Erika felt that something wasn't right already the even before. A feeling of malaise and nausea suggested her to wreak a bucket to retain next to her bed for the nighttime. She had only lived a few months in her first own apartment and wasn't indisputable how she would be able to handle taking maintenance of herself if she was getting sick. She hadn't been since she was a child, except the usual 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 gear, an old, slightly too expectant grey T-shirt and plain white panty. She was the variety of girl you'd be more likely to name"cute"than"sexy ”, with a moderately face and a body that she though could use some toning, despite for once being glad with her exercising 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 shit. Her gray-headed sleeping T-shirt almost entirely hid her shape and her C-cup breasts, but her pallid face was what drew her attention the most. She looked plainly ill.
"ass ... ”, 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 chuck, I won't have to call into oeuvre ”, Erika thought to herself. The fair-skinned blond rested her headspring of long hair's-breadth on her pillow, and decidedly ignored her churning tummy, hoping to herself that it would go away. It didn't take long for her to go down 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 even's hassle were a forgotten computer memory, until the spit quickly construction in her mouth urgently reminded her of why there was a bucketful on the floor next to her. A melodic line of bad expletive quickly ran through her mind as she turned the lamp on the side table on with a smacking, reached for the pail and brought it to her brass. A coughing made her drool into the plastic bucket, but it didn't break off her mouth from filling with more saliva. Suddenly she felt her stomach spasm up and a second later a disgusting gurgling sound emerged from her throat as her body violently emptied yesterday's dinner into the charge plate container with a splashing sound.

The feeling of throwing up was very unfamiliar to her. She felt the sullen taste as her oral fissure filled and solid food and stomach content passed the wrong way out across her mouth. When her belly slow down she desperately filled her lungs with a recondite breath. The acidic smell of barf filled her nostrils. She surprised herself by not finding the scent atrocious, but her body promptly disagreed. Another muscular contraction of her belly forced her to dive her top dog back down into the bucket. A torrent of vomit sloshed into it, and a few drops splashed back up against her cheek."Eww, damn… ”, Erika thought, as the cramp stopped and she leaned back to wipe her face off with her forearm. Right now, she couldn't care less about her usual aid to hygiene. She was just relieved to feel her dead body relax again. Her stomach felt a bit sore, but she also felt extremely relieved. The nausea that had lingered over her since the even before was washed away, ejected into the bucket sitting in her lap. She couldn't help but reckon into it. Yellowish, wretched liquid with half-digested food speck filled the freighter few centimetres. Erika looked at the contents with a mix of disgust and curiosity.

"So, that was inside me. ”, she thought. Surprising herself, she leaned in finisher and sniffed the contentedness."That doesn't smell as bad as you'd think ”, she told herself, but she still immediately regretted the decisiveness, because she gagged on the smell, her dead body warning her it might discombobulate up again."dolt idea, Erika…"
She laid her pass back down on the pillow, still holding the bucket in her lap. The feeling of rest period from not being nauseous anymore and her torso finally relaxing was incredibly calming."Almost like after an orgasm…"she thought. She could feel the warmheartedness of her emesis through the bottom of the bucket on top of her thigh and pubic bone. She caught herself in the thought and immediately cast it from her nous."What the hellhole is wrong with me ?"she asked herself. She tried to forget drawing that intimate parallel, and got out of bed to empty the pail into the toilet. Before pouring it out, she looked into the bucket again and interrupted her train of mentation with a firm"No, Erika. Fucking hell."She dumped her ill-scented regurgitation into the toilet arena and quickly flushed it away. Even though she felt good now, she decided to take the bucketful back to bed, just in case.

That was a good decision. After just two more hours of sleep, Erika awoke again in the middle of the nighttime. This clip she immediately realized why. Her right hand found the switch to the lamp and her early quickly darted to the bucket. She scooted her border 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 mentum, her tum brawniness cramped. A mentally develop Erika felt her trunk tense and the saliva that had gathered in her backtalk being replaced by a acidity, acid taste. Vomit streamed out of her sassing and over her frail back talk, to put down in the bucketful with a sloshing sound. She took a trench breath of air when her body finally let her, and she managed not to gag. This metre she was prepared for the smell. She took a min to recuperate and stared into the bucket.

What was improper with her ? Was she… excited ? She felt ashamed of herself for it, but she couldn't ignore the tingling feeling in her body, the embarrassingly growing moistness between her leg."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 helping hand into the bucket. With her right-hand index finger fingerbreadth she softly swiped through her own chunky emetic covering the bottom of the container. A layer of gook covered her digit, and she could palpate her heartbeat pacing faster as she moved it up under her nose, and smelled it."It doesn't actually feel very bad at all ”, she thought. The growing wetness between Erika's legs reacted to her unthinkable thought, and urged her to cross her normal boundaries. She hesitantly moved her finger to her rim and licked the vomitive from her fingertip."Tastes the Same as when it's coming out ”, she thought as she sucked the net of the slime from her pointer finger.

Unconsciously, her leave alone hand was now resting between her stage, softly stroking the exterior of her damp, white panties, the bucketful held between her wooden leg. Not being able to think clearly any Sir Thomas More, lost in herself, she brought her rightfulness hand back down into the pail and scooped some half-digested food up with two fingerbreadth. Strands of slime hung from her fingers still halfway up the bucketful. Her left bridge player pressed harder between her stage as she moved her two digit to her backtalk and sucked the mushy intellectual nourishment and puke into her backtalk. That's where her body drew the stock, and she just barely managed to hit the pail as her dead body's natural reaction forced her gut to oust a flood of puke.

Despite her stomach being cramped up, her hand was still stroking the cotton step-in between her leg, now practically soaked, her body sending very conflate 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 consistency tensed up.

"Oh my god, did I just make myself ? !"She felt horrified as she slowly ground her rump back and Forth on the mattress and felt the warm, gluey smell between her cheek, but her body was sending another message. She felt her pussy prickling at the opinion and goose extrusion on her arms.

"Why does this sick shit turn me on so god damn much ? God Erika, you nasty, fucked up girl"she hopelessly thought as she moved her left handwriting inside her scanty, caressing her wet lips. She couldn't deny it any longer ; she was enjoying this newfound thrill way too a good deal."Oh fuck it, then"she finally decided, and let her roadblock fall.

With a light oink, she forced her bowels to work, opening the gates and releasing the product of her churning stomach into her now bemire panties. She was going to have to change the sheets anyway, how bad could it get ? Erika felt her arsehole slowly open, pushing a very balmy, mushy and foul-smelling log out into her underclothes. She felt it splash between the mattress and her cheeks, pushing up toward her fanny. She ground her hips into the bed and felt with a perverted pleasure how her damn bedcover across her cheeks. She couldn't stop now, she didn't want to, this was just too fucked up and too expert. The filthy smelling from what she just released hit her, telling of a clearly bad stomach, but it only urged her on. Her forget hand stroked her clitoris, making her shiver, as she pushed again, hard, adding another turd to the mess in the backrest of her panties.

She caught a scent from the bucket in front of her, and a repulsive image formed in her mind. In one chimneysweeper, she took her tee shirt off, exposing her bare, business firm breasts to the dim light in the room. Her right hand hand plunk into the bucket of warm vomit again, and scooped up a fistful of the slimy liquidness. Erika hesitated for a instant, but then firmly put her hired man against her bequeath bosom, smearing it with her own dirty dog, toying with her remains nipple. The flavor of her tender puking dripping down her dresser almost drove her over the edge, as her go out deal moved quicker and quicker to wreak her pussy and drive her urges on. She repeated the procedure with her right breast and dipped her hand into the bucket a third time. This handful of puke, she brought to her mouth, drinking it up straight from her cupped hand. Erika already foresaw how her guts would react, but she didn't care.

Having drunk almost a handful of her own nauseant, her abdomen finally turned, and contracted, firing a waving of vomit into the pail in straw man of her. The tone of her stomach emptying again tug Erika over the edge to bliss. Her left handwriting frantically flicking her clit, she completely lost dominance of her trunk. The bowel movement she had already started couldn't be held back and her ill belly emptied a mushy diarrhea into her no-longer white panty. Her bladder emptied right over her hand and into her bed. But Erika didn't precaution. She saw stars. She wallowed in her grunge."Oh fuck yes you dirty girl Erika, you sick fuck ”, her vox let out between breaths. She was in promised land, with her own puke dripping from her brim and from her tits, down her chest and stomach. The brown gunk wrapping around and under her ass, slowly creeping forward toward her pussy. The sea of warm piss she had just released into her bed and over her thighs.

She fell back and her light-haired head of hair landed on the pillow with a laboured thumping. She'd never come that operose before, she hadn't known it was possible to find like this. She still hadn't recovered. ventilation short, sharp breaths, she slowly regained her saneness and took in what she had just done.

"Holy shit…"were the simply run-in that she managed to silently let roll across her rim. She stared at the dimly lit ceiling, her hand still between her leg, slowly and softly stroking her sass."If someone could see me now…"She let out a light 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 to a greater extent thoroughly.

Erika decided she wasn't done enjoying her current post and the tactual sensation of being utterly filthy, and put the pail back down on the floor, pulled the covers over her body, and relaxed to go back to sleep. She took a moment to savour the warm feeling of her piss-soaked bed and the squishy mass in the back of her pantie. She closed her eyes and under the bed covers let her hands run down from her breasts, along her vomit-covered thorax and tum and down to rest beneath her thighs. She was completely drained.

She awoke again in the break of day, with a familiar feeling of saliva quickly edifice in her backtalk. She sleepily glanced through the lightly sunstruck room at the bucketful, but elected instead to draw the covers off her consistence. She felt a dried layer of something mussy stuck and cracking on her chest as she moved her body. Immediately she also felt a tingle between her legs. Instead of snatching the bucket, she raised her promontory slightly and looked down her nude dead body. And let it arrive. Her belly expelled a small total acid watery vomiting all over her pectus and crotch. She guessed she didn't have very much left in her belly. Her script immediately rushed down into her soiled underwear to tend to her depraved desires. Her dirty digit found their way inside of her and stroked her inner walls, while her thumb worked her sensitive clit. Her hips primer coat back and forth and she relished in feeling the still drippy mess under her ass.

After another mind-blowing orgasm, she slowly got out of bed to take a exhibitioner. After a measured paseo to the bathroom, trying not to make a pot on the floor, he stopped to eye herself in the mirror again. This time, she REALLY did look like diddlysquat. But she couldn't assistant 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 leaden, now brown- and yellow-stained underwear in the shabu 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 charge card screening for the next fourth dimension I get be sick ”.

Erika hoped she would get sick again very soon .