One cold late fall day in New England I was relaxing after a long week of work. My girlfriend and I lived together in a two bedroom duplex. I was in my early 20's and she was in her early 30's. We were very happy and had an amazing sex life.
She was short, maybe 5'2" tall with huge 42DDD's. Her breasts were splendid and I played with them constantly and she adored the attention. She was chubby; but looked great. She had thick, curly shoulder length brown hair and beautiful brown eyes.
We sat on the couch and watched TV and I lazily flipped around. She said her stomach had been upset all day and she felt began to get very nauseous. I felt bad for her because she was not one to complain. She had changed already from her business attire into blue fleecy pajama pants and a grey thermal top with no bra. As you can imagine her massive chest stretched the shirt nicely and her nipples poked through the material.
I asked if she was going to be sick and she said she wished she could because she wanted some relief. She tossed around on the couch and I could see she was very uncomfortable. I suggested she go to the bathroom and make herself sick and get it over with; I said she would feel better.
She slowly headed up a half flight of stairs to the bathroom. She shut the door partially. It remained cracked several inches. I saw the light shinning into the hallway.
Several minutes passed and I walked up to check on her. I asked from outside the door if she was okay. She answered she was, but I could tell she was crying. I pushed the door open. She was standing, but leaning over the toilet. Her blue pajama pants were wet and I asked what was wrong.
She sniffled and said half crying, " I just can't throw up! I tried and I peed on myself. Dammit!"
I rubbed her back and assured her it was ok. I said it was not a big deal and she could hop in for a nice hot shower. I pulled her pants down a little and she sniffled and helped me remove her pants. I could see a small wet spot on the bathmat she was standing on; she had drips of pee still on her inner thighs.
She was now in only a tight thermal top and white low cut socks. I said to try to puke again; if you pee again it won't matter. She leaned forward and pushed a finger down her throat.
She began to gag and I rubbed her back. I noticed more pee ran down her leg and wet her socks. I felt so bad for her.