We’re getting into overindulgence season, and today is the official start of everything.
To kick things off, imagine a character who can normally eat three or more helpings of really any meal. They assume that their iron constitution also applies to sweets, so they have their regular huge meal and follow it with copious amounts of Halloween candy, because why not??
After a preposterous number of sweets, they realize that they actually feel kinda sick. They burp, and the taste of all the sweets rolls up their throat. The stifle the burp behind their fist and wince as the way their stomach is roiling. The rub it gently, but the sheer amount of sticky sweet sugar in there is keeping it from being soothed. They feel worse and worse and worse, stifling burp after burp, each slightly wetter than the last. They think that maybe if they get all the gas out they’ll feel better, so they keep allowing them to come. But they don’t feel any better. They go to hide a particularly gut wrenching belch behind their hand, but before they know it it turns into a gag and a plume thick sweet sludge is spurting around their hand and splattering all down their front. And it’s like the floodgates opened. They’re body is desperate to get rid of all the sugar they ate and they hardly have time to move between waves. They puke probably five times on the way to the nearest receptacle, leaving a trail of puddles of semi-digested sweets as they stagger toward the bathroom/trashcan/sink.
Once there, it just keeps going. For an alarming amount of time. Eventually they empty themselves out entirely, first the sweets, then their supper. They end up with their head hanging, trembling, with long sticky tendrils hanging from their mouth and nose. They swear they won’t eat candy again for the rest of their life.
But tomorrow the candy is still there. And it just looks so GOOD.