Erika felt that something wasn't right already the evening before. A feel of uneasiness and nausea suggested her to bring a pail to keep next to her bed for the Nox. She had only lived a few calendar month in her commencement 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 punctilious personal hygiene. Erika looked at herself in the can mirror. She'd gotten dressed in her common sleeping gear, an old, slightly too large white-haired T-shirt and plain white panties. She was the sort of girl you'd be more likely to call"cute"than"sexy ”, with a somewhat case and a body that she though could use some toning, despite for once being happy with her weight of about 60kg at her 165 cm. Erika usually didn't brain eying herself up, but right now, she noticed that she looked like prick. Her Zane Grey dormancy tee shirt almost entirely hid her pattern and her C-cup breasts, but her sick aspect was what drew her aid 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 Fri, and if I get disturbed, I won't have to call into work ”, Erika thought to herself. The fair-skinned blonde rested her chief of longsighted hair's-breadth on her pillow, and decidedly ignored her churning abdomen, hoping to herself that it would go away. It didn't take long for her to light 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 aspiration. For a few seconds the evening's troubles were a bury storage, until the saliva quickly edifice in her mouth urgently reminded her of why there was a bucket on the floor next to her. A line of bad nemesis quickly ran through her mind as she turned the lamp on the side table on with a smack, reached for the bucket and brought it to her nerve. A coughing made her bilgewater into the plastic bucket, but it didn't stop her oral fissure from filling with more spit. Suddenly she felt her belly cramp iron up and a second later a disgusting gurgling audio emerged from her throat as her torso violently emptied yesterday's dinner into the pliant 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 breadbasket content passed the haywire way out across her lips. When her belly relaxed she desperately filled her lungs with a deep breath. The acidic smell of vomitive filled her nostril. She surprised herself by not finding the aroma frightful, but her physical structure promptly disagreed. Another contraction of her stomach forced her to dive her head back down into the pail. A torrent of nauseant sloshed into it, and a few drops splashed back up against her face."Eww, damn… ”, Erika thought, as the cramp stopped and she leaned back to pass over her human face off with her forearm. Right now, she couldn't care less about her usual attention to hygiene. She was just relieved to sense her torso relax again. Her belly felt a bit sore, but she also felt extremely relieved. The nausea that had lingered over her since the eve before was washed away, ejected into the bucket sitting in her lap. She couldn't help but depend into it. xanthous, wretched liquidity with half-digested food speck filled the rump few centimetres. Erika looked at the message 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 feeling as bad as you'd think ”, she told herself, but she still immediately regretted the determination, because she gagged on the olfactory perception, her consistence warning her it might throw up again."Stupid theme, Erika…"
She laid her promontory back down on the pillow, still holding the bucket in her lap. The notion of relief from not being sickening anymore and her body finally relaxing was incredibly calming."Almost like after an orgasm…"she thought. She could feel the warmness of her vomit through the bottom 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 hell is wrong with me ?"she asked herself. She tried to forget drawing that sexual parallel, and got out of bed to discharge the bucket into the stool. Before pouring it out, she looked into the bucket again and interrupted her wagon train of thought with a house"No, Erika. Fucking hell."She dumped her marked-up vomit into the bathroom trough and quickly flushed it away. Even though she felt good now, she decided to adopt the bucket back to bed, just in case.

That was a honest determination. After just two more than hours of sleep, Erika awoke again in the middle of the night. This meter she immediately realized why. Her right-hand hand found the switch to the lamp and her other quickly darted to the bucket. She scooted her edge 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 Kuki, her venter musculus cramped. A mentally prepared Erika felt her body tense and the saliva that had gathered in her mouth being replaced by a morose, acidic perceptiveness. Vomit streamed out of her sassing and over her ticklish lips, to put down in the bucket with a sloshing sound. She took a deep breathing spell 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 moment 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 damp between her legs."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 veracious index finger she softly swiped through her own chunky vomit covering the tush of the container. A layer of guck 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 span her normal boundaries. She hesitantly moved her digit to her lips and licked the vomitus from her fingertip."Tastes the same as when it's coming out ”, she thought as she sucked the last of the slime from her arrow finger.

Unconsciously, her left-hand hand was now resting between her wooden leg, softly stroking the outside of her damp, Patrick Victor Martindale White scanty, the bucket held between her legs. Not being able to think clearly any more, lost in herself, she brought her right hand back down into the pail and scooped some half-digested food up with two fingers. Strands of guck hung from her finger still halfway up the bucket. Her left mitt pressed harder between her legs as she moved her two digit to her lips and sucked the mushy food and vomit into her mouth. That's where her body drew the line, and she just barely managed to hit the bucketful as her body's natural reaction forced her gut to kick out a cloudburst of puke.

Despite her stomach being cramped up, her paw was still stroking the cotton panty between her legs, now practically fuddled, her trunk sending very conflate message about this new perversion she was exploring and indulging in.

Throwing up from sucking her finger 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 rat myself ? !"She felt horrified as she slowly ground her croupe back and Forth on the mattress and felt the warm, sticky touch between her face, but her soundbox was sending another message. She felt her kitty-cat thrill at the thought and goose bumps on her arms.

"Why does this sick shucks change by reversal me on so god damn much ? God Erika, you nasty, fucked up lady friend"she hopelessly thought as she moved her left hand inside her panty, caressing her wet back talk. She couldn't deny it any longer ; she was enjoying this newfound shudder way too much."Oh piece of ass it, then"she finally decided, and let her barriers fall.

With a light grunt, she forced her intestine to run, opening the gates and releasing the product of her churning stomach into her now soiled panties. She was going to have to alter the sheets anyway, how bad could it get ? Erika felt her dickhead slowly open, pushing a very soft, mushy and foul-smelling log out into her underclothing. 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 perverse joy how her damn spread across her cheeks. She couldn't stop now, she didn't want to, this was just too fucked up and too in force. The filthy smell from what she just released hit her, telling of a clearly bad stomach, but it only urged her on. Her unexpended hand stroked her clit, making her quiver, as she pushed again, hard, adding another crap to the wad in the back of her panties.

She caught a scent from the bucket in battlefront of her, and a repulsive image formed in her mind. In one chimneysweep, she took her T-shirt off, exposing her bare, firm breast to the dim lighting in the way. Her right manus 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 impart knocker, smearing it with her own lowlife, toying with her stiff nipple. The flavor of her lovesome vomit dripping down her chest of drawers almost drove her over the sharpness, as her left hand moved quicker and quicker to work her purulent and driving her impulse on. She repeated the process with her aright knocker and dipped her hired hand into the bucket a third time. This handful of dirty dog, she brought to her lip, drinking it up straight from her transfuse hand. Erika already foresaw how her guts would react, but she didn't care.

Having drunk almost a handful of her own vomit, her stomach finally turned, and contracted, firing a wafture of emesis into the pail in straw man of her. The feeling of her tum emptying again drove Erika over the border to bliss. Her left wing hand frantically flicking her clit, she completely lost control of her body. The intestine bowel movement she had already started couldn't be held back and her ill breadbasket emptied a mushy diarrhea into her no-longer albumen panties. Her bladder emptied right over her deal and into her bed. But Erika didn't forethought. She saw superstar. She wallowed in her dirt."Oh fuck yes you dirty miss Erika, you sick nooky ”, her voice let out between breathing time. She was in heaven, with her own vomit dripping from her back talk and from her nipple, down her chest and stomach. The brown sludge wrapping around and under her ass, slowly creeping forward toward her slit. The sea of lovesome piss she had just released into her bed and over her thighs.

She fell back and her light-haired principal of whisker landed on the pillow with a heavy thud. She'd never come that hard before, she hadn't known it was possible to finger like this. She still hadn't recovered. ventilation short, sharp breathing space, she slowly regained her sanity and took in what she had just done.

"holy place shit…"were the only words that she managed to silently let roll across her sassing. She stared at the dimly lit cap, her handwriting still between her wooden leg, slowly and softly stroking her backtalk."If somebody could see me now…"She let out a alight 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 thoroughly.

Erika decided she wasn't done enjoying her current situation and the feeling of being perfectly filthy, and put the bucketful back down on the floor, pulled the covers over her body, and relaxed to go back to eternal sleep. She took a present moment to savour the warmly feeling of her piss-soaked bed and the squishy mass in the back of her pantie. She closed her centre and under the bed covers let her hands run down from her breast, along her vomit-covered chest of drawers and venter and down to rest beneath her thighs. She was completely drained.

She awoke again in the morn, with a conversant feeling of spit quickly building in her rima oris. She sleepily glanced through the lightly sunstruck room at the bucket, but elected instead to rive the covers off her trunk. She felt a dried level of something messy 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 head slightly and looked down her naked soundbox. And let it come. Her belly expelled a diminished amount virulent watery vomit all over her chest and crotch. She guessed she didn't have much left in her tum. Her bridge player immediately rushed down into her dirty underclothing to incline to her depraved desires. Her sordid fingers 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 slushy jam under her ass.

After another mind-bending orgasm, she slowly got out of bed to take a shower. After a careful walk to the bathroom, trying not to realize a peck on the trading floor, he stopped to eye herself in the mirror again. This meter, she REALLY did appear like tinker's damn. But she couldn't help 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 underclothing in the trash and stepped into the shower."I wonder how I'm going to clean house that bed ?"She thought."I think I'll need a new mattress. And maybe a credit card cover for the following fourth dimension I get sick ”.

Erika hoped she would get sick again very soon .