Stacey moaned from the cramping in her stomach. She had woken up with a stomach ache and she was also feeling really nauseous on top of that. She also discovered that she had a fever of 102 degrees, so she decided to try and lie down.
After a few minutes of restless sleep, Stacey felt a strong wave of cramps squeeze her stomach, and then she had an intense urge to go to the bathroom.
Dammit, I gotta take a shit! She thought as she carefully peeled herself off the couch, trying not to upset her stomach. She waddled over to the bathroom, closed the door, pulled her pants down, and sat down on the toilet.
A few seconds after she sat down, a wave of diarrhea squirted out of her and splattered the toilet. She clutched her stomach and grunted, triggering another wave of diarrhea to squirt into the bowl.
Then, Stacey felt an intense roiling in her stomach, and clamped a hand over her mouth. She grabbed the trash can sitting next to the toilet and buried her head in it while a wave of vomit violently spewed out of her mouth.
The vomiting in turn, triggered yet another wave of diarrhea that seemed to erupt out of her ass with the force of a volcano. When Stacey was able to catch her breath, she groaned due to the burning sensation down in her anus.
"Hunngh..." Pleeaaarrrgghhhhplrplrplrplrplrplrplrploploploploploploploploploplop! "...guh!"
"Munnngh..." Shhhlleeaaarrrrrrggghhhlurlurlurlurlurlurblrblrblrblrblrblpblpblpblpblpblp! "...guah!"
Sssssshhhhplopplopplopplopplopplop! Blurblurblurblurblur! Pleaaarrgghhhplurplurplurplurplurplooorrrrfffftttt!
"Oh God, ow," she moaned and curled over on the toilet, with both arms curled around her stomach.
She just sat there and waited for another round. And it eventually came, first the diarrhea, then the vomiting, and then the diarrhea again. This cycle was constantly coming and going. One moment she was shitting her intestines out with the force of an erupting volcano, the next she was vomiting her guts up. There was hardly any time in between for her to rest.
Just as soon as a violent diarrhea wave would end, another wave of vomit would start pouring out of her with no time to spare. After roughly 3 to 5 minutes of both violently shitting on the toilet and spewing vomit into a nearby trash can, Stacey was now sweating bullets and she was exhausted.
"Oh God please, have mercy," she whimpered, and then grunted while another violent diarrhea wave suddenly sprayed out of her.
Her stomach had calmed down a little, but it still hurt. It was still rumbling and roiling. She stifled a few sick belches while a few more squirts of liquid diarrhea spluttered out of her ass. She continued to sit there and wait for her body to completely cleanse itself of whatever had been plaguing her.
After what felt like hours, Stacey's violent diarrhea and vomiting had finally died down enough to the point where she could actually move out of the bathroom and back into her bedroom. She cleaned herself up, flushed the toilet, disposed of the trash sack, washed her hands, and went to lay down.