Erika felt that something wasn't right already the evening before. A tactile sensation of malaise and nausea suggested her to impart a bucket to save following to her bed for the night. She had only lived a few months in her first own apartment and wasn't sure how she would be able to handle taking care of herself if she was getting sick. She hadn't been since she was a child, except the common annual cold, always careful and picky of what she ate and looking after a nearly meticulous personal hygiene. Erika looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She'd gotten dressed in her usual sleeping gear, an old, slightly too orotund grey T-shirt and plain white panties. She was the kind of girl you'd be more in all probability to call"cute"than"sexy ”, with a pretty face and a body that she though could use some toning, despite for once being happy with her 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 grey sleeping T-shirt almost entirely hid her material body and her C-cup breasts, but her pale face was what drew her attention the most. She looked plainly ill.
"Fuck ... ”, she sighed under her breath, and tore her eye from the mirror, picked up the bucket and went to bed early.

"At to the lowest degree it's Friday, and if I get chuck, I won't have to name into body of work ”, Erika thought to herself. The fair-skinned blonde rested her pass of farseeing hair's-breadth on her pillow, and decidedly ignored her churning stomach, hoping to herself that it would go away. It didn't take long for her to lessen asleep. She hadn't noticed it herself, but she was fatigued.
A few minute into Erika's sleep, her consistence impolitely woke her from a pleasant dreaming. For a few seconds the eventide's troubles were a forgotten memory, until the saliva quickly building in her sassing urgently reminded her of why there was a pail on the storey succeeding to her. A line of bad expletive quickly ran through her mind as she turned the lamp on the side tabular array on with a smack, reached for the bucket and brought it to her face. A cough made her drool into the plastic bucketful, but it didn't stop her mouth from filling with more saliva. Suddenly she felt her stomach spasm up and a 2nd later a disgusting gurgling phone emerged from her throat as her body violently emptied yesterday's dinner party into the plastic container with a splashing sound.

The feeling of throwing up was very unfamiliar to her. She felt the sour taste as her mouth filled and food and stomach content passed the wrong way out across her lip. When her belly slow down she desperately filled her lungs with a deep breathing place. The acidic smell of vomit filled her nostrils. She surprised herself by not finding the scent horrible, but her consistence promptly disagreed. Another compression of her belly forced her to plunge her head back down into the bucket. A flood of vomit sloshed into it, and a few drop curtain splashed back up against her side."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 fear less about her usual attention to hygiene. She was just relieved to finger her body relax again. Her stomach felt a bit sore, but she also felt extremely relieved. The sickness that had lingered over her since the eventide before was washed away, ejected into the bucket sitting in her lap. She couldn't helper but look into it. Yellowish, despicable liquid with half-digested food mote filled the bed few centimetre. 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 cognitive content."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 flavour, her body warning her it might bedevil up again."stupid person idea, Erika…"
She laid her forefront 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 warmth of her puke through the bottom of the pail on top of her thighs 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 bury drawing that intimate parallel, and got out of bed to vacate the bucket into the toilet. Before pouring it out, she looked into the pail again and interrupted her train of opinion 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 safe now, she decided to take the pail back to bed, just in case.

That was a soundly decision. After just two more hours of sopor, Erika awoke again in the middle of the night. This time she immediately realized why. Her justly manus found the switch to the lamp and her other quickly darted to the bucketful. 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 pail under her chin, her abdomen muscleman cramped. A mentally prepared Erika felt her torso tense and the spittle that had gathered in her mouth being replaced by a sour, acidulent perceptiveness. Vomit streamed out of her oral fissure and over her delicate rim, to shore in the bucket with a sloshing sound. She took a recondite breather of air when her eubstance finally let her, and she managed not to gag. This time she was prepared for the smell. She took a minute to convalesce 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 feeling in her body, the embarrassingly growing dampness between her leg."You're fucking disgusting ”, she thought to herself. Still, her respiration 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 bucket. With her right on exponent finger she softly swiped through her own chunky vomit covering the bottom of the container. A layer of slime covered her finger's breadth, and she could feel her heartbeat pacing faster as she moved it up under her nose, and smelled it."It doesn't actually flavor very bad at all ”, she thought. The growing wetness between Erika's legs reacted to her unthinkable view, and urged her to bilk her normal boundaries. She hesitantly moved her finger to her backtalk and licked the vomit from her fingertip."Tastes the same as when it's coming out ”, she thought as she sucked the last of the slime from her pointer finger.

Unconsciously, her get out hand was now resting between her legs, softly stroking the outside of her damp, E. B. White panties, the bucketful held between her legs. Not being able to cogitate clearly any more than, lost in herself, she brought her right wing hand back down into the pail and scooped some half-digested food for thought up with two digit. filament of slime hung from her finger's breadth still halfway up the bucket. Her give hand pressed harder between her legs as she moved her two finger to her lip and sucked the schmalzy food and rotter into her mouth. That's where her body drew the line, and she just barely managed to hit the pail as her body's natural reaction forced her gut to expel a violent stream of puke.

Despite her stomach being cramped up, her bridge player was still stroking the cotton panty between her wooden leg, now practically pixilated, her physical structure sending very mingle substance 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 feel between her cheeks, but her body was sending another message. She felt her kitty-cat tingle at the thought and goose bumps 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 deal inside her panties, caressing her wet lips. She couldn't deny it any longer ; she was enjoying this newfound thrill way too practically."Oh shag it, then"she finally decided, and let her barrier fall.

With a light grunt, she forced her bowels to work, opening the Bill Gates and releasing the product of her churning stomach into her now grime pantie. She was going to have to change the piece of paper anyway, how bad could it get ? Erika felt her asshole slowly open, pushing a very soft, schmalzy and foul-smelling log out into her underwear. She felt it squish between the mattress and her cheeks, pushing up toward her backside. She ground her hips into the bed and felt with a perverted delight how her dogshit ranch across her impertinence. She couldn't catch now, she didn't want to, this was just too fucked up and too secure. The filthy feel 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 shudder, as she pushed again, hard, adding another turd to the mess in the book binding of her panties.

She caught a aroma from the bucket in front of her, and a repulsive image formed in her head. In one sweep, she took her tee shirt off, exposing her bare, business firm tit to the dim lighting in the way. Her properly hand plunk into the bucket of warm vomit again, and scooped up a fistful of the slimy liquid. Erika hesitated for a consequence, but then firmly put her hand against her left breast, smearing it with her own puke, toying with her pissed nipple. The feeling of her quick puking dripping down her chest almost drove her over the edge, as her left hand moved quicker and quicker to put to work her twat and campaign her urges on. She repeated the function with her right breast and dipped her script into the bucket a one-third sentence. This handful of puke, she brought to her mouth, drinking it up straight from her cupped hand. Erika already foresaw how her gut would react, but she didn't care.

Having drunk almost a handful of her own puke, her stomach finally turned, and contracted, firing a wave of vomiting into the bucket in movement of her. The notion of her stomach emptying again drove Erika over the boundary to bliss. Her left helping hand frantically flicking her clit, she completely lost control of her body. The gut apparent motion she had already started couldn't be held back and her ill abdomen emptied a schmaltzy looseness of the bowels into her no-longer white step-in. Her bladder emptied right over her hired man and into her bed. But Erika didn't care. She saw stars. She wallowed in her filth."Oh fuck yes you dirty girl Erika, you sick bonk ”, her voice let out between hint. She was in heaven, with her own vomit dripping from her lips and from her tits, down her bureau and stomach. The Brown slime 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 blonde head of hair landed on the pillow with a heavy clump. She'd never come that knockout before, she hadn't known it was potential to feel like this. She still hadn't recovered. respiration short, sharp breaths, she slowly regained her sanity and took in what she had just done.

"Holy shit…"were the only words 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 light jape. 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 than thoroughly.

Erika decided she wasn't done enjoying her flow office and the tone of being perfectly filthy, and put the bucket back down on the floor, pulled the covering fire over her body, and relaxed to go back to sleep. She took a import to savour the warm feeling of her piss-soaked bed and the squashy sight in the binding of her panties. She closed her eyes and under the bed covers let her workforce run down from her tit, along her vomit-covered dresser and stomach and down to catch one's breath beneath her second joint. She was completely drained.

She awoke again in the sunup, with a conversant touch sensation of saliva quickly building in her mouth. She sleepily glanced through the lightly sunlit room at the bucket, but elected instead to pull the covers off her body. She felt a dried layer of something messy stuck and cracking on her chest as she moved her consistency. Immediately she also felt a thrill between her legs. Instead of snatching the bucket, she raised her head slightly and looked down her naked trunk. And let it come. Her belly expelled a small amount bitter watery nauseant all over her chest and crotch. She guessed she didn't have a great deal left in her stomach. Her hand immediately rushed down into her soil underwear to tend to her demoralize desires. Her dirty digit found their way inside of her and stroked her inner walls, while her pollex worked her sensitive clitoris. Her hips ground back and forth and she relished in feeling the still soppy mess under her ass.

After another mind-blowing coming, she slowly got out of bed to take a shower. After a careful walk to the bathroom, trying not to shit a mess on the floor, he stopped to eye herself in the mirror again. This metre, she REALLY did look like red cent. But she couldn't help 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 heavy, now brown- and yellow-stained underwear in the trash and stepped into the shower."I wonder how I'm going to pick that bed ?"She thought."I think I'll need a new mattress. And maybe a charge plate cover for the adjacent fourth dimension I get sick ”.

Erika hoped she would get sick again very soon .