With new resolve, Erika rose from her bed, feeling her thighs brushing together but not
the usual motion and feeling in her private area. She grabbed the bottle of salve and took
the top off. Smelling it, she recoiled. It was kind of like vinegar and onions, but there was
something else in there made her nose kind of tingle. Suddenly she sneezed,
"ACHOOOOO!!" and to her horror almost dropped the bottle.
Her immediate instinct by now following any incident involving the salve was to check
herself, and since she suddenly felt able to breathe easier through her nose following the
salve-induced sneeze, Erika's eyes immediate shot to her face mirror.
She giggled. Her nose was suddenly perfect. Like it was when she was a few years
younger. Around the time she turned 10, a slight bump had started to develop in it that
she absolutely hated. It was gone. In the middle of her face was a cute, kid, turned-up
button nose. It was slightly small for her face ... but still, its cuteness was undeniable. It
was even a little snotty, yet still looked it adorable.
She stared at the bottle of salve and felt butterflies in her stomach again. Fleeting
possibilities of what could happen in the next few minutes crossed Erika's mind, ranging
from the absurd to the embarrassingly mundane. Finally, she emptied her lungs and took
one great deep breath, before pouring the entire contents of the bottle down her throat.
Some of the salve dribbled out the sides around her mouth, sending tiny tingling streams
down her neck, down her top, over her chest.
She felt it filling her stomach, like a cold drink in summer or a hot drink in winter. But that
was as pleasant as it got for the time being. For suddenly Erika's body was hit by a wave
of shuddering pain, her stomach wretching and churning, her whole body spasming, and
she finally dropped the empty bottle to the floor, stumbling toward her bed where she
collapsed once more, really hoping there wasn't to be a repeat of the last time, there now
being only one orifice down below her waist.
Then, finally, a familiar feeling. Her mouth felt sour, starting at the far reaches of the
backs of her cheeks. Her breathing quickened. She considered if it was worth even trying
to reach the bathroom for this, but even as the consideration passed, she found herself
mechanically moving her head over the side of the bed the very second before she spewed
her guts out all over the carpet. First a little, then a lot ... then ... a scary final fountain of
ewww.
And immediately, Erika felt better.
She stared at the mess on the carpet, knowing this would be harder to hide than the
earlier accident. She stared down at herself. Her gina still looked like a doll's, she noticed,
and she touched her nose and felt the cute and tiny nub still there too - but there didn't
seem to be any new changes. She even felt her butt and checked there was still an opening
there. Staring at the empty bottle and puddle of vomit on the carpet, she wondered ... was
an overdose of this stuff just completely without effect? Or was she just waiting for
another surprise?