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    Mary had eaten too much, that was for sure. She had started to feel the tightness back around the third soft pretzel and cheese, but now after the funnel cake, three cokes, two beers, and four cupcakes, she felt a little drunk and pretty sick. Her stomach gurgled underneath her sweatshirt and she had to sit down as a wave of nausea overwhelmed her. She sipped on her recently purchased sprite, hoping that it would ease the pain in her stomach a little, but no such luck. She closed her eyes and pushed her fingers into her stomach. The resulting gurgle filled her mouth with vomit. She swallowed it back down with a moan and closed her eyes. 
    
    She wanted to go home, but her friends were still on rides and there was no way she could make it back to the car by herself. Her forehead was slick with sweat and her overstuffed stomach felt like it weighed a ton. She moaned again, more nausea coming and tried, fruitlessly, to rub the ache away. She stuck her hand up her shirt and fidgeted uselessly with her belly button when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to find her boyfriend Thomas looking down at her.

    "Hey Mer." he said with a smile, he took her hand in his and sat beside her. "We miss you on the rides." He smiled softly. "I miss you." Mary forced a smile and looked at him. Her ache got worse and she furrowed her brow. "Mer? Are you okay?" Thomas asked, his eyes concerned. Mary flushed red, looking up at him. She was too embarrassed to tell him what she'd done to herself, but it hurt sooo bad. Maybe he could help her back to the car. Or even...no....she wouldn't even think about it. A tummy rub was too much to ask. 

    "I think I ate too much." Mary said, rubbing a hand over her under belly. It gurgled in response as if to say, that's an understatement. Mary hid her head in her boyfriend's shoulder. Thomas made a soft soothing noise and rubbed her back.

    "Do you have a tummy ache, sweetheart?" Thomas asked, to which Mary only nodded. Thomas kissed her forehead. "You know that greasy food makes you sick." He murmured, as this wasn't the first time Mary had been feeling lousy at a fair. She nodded again.

    "It's just so good." she whined softly and closed her eyes. Thomas gently ran his hand over her stomach, something that sent shivers up her spine. It felt so good. She was about to tell him that when she felt the gurgles start. Hot vomit rose in her throat and she pulled away and ran to the trash can. Thomas was right behind her and, mercifully, held her hair back as she vomited forty dollars worth of fair food into the garbage. Then, as another heat wave hit her she passed out. 

    Mary woke in the back of Thomas's jeep, her head in his lap and his hand stroking back her hair from her sweaty forehead. Her stomach hurt, a low ache in the underbelly and she moaned slightly. She didn't feel good, she was still hot and the movement of the car was only making her dizzy. "Tom." She murmured softly. "I don't feel so good." Her boyfriend nodded, bending down to kiss her nose. 

    "I know sweetheart." He said, his eyes on hers. "We're almost home." Mary nodded and closed her eyes, falling back asleep in Tom's arms. 
    Mary had eaten too much, that was for sure. She had started to feel the tightness back around the third soft pretzel and cheese, but now after the funnel cake, three cokes, two beers, and four cupcakes, she felt a little drunk and pretty sick. Her stomach gurgled underneath her sweatshirt and she had to sit down as a wave of nausea overwhelmed her. She sipped on her recently purchased sprite, hoping that it would ease the pain in her stomach a little, but no such luck. She closed her eyes and pushed her fingers into her stomach. The resulting gurgle filled her mouth with vomit. She swallowed it back down with a moan and closed her eyes. 
    
    She wanted to go home, but her friends were still on rides and there was no way she could make it back to the car by herself. Her forehead was slick with sweat and her overstuffed stomach felt like it weighed a ton. She moaned again, more nausea coming and tried, fruitlessly, to rub the ache away. She stuck her hand up her shirt and fidgeted uselessly with her belly button when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to find her boyfriend Thomas looking down at her.

    "Hey Mer." he said with a smile, he took her hand in his and sat beside her. "We miss you on the rides." He smiled softly. "I miss you." Mary forced a smile and looked at him. Her ache got worse and she furrowed her brow. "Mer? Are you okay?" Thomas asked, his eyes concerned. Mary flushed red, looking up at him. She was too embarrassed to tell him what she'd done to herself, but it hurt sooo bad. Maybe he could help her back to the car. Or even...no....she wouldn't even think about it. A tummy rub was too much to ask. 

    "I think I ate too much." Mary said, rubbing a hand over her under belly. It gurgled in response as if to say, that's an understatement. Mary hid her head in her boyfriend's shoulder. Thomas made a soft soothing noise and rubbed her back.

    "Do you have a tummy ache, sweetheart?" Thomas asked, to which Mary only nodded. Thomas kissed her forehead. "You know that greasy food makes you sick." He murmured, as this wasn't the first time Mary had been feeling lousy at a fair. She nodded again.

    "It's just so good." she whined softly and closed her eyes. Thomas gently ran his hand over her stomach, something that sent shivers up her spine. It felt so good. She was about to tell him that when she felt the gurgles start. Hot vomit rose in her throat and she pulled away and ran to the trash can. Thomas was right behind her and, mercifully, held her hair back as she vomited forty dollars worth of fair food into the garbage. Then, as another heat wave hit her she passed out. 

    Mary woke in the back of Thomas's jeep, her head in his lap and his hand stroking back her hair from her sweaty forehead. Her stomach hurt, a low ache in the underbelly and she moaned slightly. She didn't feel good, she was still hot and the movement of the car was only making her dizzy. "Tom." She murmured softly. "I don't feel so good." Her boyfriend nodded, bending down to kiss her nose. 

    "I know sweetheart." He said, his eyes on hers. "We're almost home." Mary nodded and closed her eyes, falling back asleep in Tom's arms. 

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I loooooove to write, hit me up if you want something done. I will write pretty much everything, but super sexual, and I love sick fics.

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