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mmmeto · 16 hours

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In light of your latest fic -- any chance we could eventually see Zubin overeating intentionally, with the idea of making himself sick to indulge Xander's kink? (possibly while tied up because I adore the idea of them both being kink-positive towards each other aaaah)

Anonymous said: Can you do a (nsfw) fic where Xand ties Zubin up and gags him? HOLY FLIPPIN HELL PRETTY PLEASE YES

Anonymous said: Can you please do another nsfw fic about Zubin and Xander(’s emetophilia kink)?

Anonymous said: For some reason I’m craving some Xander emetophile nsfw fic

Anonymous said: I reallly really reallllly need a fic now of Xander feeding Zubin and just tons of burps and almost vomiting but not quite and they start to have sex because they think they are good on the no vomiting thing and of course Zubin vomits all over Xander unexpectedly and he starts to apologize but Xander asks him to do it again?

A/N: The time has come - I finally wrote something which kinda fulfils all these prompts! I am dedicating it to @lickstynine because J gave me the courage to write it! I hope you enjoy!WARNING: IT IS NSFW.

Zubin had lined his stomach. He’d made a conscious effort to remember to eat, rather than doing his usual act of forgetting and then scoffing down a snack on the go. But tonight was the night.

Ever since Zubin had found out about Xander’s kink, and admitted his own desire to be bound, they’d wanted to have a night in together to try things out. But university halls weren’t the best place for that - the walls were paper thin, so most noise travelled easily, and as the two of them weren’t quite sure how things would pan out, they refrained.

But this week was reading week - a time for catching up on any mid semester reading and preparing for the next batch of assignments. And in true student fashion, it was a week that most students went home to visit family, or go on a cheap break abroad with the new found friends made during the first part of the semester. Zubin and Xander were staying, in an almost deserted hall, and that meant they could have some fun. It’d been all Zubin had thought about all day. Every now and then a shiver had chased down his spine as he remembered.

He was so excited that he turned up at Xander’s door earlier than he’d agreed, unable to focus on anything else.

“You’re early?” Xander said once he’d opened the door; Zubin was never early - he always seemed to be running late.

“I couldn’t wait,” Zubin slipped into the room alongside Xander, pushing the door shut with one hand and snaking his other around Xander’s waist, pulling him in close to kiss him. It was a needy kiss, full of heat and longing, and Xander nearly melted into it. Warmth prickled up the back of Xander’s neck, and his hands wrapped round Zubin’s hips. His heart began to speed up, and he forced himself to pull away.

“Mmm… eager, are we?” Xander commented, kissing the tip of Zubin’s nose.

“Lil bit…” Zubin smiled sheepishly, his arms still around Xander’s waist. “Sorry.”

“Oh no, there’s to be no apologies!” Xander insisted, shaking his head. “I’m glad you’re looking forwards to it!”

“Oh, I really am,” Zubin replied enthusiastically.

“Even with the food?” Xander looked concerned for a second; Zubin detached himself from Xander gently.

“My belly’s rumbling in anticipation!” Zubin patted his stomach.

“Good,” Xander nodded. “I wasn’t quite ready yet…” He glanced over his shoulder to his bed, and Zubin followed his line of sight, a shiver running down his spine as he saw one of the bedposts had a cord knotted around it.

“Is that for-?” Zubin trailed off, looking back at Xander.

“Yeah,” Xander nodded, aware of what the rest of the question was. “I was just about to fasten the other one.” He crossed to the other side of the bed as Zubin perched on the edge of it, able to feel his blood pulsing through his body as he watched Xander’s fingers tying secure knots into it. It wasn’t just the knots Xander was creating in the cord, it was simply Xander that made Zubin’s heart flutter - that he’d take the time to do this for him, that meant a lot.

“Thank you,” Zubin told him, still watching Xander as he ensured the knots were safe, “for doing this.”

“Thank you!” Xander said, straightening up, then he smiled. “I’m glad I’m doing this with you…”

“Me too,” Zubin nodded. “Is there anything I can do right now?”

“See that bag there?” Xander pointed to a canvas bag propped in his desk chair, Zubin nodded. “It’s got some snacks in it, get eating…”

Zubin grinned, leaning across to the bag and fishing out a packet of gummy bears from the top. “Alright!”

“There’s some juice in there too,” Xander told him; Zubin raked through the bag and found the large bottle of Sprite.

“I’m on it,” Zubin said, unscrewing the top and taking a swig.

Xander pulled his bedroom window open a bit; he’d pretty much prepared the room now, and what he really wanted to do was sit down and watch Zubin. His heart was already bounding in his chest, and he was having to make a conscious effort to not get too excited.

“Brrup!” Zubin let out a small belch, the bubbles from the fizzy juice bursting in his stomach. He’d finished the gummy bears, and began raking through the bag. “Is there anything in particular you want me to eat?”

“Anything!” Xander answered, a little too quickly, and Zubin smiled at him. “I’ve got some rice pudding pots in the bottom of the bag?” He suggested.

“Ooh!” Zubin dived down into the depths of the bag; he loved rice pudding, so that wouldn’t be any hardship to eat. He practically inhaled the rice pudding, pausing only to take a few sips from his juice. “What next?” He mumbled, swallowing his last mouthful, and Xander dug in the bag and brought out a chocolate mousse pot. “Thanks.”

Zubin ate, and ate, and ate - and drank, and ate; aware that all the while Xander was watching him. He tried to put on a show, pausing every so often, allowing out little burps caused by the juice, and rubbing a hand across his expanding belly. It was working too - he could see the lust in Xander’s eyes, and every few minutes he let out a breath as though he’d been holding it in. Zubin was beginning to feel a bit full now, after all he’d had lunch not too long ago. The skin of his stomach was pressing against the waistband of his trousers and he paused, rubbing his hand over his stomach as he leant back.

“I’m getting a bit full,” he admitted eventually, looking across at Xander, who moved across to sit next to Zubin. He looked him up and down slowly.

“You can do better than that,” he said, his voice was a little husky, and he reached into the canvas bag and pulling a bag of chocolate covered pretzels.

“Can I take my trousers off?” Zubin asked, knowing that would give his abdomen room to expand.

“Course!” Xander agreed, and Zubin wriggled his way out of his jeans, leaving them in a heap on the floor. “Have a drink.” Xander picked up the juice bottle and held it out; Zubin took a small drink. “More than that!” He took another drink. “Oh, more than that!” Xander encouraged, there was a twinkle in his eyes as Zubin drowned the rest of what was in the bottle.

“Brrruuuuuaaarrrp!” The belch rumbled up Zubin’s throat as the juice settled into the spaces in his stomach.

“Nice…” Xander muttered, his cheeks going rather pink as he held a chocolate pretzel up to Zubin’s lips. “Come on…”

Zubin looked into Xander’s face, and opened his mouth; the shine in Xander’s eyes was getting brighter as Zubin opened his mouth and let the pretzel inside. He kept eating, chewing becoming more and more onerous as he felt his stomach becoming fuller.

“Brruuuaaaarrrppp!” Zubin pulled back away from Xander’s hand as he burped, and he rubbed his own hand across his stomach. Even though his t-shirt he could see the bulge of his stomach. “Oh, I’m really full now…” He mumbled.

“You can do a little more,” Xander encouraged, he shook the bag indicating how it was nearly empty.

“Hmmm…” Zubin groaned a little, then opened his mouth to allow Xander to put in another pretzel. “Uuurrp!” The burp came up as Zubin swallowed, and he clutched his hand to his stomach.

“That’s it,” Xander was already pressing another to Zubin’s mouth; Zubin struggled to swallow, his mouth very dry from the pretzels.

“Need - drink,” he forced out, still chewing a mouthful.

“Okay - here,” Xander fished in the bag, bringing out another bottle of Sprite, uncapped it and handed it across. Zubin gulped at it, washing down the pretzel residue that was still in his mouth.

“Brraaaauuulllccchh!” The burp that sprang up as soon as Zubin finished drinking was enormous. It caught in his chest, and he had to clamp his mouth shut as he was scared it might start a heave. He clutched his hands to his belly, letting out a small whimper, and he shook his head slightly. “No - no more…” He begged. “Not gonna - brruuup - keep it down…” He burped again, massaging his hand round the swelling in his gut.

“Okay,” Xander placed the bag of pretzels aside. “Okay, you’ve done super well.” He pressed a kiss to the side of Zubin’s face as Zubin whimpered again. “Why don’t you lie up on the bed? Get yourself ready…” He whispered, moving from the edge of the bed.

Zubin sat very still for a few moments, taking deep steadying breaths to try and settle his sloshing stomach. “Uuuaarrrp!”

Very slowly he peeled his t-shirt off over his head, still keeping one hand cradling his belly; it was very swollen, a pink dome in his skin, and he struggled to take his boxers off because of his stomach’s heavy weight. He shuffled up the bed, until he was leaning against the headboard, then huffed slightly. He was so full.

Xander had stripped too, wiggling his jeans and boxers off, and pulling his shirt over his head, with his back to Zubin. When he turned round, he gasped - his eyes raking over his boyfriend’s naked form; he felt the tug in his groin, and knew that he was getting hard very quickly.

“Oh God…” Xander breathed, approaching the side of the bed, his eyes wide; Zubin looked up at him. “You’re fucking beautiful Zubin!” Xander had clambered onto the bed, resting on his side so he could look at Zubin. “Can I?” He held his hand out above Zubin’s belly, waiting for permission to touch it.

“Yeah,” Zubin breathed, moving his own hands way.

The flesh of Zubin’s stomach was taut and warm as Xander lay his hand gently on it; he couldn’t stop the intake of breath as an electric thrill shot through his body.

“Mmmnnngg…” Zubin groaned, allowing his head to fall back onto Xander’s headboard, Xander’s hand was cool against his skin. “Brrruuuaarrpp!” The belch burst from him as Xander rubbed his hand around the bulge. “Ohh… I’m so full…” Zubin muttered. Xander squeezed his legs together as he could feel his penis hard along the inside of his thigh. Xander getly pressed his splayed fingers into the flesh, Zubin’s head snapped up again. “Brrauuhhuulllp!” His hand shot up to his mouth and he had to swallow hard.

“Not yet,” Xander said firmly as Zubin forced his throat clear, and nodded. Xander began to stroke his fingers across Zubin’s stomach, looking at Zubin in wonder. “Y’know when we were kids, and cartoons used to show people being full like they’d swallowed a whole football?”

“Mmhmm,” Zubin hummed.

“Well your belly is like those cartoons,” he bent down and pressed a kiss to his flesh; he could hear and feel the glugging going on inside Zubin. “Oh fuck..” Xander moved his hand from rubbing across, to down in between his thighs.

“You like?” Zubin asked, his hand slipping down with Xander’, and gently putting pressure on Xander’s cock.

“Uuuhhh…” Xander gasped in, his eyes closing momentarily; when he opened them he leant forwards, kissing Zubin, able to taste the sweetness from the pretzels. He could feel his pulse bounding in his groin now, and he struggled to pull away. “You ready?” It came out as a bit of a growl, desperation ringing in his voice.

“Yeah…” Zubin answered, offering out his hands.

“Oh good,” Xander had almost seized hold of Zubin’s left hand and began to slot it through the loop in the rope and tightened it. “Now…” Xander was almost panting, but he wanted to set their rules. “You’ve got to try and keep that down - no puking, okay?” Zubin looked at Xander, wide-eyed, his stomach was straining, and he didn’t know how he’d manage that.

“I’ll try,” he answered, allowing Xander to maneouvre his other hand into the loop.

“No, no try,” Xander shook his head. “You’ll manage.” He swivelled round to secure Zubin’s ankles, and Zubin caught sight of how hard Xander was.

“Okay,” he agreed, swallowing down a burp as Xander turned back, straddling over Zubin’s thighs and leaning down to kiss him. Zubin felt the pressure on his belly, but tried to ignore it as he kissed back. His hands were tied to either side of his head, and the knots on his ankles forced his legs to be spread apart. He felt incredibly vulnerable - yet at the same time, he could feel himself getting hard, especially as Xander’s cock pressed into the soft flesh of his belly.

“You… are… phenomenal!” Xander punctuated his words with soft kisses down the side of Zubin’s neck, making his back arch as his skin tingled.

“Brruuuuuarrrrrrrpp!” Zubin couldn’t stop the burp, and his stomach let out an ominous gurgle.

“Keep it down,” Xander’s lips vibrated against Zubin’s skin.

“Rub my belly - please?” Zubin begged, his stomach felt like it was throbbing as he peered at Xander.

“Oh? You want me to…?” Xander’s hand ghosted over his flesh, and Zubin groaned. “What do you want?”

“Please!” Zubin repeated. “Brruuuurrp!” Zubin was straining forwards, and the burp turned into a heave; he clamped his mouth shut and swallowed, his eyes watering.

“Good boy…” Xander had clearly felt the start of the heave, and as a reward he rubbed both hands across Zubin’s stomach.

“Xand…” Zubin breathed, he wiggled where he lay, trying to indicate that he wanted Xander inside him. “Please - don’t tease me!”

“You want it?”

“Yes!” Zubin gasped, swallowing back as another heave threatened to overwhelm him.

“Okay,” Xander didn’t need much persuading, and he lubed up his fingers before reaching down to stretch Zubin.

“Oh! Oh… Oh!” Zubin moaned, bucking his hips involuntarily, which caused his stomach to slosh and he clamped his mouth shut as he gagged. Xander had paused, watching the struggle his boyfriend was going through, and feeling his heart go double speed in his chest. Finally Zubin took a gasping breath in.

“Well done!” He began to prepare himself. “You fought so hard - God, you’re fucking sexy…”

“Just-” Zubin gasped, trying to spread his legs further.

“Ready?” It wasn’t a question, Xander didn’t wait for it to be answered. He leant forwards and pushed in, kissing Zubin’s neck again as he did so.

“Oh…” Xander breathed out, his heart felt like it’d exploded. “Oh, Zu…” He moved slowly, gently - hearing Zubin’s ragged breathing. Zubin’s eyes closed as he felt Xander inside him; then Xander pushed hard, and Zubin felt a flood of liquid into the back of his mouth, and he had to swallow. He had to keep it down.

“Brrp!” A small belch popped into Zubin’s closed mouth, and he felt himself heave again. Stars were popping in his closed eyes as he felt Xander thrust again, he felt the slosh inside his belly and knew he wasn’t going to manage Xander’s request. “Xand-hhrrk!” Zubin heaved as Xander thrusted; chills were running down his spine, and he felt his over bloated belly tense.

“Bllluuuuuhhhaarrrrggg!” Zubin had barely been able to take a breath in before he felt his throat widen, and up came a fierce rush of sick. It splattered across Xander’s chest and down onto his own chest. There was a moment’s pause where both of them took in what had just happened; then Xander began moving again, harder and faster. “S-sorry…” Zubin stammered out, his mouth tasted bitter.

“Do it again,” the words tumbled from Xander in a breathless rush; his eyes were closed, and he panted slightly.

“What?”

“Do - it- again!” He was still pushing, hard and fast; and Zubin allowed his belly to get jostled by the movement until:

“Hmmmmmmbbblluuurrrrrrrkkk!” Another gush of puke burst up and hit them both again.

“Oh fuck - yes!” Xander breathed, his eyes snapping open and he leant down to kiss Zubin, not seeming to care that his mouth was still coated in sick. “Oh god Zu…”

“You…?” Zubin wanted to check that he wasn’t angry, but Xander had reached up to untie Zubin’s hands.

“Need you - on top of me,” he struggled, his eyes burning. He managed to unfasten Zubin’s hands, but didn’t care about his feet, they were loose enough for some maneouvrability.

Zubin’s stomach still felt oppressively heavy as Xander managed to roll him on top of him; his stomach let out a loud gurgle and he clutched his hand to it.

“No - no hands,” Xander pulled Zubin’s hand away, planting it firmly onto the mattress and beginning to pick up a rhythm again.

“Still hurts…” Zubin pouted down at Xander, with each thrust he felt his belly lurch.

“Puke on me,” Xander asked pleadingly.

“What?”

“Puke on me!” It was him begging now, his eyes open and desperate.

“Brruuurrrpp!” Zubin opened his mouth, but all that came up was a wet belch. “Ugh, push my belly?”

Xander put his hand up and pressed it into Zubin’s flesh, thrusting simultaneously.

“Hyyyggggeeuuuurrrrrgggllee!” A copious wave of puke cascaded from Zubin’s mouth, landing squarely on Xander’s chest. He’d barely taken a breath in before another wave was flooding from him, pouring from his mouth and nose. “Hlllleeeuuuurrrkkkllee!”

Xander’s head was thrown back, his eyes rolling in ecstasy as he thrusted, and Zubin burped another mouthful up onto his chet.

“Oh fuck, you’re perfect…” Xander gasped.

“Blllluuuurrrkkklllee!” More sick came up, Zubin could feel his stomach becoming emptier - his muscles clenching tighter.

“Ah - I’m gonna…” Xander’s voice was trembling, as he gave three sharp short thrusts, then went limp, breathing hard. His eyes were closed, but he reached his hand up and pulled Zubin down to kiss him.

Zubin laid gently down beside Xander - aware that they were both coated in his stomach contents; Xander’s eyes flickered open, and he touched his fingers to Zubin’s cheek.

“You - Zu… amazing!” He breathed.

“You liked that?” Zubin asked.

“Fuck - fuck yeah!” He nodded. “You were fantastic!” Zubin smiled, happy that Xander had enjoyed it.

“Good,” he whispered.

Xander’s eyes locked intensely onto Zubin’s, and he said:

“Now I get to finish you - in the shower?”

“Oh fuck, please!”

#emeto #emetophilia #emeto fic #stuffing #belly stuff #ropeplay

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mmmeto · 20 hours

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I want to get a girl off as she throws up into a bucket while sitting in my lap...

#emeto #emetophilia #emeto kink #vomit kink

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mmmeto · 6 days

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I was brushing my teeth and felt an overwhelming urge to gag myself. I got so wet and horny immediately so I started jacking it, and I brushed the back of my mouth until my hand and toothbrush were dripping with saliva. I brought up a glob of red (I’d had red koolaid a few hours before). It was so fucking hot, I’d love to do that again

#🥵🥵🥵🥵#puke kink #emeto #emetophilia

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mmmeto · 7 days

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You’re optiratch shattered glass posts summoned me back from the dead

Im so insane for dynamics of someone who is seen as so in charge and dangerous and a deadly guard dog except for the person that they’re guarding. Like, give me a ratchet that is notorious for killing his patients if they bore or anger him, who’s a death sentence no matter where he is, whether in the medbay or the battle field, just absolutely terrifying- except towards optimus. To optimus, and only to optimus, will he kneel and and serve.

That’s way too meaningful for this blog im sorry anyway i think optimus should ride ratchet until kingdom come but never let ratchet cum. Ratchet should be begging optimus to please please please, just let him overload, let him fill optimus’s valve with so much thick transfluid, let him get optimus pregnant, they’ll need someone to take over for them after the war and they’re dead, after all. Ratchet pleading and thrashing because he’s been denied so much his spike is starting to hurt. He isn’t even being sounded or has a cock-ring on, he’s having to resist by sheer force of will because optimus will be so disappointed if he fails.

Shattered glass optimus should get pregnant and still be strong and leading, but everyone quickly learns not to touch his growing belly or stare at him too long, because if he doesn’t rip you apart for it, his guard dog will certainly chew you up for it

-robooby

No, no, listen, guard dog dynamics turn me on, so they are appropriate for this blog. Very much obsessed with the thought of sg Ratchet being Optimus’ trusty dog that only listens to his orders and his orders only. Ratchet is a filthy menace who’ll maul anyone if his Prime orders it, and Optimus is the only one who can tell him no. He has a well-trained guard dog, thank you very much.

Honestly I wasn't even going down the pregnancy route which is a surprise, i know, but mhmm Ratchet begging to breed his Prime full of his pups, give him a worthy heir to the cause… he’s not allowed to overload without permission, though. Optimus is very particular about that. There is nothing stopping him but his own obedience. He’d fry his circuits holding back before disobeying Optimus’ orders. Optimus thinks it’s adorable. He’ll bully his knot and praise him for being so good… and when he does eventually let Ratchet cum inside… hrgh

I am such a sucker for big, scary & pregnant. Optimus’ baby-bump is for all to see, but not look at. He won’t stand for questioning looks – he’s Optimus Prime, he can carry and lead the autobots at the same time. mhmm i bet Optimus would go into battle even with a pregnant belly… he has to prove to his soldiers he’s still capable, after all. Ratchet would make sure he and the sparkling are always okay at the end of the day.

Ratchet is very protective. Anyone says one bad thing about the sparkling Optimus is carrying, and they wake up on his examination table with their insides hanging out. And that’s if he’s in a good mood.

#foaming at the mouth #valveplug #pregnancy mention #mechpreg #optiratch #sg optimus prime #sg ratchet

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mmmeto · 7 days

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I found a great movie/tv show scene the other day!

3 body problem (which is on Netflix) episode 6, 18 minutes and second seconds away from the end (sorry I can't find how far it is through the episode apart from the end time)

Edit: time stamp is 30:21

The character Auggie starts pretty violently throwing up and Saul is comforting her. I think I like this scene partly because of just how hot she is, the lack of control and his reactions

#ooooooh #both my favorite aspects #emeto #emetophilia

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mmmeto · 10 days

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okay but whumpee burping loudly and violently, caretaker brushing it off as whumpee eating too much, drinking too much, etc. but then whumpee lets out a slurry of half digested, hot, thick vom all over themselves

#mmm #emeto #eructo

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mmmeto · 12 days

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Alexis has a big night out.

As she ascended on the long RailCorp escalator, Alexis excitedly looked forward to another Friday night out at the Limo Bar. Behind her, the underground train platform slowly disappeared, and the brightly lit concourse came into view above her. The City East train station was the last stop on the underground line, and it led to the middle of the Downtown entertainment district of Port Sirius. The lower platforms dated all the way back to the 1940s, and had changed little.

It was only a block and a half to the Bar, which occupied an ancient industrial building at the edge of the financial district of Port Sirius. The Bar was really three bars, downstairs, and upstairs was Maximum, a thumping dance club. It was named the Limo Bar because, prior to decades when it was either empty, or a Persian Rug saleroom, it had been an auto shop and luxury Car Hire business. Despite her tender age of 22, Alexis had been frequenting the Bar since it was legal for her to do so, and she always felt safe and out, when she was there.

As Alexis, looking boyish yet feminine with her short dark hair and open, inquiring face, approached the Limo Bar, she could hear raised voices. To her surprise, the voices were familiar ones. Up ahead, next to the front doors of the bar, Joanne and Harriet were in a tense and difficult confrontation. Harriet, or Harri, had always been a special friend to Alex, where her older partner, Joanne, was colder and somehow indifferent. Now, the pair were in a shouting match, with the older woman on the offensive.

‘No!! Not interested. You can find somewhere else’.

‘You can’t do this’.

‘Screw you, Sweetie, I already have! It’s my place, so I can change the locks. And you can go to hell!’

At this point Joanne stormed off, leaving Harri at the steps of the bar, shrieking out loud obscenities. A small crowd was staring at the action. Slowly approaching the entrance, Alexis was soon spotted by Harriet, who had now ceased yelling out, and was beginning to calm down. They exchanged smiles.

‘Are you OK?’

‘Nope. But let’s not talk about that’.

Keen to get to her favourite stool, at the small bar at the rear of the ground floor, Alexis went inside, closely followed by Harri.

‘I’m really sorry you had to witness that’.

‘Don’t worry about it’.

‘No, seriously. It was not OK’. Despite saying that she did not want to talk about it, she obviously did, and was going to.

While Harriet was explaining the break-up in forensic detail, leaving nothing out, Alexis fondled her drink, taking slow sips every now and again. Her regular was gin and tonic with bitters and a twist of lemon. Given the prices they charged at the Limo Bar, and her modest earnings in retail, Alexis had to make every drink last a long time. As Harri droned on and on about the end of her coupling with Jo, and the unfairness of it all, Alex stared at the décor, and the swelling crowd of lesbians.

It was often fun for Alex to survey the crowd at the Limo, as she contemplated what she found best to look at. While Harri was going on and on about Jo’s sins, and downing shots of various spirits, she observed the mixture of fems and butches, tops and bottoms, and also the many who, like herself, were a little bit of everything. There were familiar ones, and there were others who she had never met, and the atmosphere was always good.

Some might have resented Harriet’s tirade that night, but Alexis was secretly attracted to the cute brunette, who was only a few years older than herself. The age difference might have been one of the things that doomed her and Joanne. At least, that was Alex’s theory.

‘Hey Harri … do ya wanna dance’. It was more of a command than a question.

‘Umm … Ok … yep, that would be cool. I could … *hic* … do that’.

The pair made their way up the stairs to the big dance club, and even though Harri was unsteady on her feet, Terri the bouncer knew them both, and waved them in.

An hour later, Alexis and Harriet were back in the downstairs bar, sitting on one of the plush lounges which lined the long side wall. While Alexis tried to unobtrusively touch and stroke the other girl, Harri was quaffing another drink, and begging Alex for her help.

‘Oh Alex, I’m in … in … a bit of a … *URP* … a bit of a tight spot. Y’know’.

‘Tell me everything’. She wanted to draw it out, while her hand probed the older girl’s thigh.

‘Got nowhere to go … *URP* … nowhere to … um … I’m homeless’. Harriet was obviously as drunk as a skunk, but Alexis did not care, because it was so nice groping her. She allowed her lamentation to continue for a while.

‘You can spend the night at mine, if you need to’.

‘Oh! Thank you, yer the besht’. She gave Alex a big boozy hug. It was chaotic, but enjoyable.

By the time it was just past eleven, Harri was completely wasted. She had spent all of her cash on fancy drinks. Meanwhile, Alexis was feeling a warm buzz, and had managed her drinks frugally. This was just as well, because they were ready to go, and Harri would clearly be useless. She could not afford a rideshare, and Harri was in no fit state. The last train was in about twenty minutes.

‘Come on, Harri, lets get you down to the station’.

Half-dragging her friend down the sidewalk, Alex managed to get them to the train station.

‘Have you got a MetroCard? No? I didn’t think so’. She used the last of her credit to buy a ticket at the machine.

As Alexis wrestled her paralytic buddy through the turnstiles and onto the descending escalator, she reflected on her situation. She was living in a small two-bedroom apartment in the new Grover Towers complex in Sherwood, which she could only manage because her father paid half of the rent for her. His generosity, if it could be called that, was mostly from guilt, after he had left her Mom, for his assistant at his accountancy firm.

The reason why this was on her mind, as Alex held Harriet up on the long descent to the platform, was that her Dad seemed to have a problem with her sharing the apartment. He had made it clear that overnight visitors were OK, but not waifs and strays and persons in need. Her job did not pay well, and she really needed to keep the old man on side.

‘I don’t feel so good’.

They had arrived at the platform, and Alex propped Harri up next to one of the huge square steel pillars which dominated the lower levels of the station. She did not look good. Not at all.

‘Just stay there, OK’. Alex went along the platform to get a closer look at the grime-covered Next Train indicator. Good. Theirs was not due for another seven minutes, and it was skipping most of the stations before Sherwood. She turned, and noticed that Harriet was leaning heavily on the pillar.

As Alexis approached her wasted companion, she heard her emit a long burp. Then Harri began brushing away her hair with her free hand, as she seemed to be hiccupping. She leaned further forward, and it suddenly dawned on Alex, that there was about to be an unpleasant event.

Making a small hurking noise, Harri spat out some clear gelatinous saliva, and then moaned. Now, Alex was behind her shoulder, and she began to gather up her friend’s hair.

‘It’s OK, just let it out. Just relax’.

Nothing happened for a few seconds, then Harri gave a shudder, and heaved, and a tiny thin dribble of watery sick poured onto the ground at the foot of the pillar. It made a small puddle. Breathing heavily, she moaned again.

Nothing happened, at first, except for a burp, a dry retch, and another burp.

“It’s OK, I’m here’. Alex was planning what to do when their train arrived. She did have an emergency plastic bag stashed away. It would have to do, because they could not miss the train.

Just then, following a low groan, Harri suddenly blew a large fountain of vomit all over the platform, simultaneously stepping backwards, as chunky yellow puke splattered everywhere. It was over in a matter of moments, creating a wide splatter puddle. There were long rays of lumpy splat, making an aura on the dark floor, and Alex was worried about her shoes.

A shocked silence descended on them, and the few others waiting for the train studiously pretended not to notice. But it did not last long.

Leaning even further forward, Harri heaved a second time. Her cheeks bulged, and an avalanche of lumpy throw up blurted forth. Wave after wave of the stuff projected down, in a seemingly endless outpouring of yellow fluid. It made a series of loud splattering noises as it met the ground, at the bottom of the square pillar.

There was another silence, and Alex nervously glanced at her phone. The train would arrive soon.

Before Alexis could think about the train, however, she had to focus on holding Harriet’s hair, as she unleashed yet another gigantic gushing flood of increasingly chunky vomit. It was the biggest puke yet, and when it was over, the mass of fresh wet sick at the base of the pillar was vast. It had a large round crater in the middle, testifying to the force of the latest torrent of sick.

When the headlights of the train appeared in the tunnel, Harri was puking up a few more mouthfuls.

‘Come on, get yourself together. The train is here’.

‘Oohh … sorry. I … I think I’ll be OK’.

The vomit smell had been incredibly strong, and when Alex dragged Harri onto the train, and sat her down with the plastic shopping bag, it was a relief. Nobody else was in their part of the carriage, to witness Harri retching and puking into the bag, or to notice that it had a small hole, and dripped.

Before too long, the train emerged from underground, and it stayed at street level until just before Sherwood station, which was beneath the famous Sherwood Mega Mall. As they left the train, Alex deposited the disgusting bag into a bin on the platform. Unfortunately, Harriet was still almost legless, and had to be helped along the exit to the street outside.

The big Grover Towers apartment building was a short distance from the Mega Mall, but about halfway there, they had to stop. Leaning on a bollard outside the pharmacy, Harriet was groaning.

‘Oh no … here it comes …’

She bent double, and heaved. There was a blur of yellow movement, as another surge of sloppy sick poured out of her open mouth. It made a pile of lumps and chunks and slush, right there on the sidewalk. After a hiatus, she repeated the puke with a second one, and the pile grew. She was leaning on the bollard, panting.

Eventually, feeling much better, Harri suggested that they could complete their walk. They left behind them a big yellow pile on the sidewalk.

In the elevator, Alexis was in a state of panic because of her fear that Harriet might repeat her recent performance. Happily, the lift remained vomit free. Plonking her inebriated friend on the sofa, with a plastic bucket in her arms, Alex made the bed in the spare room.

When Alexis was putting Harri to bed after undressing her, the brunette tried to kiss her. She gently resisted her.

‘Maybe tomorrow. After you have brushed your teeth. Several times’. Part of her did want to take advantage of the situation, and have sex with Harriet, but the thought of all the puking was a buzz kill, and anyway, she knew it would be wrong.

As Alex lay awake in her own bed, she wondered what to do about her unexpected house guest. She would need to get rid of her, to avoid problems with her controlling father, but she was so cute. Adorable, in fact. She thought of Harriet’s lovely body, closed her eyes, and slowly slid her fingers down to her moist vagina.

#emeto kink #emeto #emetophilia

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mmmeto · 13 days

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Pinch me squeeze me 🐖

#mmmm #fat #belly kink

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mmmeto · 15 days

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(this one is too good i gotta keep it in my asks. also whoops my response got really long)

anonymous said:

You'd look so good getting tentacles fucked, multiple tentacles in each hole. The tentacles that are deep in your boycunt keep pushing deeper and deeper, until you feel them push past your cervix. They curl past it, pumping what feels like gallons of aphrodisiac slick deep in you. The tentacles on your chest squeeze your tits, sliding and moving like they're milking you. You feel a bump pushing at your cunt, you let out a muffled scream that turns into a moan. The eggs pushing into you feel almost impossibly big, each one feels bigger than your fist. The tentacles in your mouth moves your head down so you can see the eggs moving deep in you, watch the bumps through your skin as they push through your cervix. The tentacles on your chest get rougher as you watch yourself get pumped full with more and more eggs. You're so blissed out from the feeling of being so full, you almost miss the milk that starts streaming out of your tits. The tentacles notice, though, and start moving faster and faster until you cum. They don't stop, just keep milking you, filling you up more and more with aphrodisiac slick and eggs.

my boycunt is obscenely wet as all of my holes are violated by tentacles. slick gushing out between thrusts, dripping down my thighs and ass, lubricating it as well as my sloppy pussy. everything feels impossibly stretched, my body pushed further than i ever could have imagined, and yet i still feel the tentacles in my boycunt pushing deeper inside me with each thrust even as my walls clench around them. finally they hit my cervix, and i breathe a sigh of relief that they can't go any further, maybe i'll even be able to adjust to my situation, rather than each of my senses being alight with pleasure and new sensations.

my thoughts are interrupted as i feel something pushing against my cervix, and i scream in pleasure as the sensitive barrier is thrusted against again and again by the tentacles, until i feel it give way under their assault. quickly they shove themselves through the opening, reaching my womb, and all at once i can feel them pouring an obscene amount of their aphrodisiac inside of me. my belly was already bulging with the sheer mass of tentacles inside me, but now its swollen with their aphrodisiac, sloshing with every thrust that bounces my body. my tits bounce alongside it, though at least they're somewhat stopped by the tentacles that have now wrapped around them to grope and massage them. its a strange feeling, but the experience of getting every hole pounded makes it hard to think of anything but the pure pleasure i'm experiencing.

that is, until a hard bump presses against my cunt from the outside, pushing at it. i start to groan from the pressure, but then one of the tentacles nudges my g spot just right and i scream as slick squirts from my cunt and my greedy hole swallows up the bump. its huge. i have no idea how something like that could even fit inside me. but the way its stretching my walls out and rubbing against my insides feels so good, so right. i'm so caught up with the egg inside me that i almost miss the second egg pushing into me, finding its way inside slightly easier than the last one, but that doesn't stop me from screaming as it forces its way into my once-tight hole. not long after, yet another egg is forcing its way inside me, right as the first one is deposited in my womb, the intense pressure on my cervix followed by a heavy weight settling in me as it finds its place.

the tentacles angle me so i'd almost be in a sitting position if i wasn't suspended in the air, tilting my head down so i can perfectly see my stomach, the bumps of the tentacles thrusting inside me, and the even larger bumps of the eggs continuing to move up through my body. i can even see the exact spot where they meet my cervix before settling in my womb.

its almost hypnotic, watching the steady stream of eggs being pumped into me. my mouth hangs open in a silent scream of pleasure, too far gone to make any sort of noise. except when a huge bump, larger than all the previous eggs, presses against my hole. but even then all i can do is let out a low guttural moan as the tentacles ram themselves into me, loosening me up until it can finally get enough purchase to slip inside, stretching me wide open. its ascent into my womb is slower than its siblings, but it feels oh so good. i'm only drawn out of my stupor of watching my slowly growing belly bump when a stray droplet of milk lands on the bump of the egg. i lean my head back slightly, i don't even know when i leaned over to better observe the eggs, and see my tits, with countless tentacles squeezing and massaging them, as well as two tentacles clamped onto my nipples. they look like they've grown, somehow, though i don't care to understand why. i let out a contented sigh as i finally register the feeling of the tentacles sucking my nipples, and this seems to spur them on as they start thrusting even faster than before.

my entire body shakes with the force of my orgasm, right as the extra large egg manages to penetrate my womb. my entire body feels on fire, but the tentacles only return to their previous pace of fucking me. i lean over to admire my belly again, just in time to see another egg forcing its way through my hole. my mouth hangs open in a silent, perpetual moan of bliss as i move my hands to stroke the bumps of the eggs through my womb, not giving a single thought as to my future as the tentacles breeder, but very happy with my eggs and milk

#ovi #ovipos #eggpreg #tentacles #monsterfucking nsft

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