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...