I had begged and begged Margarite for the anniversary present I wanted most, and finally she agreed. She'd know I had a fetish for watching women puke, but she had never agreed to do it herself. But finally after weeks of begging, she decided it might be interesting to see what it was like. She had watched some of my videos- all those beautiful women emptying their stomachs- and figured there must be something fun or hot about it.
So on our special day, we spent the afternoon at an all you can eat buffet. She certainly did eat a lot- I guess if she was going to do it, she wanted to make it count. Then after an entire day of stuffing herself, we checked into a hotel for an evening of fun. She moaned the entire way there, complaining about how full she was. "After eating so much," she admitted, "I wont mind getting sick. I actually want to get it out. Some of it, anyway."
I could feel my hard-on bulging against my pants.
We checked into our room, and Margarite immediately laid down on the bed. "So how do I do this?" She asked as I brought in our bags. She had already told me she didn't want to use her fingers. She wanted it to feel natural, like she was getting sick all on her own.
"Well," I said. "You could keep eating until you can't keep anymore down."
"No," She said. "I can't possibly eat anymore. I'm in too much pain. I want to get all this food out of my stomach as soon as possible, and I definitely don't want to put anymore in."
"Yes," I agreed. "The other problem is that if you overeat, you might just throw up a little bit, until your stomach can hold what's inside. The rest will just stay in there and you'll be bloated and swollen all night."
Margarite sat up slowly. "And you wont get the fun of watching it all come out," she said. "That would be a waste. If I stuffed myself this much, I don't want to waste all this discomfort on throwing up half a glass of water. I already feel awful, I at least want to get really sick, like those girls in your videos."
I opened my duffel bag. "I think the best way would be a glass of soap water." **(DO NOT try this. I have no idea if it works. I just made it up. Could be dangerous.)**
I held up a bottle of dish soap. "We'll mix this with some warm water, you can drink it, and it should do everything we're hoping. It'll soak into the food in your stomach, and in about ½ an hour, it'll make everything come up."
"Alright," Margarite said. "Lets get started, if its going to take that long to work."
I took a glass off the sink and filled it half way with water. Then I squeezed in a generous amount of soap, and mixed it, until the water was tinted deep blue. I added a little more water so it would be easier to swallow, and gave it to Margarite.
"Now, you have to get it all down," I instructed. "If you just vomit up the soap water right away, you wont throw up anything else. You have to get it into your stomach so it can mix with your food, and then you'll throw up everything. That's what we want."
Margarite nodded. "I guess I should just gulp it down as fast as I can?"
"Probably," I said. "It will taste awful, so drinking it fast will help you get it down."
She tipped the glass back and swallowed the liquid quickly. She gagged and sputtered a bit, but managed to drink it all.
"And now we wait," I said, as she laid back down on the bed.
"How long will it take?" She asked.
"Half an hour, if not sooner." I said. "You might even start to feel intense nausea in a few minutes."
"Oh no," she groaned, and rolled onto her back. She stroked her hand over her round, full belly.
"This is going to be so hot," I said. "Just knowing that you're going to get sick soon is turning me on."
Margarite nodded. "It's kind of exciting, knowing that it's inevitable. It's sort of disgusting, but I guess that makes it exciting in a way."
I pressed gently on her full belly. "Tell me about how it feels," I instructed.
"Hm... well right now I just feel really full. I can sort of feel my stomach gurgling and churning, and it's almost like I can feel the soap in there. Like, I can almost feel that there's something that's not supposed to be in there, and that its going to come out eventually. But I don't quite feel sick yet."
"You will," I explained. "Really soon you'll feel extreme discomfort. I'm sorry for that, but it wont last very long and it wont cause any permanent harm. There's no way to avoid it though. You stomach has to get really irritated before it will finally resort to emptying itself."
"Of course," She said. "That makes sense. It should all be over quickly anyway."
"Plus, that's part of the fun. Watching you get really, really, sick... That's part of what I like about beautiful girls puking. Seeing a girl in pain as her stomachs prepare to force its contents up out of her mouth... watching how horrible she feels as her vomit spills out of her... its all part of the excitement."
Margarite writhed on the bed. "When you talk about it like that, I'm actually getting sort of turned on thinking about... how I'm going to barf everywhere."
I stroked her belly with one hand and rubbed her crotch through her pants with the other.
"I'm feeling worse," she said. "I'm actually feeling very nauseous. My stomach is sort of churning. It's like its rejecting the soap..."
"Good," I said. I pushed down on her stomach a little. "Does that help?"
She moaned. "Help how? Make me feel better, or help me get more sick?"
I pushed down again, a little harder.
