He removed his fingers from my mouth and nodded. "Okay," he said. "I think it's a simple case of overeating. Your stomach is too full and the only way to get any relief is to manually induce vomiting. Do you know what that means?"
"You're going to make me throw up?" I said pitifully.
"Yes, I'm going to make you throw up until your stomach is completely empty, and then you will immediately start to feel better. At first it might be a little uncomfortable," he said, and plunged his fingers all the way into the back of my throat, filling my mouth with his hand. I retched unproductively several times before my stomach finally gave up and I projectile vomited a spurt of purplish liquid onto his shirt.
"I'm sorry, doctor," I gasped, wiping my mouth.
"Not to worry," he said. "It happens to me often." Then he stuck his fingers back into my mouth and soon I was heaving again, bringing up wave after wave of the excessive amount of food I'd eaten onto the bed.
The first few waves were thick and creamy white, then I started to see chunks of cookies. I dropped my head and let some of the vomit land on my breasts, where it slid down my pajamas into my lap.
"That's good," he said, "but I think you still have a lot left in there. Let me try a different way. This is going to get deeper than my fingers can. But let's see if you can get any in the bucket this time."
He unzipped his pants to release his large, rigid boner. He had me kneel on the floor in front of him and started to deeply fuck my throat. After some violent gagging I produced a thick wave of red and orange vomit that was clearly the pizza. Some of it splashed into the bucket but the rest went onto the floor.
He kept going, plunging my throat while I brought up consecutive gushes of thick, chunky puke. Finally my stomach was empty of food and I was bringing up nothing but stomach acid and saliva. As I finished puking, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and came, shooting his hot load onto my face where it ran down and dripped into the bucket along with my puke.
Finally I was empty and nothing else would come up. I sat there, drained, gasping for breath and covered in my own puke.
"You should start to feel better now," said the doctor. "Rest and hydrate... and call me next time you feel sick."