The Vomitron


"Jo, you are so spunky about so many things, it confuses me when
you're fearful about others," said Jeri. "We've got to do something
about that. What are you afraid of, and why are you so afraid of it?"

Jeri was obviously the more assertive of the two; it was more than
just her being taller, stronger, and a bit older than Jo. Jo *was*
"spunky", but also a bit timid, and almost innocent in some odd ways.
She looked up to Jeri with a devotion that came close to hero-worship,
and Jeri frankly liked it that way. The two women with their mannish
names were both quite satisfied with their relationship.

"It's sort of hard to explain. Please don't laugh at me..." said Jo.
"I'm really terrified that I'm going to do something and embarrass
myself in public."

"What kind of 'something'?" Jeri wanted to know.

"Please don't laugh at me," Jo said again. She hesitated, eyes
downcast, then said, "I'm especially afraid that I might get sick and
throw up in public. Then everyone would be disgusted with me, and hate
me for doing something so revolting. And you know I have a nervous
stomach, and I feel sick a lot, so there's always the possibility that
I *will* suddenly have to throw up and not be able to get to a bathroom
in time."

"What about if you *do* get to a bathroom? What if nobody sees or
hears you?" probed Jeri.

"That's not quite as bad, but it's still awful. I hate feeling sick!
And I hate actually throwing up even more! Don't you hate it too?
Isn't it the worst feeling in the world?"

"To be perfectly honest, Jo, I don't feel that way at all. Nobody
enjoys feeling sick, of course, but I sometimes even *like* the
feeling when I upchuck." Jeri couldn't quite hide her smile at the
comic expression of shock and confusion on Jo's face when she said
this.

"How on earth can you like that???"

"Well, for one thing, it's usually a huge relief - you feel so much
better once your stomach has gotten rid of whatever was disagreeing
with it."

Jo nodded, she could relate to that part, but Jeri continued, "And
even aside from that, the way the muscles in your belly contract...
well, it's very close to a sexual feeling." Jo's expression grew much
more horrified at this. "Want me to show you?" said Jeri.

"Eww, no way!" was the immediate reply.

"It's a sexual fetish, the kind of thing they call a 'paraphilia',"
Jeri explained. "You know how some people get off on piss or shit?
This is just another body-fluid fetish, and probably not even as
harmful as the other kinds. It's called emetophilia... and your fear
of throwing up is called emetophobia. There's some psychological
bullshit about how the two are probably related, but who cares?
Anyway, some emetophiles get off more on doing it, and some get more
of a kick from being around when someone else spews. And a lot of
emetophiles get turned on either way. There are even some who like it
best when someone throws up on them!"

"Jeri, that's *disgusting*! If someone chucked up on me, it would make
me so sick that I'd chuck too. Even talking about it is making me feel
a little ill..." Jo put her hand to her stomach, underscoring her
words.

"Well, I do want to explain one more thing. There's possibly a
physical reason people can get turned on by tossing their cookies.
There's a main set of nerves that go from the spinal cord to the
internal organs, including the lungs, stomach, and sex organs. When
you cough, throw up, hiccup, or have an orgasm, the nerve signals for
these things go through that main nerve bundle. And it's like a
telephone cable with lots of wires together, so it stands to reason
that sometimes one set of nerve signals affect other nerves nearby. In
other words, some of the signals that tell your stomach to vomit might
get mixed up with other signals that tell you to come!"

"That sounds pretty weird!"

"All I know is, it feels really good to empty myself out like that.
Sometimes it's almost as if I'm puking up all the tension and stress
that have been affecting me, getting rid of them by literally forcing
them out of my body. It leaves me feeling very relaxed, and also very
horny!"

"I don't know..." began Jo in a very dubious tone of voice.

"Maybe the best way would be for me to show you. There are some
relatively safe ways to make yourself throw up. It's not like being
bulimic - *that* can really be bad for you. Just let me demonstrate to
you how it can be a form of pleasure."

"Well, all right, I guess..." Jo still wasn't sure she wanted to do
this, but she did want to please her lover.

Having made the decision to at least try to see things Jeri's way,
they both took off their clothes, and went into the bathroom together.
Jeri ran the tap in the sink, adjusting the water temperature till it
was bathwater-warm, then drank down several glasses of it. It was
obvious that she was having trouble forcing it down, but Jeri kept
swallowing steadily, until finally she couldn't take any more.

When she was done, she told Jo, "Put your hand on my belly, right
there. Feel how full it is?" Jo could not only feel it, she could see
Jeri's tummy actually bulging a little with the load of water she'd
just filled it with. "Feel the water sloshing around in my stomach?
Push on it a little bit..."

Jo pressed her hand gently against her lover's distended abdomen, and
did, indeed, feel the liquid gurgling and sloshing inside her. It
revolted her, and she started to pull her hand away, but Jeri said,
"No... press harder, I want you to." Jo pressed a little harder, and
Jeri made a noise halfway between a burp and a retch. Jo was even more
revolted, but Jeri grinned and said, "Now we get down to serious
business!"

Jeri knelt in front of the toilet and instructed Jo to kneel right
behind her, with her hands on the older girl's stomach again. Then, to
Jo's increasing horror, Jeri stuck her finger down her throat and
began to gag! With every retch and dry heave, Jo felt the other
woman's stomach muscles contracting under her hands. It was
disgusting, but there was something intimate about it as well.

Jeri gagged and spit a mouthful into the toilet, but kept stimulating
her gag reflex. It only took another couple of retches before she
began to vomit in earnest. A wave of liquid rushed up from her stomach
and erupted out of her mouth, pouring into the toilet with a loud
splashing noise. Jo felt every spasm of Jeri's belly, forcing another
torrent upward, then another. The whole bizarre scene was making her
feel distinctly ill herself - she really did have a nervous stomach.
But at the same time, she had to admit to herself that it might be
turning her on a little bit, in an odd way. And she could tell that
Jeri was turned on too.

Again and again Jeri retched, heaved, and puked up more waves of
liquid. It was mostly water, but it still had a distinctly vomitous
smell, and that added to Jo's queasiness. Finally Jeri seemed to have
nothing left in her stomach to throw up, and after a few more dry-
heaves, she stopped putting her finger down her throat. She leaned
back against Jo, shaking and covered with sweat, but smiling. Vomit
coated her hand and arm, and the sour stench filled the little room.
Jo couldn't take any more. She burped miserably, feeling her gorge
rising, and said in a strangled voice, "Jeri, please get out of the
bathroom... I think I'm going to be sick too!"

"Go ahead... but I'm staying right here. What have you possibly got to
be ashamed of with me?" Jo whimpered softly and waved one hand feebly,
indicating that Jeri should go, but Jeri simply sat back out of the
way and let Jo move closer to the toilet. It was still full of Jeri's
puke, and the sight and smell overwhelmed Jo with nausea. With an
agonized "Urrrrrrp!", she leaned forward and threw up.

Once she started, she didn't think she would ever be able to stop. She
could barely catch her breath between heaves, as her stomach contents
fountained out of her mouth. Incredibly, she felt Jeri's hands on her
midriff, pressing her stomach in time with the muscular contractions,
actually helping her spew. She was crying as she choked and vomited,
wanting to die from the miserable feeling of sickness and the
unbearable embarrassment of having Jeri see her losing control, losing
her lunch.

Finally she, too, was empty, although she continued to retch and weep
until her stomach became resigned to the fact that it had nothing left
to throw up. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." she gasped, as Jeri let go of
her and reached over to flush the toilet. She curled up in an agonized
ball, forehead on her knees, "I'm so sorry ...." she murmured again.

"Hush, Jo... nothing for you to be sorry about..." Jeri moistened a
handful of tissues with cool water and wiped Jo's face clean. "You
didn't disgust me at all. Quite the opposite, in fact..." She took
Jo's hand and placed it on her own breast, so that Jo could feel how
stiff the nipple was. Jo was too confused, and too weakened by all the
puking she'd done, to say or do anything.

Jeri helped her up and started pulling her towards the bedroom but Jo
shook her head. Her eyes were tearing up, "It's too much for me, look,
we're all messy - could we have a shower together and get cleaned up?"

"Oh, sure!" Jeri helped Jo into the shower and turned on the water.
Once it was adjusted to a comfortable temperature, she took the hand-
held shower head and began to gently wash her companion. As Jo
recovered some of her composure, she also started helping Jeri get
cleaned up. At first, all they did was bathe each other, washing the
sweat and vomit off each other's bodies. But soon they were giggling
as they caressed each other with soapsuds, or aimed the tingling
shower spray at a sensitive spot. Finally Jeri shut off the water,
and the two young women stepped out of the shower and quickly toweled
themselves partially dry. Even the friction of a towel was an erotic
gesture now.

Jeri's hands and mouth were all over Jo's body, and Jo realized to her
own surprise just how aroused she actually was. She began to
reciprocate the other woman's caresses, but turned her head away when
Jeri tried to kiss her on the mouth. She was still ashamed of herself
for vomiting in front of Jeri (and even more so because it had been
nothing more than a "sympathy spew"), and she didn't want her lover to
taste the sourness that lingered in her mouth. So Jeri turned her
attention instead to Jo's nipples, nibbling and sucking them till Jo
was squirming and arching her back, frantic with desire. At the same
time, Jeri's fingers probed between Jo's legs, the younger woman's
wetness making it easy for her to slip two fingers inside her while
her thumb pressed against her clit. Jo was already so turned on that
she came almost immediately. As she gasped and moaned, "Ohhh, Jeri!",
some strange corner of her mind suddenly realized that the convulsive
spasms of orgasm *were* a lot like the convulsive spasms of vomiting.
Jeri was just as aroused as Jo had been, and she ground her sex
against Jo's thigh, while Jo, still breathless, tweaked both of Jeri's
erect nipples at once. Jeri cried out also as she came, pressing
herself against her lover. They clung together, holding each other
tightly and gasping for air... and soon the two women, their bodies
wrung out by puking and fucking, fell asleep in each other's arms.

They talked about it a lot in the days that followed. Jo was still
ashamed of vomiting in the presence of her lover - after all, her
worst fear was that she would get sick in public, and that people who
saw and heard and smelled her sickness would be revolted by her "lack
of self-control", as she saw it. She also still didn't understand how
Jeri could *enjoy* making herself throw up. But Jeri kept assuring Jo
that, instead of being revolted when Jo vomited, she was more turned
on and more in love with her than ever. Jeri also explained again
about emetophilia, and showed Jo some websites with graphic photos of
people (especially women) vomiting, and emetophilic erotic stories -
she called them "puke porn". Jo slowly began to get used to the idea,
although she still didn't think she'd ever really like it.

Then one day Jo was reading a magazine when Jeri walked in, holding a
small box in her hand. "I've just been to visit the Mad Geniuses, and
look what they've gone and built!" Jo saw that the device, whatever it
was, came in two pieces; a flat metal disc about the size of a watch
face, and a little square box with a pushbutton on it.

"What is it, Jeri? What does it do?"

Jeri grinned. "It stimulates certain areas of the brain selectively.
To be more precise, it stimulates the vomiting center. See, the way
they explained it to me, feeling sick and actually throwing up are two
different things, controlled by different parts of the brain. It's
theoretically possible to chunder without feeling any nausea at all -
just bam, from a cold start, up it comes. That's what this device is
designed to do. They call it the Vomitron!"

"Um, how do you use it?"

"You take this piece here - this is the electrode," (she held up the
small disc), "and attach it to the back of your head, right where the
spinal cord enters the skull. Then, when you press the button on the
control box here, the electrode sends the right kind of signals to the
vomiting center in your brain, and voila - instant upchuck."

"Why on earth did they build something like that?"

"Beats me. They're AnarchArtists - who understands why AnarchArtists
do anything they do? When I left, Arkady was talking about turning it
into some sort of ray gun, without the electrode, and UltraViolet was
simultaneously explaining why it couldn't be done and trying to figure
out how to do it."

"Do you suppose they actually used it themselves?"

"It wouldn't surprise me. You know what a sensation-seeker UltraViolet
is. And Arkady always wants to test their inventions. For all I know,
it was his idea to begin with. Here, let's test it ourselves!"

As Jeri explained, Jo got a piece of surgical tape and attached the
electrode to the base of Jeri's skull - Jeri had a short, boyish
haircut, so it wasn't much of a problem to stick it down. Jeri leaned
over the sink and pushed the button. Instantly, she made a surprised
"blup!" sort of noise, and heaved up one moderate wave of partially-
digested lunch. The sight, sound, and smell still disgusted Jo, but
she was beginning to get used to it. Jeri grinned, and said "That felt
very odd... no warning except the muscles getting ready to contract.
No unpleasant straining or choking. Hmmm..." and she pressed the
button again. Another precise wave of vomit spouted from her mouth
into the sink. After a moment, Jeri rinsed everything down the drain
and said, "Okay, now help me take it off." As Jo complied, Jeri said,
"I want *you* to wear it for a while. But I'll keep the control box. I
want you to get used to the possibility of throwing up with no
warning, any time, any place. Don't worry, I'll be reasonable with 
you...."

"I'm not sure I like that idea, Jeri..." Jo began.

"Don't you trust me? You know I won't do anything sadistic like making
you chuck up in front of our friends, or on the bus. But I know you
like it when I take charge of things."

"Of course I trust you, Jeri. It's just a little weird, you know? And
I still hate throwing up."

"That's part of why I want you to wear it. I want you to learn to like
it instead of hate it... or at least not be bothered by it. But most
of all, I want you to get used to it always being a possibility, so
the possibility won't frighten you any more."

Jo nodded slowly, and turned around so that Jeri could attach the
electrode to the back of her head. Jo's hair was even shorter than
Jeri's - she had just gotten a buzz cut. The surgical tape held the
little metal disc neatly against the base of her skull.

"Jo, let's test this just a little bit. Stand by the sink, and don't
fight it." Jo braced her hands on either side of the bathroom sink,
wondering nervously what it would feel like. Jeri stood behind her,
out of her line of sight. Nothing happened for a few moments, and then
Jo felt a strange sort of electrical tingle deep within her brain. At
the same time, she felt her throat opening up, and then her stomach
and abdomen contracted smoothly, and a gush of stomach contents poured
out of her mouth. It felt very strange, to vomit without feeling
nauseous, gagging, or retching, and without even any warning except
the faint tingling in her brain and the moment when her throat
involuntarily expanded. As she thought about this, she felt the buzz
in her head again, and immediately threw up again.

"Please, Jeri - no more for now, okay?" Jeri nodded, and put her arm
around the other girl. "Are you all right?" she asked.

Jo nodded, "Mostly, yes." She rinsed her mouth out, still a bit
confused by the conflicting sensations and emotions the whole idea
created.

They tried to spend their time as normally as possible, but Jo was
always naggingly aware of the electrode at the back of her neck, and
the control unit in Jeri's pocket. She tried to get used to it, and to
forget it was there, but she couldn't quite put it out of her mind
completely. She was still somewhat nervous at the possibility that she
might unexpectedly spew, any time, anywhere. But there were things to
do; the afternoon went by, and the evening, and then it was time for
bed.

They slid into each other's arms as they slid into bed together,
hugging and cuddling. Both of them loved to touch and be touched, and
some nights all they did was snuggle. Other nights, though, they
couldn't wait to make love to each other... and this was one of those
nights.

Jeri pulled Jo close to her and kissed her passionately, and Jo
eagerly returned the kiss. They began caressing each other, teasingly
at first, stroking and fondling everywhere but the most sensitive
places. "Do me, Jo!" Jeri whispered commandingly, and Jo was eager to
comply. She began running her fingertips lightly around Jeri's
nipples, taking pleasure in the pleasure she knew she was giving her
lover. Then she switched to nibbling and sucking on first one nipple,
then the other, while her fingers gently probed inside the other
woman's sex. Jeri arched her back and hissed with passion as Jo's
finger found her G-spot, then writhed even more passionately when Jo
sucked hard on her nipple. Jo continued to stimulate her lover,
knowing that she would receive as good as she gave... and it always
turned her on to feel her partner's responses as she brought her
closer and closer to orgasm. Jo nibbled on Jeri's nipples, alternating
between them, and letting her feel just a hint of teeth, while
continuing to play with her pussy and clit. She could tell that Jeri
was very close to coming, and she flicked her tongue over the rigidly
erect nipple in her mouth...

...and then she felt that strange electrical feeling at the base of
her brain again. She had just an instant to realize that Jeri had
pressed the button on the Vomitron, and then Jo threw up, all over
Jeri's tits! A wave of vomit erupted out of her, completely beyond her
control, cascading onto Jeri's breasts. Jeri's body convulsed, as Jo's
stomach was convulsing, and Jeri moaned loudly as she had a drawn-out,
mind-blowing orgasm. It was clear to Jo that her puking on Jeri's tits
had made Jeri come like never before. But at the same time Jo still
felt ashamed, for losing control, losing her dinner, all over the
woman she loved, and at such an intimate moment. She began to cry...
"I'm so sorry, Jeri..."

"Ssshh... nothing to be sorry about. I *wanted* you to do that! I
wanted it so much! I'm glad the Mad Geniuses gave us this little toy,
so I could make this happen. Goddess, that was so good! You deserve a
reward for giving me so much pleasure!" And the older woman turned
Jo's face towards her and kissed her again, deliberately savoring the
sour vomit taste of her mouth. She ran her hands over Jo's breasts,
making circular motions with her palms on Jo's nipples, and then
lowered her head and began sucking and nibbling the way she had just
been nibbled and sucked. Her fingers slipped easily into the younger
woman's pussy - she was already quite aroused from having pleasured
her lover, and (although she didn't consciously know it) from the
spasms created by Jeri's unexpected use of the Vomitron. It took only
a few moments before Jo was squirming and gasping at every touch. "Do
you want to come, lover?" said Jeri.

"Oh, please, yes, please!" moaned Jo. Jeri stroked her labia, keeping
Jo just on the edge of orgasm. "Ask me, lover - ask me for what you
want!" Jeri teased.

"Please, Jeri - I need to come!" she begged. Jeri fingered the girl's
clit, and after only a few of her deft strokes, the young woman began
to come. As she ascended to the highest peak of her orgasm, Jeri
triggered the Vomitron again! More of Jo's stomach contents erupted
out of her mouth, pouring down over her own breasts and onto her
lover. With every pulsation of Jo's orgasm, Jeri used the Vomitron
again and again. Jo came, and spewed, and came, and spewed, every
muscle in her body contributing to the most intense orgasm she'd ever
had. Finally, when she couldn't come any more, and she had nothing
left to throw up, she collapsed back onto the bed and went limp. She
felt Jeri's fingers gently removing the electrode from the back of her
head.

"There now... emetophilia can be fun after all!"

Jo could barely speak. She gasped, "Oh, Jeri... that was so...
amazing... Goddess, yes!"

"See, throwing up isn't anything to be afraid of, now, is it?"

Still panting, Jo replied, "Not if it can give us pleasures like
*that*!"

"But I'm afraid we're going to have to do something about this bed..."


(And in another part of town, in the cluttered quarters that served
the Mad Geniuses as both dwelling and workshop, Arkady was
entertaining a gentleman caller. He sat in the Comfy Chair, leaning
forward, devoting himself to what he liked to call "worshipping at the
altar of the Horned God". His visitor stood in front of him to receive his
attentions, looking down at the top of Arkady's woefully receding
hairline. Neither of them noticed UltraViolet standing in the doorway
with a new toy in her hand - a small box with a pushbutton on the side
and a nozzle-like antenna on one end. She smiled faintly, debating
which of the two men to aim it at...)