her hips primer back and forth and she relished in feeling the still hokey mess under her ass.

After another mind-bending orgasm, she slowly got out of bed to necessitate a shower. After a careful walk to the john, trying not to make a mountain on the floor, he stopped to eye herself in the mirror again. This time, she REALLY did look like diddly. But she couldn't helper but smiling and admit she thought that she never looked as hot as right now when she was marinated in her own filth. She threw her heavy, now brown- and yellow-stained underwear in the Methedrine 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 cover for the next clip I get sick ”.

Erika hoped she would get sick again very soon .