Erika felt that something wasn't right already the evening before. A intuitive feeling of malaise and nausea suggested her to bring a bucket to celebrate next to her bed for the night. She had only lived a few months in her first own apartment and wasn't trusted how she would be able to palm taking tending of herself if she was getting sick. She hadn't been since she was a kid, except the usual annual frigidity, always careful and picky of what she ate and looking after a nearly meticulous personal hygiene. Erika looked at herself in the toilet mirror. She'd gotten dressed in her usual dormancy gearing, an old, slightly too heavy grayish T-shirt and plain white panties. She was the kind of girl you'd be more probably to call"cute"than"aphrodisiacal ”, with a pretty case and a body that she though could use some toning, despite for once being felicitous 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 shit. Her grey catch some Z's T-shirt almost entirely hid her pattern and her C-cup breasts, but her pale aspect was what drew her attention the most. She looked plainly ill.
"screw ... ”, 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 call into work ”, Erika thought to herself. The fair-skinned blonde rested her head of long whisker 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 slumber, her physical structure impolitely woke her from a pleasant dream. For a few seconds the eventide's bother were a disregarded storage, until the saliva quickly edifice in her mouth urgently reminded her of why there was a pail on the flooring next to her. A argument of bad nemesis quickly ran through her judgement as she turned the lamp on the slope table on with a smack, reached for the pail and brought it to her face. A coughing made her boloney into the plastic bucket, but it didn't stop her mouth from filling with more saliva. Suddenly she felt her venter cramp up and a irregular later a disgusting gurgling auditory sensation emerged from her throat as her body violently emptied yesterday's dinner into the shaping container with a splashing sound.

The touch sensation of throwing up was very unfamiliar to her. She felt the morose discernment as her mouth filled and food for thought and tummy cognitive content passed the ill-timed way out across her lips. When her belly relaxed she desperately filled her lungs with a deep intimation. The acid tone of vomit filled her anterior naris. She surprised herself by not finding the scent horrible, but her trunk promptly disagreed. Another contraction of her stomach forced her to plunge her head back down into the bucket. A torrent of vomit 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 wipe her facial expression off with her forearm. Right now, she couldn't care less about her usual attention to hygiene. She was just relieved to finger her trunk 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 pail sitting in her lap. She couldn't assistant but await into it. yellow, vile liquid state with half-digested solid food particle filled the bottom few centimetres. Erika looked at the table of contents 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 olfactory modality as bad as you'd think ”, she told herself, but she still immediately regretted the decision, because she gagged on the smell, her consistency warning her it might throw up again."pudden-head idea, Erika…"
She laid her head back down on the pillow, still holding the bucketful in her lap. The feel of relievo from not being sickish anymore and her physical structure finally relaxing was incredibly calming."Almost like after an orgasm…"she thought. She could feel the lovingness of her vomit through the rear end of the bucket on top of her second joint and pubic bone. She caught herself in the thought and immediately cast it from her mind."What the hell is wrongfulness with me ?"she asked herself. She tried to bury drawing that sexual analog, 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 power train of intellection with a firm"No, Erika. Fucking hell."She dumped her foul barf into the toilet bowl and quickly flushed it away. Even though she felt thoroughly now, she decided to take the bucket back to bed, just in case.

That was a good decision. After just two More minute of sleep, Erika awoke again in the middle of the night. This time she immediately realized why. Her right hand found the shift to the lamp and her early quickly darted to the bucket. She scooted her abut 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 mentum, her stomach muscles cramped. A mentally fix Erika felt her body tense and the saliva that had gathered in her mouth being replaced by a work, acidic appreciation. Vomit streamed out of her mouth and over her finespun lips, to shoot down in the bucket with a sloshing auditory sensation. She took a deeply breath of air when her body finally let her, and she managed not to gag. This fourth dimension she was prepared for the smell. She took a moment to recover and stared into the bucket.

What was unseasonable with her ? Was she… excited ? She felt ashamed of herself for it, but she couldn't ignore the tingling opinion in her organic structure, 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 justly index number finger she softly swiped through her own chunky vomit covering the prat of the container. A layer of sludge covered her finger, and she could palpate her trice pacing faster as she moved it up under her nozzle, 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 intellection, and urged her to cross her normal boundaries. She hesitantly moved her finger to her backtalk and licked the disgorgement from her fingertip."Tastes the Same as when it's coming out ”, she thought as she sucked the shoemaker's last of the goop from her pointer finger.

Unconsciously, her left hand was now resting between her legs, softly stroking the outside of her moistness, white panties, the pail held between her legs. Not being able to think clearly any more, lost in herself, she brought her right hand back down into the bucket and scooped some half-digested food up with two fingers. Strands of goo hung from her fingers still halfway up the bucket. Her lead paw pressed harder between her legs as she moved her two finger's breadth to her rim and sucked the mushy food and puke into her mouth. That's where her body drew the line, and she just barely managed to hit the bucket as her body's natural response forced her gut to eject a torrent of puke.

Despite her venter being cramped up, her hand was still stroking the cotton wool panties between her legs, now practically soaked, her body sending very mixed message about this new perversion she was exploring and indulging in.

Throwing up from sucking her digit 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 shit myself ? !"She felt horrified as she slowly ground her seat back and forth on the mattress and felt the warm, gluey feeling between her impertinence, but her body was sending another message. She felt her pussy shiver at the thought and goose bumps on her arms.

"Why does this crazy son of a bitch turn me on so god hoot much ? God Erika, you nasty, fucked up young woman"she hopelessly thought as she moved her left mitt inside her panty, caressing her wet sassing. 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 barrier fall.

With a light oink, she forced her bowels to sour, opening the gates and releasing the production of her churning tummy into her now bemire panties. She was going to take to interchange the shroud anyway, how bad could it get ? Erika felt her bunghole slowly open, pushing a very soft, mushy and foul-smelling log out into her underwear. She felt it splosh between the mattress and her brass, pushing up toward her backside. She ground her hips into the bed and felt with a perverted delectation how her jack spread across her cheeks. She couldn't stop now, she didn't want to, this was just too fucked up and too good. The filthy smell from what she just released hit her, telling of a clearly bad stomach, but it only urged her on. Her left hand stroked her clit, making her shiver, as she pushed again, hard, adding another turd to the good deal in the back of her panties.

She caught a odour from the bucketful in battlefront of her, and a hideous persona formed in her brain. In one sweep, she took her T-shirt off, exposing her bare, house breasts to the dim light in the room. Her the right way deal dive into the bucket of ardent vomitus again, and scooped up a smattering of the slimy liquid state. Erika hesitated for a moment, but then firmly put her hand against her left titty, smearing it with her own bum, toying with her blind drunk nipple. The feeling of her ardent vomit dripping down her thorax almost drove her over the edge, as her remaining hand moved quicker and quicker to work her cunt and drive her urges on. She repeated the routine with her right field breast and dipped her hand into the bucket a third gear time. This handful of rat, she brought to her backtalk, 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 fistful of her own vomit, her stomach finally turned, and contracted, firing a wave of nauseant into the bucketful in front of her. The opinion of her stomach emptying again ride Erika over the edge to bliss. Her result helping hand frantically flicking her clit, she completely lost ascendance of her body. The gut movement she had already started couldn't be held back and her ill stomach emptied a mushy diarrhea into her no-longer white scanty. Her bladder emptied right over her mitt and into her bed. But Erika didn't care. She saw maven. She wallowed in her filth."Oh fuck yes you dirty miss Erika, you sick nooky ”, her voice let out between breaths. She was in heaven, with her own vomit dripping from her backtalk and from her nipple, down her breast and breadbasket. The brown sludge wrapping around and under her ass, slowly creeping forward toward her pussy. The sea of warm piddle she had just released into her bed and over her thighs.

She fell back and her blonde drumhead of hair landed on the pillow with a fleshy thud. She'd never come that hard before, she hadn't known it was possible to feel like this. She still hadn't recovered. respiration short-change, crisp breaths, she slowly regained her sanity and took in what she had just done.

"Holy shit…"were the sole words that she managed to silently let whorl across her lips. She stared at the dimly lit ceiling, her hand still between her branch, slowly and softly stroking her lips."If individual could see me now…"She let out a clear laughter. 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 position and the tone of being dead filthy, and put the bucket back down on the floor, pulled the top 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 panty. She closed her centre and under the bed covers let her handwriting run down from her breast, along her vomit-covered chest and abdomen and down to remain beneath her thighs. She was completely drained.

She awoke again in the morning, with a fellow spirit of saliva quickly building in her lip. She sleepily glanced through the lightly sunlit room at the bucketful, but elected instead to pull the top off her organic structure. She felt a dried bed of something messy stuck and cracking on her chest as she moved her dead body. Immediately she also felt a shiver between her legs. Instead of snatching the bucket, she raised her headland slightly and looked down her naked body. And let it come. Her belly expelled a small quantity acrid watery vomit all over her breast and genitalia. She guessed she didn't have a good deal left in her stomach. Her handwriting immediately rushed down into her soiled underclothes to tend to her subvert desires. Her dirty fingers found their way inside of her and stroked her inner paries, while her pollex worked her sensitive clit. Her pelvic girdle 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 ingest a shower. After a careful paseo to the bathroom, trying not to ca-ca a mess on the floor, he stopped to eye herself in the mirror again. This sentence, she REALLY did search like shit. 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 vulgarism. She threw her grave, now brown- and yellow-stained underwear in the trash and stepped into the exhibitor."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 adjacent time I get sick ”.

Erika hoped she would get crazy again very soon .