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Chapter 1.

Dr. Beverly Crusher of the USS Enterprise was sitting in her office in Sickbay when there was a knock on the door. Beverly looked up to see the ship's Counselor, Deanna Troi, standing in the doorway. "What can I do for you, Deanna?" Beverly asked.

"I was wondering if you could take a look at me. I haven't been feeling good the last couple of days and I think I might have a touch of that Antarian Flu that's been going around the ship lately."

"Sure, I'd be glad to." The Antarian Flu outbreak had started right after the crew had been on shore leave at Starbase 32. It was usually short-lived, but caused horrible symptoms, including severe nausea and violent vomiting. One-third of the crew was confined to bed rest since the outbreak started.

Beverly led Deanna, who looked very pale and drawn, into sickbay. "Sit up here and I'll get my tricorder," Beverly said, indicating an examining bed. Deanna sat on the bed and Dr. Crusher returned with the tricorder. She had scanned the Counselor for a minute when Deanna said, "Beverly, I think I'm going to be sick to my stom..." The doctor turned to get a basin but Deanna leaned over and vomited profusely on the clean deck. Beverly reached out and drew Deanna's hair away from her face as she delivered another stream of vile smelling vomit to the deck. Deanna sat back up, took a couple of deep breaths and said, "I think I'm finished now."

Beverly leaned over with a tissue and wiped Deanna's face and mouth. Some of the vomit had run down her chin and the doctor tenderly wiped it off and disposed of the tissue.

"I'm sorry about the deck." Deanna said.

"Don't worry about it. I'll have the MedTech clean it up later." Beverly reached for a hypospray and injected it into Deanna's arm. "This will relieve the symptoms for a while. Why don't you lie down for a little bit and come see me in my office when you're feeling better?"

"Thanks Beverly." Deanna said, as she stretched out on the exam bed.

Dr. Crusher returned to her office and flopped down in her desk chair. She leaned back and began to ponder upon what had just occurred in sickbay. Beverly had been a doctor for almost twenty years and had seen many people vomit over the years. However, the sight of Deanna vomiting had aroused her. Normally, people throwing up was just part of the job, but she found watching the attractive Betazoid vomit strangely erotic. Just thinking about it excited her even more. She glanced around to make sure she was alone. She loosened the front of her uniform trousers and slid her hand down into her panties. When she pulled her hand out, her fingers were moist. Strange...

"Beverly..." Deanna was standing in the doorway.

"Are you feeling better?" asked the doctor.

"Yes, thank you."

"Deanna, you're not going to believe this, but..." Beverly's voice tapered off.

"What is it?"

"Well, I don't quite know how to say this."

"It doesn't matter, just tell me. After all, I am the ship's counselor."

"Oh, OK. Watching you vomit in there excited me. I mean excited me sexually."

"Hmm. That doesn't surprise me at all. I know quite a few people that become excited at the sight of someone vomiting. Many men have a fetish about watching women throw up. It's not that unusual."

"But another woman...?"

"Yes, that happens too. Many women have latent lesbian tendencies. To tell the truth, I get excited at the idea of others vomiting also. I can become excited enough to want to join them and throw up myself."

"Well, I'm going to have to think about this at some length. Why don't you stop by my quarters tonight after dinner and we can discuss it over a cup of tea?"

"I'd love to. I haven't seen your quarters since you redecorated anyway. See you then." Deanna turned and left Beverly's office.

"Hmmm, this could be quite interesting." Beverly thought. "I'll have to think about this some more."

Chapter 2.

Shortly after dinner, the door chime on Beverly's quarters sounded. "Enter." Deanna Troi walked into the room. She was wearing a flowing caftan that looked very comfortable. Beverly was similarly attired in a lounging outfit consisting of slacks and a loose tunic.

"Hello, Deanna. How's the flu?"

"Whatever you gave me seemed to do the trick. I feel fine now."

"Well, that strain of flu doesn't last long. Now, tell me more about this thing about vomiting being a turn-on. I still don't understand it."

"Most people who get sexually excited about vomit can't explain why they feel that way. I know I can't. It's just something that happens."

"Have you actually engaged in that kind of behavior?" The doctor part of Beverly was talking now.

"Well, sort-of."

"Tell me about it."

"OK. It was about ten years ago, just before I joined Starfleet. I was attending school on Earth to get a better feel for the psychology of humans. I was studying one night when my roommate returned from a party. Somehow, she and her friends had found some old mescal and gotten really drunk."

"What's mescal?"

"It's an old Earth alcoholic beverage, distilled from a cactus plant. It makes Romulan Ale look like lemonade. The stuff apparently is so bad that there is a worm in the bottom of the bottle."

"Ooohhh! That sounds terrible!"

"Oh, it was, believe me. Anyhow, she was so drunk she could hardly stand up. I knew she was going to puke - pardon the expression - soon. I took her into the bathroom and put her down in front of the toilet. It didn't take long. She tossed up the vilest, horrid mess I have ever seen. She must have barfed for half an hour."

"What happened then? Did you have sex with her?"

"No. She was so drunk that I put her to bed and let her sleep it off."

"Did you get excited?"

"Oh, you bet! After I got her to bed, I crawled into bed myself and masturbated for an hour. I kept re-living what I had just seen and having one orgasm after another."

"Did you ever make love to her, Deanna?"

"No, I didn't. I kinda wanted to, but it just never worked out."

"Were there any other occasions where you became turned on by someone vomiting?"

"Not really. It just never happened. I did fantasize quite a bit. I even wrote down some of my fantasies."

"Really. I'd like to read them sometime." Beverly said.

"Sure, I'd like that."

"Would you excuse me for a minute? I'll be right back." Beverly disappeared into the bathroom.

When the doctor returned, she continued with her questions. "Do you still have those fantasies?"

"Oh, yes! I have them almost daily." Deanna exclaimed.

"Would you be interested in something tonight?"

"Wha.what do you mean?" Deanna's voice wavered.

"I mean, that in about fifteen minutes, I am going to puke my guts out, just for you."

"Beverly, how can you do that?"

"When I went into the bathroom, I took a dose of ipecac."

"What's ipecac?" Deanna asked.

"It's an old Earth folk remedy. Ipecac is an emetic, a substance that makes a person throw up. It was used in poisoning cases. I usually keep some around, but it's becoming harder to find and it won't duplicate in the replicator."

"Beverly, why would you take that?"

"Because I'm interested in finding out what it's like, and you're my friend."

"I don't believe this!"

"Well, believe it, because I'm going to barf in about five minutes. We better go into the bathroom." Beverly got up and went into the bathroom, followed closely by Deanna. The bathroom was spacious and luxurious, befitting the Chief Medical Officer of a starship.

Beverly knelt down on the floor, but didn't get over the toilet. Instead she leaned over an open space of floor. "Aren't you going to use the toilet?" Deanna asked.

"No, you'll be able to see better this way." Beverly leaned over and waited. Deanna was becoming more fascinated and turned on at the same time. She reached out with her empathic powers and was able to tune in to Beverly's growing discomfort. Deanna knelt down to get a closer look and slid her right hand under her caftan at the same time. She hadn't worn any panties and began to stroke herself.

"Uuurrrrggg!" Beverly began to gag loudly and suddenly spewed her dinner all over the bathroom floor. She delivered a stream that seemed to last a full minute. Deanna reached over and stroked Beverly's forehead as she deposited several smaller streams of vomit on the floor.

Deanna continued to stroke herself as she caressed Beverly's forehead. She was right on the edge of an orgasm when Beverly leaned back and took a deep breath.

"Whew! That was something! I've never thrown up like that in my entire life!" Her belly was still shaking. "Ohhh! I don't think I'm quite done yet." She leaned forward and threw up again, but not quite as profusely as before. As she sat up she heard Deanna moaning: "Oh My God! I'm going to come! Uuunnnhhhhh!"

Beverly turned and looked at Deanna. Deanna still had her hand under her caftan and was stroking herself energetically as she writhed in the midst of a huge orgasm. Beverly smiled. She had accomplished what she set out to do - make Deanna come by vomiting in front of her.

Beverly leaned back against the wall as Deanna recovered from her orgasm. When she could finally focus, Deanna saw Beverly sitting there with a big grin on her face. "Well, what did you think of that?" Beverly asked.

"It was incredible!" Deanna exclaimed. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone vomit like that and I certainly have never come like that!"

"Well, I certainly learned what it was like from this side. It turned me on to know what I did made you come."

"Would you like me to return the favor? I was feeling what you were feeling and I think I could throw up with very little effort."

"I'd like that. I'm already hotter that I ever imagined possible."

As Deanna crouched over the puddle of puke on the bathroom floor, Beverly grabbed the waistband of her lounging trousers, pulled them off, and tossed them into a corner. She leaned back against the wall and spread her legs. She slid her right hand into her crotch and her left hand under the loose tunic she was wearing.

Deanna looked down at the mess on the floor. She reached out and touched her fingers lightly to the puddle of Beverly's vomit.

She lifted her fingers to her nose and inhaled. She slid the fingers into her mouth. She hesitated for an instant, then shoved her hand to the back of her throat.

"Gaagggghhhh!" Deanna's stomach heaved as the intrusion triggered her gag reflex. She jerked her hand away from her mouth as her stomach regurgitated its contents onto the floor. Deanna retched several more times as her dinner joined Beverly's on the floor. The doctor thrust her fingers deeper into her pussy as Deanna threw up. Beverly came just as Deanna finished vomiting and sat up,

"Ohhhh Godddd!" Beverly exclaimed as her climax hit her full force. Deanna just grinned. She was pleased that she was able to make Beverly come.

"That was exceptional!" Beverly remarked when she was able to recover her composure.

"It sure was," Deanna said, "But now I have to pee." With that comment she got to her feet and straddled the pile of puke on the floor. She gathered the hem of her caftan around her waist.

"Wait! I'll join you!" Beverly said, as she stood up. She moved over to Deanna and put her arms around the Betazoid. She slid her leg between Deanna's and said, "now you can go."

Deanna relaxed and her piss started to flow. It struck Beverly's leg and ran down to the floor where it mixed with the puddle of vomit on the floor. After she had been pissing for several seconds she realized that Beverly was peeing also. Her pee ran down Deanna's leg and became part of the mess on the floor. When they had both finished, Deanna gasped "Goodness, that was erotic!"

"I agree. I've never been so turned on in my life!"

"What do we do about this mess?" Deanna indicated the mixture of vomit and piss covering the bathroom floor.

"Don't worry. Watch this!" Beverly reached out and pushed a button above the sink. There was a shimmering and the entire vile mess disappeared, leaving the floor spotless.

"A transporter?" Deanna asked.

"Yes, it was just installed. It makes cleaning so much easier. All that went directly to the waste disposers."

"Why didn't it transport us also?"

"It is tuned to transport only non-living material. It won't affect any life form, including insects. I still have a spider in here I can't get rid of."

Beverly and Deanna returned to the living room. They settled down on the sofa and just naturally curled up in each other's arms.

"That was certainly one of the most unique experiences I have ever had." Beverly commented. "Are you sure that this is a common fetish?"

"Yes. It is most common among men rather than women, though. I think it has something to do with the woman being in a helpless or vulnerable position."

"Hmmm." Beverly mused. "I wonder if Jean-Luc has that kind of fantasy..."

"Beverly! You're not thinking of purposely throwing up in front of the Captain, are you?"

"Sure, why not? I've tried everything I can think of to get his attention, but he's always been so, so... Well, official."

"That's true. How would you do it?" Deanna asked.

"I'm not sure. I don't know whether to take the ipecac again or expose myself to that Altarian flu that made you throw up in Sickbay."

"Well, the ipecac is a little more predictable, but the flu would put an element of chance in it. That way you wouldn't know where you'd puke or when."

"You're right. I'll make sure I get exposed to the next person that comes in with the flu. I'll examine the patient personally."

"Ooohhhh! This sounds exciting!" Deanna exclaimed. "I hope I'm around to witness it."

"I'm sure you will be. I plan to make sure that it happens in a public place."

Chapter 3.

The following day, Beverly was going over some crew medical records when the corpsman knocked on her door. "Dr. Crusher, we have another flu case. You said you wanted to be notified if another came in."

"Thank you. I'll be right there."

When Beverly came out of her office, she saw that the patient was a new, young, female Ensign that had come aboard about six months ago. Ensign Jill Evans, Beverly recollected.

"Well, Ensign Evans, what seems to be the trouble?"

"I'm sure I have the flu, Doctor Crusher. I've thrown up twice already today, and I feel like I'm going to again any minute."

"We'll keep a basin handy for you during the examination."

Dr. Crusher proceeded with the examination. When she had finished she turned to Ensign Evans and commented "well, Ensign, you certainly seem to have the flu. I'll give you a hypospray that should relieve the symptoms until the bug runs its course."

At that instant, Ensign Evans made a slight strangling noise and vomited explosively, spewing her stomach contents right on the doctor. "Oh My God! I'm so sorry, Dr. Crusher! It came so suddenly!"

"Don't worry, Ensign. I've been a doctor for over 20 years. It's not the first time a patient has puked on me and I'm sure it won't be the last. I have a clean coat in my office."

Beverly returned to her office and took off her vomit covered coat. Before she deposited it in the bin to be cleaned she rubbed the soiled portion on her face. She inhaled deeply and even licked some of Ensign Evans' vomit off the coat. She tossed the coat into the bin , stepped into her private bathroom and locked the door.

Quickly stripping the trousers of her uniform off, she sat down on the toilet and proceeded to masturbate herself to a series of orgasms. When she had recovered, she put her trousers back on, washed her face and returned to her office. "Well, if that doesn't infect me, nothing will."

The next morning Beverly awoke feeling like something wasn't right. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she knew she felt a little, well, unsettled. She didn't realize what was wrong until she was seized by a rush of nausea while she was getting dressed. She made it to the bathroom just before she vomited up what remained of last night's dinner.

"Well, I guess I did get Ensign Evans' flu," She thought, "I'd better time this just right."

After eating breakfast, and managing to keep it down, she decided to see if the Captain was on the bridge. Because she was Chief Medical Officer and a department head, she had unrestricted bridge privileges. Besides, if the captain was on the bridge, Deanna would probably be there also.

When Beverly got to the bridge, she was pleased to see that the full crew was present, including Deanna, Will and, most importantly, the Captain. She moved to her usual seat and turned to watch the view screen.

The Enterprise was orbiting a planet that looked very much like Earth. The ship was conducting a survey of similar planets with the objective of selecting uninhabited worlds for possible colonization.

Jean-Luc was watching the view screen when Beverly sat down. He turned and acknowledged her presence with a nod and a slight smile, then returned his attention to the screen.

"Will, please ensure that the away team completes all the required survey items."

"Aye, aye, sir," Commander Riker responded.

The Captain returned to his seat next to Beverly and turned to the Doctor. "Good Morning, Doctor. How are you this fine day?"

"Actually, Captain, I think I might be coming down with that flu bug that's been plaguing the ship lately." Deanna turned to Beverly and gave her a knowing smile. "I can't seem to find an outright cure. All I can do is lessen the symptoms for those affected."

"Well, be careful. We can't afford to have our Chief Medical Officer under the weather." The Captain returned his gaze to the view screen.

The normal bridge routine had continued for several more minutes when Beverly felt the nausea begin to wash over her again. It began slowly and increased rapidly. She felt that she would vomit very soon. She let it build as long as possible. Deanna had been watching her closely and noticed that Beverly was very pale and had small beads of perspiration on her upper lip and forehead. She leaned over to the doctor. "Soon?" She asked. Beverly just nodded.

Several minutes passed. Suddenly Beverly exclaimed "I'm going to throw up!" She vomited, right in front of the Captain.

As Beverly retched helplessly, the captain turned around and took in what was happening. Deanna was holding Beverly's hair out of her face as the doctor heaved her breakfast onto the deck. The rest of the bridge crew just stared. After Beverly finished, Riker started to call a medic team from sick bay.

"No," the doctor said. "I'm ok. Captain, could I go lie down in your ready room for a few minutes?"

"Certainly, doctor." Jean-Luc replied. "Mr. Riker, you have the bridge."

"Aye, aye, sir."

The captain took Beverly by the hand and led her towards his ready room. "I wish to remain undisturbed, Mr. Riker." The door whooshed closed behind them.

Once they were in the ready room, Beverly glanced at Jean-Luc and saw that there was a noticeable bulge in the front of the captain's uniform trousers. "So, it DOES turn him on. Good," She thought.

"You find this exciting, don't you Jean-Luc?" She asked.

"What are you talking about, Doctor?"

"Don't play cute with me, Captain. I can see that watching me vomit has turned you on."

"Well... I..."

"That's good, because I'm going to puke again and I want you to fuck me while I do."

Beverly moved into the small restroom that opened off the Captain' s ready room. She pulled down her uniform trousers and panties and then kneeled down and leaned over the toilet.

"Come on, Jean-Luc. Fuck me from behind while I puke".

Jean-Luc stepped into the restroom, dropped his pants and knelt behind the doctor. Just as he drove his dick into Beverly's pussy, she began to retch again. As the captain fucked her vigorously, she heaved several streams of vomit into the toilet. After a few minutes, she began to shake and came violently. When she had regained her composure, she turned around, looked at Jean-Luc and said, "I want you to fuck me in the ass, Captain."

Jean-Luc didn't hesitate. He pulled out of her pussy and shoved his penis into her ass. It didn't seem to bother her at all, (in fact, it wasn't the first time she had been ass-fucked.) Beverly turned back to the toilet. She felt another attack coming on.

"This will probably be dry heaves now," she thought. "Jean-Luc will like that."

As she started to retch again, the captain timed his thrusts to her heaves. Almost instantaneously he began to come. "Aaaaaaggggghhhhhhh!" burst from his mouth as he filled Beverly's ass with come.

Chapter 4.

Meanwhile, back on the bridge, Deanna was watching Will Riker carefully. She thought she noticed a bulge in HIS pants as he moved about the bridge.

"Ah haa!" she thought. "Him too. Well, he's in for a little surprise tonight."

Later, Deanna walked into sick bay and went right to the Doctor's office.

"Beverly, I need a little favor."

"Sure, Deanna, what can I do for you?"

"I'd like to borrow some of that stuff you used last night, you know, the ipecac."

"What for?" Beverly asked.

"Well, I have a date with Will tonight and I think he got turned on by what you did on the bridge this morning. He seemed to have an erection after you finished."

"Really? How did you feel after I puked?"

"I was ready to come right then and there, but I didn't think the bridge was the place to play with myself. I wanted so much to stick my fingers in my pussy."

"Are you still horny?" Beverly was intrigued.

"Yes! I still want to come!" Deanna moaned out loud.

"Then go lock the door and come here."

Deanna hurried back to the door of Beverly's office, closed and locked it. She walked back to Beverly who was getting to her feet and coming around to the front of the desk. Deanna stopped in front of Beverly and waited. Beverly stepped up to Deanna, placed her hands on both sides of her face and kissed her. As the kiss progressed, Deanna could feel Beverly's tongue pressing against her lips. Involuntarily, she parted her lips and Beverly's tongue found it's way into her mouth. Deanna let her tongue play with Beverly's as she felt Beverly's hand slip down the front of her uniform trousers. The kiss continued until Beverly's fingers touched her pussy. Deanna's head jerked back as Beverly slid her fingers into Deanna's slit.

"Oohhh!" Deanna exclaimed. "Don't stop!"

"You like that, Deanna? You like my fingers in your pussy, don't you?"

"Aaaahhhhh! Yes! I love it!"

"Good, because I have plans for you."

Dr. Crusher pulled Deanna into her private bathroom and closed the door. She stood still while Beverly pulled Deanna's trousers and panties down to her ankles. Deanna knelt in front of the toilet and Beverly knelt behind her. Beverly slid her hand up Deanna's leg and slid her fingers into Deanna's pussy.

As Beverly began to slide her fingers in and out of the Betazoid she said, "Puke for me, Deanna. Put your fingers down your throat and puke for me."

Deanna was so turned on just the suggestion was enough to send her into a violent orgasm. Beverly let her writhing subside before she repeated the command: "Make yourself puke, Deanna!"

Deanna leaned over the toilet and shoved her fingers into her mouth. As her fingertips hit the back of her throat, she gagged violently. Deanna jerked her hand away as Beverly thrust two fingers deep into her pussy. "Gaaakkk!" Nothing came up.

"Do it again!" Beverly commanded.

Deanna thrust two fingers into her mouth again. This time it produced the desired result.

"Urrrkkkk! Splattt!" Deanna vomited a brown stream into the toilet. Beverly stroked her fingers in and out of Deanna's pussy. Deanna vomited and came in another shattering orgasm simultaneously.

As Deanna recovered from her convulsions, Beverly knelt in front of her on the floor. She pulled Deanna's clothes the rest of the way off so Deanna was completely naked.

"Now it's my turn. Deanna, have you ever been puked on?"

"No," Deanna replied, in a whisper.

"Well, there's a first time for everything." Beverly knelt and leaned over Deanna who was reclining on the floor. She positioned herself just above Deanna's torso and slid her fingers into her mouth. She paused just short of stimulating her gag reflex and look directly into Deanna's eyes. Beverly could see the desire smoldering there. She thrust her fingers further into her mouth until they reached the trigger point.

"Urrrkkkk, Gaaakkk!" Beverly held her fingers there until the first rush hit her. She jerked her hand away and vomited a stream directly onto Deanna's breasts. Deanna's eyes widened and she reached over and slid her hand into Beverly's pants. Beverly wasn't wearing underwear and Deanna found her clit easily. Beverly forced herself to vomit again as Deanna stroked her. This time she puked on Deanna's belly right above her pussy. Beverly came in a shattering orgasm and collapsed on the floor alongside Deanna.

After they had recovered and cleaned up in the shower together, Deanna asked about the ipecac again.

"I'm out of it." Beverly replied. "I'm afraid you'll have to come up with something else."

"Oh, shoot. Well, I'm sure I can figure something out."

TO BE CONTINUED...