Emergency Shower Spew


I’ve been in the midst of a family crisis lately - nothing life-
threatening, but there’s been a lot of tension, hostility, anger, and 
anxiety all around me. This afternoon it came to a head, leaving me 
filled with every unpleasant emotion imaginable. I desperately need to 
purge myself of all this! I need to *PUKE*!

I'd love to set up an elaborate scene for maximum enjoyment, but I 
don't have the time or the privacy - someone might come in any minute 
now. The shower seems like the best place for a quick spew; the sound 
of the water running will cover most of the noises I can't help 
making, and it will be easy to wash away the evidence.

I bring a 16-ounce (that's half a liter, for the rest of the world) 
plastic cup and a straw into the shower with me. When the water is 
running nice and warm, I fill up the cup from the spray, and gulp it 
down as quickly as I can. I fill it and drink it twice more, although 
it's difficult to swallow the last cupful. My stomach is already in 
knots from tension, and it's not happy with the load of water that is 
giving my belly a visible bulge. I swallow some air and force myself 
to burp as deeply as I can, trying to get things started, but it only 
increases the pressure in my stomach.

I burp some more, forcing out the end of the belch, and push with my 
hands against my swollen belly. I am rewarded with the taste of bile 
in the back of my throat, which makes me retch a bit. But nothing's 
really coming up. I want to get rid of all the water I swallowed 
before my body starts to process it the more "normal" way... but 
mainly I just want and need to release the emotional pressure by 
releasing the abdominal pressure!

The shower spray washes down over me, and I open my mouth, letting the 
warm spray tickle the back of my mouth and trigger my gag reflex. I 
retch violently, and nearly choke on the water; well, that wasn't a 
good idea after all! I press on my stomach some more, feeling the 
water slosh inside me, and the feeling makes me queasier. I decide to 
get it over with, and stick my fingers down my throat.

Immediately I start to gag and retch continuously. I spit up a few 
mouthfuls, but I keep my fingers against the back of my throat, and 
the next heave brings up a satisfyingly huge wave of sour-tasting 
liquid. I lean forward, and the next wave is even bigger; it splatters 
onto the shower floor and swirls away in the water. I press both hands 
against my belly as hard as I can, trying to retch deeply at the same 
time, and I spew up another gush of warm, slippery vomit. It runs down 
over my tits and belly, and trickles down my thighs, until it, too, 
gets washed away. The ends of my hair are sticky with puke. All too 
soon, though, I find myself bringing up nothing more than spit... but 
my need to expel everything is far from satisfied!

I fill the cup again with warm water from the shower head. It's hard 
to get it down, since I'm still gagging slightly, but I force myself 
to drink about a cupful and a half. This time it doesn't take much to 
make me throw up again - all I have to do is press on a sensitive area 
on the front of my neck, which always makes me gag. Another wave of 
warm spew gushes down my front, dripping from my erect nipples, but 
I'm too occupied with vomiting to even bother to touch myself. I heave 
violently, and I feel something warmer than the shower water, warmer 
even than my vomit, trickling down my legs. I'm puking so hard I piss 
myself -apparently my body has already begun to absorb some of the 
water. It doesn't matter, though, because the shower washes everything 
away.

I stick my finger down my throat again, trying to get every last bit 
of stomach contents to come up. The amount is disappointing, but I see 
traces of light brown from the chocolate doughnut I ate six hours ago! 
But there's really nothing left to puke up. I feel drained, but a lot 
better now.

I quickly finish my shower, dry myself off, and lie down, feeling weak 
and shaky, and I fall asleep for a little while. I wake up after 
twenty minutes or so, needing to pee again, with traces of confused 
erotic dreams fading as I wake... but I feel much calmer, and better 
able to deal with the next crisis when it happens...