Sun Mote Copse My whole squad's in here, walking around the party

With the evening of day one fast approaching, Alyx awoke for the umpteenth time with rumblies in her tumblies. This prompted a visit to her favourite teat, where she drank and drank and drank until she was ready to explode, then drank some more. By now she was becoming somewhat familiar with her bodily functions, having been forced to exercise them on several occasions already by Niamh, so she knew what to expect after a feeding.

Twisting pain in her gut was not the expected outcome. First she grunted and began squirming around, recognizing that she was uncomfortable but at a complete loss for how to deal with it. It wasn't the same as gas. It wasn't the same as what she felt when Niamh licked her bottom and stimulated her to go potty. It was more visceral, deeper, and accompanied by waves of nausea.

Without any warning besides her uncomfortable wriggling, Alyx parted her teeny tiny toothless jaws and projectile vomited onto Niamh's belly.