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...)