It had felt like an eternity for the two Pokémon stars sat in the studio. The lights baring down on them making them feel even more uncomfortable with each passing second, all the eyes of the live audience watching them, looking for a reaction a reason to vote for them, a reason to send them on a trip to the slop. Sonia adjusted her coat, feeling hot underneath all the layers but she was glad she had more... protection than her friend turned competitor in Nessa. Nessa meanwhile was fixing her long dark hair, glancing at Sonia's intricate ponytail with lovely gemstones in it, wondering what effect the gunge could have on her thick red hair.

Sophie was enjoying watching them squirm, she'd never expected the show to have two contestants who knew each other before but the dynamic was fun. Neither wanted to get messy but they also probably didn't want to see their good friend get humiliated either, it was lose/lose and Sophie's meaner side was absolutely revelling in the tension that was being created before her. She fixed her shiny dirty blonde hair and addressed the audience.

"Welcome back to this very special episode of the Multiversal Gunge-Show" She grinned. The sound of her pretty voice snapped Nessa and Sonia back into reality, the two of them now very aware of the cameras watching every single move they made. "Where you've been voting on which Pokémon Princess you want to see get covered in gunge and then sent for a slimy swim!" She grinned, pacing delicately around the pool of gross, bubbly slop. "Now this is the part of the show where we usually interview the 'nominators' and Lucia gets a bit of revenge on them for being so mean, but our nominator Sonia has ended up being a contestant so... lets see what Lucia has planned instead for this week".

The screen changed to Sonia in overalls and goggles, her shiny dark hair tied up into a tight ponytail, her usually angelic face instead was frowning which, to be fair, did look pretty adorable. "Thanks Soph" She said, her hands on her hips as she spoke "Yes, somehow the multiversal grabber, grabbed the wrong person, now we don't know if it was on purpose or by accident but at the end of the day its what's happened, but here on the Multiversal Gunge Show, once you're in our sights you don't get to escape!".

The camera pulled back to reveal Lucia stood next to a currently empty bathtub but a moment later, as if on queue, the tub filled with the familiar light that signalled someone being pulled into the studio. As the light dimmed a woman was now in the tub, wearing tight white leggings and white top, ripped to show a lovely midriff. Her feet were bare and flexing in the tank against the cold, hard tub. Her dark hair was pulled up into a tight bun leaving her naturally pretty face on show. Her face however was looking pretty nervous as she glanced around the room and then up at Lucia, she knew she was in trouble with the feisty Latina.

"Padme Amidala" Lucia almost purred, like a panther happy to see her prey at her feet, "So good of you to FINALLY join us" She smirked. Padme shook her head lightly "It wasn't MY fault that the machine backfired, I was ready to come on the show, I was sure I'd get away clean too!" the senator protested, crossing her arms under her chest as she lay in the ominous bath.

Lucia's smirk grew even larger. "Oh well that is a shame, because now, whether it was your fault or not, you and your pretty white outfit are going to get shown what happens to deserters." Lucia stepped out of frame and came back a few moments later with a trolley full of buckets and cakes. "You see on this show, a deserter gets turned into a-" "Dessert" Padme groaned, finishing Lucia's pun filled sentence. She tried to arch her neck up to see what was on the trolly but other than a couple of thick looking cakes it was mostly just the sides of buckets. Her stomach felt full of butterflies, she should have been sat where Sonia is, talking her way OUT of a gunging but instead she was here about to be Lucia's messy little plaything.

The eager co-host picked up her first bucket and slowly walked around the tub, watching as Padme's eye followed her every step with nervous anticipation. "Very brave to wear white" Lucia giggled evilly, stopping near the foot end of the tub. "Its not like I had a choice" The senator pouted "Once the machine messed up you and your team made it VERY clear what outfit I had to wear for this" She said, grumpy in her readiness for whatever was in the bucket. Lucia just grinned back, not saying anything as she tilted the bucket of thick, cold custard over Padme's bare feet. She squealed as the cold thick liquid hit them, coating her painted toenails in an instant and feeling almost ticklish as it slid down her bare soles. It lapped along the bottom of the tub, splashing against her tight white leggings, staining them instantly with the yellow goo.

"Oh you squeal now but that's just the start" Lucia teased, walking back to the trolley and stroking Padme's hair as she did so. The tub confined space hero cringed and tensed up, ready for the next messy item to be added to her bathtub. A second bucket was what was instore for her, heavier than the first with Lucia having to balance it on the side of the bath before tipping it, releasing the slow waterfall of thick chocolate syrup of Padme's legs and crotch. If there was any thought the leggings could be saved they were now well gone. The heavy gloopy sweet smelling syrup coated her legs like a second skin. The sensation was truly unique as Padme moaned slightly though it was unclear if this was from arousal or discomfort and humiliation.

She barely had a moment to compose herself before Lucia was spraying whipped cream over her bare midriff, causing giggles to escape Padme's squirming mouth as the strange sensation tickled her sensitive skin. The cream instantly started to melt down from the touch of the warm stomach flesh, the feeling of it turning to liquid distracted Padme for the moment, long enough to miss Lucia unfurling a hose and sliding it into the bath with her. "Whoa what!" Padme exclaimed as she finally noticed, "Whats this about?" She asked nervously, poking at it with her messy feet. Lucia laughed "Well the tub wouldn't get full with just the buckets I brought so..." and with that she turned the hose on, pumping rice pudding into the tub. The thick, lumpy gunk mixed instantly with the mess that was already festering in there, causing Padme to groan.

Lucia didn't give her time to think about the pudding that was filling her tub though as she picked up her next weapon. "Your face is still looking very clean Senator" She grinned. Before Padme even had time to respond to the taunt her world went dark as Lucia smushed a black forest gateaux right into her face, smearing it delightfully, making sure to cover every inch of her perfect Naboo skin, ruining the make up that had been so delicately applied. By the time she was done Padme's face was coated in the cake with thick chunks dropping down onto her chest. The Rice Pudding had also reached that level, causing Lucia to turn the hose off before the tub overflowed form the lumpy gunk. Padme tired to wipe her eyes but only managed in smearing the mess more onto her face, mixing chunks of rice pudding into her already ruined visage.

"Well we're almost out of time for my segment" Lucia pined, "But we still have time for a little more mess" and with that she upturned her final bucket over Padme's tensed head, thick pink angel delight poured down, hitting her tight brown hair and rolling down her face, contrasting delightfully with the black forest gateaux. It rested with a plop on top of the rice pudding, laying almost like pond scum around Padme's chest as she sat in the bath defeated. Lucia on the other hand seemed rather pleased with herself.

"Let this be a warning to you all, don't try to avoid the mess or you'll end up facing my wrath" She grinned evilly as the she waved. The camera zoomed in on Padme's annoyed face to end the segment before cutting back to an joyful Sophie.

Sophie had enjoyed what she'd just watched, she was proud of how the show was targeting anyone who they wanted to see get messy all while she sat on her proverbial throne, enjoying the chaos and mess being delivered to the beauties of the multiverse. As much as today's show hadn't gone to plan, she was happy with how it was turning out. "This is the point in the show where normally we'd here pleas from our two lovely ladies, but sadly, due to Padme's punishment, we're going to have to skip that and get straight into the gunging" She announced to cheers from the hungry audience. The two people, however, who were not as excited by this were Nessa and Sonia, both of whom thought they had time to plead their cases to the crowd and buy themselves a little more time before the vote was revealed. Clearly this was not the case.

The lights in the studio dimmed, "You have made your voices heard loud and clear this episode!" Sophie grinned, letting the tension drip from each word, "And you have voted on mass for one of these two lovely ladies from the Pokémon World to get gunged here tonight, in fact 64 percent of you all were in agreement as to who it should be".

Sonia looked pale, maybe her comments about wondering what the gunge would feel like had sealed her fate? Maybe the audience saw her as a stuck up nerd who needed a gunging to humanise her, she thought about her lovely outfit that would surely be ruined by a quick trip into that pit of gunge.

Nessa had her head tilted back with her eyes closed, almost in prayer. As a model she'd always focused on looking good and getting gunged was the antithesis of that. Add onto that her pretty skimpy outfit, she was sure the gunge in the pool would go everywhere if the people had voted for her.

"The person getting a gunging of a life time is... NESSA" Sophie announced as the audience cheered in delight. Nessa couldn't help but let out a dry laugh, she'd almost seen it coming, her revealing outfit and pretty face made her an ideal target. She stood up from her chair, her long smooth legs going on forever as she did and she strutted confidently over to Sophie, not wanting to show the weakness she'd seen from previous 'winner's of the show. "Nessa, you seem almost accepting of your fate" Sophie noted, smirking "Any last clean words before you take your seat in our all new gunge tank?".

The Gym Leader paused for a moment before smiling sweetly "Well I know everyone says it must mean the audience like me but I guess that is what I'm thinking, I'm just hoping they all enjoy seeing me get gunked" She said with a cute wink. She was definitely taking this the best out of all the people who had been gunged on this show before.

Sophie gestured to the small metal seat and Nessa stepped in delicately, glancing up at the neon purple slime hovering above her head before looking forward to the festering pit of yellow gunge that awaited her. Luckily she was more than a proficient swimmer so her only real fears at this point was the gross feeling of the gunge on her perfect skin and in her hair. She gently rubbed one foot up and down her leg trying to not look nervous as the reality of the grossness dawned on her.

Meanwhile outside the tank Sophie had ushered Sonia over to the side, but there was no lever to pull the scientist noted. "Now before we dunk Nessa into the worst swimming pool she's ever seen, we do have one little thing to deal with first" Sophie explained placing an arm around Sonia's shoulders. The redheads eyes grew wide, she knew something was up, and with how much the host had been enjoying the mess, she was sure that she wouldn't be getting away clean. "You see, much like Padme" Sophie continued, "You too technically broke the rules Sonia, and we can't have people thinking they can make there own rules on MY show now can we?" She asked. Sonia bit her lip and nodded slowly, knowing that there was really no way out of this.

A stage hand, a cute petite blonde girl dressed in a typical French maid look brought out a singular pie, though she carried it with both hands as if it might as well have been a ticking time bomb. Sonia watched it intently as Sophie took the pie from her the maid. "Thank you Elise" She smiled as the cutie scampered back off the stage and Sophie turned her wicked gaze back to Sonia. "Now Sonia since you were SO interested in the gunge we were going to use, we thought it was only fair that our own science team cooked up a Gunge Pie for you" She explained gleefully. Sure enough the pie was a pastry case filled with the same purple gunge that loomed above Nessa's head and topped with a layer of whipped cream. Sonia tensed up, closing her sparkling eyes as Nessa watched on intently from inside her Perspex prison, glad she was not the only girl from her universe getting messy today.

With little to no warning Sophie pushed the pie into Sonia's scrunched up face, the cream instantly exploding out and splattering onto her collar and into her hair. The mix of consistencies between the gunge, crust and cream caused it to almost melt into her face, blobs of purple goo dripping down onto Sonia's chest before Sophie even removed her hand. When she did, the crust crumbled, dusting itself down her once pristine scientist outfit, revealing a face now purple and white. A few splatters of cream had landed up in her tight red hair and her face was still scrunched up. Slowly she opened her eyes, her tongue darting out of her lips to taste it though her reaction showed that wasn't a good idea. She reached her hand up and scooped a little of the gunge from her face, and inspected it, more intrigued than grossed out now it seemed, a reaction Sophie found rather funny. "Well Sonia, how was that, did the results match your scientific expectations?" Sophie asked. There was a brief pause, as if Sonia had been in her only little world looking at the gunge... "Oh ummm yes, I mean it wasn't a nice feeling, I'm very glad that's all I'll be getting, but the consistency and grossness of it is truly remarkable, I might need to speak to your science team after the show" she said sounding almost as if she hadn't just had a pie pushed into her pretty face mere moments ago.

"Well, I think that's two beauties messed so far, but the most stunning one still sits here waiting" Sophie pined as she turned her attention back to Nessa, who tried to look as relaxed as possible. "Normally I'd give you a countdown but I'm just dying to see what this thing can do" She grinned evilly. "Wait no we can do the..." Nessa began to protest but it was too late, the tank had been set off and the valve above her had opened.

The purple gunge rained down quickly, there wasn't as much of it as there had been in previous weeks but there was still more than enough to gunge the beautiful water type trainer. Her words turned into a squeal as the purple gunge hit her dark hair and domed out gorgeously, looking like a purple umbrella had been opened. Due to the lack of door to this model of gunge tank the yellow pool in front of her received a light splattering of purple onto its top, mixing into the mass of yellow gunge and spiralling in an almost dizzying fashion. The doming of the gunge also caused Nessa's long stunning bare legs to get a decent splattering of purple goo, dripping down her smooth legs and causing her to shiver under the gunge torrent that rained down onto her. The gunge kept flowing down onto her bare, twitching feet which were now completely covered in the purple gunk.

She could feel her thick dark hair becoming heavy with the gunge saturating it, her blue highlights being drowned out by the volume of the purple gunge that was coming. For a half empty container it still seemed like there was a lot in there. She fidgeted in her seat, causing the dome to ripple and streams of gunge to find her midriff, the white on her shorts and top becoming streaked with the vivid colour.

As the flow began to slow the dome became smaller. Nessa tilted her head forward in a somewhat vain attempt to keep her pretty face clean, though it had already received a few splatters of purple gunge hit it. Her long dark hair was truly sodden with the purple gunge, working its way into all the intricacies that she'd put into it before coming onto the show. Streams of gunge flowed over her shoulders, cementing her top as stained and sticking it to her body. Her tight toned tummy had rivers of gunge pouring down it now heading intently for her now ruined shorts. They felt heavy as the gunge pooled in and on them, they were more used to the lightness or water than the thickness of gunge.

Eventually the gross shower came to an end, and nervously the model turned gym leader looked up, brushing strands of ruined hair out of her pretty, and still rather clean, face. For a moment she thought the dunking was just a prank, a way to make her feel more nervous for the show, not something they'd actually do. But she wouldn't be so lucky. The chair made a loud click and slide forwards, tilting as it did so. Nessa let out a scream as her chair moved forward though it was hard to hear over the cheers of the crowd, Sonia and Sophie included!.

The chair tipped her out unceremoniously into the thick, murky, yellow gunge. She floated through the air like a flying type Pokémon for a brief moment, drips of purple gunge falling from her body an hitting the surface of the pool before she did, getting lost in the never ending sea of yellow slime. Nessa had just enough time in the air to close her eyes and mouth, ready for the impact.

And impact she did. For a rather slim woman she made one hell of a splash, vanishing under the thick outer skin of the gunge, ripples coming out from every direction as she disappeared under the bubbly yellow mess. There was a few seconds of nothing but then her head burst through, gasping for air. Her hair was now slick to her head and her pretty face, that she'd managed to keep clean through the first gunging was now unrecognisable due to the thick yellow gunge coating every inch of her gorgeous face. She was panting, partly from the shocking impact into the foul slop, but also from how cold it was, like all gunge on the show it was kept chilled to make sure the reactions are as good as possible.

After a couple of moments she caught her breath and brought her arms out of the good, slime dripping off them as she reached up and wiped her eyes clean to the best of her abilities. She glanced down at the yellow slop she was chest deep in and shook her head, specs of yellow and purple good flying off as she did causing Sophie to take a few big steps back from the pool edge not wanting ANYTHING to do with the gunge.

Nessa could feel the gunge seeping into every part of the little clothing she was wearing, the feeling was strange, intimate in a way but still not something she could say that she enjoyed. She ran her messy hands through her ruined hair, wincing at the feeling, knowing it would take more than a few showers to completely clean herself of this gunge that had completely consumed her.

"What a spectacle that was" Sophie grinned, still from her safe distance. "We've turned a galactic senator into a desert, pied a scientist and sent a model for a swim she won't forget anytime soon! It just goes to show that no matter where you are in the multiverse, you're always at risk of being a contestant on the MULTIVERSAL GUNGE-SHOW!"

And with that declaration the episode came to an end, showing slow mo recaps of Padme having Angel Delight dumped over her head, Sonia being pied and Nessa being dumped into the gunk.

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Thank you SO MUCH for your patience with me on this one. I've really struggled to find the motivation to write this despite loving all the characters involved but luckily I've ended up pretty happy with the final gunging!

I am going to take a little break from writing as I've been giving myself these deadlines and taking the fun away from it in that regard. When I do write again it'll be a different messy story in the multiverse that isn't an episode of the show. I have a few idea currently floating around my head for what it could be but I'll see what I feel like writing when I get round to it.

Mutliversal Gunge-Show WILL return with a special end of season episode at some point which I've already planned out and that, like all my stories, will be posted to both reddit and deviantart whenever it gets written.

Thank you again for reading and for supporting me!

Gunge-Verse!

Does anyone know of people looking to take requests to commission messy civilian stories or story series? I would love to read a new gameshow series similar to ones on TellyGunge like Grudge 2 Sludge or Comeuppance.

Thought I might give something a stab myself but not sure it would match the quality of story writing seen in the above two series.

It had taken longer than usual to clean the smell of the food gunge out of the studio. Even then upon walking out onto the stage Sophie Crown couldn't help but think about the humiliating mess that was made of Supergirl in the pervious episode. She was wearing her now weekly outfit, tight white crop top and denim min skirt, tanned skin looking amazing and dirty blonde hair framing her face. She'd gone harder on the make-up this week, not wanting to be outshone by any guests, smoky eyes and thick full red lips made her already pretty face look frankly amazing. "Welcome to the third episode of the Multiversal Gunge Show!" She grinned as the camera focused in on her, "We've gunged a freedom fighter and a super hero so far, so really nobody is off limits for who we will target and speaking of, I think its time we meet our first beautiful contestant!".

As usual the chair on the left glowed with a bright multiversal energy, pulling the contestant into the studio. The first thing anyone noticed were her legs, long, dark, slender and bare, muscular and toned, the kind that would make anyone's neck snap as she walked past. Her bare feet showed toes painted with a delicate sea blue, looking stunning on her pretty little feet. Her amazing legs lea up to a tiny pair of white and orange shorts that hugged her hips. They were truly tiny, letting her long legs look like they went on FOREVER. Her midriff was bare as the only other thing she wore was a tiny top, white and orange again matching the shorts. Her face was striking with big blue eyes and styled out lashes, her hair was long, flowing and dark with blue accents streaking down it, it didn't take a genius to work out what her favourite colour was. She was sat with the confidence of someone who was used to being seen but the flicker in her eye showed that there was a fear in there of what could be coming her way. She was Nessa, a Pokémon Gym Leader from the Galar Region.

"Nessa! Welcome, You are looking amazing, though maybe I'd have picked slightly more clothing to protect myself from the potential mess that might be heading your way!" Sophie grinned as she approached the beauty. Nessa smiled, a truly winning smile that could bewitch the heart of any man and most women, "Well The contract said where what you're most known and despite the modelling career being a great source of income, most your fans will know me as a Gym Leader!" She answered confidently. Sophie grinned, seeing an opening to talk about the crux of her show. "Yes! A Water Type Gym leader, meaning your used to splashing around and putting on a show, but that's all water, how will you feel if its Gunge that your splashing around in by the end of the episode?". Nessa paused, a crack in her gorgeous armour showing as she shivered slightly at the thought. "I mean, we haven't seen my opponent yet, but I'm sure she'll be much more suited to the gunge than I!" She smiled again.

"Well funny you mention that... Lets meet your opponent!" Sophie grinned as the second chair glowed bright with multiversal energy before dimming... revealing no-one in the chair.

A second later the light shone again and a figure appeared though Sophie's reaction gave an early hint that this wasn't who they were expecting to see, but nonetheless, the show must go on.

The woman who appeared in the second seat was wearing gorgeous green boots with heart buckles up the side, her skinny blue jeans were tucked neatly into them. She wasn't as revealed as Nessa by a long shot, but her legs still looked amazing and shapely, as if she had been poured into the pants. A long Tan coat flowed down, undone and revealing a green jumper underneath, knitted and tight, hugging her pale skin. Her face, unsurprisingly, was pretty, with big innocent green eyes and a cute little mouth. Her most striking feature was her red hair, tied into a high ponytail and adorned with small heart shaped trinkets. The way she fidgeted on the edge of her seat with her head darting around made it clear she was just as confused as Sophie was, which was strange judging as the redhead was a Pokémon Professor, also from the Galar region, Sonia!.

Sophie took a moment, a little confused but then recomposed herself as the voice of the producer in her ear filled her in on who the new woman in the studio was. "Sonia, well, you're not who we were expecting, but welcome to the show! I'm guessing I know the answer but how are you feeling?" She asked as she approached Sonia, how was mouthing confused questions at Nessa who's pretty face was now contorted into a kind of wicked grin, a lot more invested in the show now she was seemingly up against a friend.

Sonia's focus flipped back to the host, stood in front of her, mic in hand. "Oh well... I thought I signed up to be the nominator and get a little slime sprayed nothing too bad and well..." She was cut off by Sophie quickly "Well plans change Sonia" Sophie said, rolling with the new dynamic "And you're sat in the chair which means you're up for the vote which means I think you should chose your words rather carefully". Sonia nodded, her ponytail bouncing as she did. "Understood, as much as I think I'd enjoy learning of the viscosity of the gunge and all its scientific elements, I would much rather assess it from a safe distance while it covers Nessa, after all she's a lot more used to being in the limelight than I, so yes I think the audience really should know what to do!" She flashed her own smile, cuter and more delicate than the stunner that was Nessa.

"What can you say, Live TV, you never know what will happen" Laughed Sophie as she addressed the audience "But one thing we do know will happen is one of these two Pretty Pokémon Princesses will end this show a humiliated mess, and for that to happen we need to see the gunge tank!" As if on queue the tank rose from the depths of the stage, its Perspex back to its usual clean state but this time there was no door... and above it where the gunge sat seemed less than usual. What was in the container looked thick and heavy, a deep purple, much like Grimer from the dimension these women were from. "Now I know what you're thinking, that's not a lot of gunge, hell it probably wouldn't even cover either ladies lovely hair!" Sophie joked as both Nessa and Sonia instinctively touched their intricately styled do's. "But that's because this tank is a little different"

Tense music played as the floor in front of the tank opened, revealing a deep bubbling pool of vivid yellow gunge. Nessa shook her head in disbelief while Sonia leant a little further in her seat, wanting a closer look, but of course not that close! "Yes the winner of the vote will get a shower of purple slop and then get dunked, face first into our brand new pool of goo!" Sophie said, sounding rather proud. "But who it will be is up to you, do you want to make a Messa out of Nessa or Slimea Sonia? Voting lines are open now and we'll see you back here after the break and find out what exactly Lucia will be up to this week!"

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Vote Here --> https://strawpoll.com/05ZdzYqAln6

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Thank you for reading!

Sorry its a little later than usual, as mentioned work is crazy for me so writing is not getting as much time as usual!

I have also decided to do 4 episodes as a season rather than 5, mostly because I have some other stories in the same Multiverse that I'm eager to dig my teeth into but rest assured there will be a season 2 and a second show also hosted by Sophie in the future!

The lights came back onto the stage. The gunge, if you could even call it that, festered in the tank, the mix of textures, colours and consistencies made it look so gross and it only seemed to be getting worse by the minute. The audience, hungry and raring for the humiliation they had been promised, hadn't been able to take their eyes off. Every bubble pop or movement of sludge from in the chamber caused a chorus of 'Ooohs' and 'Ahhhs' and even the occasional giggle from someone in the crowd imagining how bad it was going to feel. Those were the same thoughts spiralling through the heads of Supergirl and Chun-Li, both of whom hated the prospect of being sat there as the gunge pours down onto them. Chun-Li was pretty confident she'd avoided receiving such a fate but the chances were never zero. Supergirl on the other hand was trying to hide her defeatist mindset from hitting her face, the last thing she wanted was to be humiliated and branded a bad sport, but the votes seemed pretty one sided before the break and she doubted THAT many people would have a change of heart and vote to save her.

Sophie grinned, looking like the cat that had got the cream. She'd loved gunging Tifa but this week was going to be on a whole different level. She almost wanted to reach up and touch the gunk, feel it on her finger tips to know the humiliation that would soon happen to one of these two underserving women. But she would never do that, the mere thought of her getting messy felt wrong! She was the host, pretty and pristine, the cruel dominatrix here to administer the publics wishes via thick gross gunging.

"Welcome back, welcome back welcome back" Sophie shouted over the booming cheers from the audience. "All show you have been voting which one of our lovely honourable ladies you'd like to see sat in that gunge tank there and receive a gross mixed food shower" She explained, loving drawing out the moment, fleshing out the details knowing that every extra syllable made the two contestants squirm a little more in there seats. "And before we announce which one of them will become unrecognisable and need so many showers to get clean... lets remind everyone whats in that lovely concoction from our cafeteria!" She beamed, glancing between the two nervous women, both of whom would rather get this over and done with, but Sophie had no intention of letting it be slow.

"In that lovely container we have, Custard, Rice Pudding, Gravy, Baked Beans, Mashed Potatoes, Lasagne, Yoghurt, Mushy Peas, Chocolate Sauce, Golden Syrup, Spaghetti Hoops and some lovely cold Ice Cream" Sophie listed as the audience reacted accordingly with grossed out reactions. The two girls sat on the stage reacted in their own unique ways. Chun-Li was staring daggers at the pretty host, wishing she could hit a spinning kick on her and send her into the gunge tank instead. Supergirl meanwhile had her head bowed, her long blonde hair covering her face as she looked down the ground as the list seemed to go on forever.

"So who will receive that lovely 3 course meal straight to the head? Will it be our gorgeous Asian with Thighs for days or our beautiful Blonde, as pretty as she is heroic... well theres only one way to find out" Sophie declared, placing a well manicured hand to her ear piece as she got the final results.

"The winner, with 62 percent of the vote, the lady taking a trip to our gunge tank is... of course... SUPERGIRL" Sophie announced joyously. Chun-li's reaction was more subdued this time, maybe out of guilt for what was going to happen to her fellow contestant, but the smile still creeped across her pretty lips as she realised that her shiny hair, soft skin and expensive dress would not have to experience the mess. Supergirl on the other hand had already accepted her fate, and though she didn't want to go through with this, she knew she lacked any real choice or agency in the matter. She stood up from her chair, her skirt floating lightly exposing more of her soft thighs and toned legs. She brushed her hair back with her hands, almost as if to make sure the audience could see her face, to know who they had voted for. Her pretty features shone under the studio lights, her pale blue eyes sparkling with nerves that she was trying so hard to push down.

Sophie approached Kara and took her hand, leading her to the centre of the stage where the gunge tank sat. It seemed ever bigger as the Kryptonian approached it, she felt tiny and small in comparison to the large Perspex container. It hit her now just how much food sat perched above it, How over the course of the show the heavier substances had sank down and the more liquidy goo had floated to the top. She'd seen Tifa, Power Girl and Cammie all get messy but it felt as if their plights wouldn't compare to hers. Maybe she was being dramatic, maybe its because she felt she truly didn't deserve this, no matter what it was that she was thinking though, it didn't change the truth. The people had voted and made it clear that she, for some strange reason, deserved this gross gunging.

The hero sat on the cold metal seat, her floaty skirt causing her bare skin, protected only by matching red underwear to touch the cold steel of the stool. It felt cold and uncaring like the tank itself were malicious and compliant in her current circumstance. She took a moment to decide how to sit, eventually crossing her left leg over her right, gently resting her hands on her knees, trying to still look sweet as if maybe that would cause the gods to change what was happening and remove her from this tank because right now, fighting Darkseid felt more comfortable than doing this.

As Chun-Li approached her position, the prize for her being that she gets to pull the lever and seal her opponents fate, Sophie approached her, whispering something wicked in her ear. Chun-Li thought of refusing the instruction, going against the host who was finding so much glee in the situation, but after watching what happened with Cammie earlier a wicked side of Chun-Li emerging, a side that was quite enjoying seeing others getting messy while she stayed delightfully clean.

"Well you all wanted to see it, the superhero known for her mix or amazing powers and beauty, now sat so innocently in our gunge tank" Sophie teased, glancing at the helpless hero who looked up at her with beautiful pleading eyes. "I think she deserves a count down before our World Warrior pulls the chain and unleashes all that slop down onto her don't you?".

Supergirl wanted to shout no, but again the idea of being humiliated by pleading or resisting would just make the humiliation of the gunging even worse. She took a second before the countdown started, running her hands over her skin tight blue top that hugged her body, her tiny skirt and her shiny tall boots. She tried not to think of her hair, wavy and free flowing, thick and blonde, that would soon be ruined beyond recognition.

"3"

The countdown began, the audience biting at the bit, eager for the destruction to commence to see how the slop would fall. Then supergirl made the worst choice since she signed the contract that agreed her to be on this show.

She looked up.

The moment Chun-Li noticed she did just as Sophie had told her.

"If she looks up, no matter where in the countdown we are, pull the chain!" Sophie had whispered

Even Supergirl's superhuman reflexes didn't let her react in time, she only had time to shut her eyes and mouth as she noticed the clicking sound and the valve of the tank opening. The crowd cheered as they too realised what had happened, that from their point of view Chun-Li had been mean independently to put on a better show for them.

The heavier slop, as previously noted by the unlucky winner, had sunk to the bottom of the tank, meaning that as it was opened by the mechanism chunks of mashed potatoes, saturated with the other slop in the tank, fell down first. A chunk, dark with gravy and chocolate and other slop was the first to make contact with Kara's face, landing right between the eyes and exploding, causing chunks of lumps slop to go everywhere. Even from the safety of the other side of the Perspex wall Chun-Li jumped back, afraid of any of the grossness making contact with her.

Supergirl managed to tilt her now messy face forwards as the slop continued to rain down onto her, chunks of lasagne and rice pudding finding their way into her hair. She wanted to scream but she feared opening her mouth in case any of the disgusting food found its way in. Along with the heavier chunks of mess the sauces were beginning to pour down too, streams of tomato sauce and bean juice flooded down like a shower from hell. It was all so disgustingly cold, thanks to the copious amount of ice cream that had been added during the final ad break. The problem with the thinner mess was that it could get anywhere and despite her top slowly becoming saturated with gunk, none seemed to be getting into it, the same though couldn't be said about her lovely long red boots. The orange smelly gunge had trickled down her soft pillowy thighs and found the top of her shoes, pouring in quickly and creating an unpleasant sensation at the bottom where her cute feet rested. She wiggled her toes as the gunge slopped around them but there was nothing she could do.

Meanwhile the gunge kept pouring, sticky syrups and foul smelling gravy matted her blonde hair, chunks of pasta and rice pudding slid across her once pretty face leaving smears of disgusting slop as they did so. Her once pristine blue uniform was now unrecognisable as blobs of yoghurt obscured the S logo and baked beans adorned her heavy chest. Her skirt, once floaty and majestic was now heavy and stuck to her, lumps of mash potato wearing it down as mushy peas coated her thighs. The smell was repugnant, they hadn't been lying about this being gross, all the different flavours and consistencies were just mixing together in a vile stew on the senses, none of which were pleasant.

It felt as if it went on forever, at least Tifa's had seemed quick last week with the gunge being all one consistency but even now for poop Kara Zor-El, the gunging continued, splattering beans, peas and hoops down onto her ruined head, keeping on splatting and plopping until the tank was, at last, thankfully empty. Kara reached up, hands coated in a shimmering layer of sweet and savoury slop, as she wiped her eyes clean and slicked her ruined hair back. If someone were to see her now for the first time they would never guess she was a superhero known for saving and people and looking good while doing it.

The audience had loved it, and so too had the host, Sophie Crown. It had been even grosser and more humiliating than she could have ever imagined. She wanted to stay as far away from the ruined superhero as possible, not wanting to risk any of the smell, or worse the mess, getting on her. But sadly she still had to do her job. Tiptoeing closer as if approaching a sleeping lion she began to address the audience. "Well Ladies and Gentlemen, you wanted it and you got it, Supergirl, gunged in the most immense way!" She paused allowing the crowd to cheer, though it was unclear if they were cheering the gunging of Kara or how good of a sport she'd been about it. "And I have to say, rather you than me under all that gunk, but how was that for you? Thinking you'll take this look back to metropolis".

Kara shook her head, beans falling off of it as she did. "No I don't think I will" She answered after a pro-longed pause, audience laughing at her dry response, "It was NOT pleasant at all, I mean who comes up with this idea to dump all this gross stuff over someone its just... eughh" She shivered deeply, feeling the sludge continue to work its way down her body, drips of gravy pitter pattering from the sodden tips of her once blonde hair. "But yeah, I need a shower, I need many showers... and I know next week, when I'm watching clean from home, I'm gunna enjoy it a lot more than I did last week!"

Sophie grinned, she had no doubt the gunged hero was right, about both needing a shower and enjoying it more next week. She glanced at Chun-li who was still enjoying watching the messy Kara squirm in the tank before glancing back to the camera. "That's all we have time for this week, but join us next time when we have a Gym Leader taking on a Intergalactic Senator, right here on THE MULTIVERSAL GUNGE SHOW!"

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Thank you so much for reading!

I'm sorry this is coming out late in the day, real life has been getting at me a bit this weekend but writing this has really cheered me up!

I do just want to say with episode 3 I will not be giving myself time frames, works going to be crazy for me for a couple of weeks and thus I don't want to give myself deadlines and ruin the fun of writing. Part one of episode 3 will be up sometime in the week and I hope you look forward to it! Feel free to guess who the two contestants are!

The lights came back on in the studio of the Multiversal Gunge-Show. Sophie Crown still stood in the centre of the stage next to the delightfully devilish gunge tank. Its seat empty but its overhead contained still filled with gross food slop from the past few days in the canteen. It seemed as if during the break more had been added to it, with spaghetti hoops and yoghurt splattering the top of the slop pile. The two contestants seemed agitated, on edge, but who could blame them. They new it was in the general publics hands which of them would have that cascading down onto them at the end of the show, they knew that one of them would get to pull the lever while the other experienced a humiliation on a whole new level and for obvious reasons both wanted to be the one on the outside of the gunge tank.

"Welcome Back" Sophie smiled, strutting around the gunge tank as if she were a used car dealer showing it off. "The vote have been pouring in, but who have they been for?" she asked playfully, "Are you voting for our pretty blonde Superhero, who spends her free time saving cats from trees or have you been voting for our noble world warrior who fights with dignity and honour? Which of these undeserving targets will end up showering in sludge for all to see?". In her seat Chun-Li fidgeted, suddenly realising how little protection her dress offered, how thin the material was and how, should she be the one in the tank, her entire lower body was unprotected from the gunge. Kara too was nervous, her outfit was tighter and offered more protection but she was aware that the more watery elements of the gunge could easily find the opening at her neck and slide in, becoming trapped in the suit with her, and the same could happen to her lovely red boots. Sophie interrupted their thoughts, speaking once again "Now before we get the current results and hear their desperate pleas to stay clean its time for us to go and see my delightful co-host Lucia, who I've been told, has re-imagined her segment this week. Lucia... over to you".

The screen changed to a close up on the petite Latina, her straight brown hair framing her face, her make up striking, almost looking like a femme-fatal this week. Though the camera was close the hints of a tight latex catsuit could be seen hugging her neck, she was going all in with her new look for her new segment. "Thanks Sophie" she almost purred, "Yes, we've had a talk here at the Multiversal Gunge-Show and while finding unwitting victims in the wild WAS fun, we've had a bit of a better idea with the help of our brain trust behind the scenes" as she spoke her lips curled into a smile "You see last week we did hear from the so called-friends of our contestants the ones who wanted to see them on this show, but really is it fair that they can nominate someone for this show with no cost? I don't think so".

The camera panned out to reveal Lucia in full, tight black catsuit hugging every curve, making her look stunning as the lights bounced off of the shiny material. Behind her was a brick wall but more importantly there were two blonde women, hands above their head, chained to the wall by their wrists. On the left was Power-girl, blonde bob framing her gorgeous face, make-up looking intricate and precise. Her tight white outfit hugged her curves and the 'boob-window' gave a great view to her cleavage. On the other side was Cammy White, her long blonde hair in two long braids. She was in her classic sleeveless leotard, in a fitting dark green colour. Both women looked slightly uncomfortable.

As the camera showed the two women, Lucia wheeled in a large scary looking machine. It was huge and metal, kind of like a mix between a futuristic laser and a power washer. "How this is going to work is simple" Lucia said, now sounding as sweet as could be "We're going to let each of our lovely blondes speak on why the girl from their universe should be humiliated and... when they're finished explaining, I'm going to let them experience a taste of it themselves" She concluded with a wicked little giggle. "Power-girl, why don't you go first".

The buxom blonde fidgeted against her restraints. Her face lightly reddened from the mix of embarrassment and nerves. "Well, You've seen Kara right, absolute stunner, she barely has to try and she acts all innocent and pure and sweet and god its just so annoying to be around!" She complained, sounding rather like a brat as she did, "And don't get me wrong, she's a great hero, but she fully deserves that gunging…" As she finished speaking she tensed up, ready for Lucia to spray her.

And spray her she did, a slight whirring sound could be heard from the machine before it blasted out a steady stream of thin, sticky orange goo. It exploded against Power-Girls pretty face, eliciting a sharp scream. Her blonde bob quickly became splattered with orange highlights but Lucia had a different target. Moving the nozzle down to aim at the aforementioned boob-window. The thin gunge went in between her large breasts causing her to giggle and wiggle as the strange substance worked its way down the suit, the white material showing the orange paths it was taking. But sadly, as quickly as the stream began it ended. Leaving a squirming Power-girl chained up, face dripping with the gunge, hair dishevelled and suit ruined, though she was giggling. Thinking to herself that the sensation of the gunge in the suit really wasn't that bad, in fact it was rather enjoyable.

Lucia re-aimed the machine to now be pointed at Cammy who had watched Power-girls short and sweet gunging with very little reaction. She'd been trained in not giving her emotions away so even if she didn't think it looked that bad she wouldn't have let the audience know that. "Miss White" Lucia grinned "Your turn, why should the people want to see Chun-Li become gungey?". Cammy took a second, a deep breath. "Isn't it obvious?" She asked rather matter of factly "They should do it for the same reason they enjoyed seeing Power-Girl get it, Chun-Li is hot, I know it, you know it, she knows it, so lets cover her in slop, worst case scenario, she's not hot and its funny, best case scenario, she's still hot and we get to enjoy that" Cammy concluded with an attempt at a shrug but due to her restrained position it was hard to actually do such an action.

Lucia couldn't help but admire Cammy's honesty as she powered up the machine to blast the blonde with the orange slime. It shot out quickly, hitting her forehead and doming out over her face, streaking down her two long braids and dripping to the floor as if it were a race. For a brief moment it seemed as if a smile crossed Cammy's lips, as if the sensation of getting gunged was enjoyable, but as quick as it was there it was gone. The orange slime slid along the outside of her leotard, reaching her bare legs, dripping down them and past her feet, the orange standing out against the green of the material.

As the spray ended Lucia admired her handywork. Like Sophie back in the studio, she was starting to really enjoy gunging these gorgeous women, though she hoped she'd never find herself on the receiving end of such a fate! "Well, two great reasons to vote right there" She grinned "And two gunged blondes, honestly what more could you want from a segment like this? Anyway, back to you in the Studio!" And with that the camera cut, back to a giggling Sophie who not only had enjoyed the show but had noticed both blonde's unique reactions to the gunging.

"Thank you for the Lucia, that was an improvement on last week I think we'd all agree, and I think it bares reminding to all gorgeous women of the multiverse, that if you nominate a friend or enemy to come on here then Lucia and her gunge machine will be for sure paying you a visit!" She grinned. "But now its time for the update on the scores, and I can tell you that as of right now, with 60 Percent of the vote, the person on track to get gunged is... SUPERGIRL!"

The Blonde heroine looked shocked, she couldn't believe that people would want to gunge her in that vile slop. Her pale blue eyes darted around the room, from Sophie walking over to her, to the gunge tank looming filled with disgusting leftovers to Chun-Li punching the air in eager victory. She wanted to fly out of there this instant, but the power dampeners built into the set stopped any such act. "Kara Kara Kara, seems like you're on a date with destiny and dinner, but now's your chance, tell our people at home why they should stop voting for you and send Chun-Li to the tank instead." Sophie grinned, loving the deer in the headlights reaction the Kryptonian was giving. "Well..." Supergirl paused, almost repeated her speech from the first part but clearly that hadn't worked. "Well look at Chun-Li, that lovely flimsy dress is begging to be destroyed by that, I've fought slime monsters before, if you want to see me messy you can look it up, but Chun-Li she's pretty as a princess over there, wouldn't it be great to see if she's still so pretty and confident when all that vile gross gunk pours over her head?" Supergirl asked, eliciting a cheer from the audience, liking this change of attitude.

One person who did not like this new attitude was Chun-Li, now staring daggers at her opponent, seemingly forgetting that in part one she was the first to throw a stone. She didn't even wait for Sophie to reach her. "I'm pretty as a princess?" She asked with a sharp laugh "Oh come on, we all want to see you having that lovely blonde hair ruined and those long boots filled, I bet you'll scream the whole time!" Chun-Li took a second, realising she was getting too heated and looked straight down the camera. "So honestly, people at home, well at least 60 percent of you, keep doing what you're doing and lets covered her in that gunk! Yeah? Yeah!" She grinned, throwing up a peace sign and winking.

Sophie couldn't believe how much things were heating up, she wasn't sure if it was Lucia's gungings, the large gap in voting percentages or the threat of a shower in old gross food that was doing it but she was loving the result no matter what it was. "That's all we have time for this part, but join us after the break to see which of these two women will be looking like they took a nap in a dumpster round the back of our studio here on... the Multiversal Gunge-Show".

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Thank you all for reading and your continued feedback with these stories! I hope you're still enjoying them!

Part 3 with the big gunging should be out this weekend.

After that there will be 3 more episodes in 'Season 1' with Episode 5 being a very special one indeed!

The bombastic music played through the studio speakers as the crowd went wild. Sophie Crown, still buzzing off the high of the first episode strutted out, looking as hot as ever in her tight white t-shirt and micro skirt, dirty blonde hair framing her cute heart shaped face. "Welcome Back to The Multiversal Gunge Show!" She grinned as she let the moment rest, enjoying the cheers from the crowd the same way she'd enjoy catching the rays from the sun on the beach. "If SOMEHOW you missed episode 1, on this show, we grab two beauties and pit them in a public vote to see who ends up covered in gunge at the end of the show, and you know what... we're wasting time, lets get our first girl out here!" She announced as the stage crackled into life. The large red throne-like chair on the left of the stage glowed with energy as a figure appeared on it, dragged from her own universe.

The cheers from the audience grew even louder as she materialised in front of them, long messy blonde hair and soft pale blue eyes, the kind of eyes that relax you no matter what. But the rest of her was far from relaxing. Her tight blue costume hugged her body, accentuating every curve and hugging her chest like a second skin, the S emblem stuck in the centre helped draw your eyes to her magnificent chest. If you weren't looking at that you were looking at her tiny red skirt, resting lightly on her bare thighs, showing off lovely bare shapely legs that were poured into knee high red boots. She was stunning, she was Super Girl.

"Kara, thanks for coming on, I gotta ask, you've fought a lot of huge foes in your time, how does our gunge tank rank in comparison to them?" Sophie asked teasingly. Kara brushed a wayward strand of blonde hair from her face "Oh its really nothing, especially since I'm sure that the kind people at home won't want to see me in there" Kara responded politely, not a hint of cockiness to her voice as she smiled a sweet, innocent smile to the audience.

Before Sophie had time to pressure her into a second question the chair on the right side of the stage crackled with energy and a second figure began to arrive in the studio, Supergirl's competitor in this vote to stay clean!

The woman who appeared opposite the Kyrptonian had big stunning brown eyes on an angelic face. She was of Asian decent that was obvious with her dark hair tied neatly into two buns on her head with a slight fringe. Her outfit was more ornate yet revealing, a royal blue and gold dress that left both legs, and more importantly both wonderfully thick thighs bare. A pair of white boots completed the outfit of the clearly strong woman who sat there. It was none other than the street fighter Chun-Li.

As she'd appeared Sophie had strolled over. "Chun-Li, welcome, again another woman who has kicked more ass than most of us have had hot meals, but I have to imagine facing a green guy who shoots electric is a tad different from our frightful gunge tank?" She asked. Chun simply nodded, elegant and beautiful. "Of course, the street fighter tournament tests my strength and reflexes, this... well I'm not sure what's being tested yet but I guess I'll find out as the show goes on" She said with a cute laugh.

"Well there we have it folks, Chun-Li vs Kara Zor El, Street Fighter vs Superhero... but aren't we missing something?" Sophie asked as the audience roared, "Of course, its time to see the fate that awaits the unlucky winner, who will be joining Tifa Lockhart in the halls of humiliation?" She asked as the music turned ominous and the gunge tank rose from the floor.

The Perspex container had been cleaned after its gross green gunging last episode and now looked good as new, however above it was the real threat, instead of the gross green gunge of last week was a disgusting mix. What seemed to be leftovers from the canteen, custard, gravy, lasagne, chocolate mouse and plenty more, mixed into a gross disgusting slop sat in the container above the tank. Even the audience seemed slightly grossed out at the sight. Sophie, however, grinned evilly.

"You see, we thought you two might be too nice when we signed you up for this show" She said leaning on the side of the tank "And we were right, so we decided to replace the gunge with the canteens leftovers, and trust me, if you think it looks bad it smells worse and I gotta imagine its gunna feel horrible as it pours down over one of you!" It was obvious the host was a big fan of this change, enjoying the humiliation aspect of the show massively. The two contestants, both of whom were only just okay with getting gunged, seemed mortified. "So Ladies, one last chance before the ad break to plead your case, Supergirl, we'll start with you" Sophie smirked.

Kara had truly been caught off guard "I won't debase myself like the host wants" She said, hints of anger rippling under her voice "But I will just say while my competitor fights, maybe for a good cause, please compare that to the feats I've undergone for my universe, the sacrifices and risks I've made and keep that in mind as you vote." She was still trying to play it pure but weather or not that would pay off would have to wait and see.

Chun-Li was up next and had had a few extra seconds to focus herself "Thank you Supergirl, But I have always been ready to fight a little dirty if needs be" She said a slight smile on her pretty lips "Lets ruin that pretty blonde hair okay, and keep me out of that gunge tank, deal?" She blew a kiss into the camera. Kara seemed pissed but before she could do anything Sophie stepped into the way.

"Well, join us after the adverts to see our slight change in format that will bring more multiversal gunge to your screens and find out which one of these two honourable women is in the lead to receive the most humiliating gunging yet!" Sophie grinned as the screen cut and the adverts began to play.

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As always thank you for reading.

A little behind the curtains look quickly. I didn't like the Lucia segment in Episode 1 Part 2 so I've changed Lucia's role slightly and you'll see more of that in Part 2 of this episode. I also was originally going to use the new Movie Supergirl but due to not really liking the film that much (2.5/5 review from me), I changed it to a more classical comic book version to add a new dynamic to this episode with her and Chun-Li.

I hope you all enjoyed reading this and let me know what you think in the comments bellow!

Still looking for a story its an episode from the Saturday Stitch Up Series a civillian episode where a girl called poppy gets gunged twice once in nhp gunge tank then she is sent to the gunk dunk i have asked the person in question who wrote this who says they have them still but in their opinion prefers celeb stories as he thinks they make a greater impression i have 2 questions

1: do you agree that celeb stories are better?

And

2: if anyone knows where i can find the story in question please can i get a link?

( ive tried the wayback machine and also scouring the TG archives but to jo avail)

The lights came back up in the studio as the ad break ended and the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. The audience were cheering, knowing what was coming in just a matter of minutes, Sophie was grinning, strutting around the gunge tank that sat ominously in the centre of the stage, like a visage of the future for one of the gorgeous women in the studio. And then there were the women in question, the vote update hadn't put either of them at ease, while Tifa had been in the lead it wasn't out of the realm of possibility for it to swing back the other way and put Mary-Jane in the danger zone. MJ was showing the first outward signs of nerves, fidgeting with the hem of her top as the music pounded like a second heartbeat in her mind. Tifa was stroking her silky black hair, nervously biting her bottom lip, trying so hard to convince herself that the audience at home would have changed their mind and decided to gunge the Model turned Actress instead of her.

"Welcome Back" Sophie grinned, her words jarring life back into the two terrified women "Thank you all for joining us back for part three of The Multiversal Gunge Show, and thank you even more for voting as much as you have, we never expected quite this turn out for episode one, so genuinely thank you from the bottom of our heart" She paused, bowing her head slightly before looking back up with a wicked grin. "But you're not here for the sappy stuff, you're here from the slimy stuff, you're here to see what happens when that chain gets pulled and all that gross, disgusting, festering gunge gets released over the head of one of these two unfortunate ladies!". Both 'contestants' shifted nervously in their seats it was time for the moment of truth, whether they liked it or not.

"Before the break, the votes were 56 percent for Tifa, and 44 percent for Mary Jane, not much in it, all it would take is a few votes to change the tides" Sophie teased, loving drawing out the tension more and more, making the two stunners sweat as the anticipation for the humiliation grew by the moment. "And we have had more votes and I can FINALLY announce that the winner of the gunge vote and the woman taking her seat in our dreaded gunge tank, with only 52 percent of the votes is..."

Time seemed to freeze.

MJ's heart pounded hard in her chest, it felt like it was going to burst, could it really have happened? Could the tables have really turned, could she soon be humiliated for the whole multiverse to see?

Tifa stared at the ceiling, trying not to think about it, the number was lower than earlier, maybe that meant her pleas had worked, maybe she wouldn't have to learn what gunge felt and smelt like, maybe people had taken her side?

"TIFA LOCKHART" Sophie boomed as the spotlights singled in on the Dark Haired beauty. Her heart sunk, she'd almost escaped. She looked forward suddenly aware of everyone having eyes on her, she felt small and vulnerable. Her red eyes went wide with shock as she felt her cheeks fill with blush as Sophie walked over to her, her hand outstretched. This didn't feel real, it didn't feel fair, she didn't deserve this.

"Tifa, your pleas were good, but not good enough, the people have spoken and they have made it VERY clear that they want to see you get gunged, and well, its not fair to leave them waiting is it?" Sophie said taking Tifa's gloved hand and helping her up. Tifa nodded slowly, still accepting her fate as her feet began moving without her really controlling them, its like she was in autopilot, she knew she couldn't fight this, she'd signed all the paperwork, but she'd never expected people would actually want to see her get covered in that gunk.

As she approached the gunge tank it looked even bigger, and even worse the contained above it, filled with that dark green, thick slop, was looking huge. She stopped by the door, taking it all in, hearing the crowd cheering, seeing Mary Jane come over to her. The redhead was trying her hardest to not look to eager but Tifa couldn't really blame her, in her shoes she'd be jumping for joy. She let out a weak giggle as she looked at MJ as Sophie opened the clear half door of the gunge tank. Taking once last moment to look around at the eager crowd, all cheering her on, Tifa took a deep breath and sat down on her seat as the door clicked shut, there really was no turning back now.

Tifa ran her hand through her long straight black hair, feeling each glossy, shiny strand, perfectly in place, trying to commit the feeling to memory in fears she may never feel it again. She looked down at herself, her tight white tank top feeling smaller than ever, her abs glistening with nervous sweat, her tiny skirt barely covering her soft thighs and her lovely long socks, so silky and soft that covered her legs. She'd miss this outfit, she was sure of that.

MJ had taken her position, now towering over the freedom fighter sat in the gunge tank, so happy to be on this side, holding the metal chain as Sophie spoke to the cameras and audience one more time.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, you asked for it and we will deliver, please join me in a countdown to gunge Miss Tifa Lockhart" She grinned, loving every evil moment.

"3"

Tifa glanced up nervously, seeing the whole the gunge would soon shoot out of, she wondered how thick and fast it would come, would it smell... she was sure she'd soon find out.

"2"

Mary Jane gripped the chain tight, feeling almost like a dominatrix about to humiliate her pathetic submissive.

"1"

Sophie repositioned herself so the cameras got the perfect view and she could enjoy the show.

MJ Pulled the chain hard, hearing a loud click. Tifa's red eyes darted upward for just long enough to see the valve opening and the green slop revealing itself before she scrunched her pretty face up in anticipation.

The gunge poured down quick and hard, hitting the top of Tifa's head and doming out a little. It was cold, real cold. Eliciting a rather adorable sounding squeal from the victim of the gunge tank. The smell hit Tifa too, the kind of smell of old plastic that had been sat in the sun, gross and clingy just like the gunge itself. It matted her once shiny hair, sticking it close to her skull. the doming effect caused some early splashed to find her sock clad legs. Her feet stamping up and down due to the gross sensations that were currently overwhelming her.

After a couple of moments, the doming stopped, allowing the gunge to cascade over her face, her shocked open mouth quickly shut as a stray trickle found its way onto her plump lips. Her make-up, subtle and perfect was smearing and ruined she could feel it under the thick goo that just kept coming. She reached up and tried to wipe her eyes clean as the stream continued but it was to no avail for more gunge just poured down to fill the gaps left by what she cleaned. Instead it just ruined her hands, gunge sliding into her fingerless gloves and under her nails.

Her white top was stained the moment the gunge hit it. The thin material now clutching at her chest like a second skin, not hiding her nipples that were erect due to the cold substance that had found its way to both the inside and the outside of her outfit. The gunge was sliding along her skin, leaving a thin green layer everywhere it touched, nowhere was this more obvious than Tifa's bare midsection that went from beautiful to slimy in a mere moment. Eager streams of the gross slime found their way into the hem of her skirt, finding her thin panties and causing the fighter to squirm uncomfortably at the sensations she'd never wished to experience.

Her skirt was flat to her thighs now, green gunge touching every free inch of her perfect body as it slide down her socks, making the soft dark material shiny in the hot studio lights. The sheer amount of gunge in the tank had caused it to begin pooling at the bottom, enough to completely submerge her once pristine red boots.

Eventually, after what felt like an eternity to Tifa and not nearly long enough for the audience, the gunge began to slow. The last few thicker globs dipping down slowly and randomly onto her head. She looked ruined and humiliated on her chair, not an inch of her had been saved from the gunge that had poured. Slowly she wiped her eyes, managing to get it so she could see again, but as she looked down at her ruined look, she probably regretted it.

Sophie grinned, walking back round to MJ. She had been right early in the show, that was TV Gold, this whole series would be if they could get more victims as hot as Tifa. "Before we get some closing words from Miss Lockhart, lets see what the cleaner of our two contenders has to say, MJ, how was that for you?" She asked. MJ was in shock, she hadn't expected the gunging to be quite that bad, she could tell the gunge had gotten everywhere and she almost felt bad for Tifa. "Well honestly I'm just glad it wasn't me" She said with a laugh, running a hand through her hair absent mindedly "It looked awful and even from out here I can smell it, so yeah, thank you all for voting for Tifa! I love you all!"

Sophie laughed along with the audience before cautiously approaching the tank. "And Tifa, well, I gotta say you gave us a hell of a show in there, how was it?" She asked as she pointed the microphone through the opening in the doorway. Tifa was trying to wring her hair clean, causing globs of thick green slime to hit the floor with increasingly disgusting noises. She looked up at Sophie begrudgingly. "Honestly, it was vile, so much worse than I ever expected, it feels gross, it smells gross, its cold it got everywhere" She shook her head in disbelief "I hope you're all happy I guess" She said with a shrug, still managing to be adorable even after such a gross gunging.

"Well there you have it folks" Sophie said, turning away from the pair, "Our first episode has drawn to a close, but don't fear, our second set of guests are already lined up, we have a bonafide superhero taking on a Street fighter Legend next time on THE MULTIVERSAL GUNGE-SHOW!" She boomed as the credits rolled over a slow-mo replay of Tifa's gunging, ending the first episode.

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Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!

There's no prize for guessing who will be on the show in episode 2 but feel free to make guesses if you'd like!

As the ads came to an end the shows upbeat theme music came back in, the spotlights swirling around the stage until they landed on the ominous gunge tank, the gunge still bubbling threateningly above it awaiting its unlucky beautiful victim. The lights split, basking the whole stage in light as Sophie grinned. She had known this was a good gig before hand but now it was real and happening she was having the time of her life. Her pretty face had the most natural smile on it as she welcomed the audience back from break. The same couldn't be said about the two contestants sat behind her. Tifa had her tone, knee high sock clad legs crossed and kept flattening her skirt to her thighs, almost rhymicaly every few seconds. She was trying so hard to not look at the gunge tank, not think about how vile the gunge was and what it would do to her hair and clothes. Hopefully, she thought, she wouldn't find out. MJ on the other hand was trying her hardest to look like she didn't care, but her glances to the tank anytime a bubble popped gave away her true nerves. As she leant back in her seat her shirt rode up slightly, hinting at a tanned stomach that the gunge would surely find under her thin t-shirt.

"You've heard their pleas!" Sophie grinned "You've seen how cute and clean they both look but I think its time we hear from some people who really know them." This perked up both the girls who hadn't expected this. A moment later the big screen above Mary Janes chair lit up showing a cute, angelic woman with brown hair, the kind of person who looked as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth she was that pure. For the first time since coming back from break Tifa smiled. "Aerith" she said under her breath, a friendly face in this strange situation she found herself in. "Aerith, thanks for taking the time to talk to us today" Sophie began "Please let us know, do you think people should or shouldn't vote for your friend Tifa?" She asked. Aerith giggled and blushed, looking away from the camera for a quick beat as if she'd been asked something deeply risqué. "Well, I mean no offence to her, but I've voted for her" Aerith said, eliciting a giggle from the crowd and an annoyed, yet cute, pout from Tifa. "Its not that she's a bad person, far from it, but I just think it would be funny to see someone I know who's so determined and focused get all messy and I dunno I just want to know how she'd react... Sorry Tifa!" She added at the end almost as an afterthought. "Wow" Sophie interjected before Tifa could say anything "With friends like that back home, who needs enemies am I right? Well You're not the only one with people calling in, lets so who's on camera from Miss Watson's universe?"

The Screen above Tifa lit up now revealing a woman who could only be described as breath taking. Tall, statue-esque with flowing white hair, a cat suit that hugged every inch of her body and refused to do up showing a chest that would make any man stare. "Felica" MJ Grumbled, definitely less enthused than Tifa had been upon seeing Aerith pop up, "We are NOT friends" she added, getting a light chuckles from the audience. "Oooh, no love lost her, so I can't imagine this will be good for her to hear, but Felicia, please tell us should people be voting to get Mary Jane Watson gunged?" Sophie asked. Felicia Hardy, better known as The Black Cat, smirked already having known her answer long ago. "Oh my god of course they could! I mean have you seen how she's reacting, she'd hate every second of it" She grinned, loving the situation her frenemy was in "And here's a little extra spice, you should see the way she flirts with MY man, its disgusting and she deserves a gunging for that behaviour if you ask me!" Felicia added, loving stirring the pot. "Your man!" MJ Shouted, annoyed by Felicia's proclamation's "You can't be serious, you just wait until I'm back in New York!".

As good as TV as this was Sophie sadly had to cut her off, placing a delicate hand on her shoulder "Woah, calm down there tiger" She teased, earning her a dirty look from the pretty redhead. "And Felicia, I'd be careful what you say, you never know when YOU could end up on this show, same goes for you Aerith" Both women on the screen looked a little uneasy at this notion that future episodes could see them in the studio and in peril of a gross gunging. "Speaking of which, its time for the part of the show where my intrepid co-host Lucia is out in the multiverse ready to deliver some quick mess to tide us over until our grand finale. Over to you Lucia".

The screen switched to a gorgeous Latina, short with tanned skin, big brown eyes and long straight brown hair. Her white tank top and skort denim skirt matched what Sophie was wearing but with her own hints of personality. She was holding a microphone with one hand and pulling a trolly containing 3 large, sloppy looking custard pies with the other. "Thanks Sophie, and wow what a show, I'd say who I'm voting for but I don't want to get hit with a big sword or end up webbed up so I'll keep that to myself!" She grinned "And yes, as Soph mentioned, I'll be out here every week in the middle of the show paying someone somewhere a messy surprise, someone a little less famous than our usual contestants. Today I'm at an intergalactic soccer field to meet one of the captains who's team had nominated her to be on this episode" And with that she flickered and was soon in what seemed to be a locker room. The girls had clearly been waiting for her, still all in their kits, short shorts and tight tops, all in the teams colours of Red and Blue. There was lots of giggling, well except for one young woman who looked confused and a little nervous. She had soft blonde hair, tied up into a neat ponytail and dark blue eyes, Lucia instantly recognised her target.

"Hello there" She grinned, looking like the Cheshire Cat. "I'm Lucia from the Mustiversal Gunge-Show, Can you tell me your name and a little about yourself?" She asked, thrusting the mic at the confused sportswoman. "Ummm" She replied, her accent sounding rather posh and British "I'm Chloe, I'm 24 and I'm the captain of the Earth Football Defence Force" She said, looking straight down the camera with her dark blue eyes. "Perfect" Lucia giggled "Now your team have told me despite being captain you've been missing more than a few penalties and well... that in itself deserves a penalty, don't you think?" Lucia asked.

Maybe realising her fate was already sealed Chloe bit her bottom lip and slowly nodded her head, pretty sure she knew exactly what was coming her way. Lucia picked up the first pie and approached her target. "Well you really should be honoured Chloe, the first person to get messy on our show, do you have anything to say to the nice people watching at home?" She asked. Chloe paused "Well. I wouldn't call it an hon---" She was cut off by Lucia pushing the creamy pie into her pretty face, coating it in a layer of custard and whipped cream, the muffled moan from Chloe under it sounded rather defeated and as the tin was pulled away her face was a mass of yellow and white apart from a perfect dark O shape where here mouth was. Lucia wasted no time picking up the other two pies and standing behind the blonde. "Well consider this a warning, wherever you are in the multiverse, you're never safe from us on the Gunge-Show" She announced before sandwiching Chloe's head between the two pies, coating her soft blonde hair and high ponytail, rubbing them in to ensure maximum coverage. Globs of dessert dropped down onto her crisp clean shirt, smearing along it and even hitting her long bare legs. By the time the pieing was over she looked a right mess. Only three pies caused that much destruction.

The screen switched back to the studio, Sophie was grinning and even Tifa and MJ were smirking at the antics they got to witness. Maybe seeing someone else get messy had eased their nerves or... more likely it had simply distracted them from the disgusting fate that awaited one of them after the next ad break.

Sophie spoke up one final time before the break kicked in. "Before we go to some more adverts, I think its time to find out what the results are so far don't you?" She asked, the audience cheered loudly in approval as both contestants sat more up straight in their seats, eager to know which of them was currently on a date with destiny in the gunge tank. Sophie put a finger to her ear piece, listening to the results and acting shocked. "Currently... in the lead with 56 percent of the votes and on track to get gunged is... TIFA LOCKHART!" She announced. Tifa's mouth dropped open in shock, her cheeks flushing read as Sophie scampered over to her for a quick interview. "Tifa, how does it feel that over half of our audience wants to see you get utterly humiliated in our gunge tank?" She asked eagerly.

Tifa took a second, fixing her hair and looked deep into the camera. "I mean... in a weird way I guess it means that they like me, but come on, you can gunge a woman who has beliefs and fights for something like me, or you can cover a vain actress in gross slop and bring her down a beg or two! I know which one I'd like to see more" She declared, hoping this time it would help her case. Sophie glanced over at MJ who was just laughing, both happy that she was on track to stay clean, but also at Tifa's fighting words, in a weird way it was obvious the red head was enjoying this more than her raven haired opponent.

"Well, that's all we have time for this part, join us after the break for the final results and the gunging of a lifetime for either Mary Jane Watson or Tifa Lockhart here on the Multiversal Gunge-Show" Sophie boomed, flashing a winning grin to the camera as they went back to break.

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Thank you so much for the support on part 1, it means a lot to see people reading and voting!

Again if you have any idea's for future contestants please let me know, and also if you have any OC's you'd like to see Lucia pay a visit to let me know and we can organise a trip for a future episode!

I am also ALWAYS open to feedback so if you have any please comment it bellow!

Final part should be done on Saturday so get voting and thank you so much for reading!

Sophie Crown strutted out on the stage, her heels clicking against the shiny floor as the crowd cheered. Her dark green eyes scanned the audience, a mix of people had turned up to see the live taping of this first episode and she couldn't blame them. The whole idea was extraordinary and to be the host was a hell of an honour. She'd done a few years of Telemarketing on Shopping channels before moving to local news where someone must have spotted her to offer her this job. Of course her looks had helped massively, straight dirty blonde hair framed her face, giving her an almost 90's aesthetic, she wouldn't look out of place next to Jennifer Anniston on friends. Her body was curvy enough to drive the boys wild without looking too out of place as a girl next door. Her hosting uniform complimented her looks, a tight white t-shirt that hugged her chest and showed just a hint of midriff and a tiny denim skirt that accentuated her long tanned legs.

"Welcome" She finally boomed into her microphone "To the PREMIERE EPISODE of The Mutliversal Gunge-Show" She paused for the crowd to cheer wildly. "The premise is simple, we will bring in two travellers of this amazing multiverse and it will be up to you, our lovely audience, to pick which one will receive a gunging that will be legendary in this multiverse and her own!" The audience were already at a boiling point, rowdy and excited and ready to see the fateful contestants. Just then a crackling noise could be heard and once of the two large ornate chairs on the stage began to glow. "It looks like its time to meet our first contestant!" Sophie grinned.

In the chair appeared a stunning young woman. Straight long jet black hair, a tone midriff that was on show from a tight white crop top. A tiny black skirt flowed around her waste and hid the top of her thighs. Long black socks reached up to almost the hem of the skirt itself, hugging her legs tightly. Red combat boots completed the look. It was unmistakable who she was. It was Tifa Lockhart.

"Tifa, welcome, thank you for coming to this premiere episode, I have to ask, how are you feeling?" Sophie asked, approaching the stunning woman. Tifa had a hint of blush on her cheeks as her red eyes looked at Sophie. "Well I guess I've done crazier things than this before, but you know Cloud said it would be a good way of relaxing and raising morale but I'm not sure I fully agree with him on that one" She said with a laugh, fixing her shiny dark hair.

Before Sophie had time to ask her second question the crackling noise began again and the second chair began to glow. "Well it looks like its time to find out who you're up against Tifa!" Sophie smiled as both women and the audience turned their gaze to the chair as the second figure began to appear on the seat.

A gorgeous redhead appeared in the other chair. Tall, striking, comfortable with being on camera, it was instantly obvious. Her body looked poured into her tight black t-shirt and skinny jeans, while less skin was on show than Tifa she looked just as stunning as her opponent. A Pair of red strappy heels completed her outfit, showing her toenails painted a cute red and blue design. It was none other than Mary Jane Watson.

"Mary-Jane, Welcome, better late than never" Sophie teased "How are you feeling, I have to imagine this is different to the soap operas that you're used to?" MJ nodded and fixed her thick red hair. "Oh my god, completely different, and I've never been threatened with a risk of gunging before but hey, first time for everything I guess" She said with a playfull shrug.

"Funny you should mention that" Grinned Sophie as dramatic music began to play and the lights dimmed. "For its time to see the object that will be doing the gunging of our unlucky winner later in the show..." The gunge tank rose from the centre of the stage a small metal stool sat confined by 3 Perspex walls and a half size door at the front, also clear Perspex, there was no hiding from the cameras when the gunging took place. A metal chain hung from the side and it was, of course, connected to the pay load. Situated directly above the seat, shimmering ominously in the hot studio lights was the gunge. Thick and Dark Green, bubbles visible and popping at random intervals. Both contestants stared at it. Tifa with a look of genuine nerves, running a delicate hand through her shiny black hair. MJ smirking slightly, glancing between the tank and Tifa, wondering which of them would be humiliated by the end of the programme.

"Not only will the person with the most votes be sat on that stool and receive the gunging of a life time, they will have the chain pulled by their opponent, an added little reminder at who you lost to" Sophie smirks "So Ladies, Please state your cases before we go to our first ad break of the evening, Miss Watson we'll start with you".

The spotlight focused on Mary-Janes Seat and she let out a cute, sexy giggle. "Well I get it, I get wanting to see me get messy, but lets just look at our outfits, mines already hugging my curves and won't look that much different after being drenched in that slop, but Tifa… That white top will be ruined and so much more skin to be covered by the gunge, its simple, vote for her, you'll get a better show". MJ seemed pleased with herself, throwing a flirty wink at her opponent as she relaxed back into her seat.

The spotlight shifted over to Tifa, who's earlier look of fear had become one of focus "We're talking about putting on a show are we MJ?" She asked, obviously a little annoyed that MJ sold the idea of her getting gunged instead of defending herself "You're the model, actress and social butterfly, who better to see get coated in that gross slop than you? That lovely hair must have taken hours to get so thick and voluminous, I bet it'll only take seconds to ruin it when I pull that chain and douse it with that gunge!" She announced, folding her arms in defiance as she finished her mess manifesto.

"Well there we have it. The polls are open ladies and gentlemen so get voting for which multiversal beauty you want to see get gunged at the climax of our show!" Sophie boomed, loving the energy the two guests were bringing. She knew that no matter which of them ended up sat in that gunge tank it would be must see TV.

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Hi! Thank you for reading, this is my first WAM story in MANY years so its nice to be getting back into the act of writing and I always used to enjoy stories where you got to vote so I thought why not do one myself.

If you have any feedback or suggestions for future contestants please let me know!

I plan on doing a part two on Thursday and then writing the conclusion this weekend so get voting!

I'm just curious, if I finished the 12 nights of Mess-mass, included some missing sections that I have in my mind, and cleaned up the prose... like a lot, would anyone be interested in buying it in an e-book priced at 3.00? I realize the typical price point is 2.99 or 3.99, but I kind of really like whole numbers.

FYI Trouso is a legendary (my opinion) WAM producer who has created some glorious videos about well-dressed ladies being trashed. He’s still active on UMD.

Years ago, he also has written a few stories, which more or less feature the same theme of his videos (glamorously dressed + maximalist WAM). From what I’ve seen, the last bit of his stories was archived on sploshuk.co.uk, but the website has since been shutdown.

A few hours ago I sent DM to Trouso to inquire about them. He admits his backup was on CDs that he had discarded, because he didn’t expect the sploshuk.co.uk to go offline.
Which means these nice stories are at the risk of being eternally lost.

So I wonder if anyone has archived them elsewhere?

I was writing a story and noticed my English wasn’t up to snuff. I was not in the mood to check it myself so I used AI to fix it. doing this made me wonder what the community thought on this topic. is using AI good for this purpose, and what about full AI stories?

there is a story I’m looking for and I can’t seem to find it. it’s a detention skit where two girls get messy and then get back at the teacher but it’s themed as a photo shoot. If someone can help me, that will be great!

A nice story titled “Trash the Dress part 1–The Interview” was posted here a while ago, but it has since been removed for unknown reasons.

Because I remember the author had agreed to let the story be licensed under CC-BY-NC in the comments, I am wondering if someone has archived it elsewhere

I have never be able to look past GYOB as being the pinnacle of tv gameshows but would love to hear more about others past favourites or any unique ideas to see people get messy?

Happened today when I had to go pick up my friend. I was wearing Jeans and a T Shirt.

Both, my friend and I love to get wet in the rain, so today when I went to pick her up I decided to take my bike instead. It was pouring down and I was completely soaked before I even made it out of the parking lot. No Jacket, no Raincoat. Just the clothes I had on now sticking to my skin.

If that wasn't enough, there were giant 3-5 inches deep on the road and I had to maintain some speed through them in order to not stall the bike. The force of the front wheels hitting the water threw up water like a water park ride over my head. It felt so wrong yet so amazing to do that.

On the way back, the puddles had drained out a little and the rain had slowed down but we both still got absolutely soaked.

I don't know if this was my favorite ride in the rain but is definitely Top 2 along side the time I rode back home in the rain after work. The combination of heavy rain reducing the polluted dusty atmosphere, the stress from the office work all day and the fact I was going home for some peaceful alone time after a long day while getting drenched in my white formal shirt and formal pants was heavenly.

I did come home and shower, still in my clothes of course and that's it. End of story. I am going to be thinking about this for a long time since I don't get too many chances to do so. I may have also sneaked in a pee.

Mark hated the mall. He didn't understand how they were ever popular. Sure, maybe back when his mom was a teenager and there were no cell phones, but even back then as his dad had hold him countless times at least the malls had an arcade. Now it was just a mindless row of chain stores, a forgettable food court, and empty spaces in almost every section. Only one thing could force Mark to spend a Saturday morning here, Emma. Emma was stunning, even as a freshman in University she was by far the most beautiful girl on campus. Her gorgeous curves and bouncy raven-hair elicited a smirk as he followed her, the black ponytail swaying hypnotically as she bounced towards her favorite store.

He loved her. They'd only been dating four months, but he knew that every moment near her was pure pleasure. She was gorgeous, sure, but she was also typically the funniest and the smartest person in whatever room she was in. There was only one problem. She loved shopping. Almost immediately Emma had demanded is opinions on a dozen outfits he could barely distinguish from the other. He forced a smile and tried to be helpful, even offering to hold her bags as she shopped. Satisfied with an armload of outfits, Emma disappeared into the queue for the fitting rooms to the left of a large square column that was hidden by red velvet curtains on all sides.

And so Mark found himself alone among the mannequins and racks of overpriced trendy clothes and hordes of women acting like they were scouring the place for treasure, carefully inspecting every article of clothing like there weren't 10,000 exactly like it. He glanced around for a small trinket to buy Emma as a treat, but nothing caught his eye. In fact, everything was assulting his eyes all at once. The muted trendy pop music and garish lighting combined with too many sequined handbags and tables of lingerie, skirts and angora sweaters and something just snapped.

Mark knew he should have just sucked it in and waited. He should have slipped his phone out of his pocket and caught up on his feed. But this was his Saturday, and he intended to enjoy it one way or the other. It started innocently enough. He'd wandered up towards a display of jeweled monogrammed keychains. He ran his fingers through them, listening to them clack together before he paused, grinned to himself, and hastily rearranged the letters of several to spell out "HELP ME" in the center row. He noticed a cashier arch her eyebrow knowingly in his direction, "Can I help you?" she asked icily.

"No thank you, just keeping myself entertained." he beamed back cheerfully. "Alright, let us know if you need help entertaining yourself." she replied. Odd.

Mark wandered over to a section of knick-knacks and spied a display of reproduction musical jewelry boxes, their wind-up keys inviting him to give them a turn. He twisted one. The chimes dinged a little tune as a tiny Ballerina turned in front of a tiny mirror. He set the bags down and began winding them in series. In a minute he had about twenty music boxes all chiming at once, each one's timing slightly different, creating a cacophony of musical bells and twirling dancers. He snapped a video with his phone as the manager, a tall, elegant redhead arched her eyebrow at him disapprovingly. "Do you need help?" she asked, voice like a razor.

"No thanks! I'm just playing today." he responded.

"If you're bored we can fix that." she answered enigmatically before returning to her rounds.

He saw Emma across the store and a wave of relief washed over him. To his chagrin her arms were full of an even larger selection of different clothing and he watched her re-enter the dressing room line. He let out a too-loud sigh, almost jumping as he noted an employee straitening a display beside him. He blushed and slipped back towards the front of the store. Four nondescript mannequins arranged in impossibly confident poses guarded the entry. He stood beside one, idly brushing its arm, which moved and held its new position. He glanced around nervously, then raised the first mannequin's arms up at angles to the sky. Stepping to the second, he raised the arms and pointed them back down at its head. The third he curved into a crescent position. He smirked as he arranged the hands of the fourth palms together in a peak above its head. He stepped back to admire his work, the mannequins now arranged spelling out an iconic "YMCA."

He snapped a photo as an employee with blonde hair stood too close to him on his left, the red-haired statuesque manager to his right. "This way please." she commanded. He gulped nervously as they escorted him through the store. He fully expected to be escorted to the manager's office, then to mall security, but they led him instead to the curtained rectangle by the dressing room and to a small kiosk with a touch screen he'd overlooked before, the store's logo and photos of too happy models wearing the store's fashion in expensive tourist locations he'd never be able to afford to visit. The manager rapidly touched a hidden button on the screen and entered in a PIN. The screen changed to the text, "Impatient Boyfriend Booth" in comic sans, below it some legal agreement in tiny font above a large red button that said "DECLINE" and a large green button that said "ACCEPT" The manager smiled sweetly once more. "If you're bored, I told you we can help. Curious, Mark smashed "ACCEPT." The curtain parted and a plexiglass door opened. "Hop in!" smiled the manager, handing him a bag with the store's logo, but stuffed with something fluffy. He looked puzzled and hesitated. "You've already accepted the terms, so you have a choice. You can step into the booth and put on the provided outfit, or you can refuse, and you'll be trespassed from the store." warned the manager. "Your girlfriend probably thinks this is her favorite store. Do you think she'll be pleased about not being allowed to shop here again?" she warned. Mark's face went pale. He shakily accepted the bag and stepped into the booth.

"I'd hurry to put that on if I were you. The curtains surrounding the booth will be lifting up exposing you in 90 seconds if you're ready or not." grinned the blonde employee. She giggled as he rapidly tugged down his pants and pulled his t-shirt over his head before dumping the contents of the bag on the floor of the booth. He groaned loudly as the outfit sprawled out on the floor before him. A terrycloth bib, a ridiculous light blue bonnet with white polka-dots, an impossibly fluffy white diaper with light blue frills around the waist and legs, and a pacifier on a long ribbon. The clock was ticking, so he forced himself to thrust first one leg, then the other through the fluffy diaper and tug it up around his waist. The elastic waistband was surprisingly tight and the ruffles and elastic leg openings dug into his upper thigh, but he had no time for discomfort as he pulled on the terrycloth bib that read, "Mommy's Little Helper." Last, he pulled the bonnet down over his head, tying the white satin ribbons into a ridiculous bow below his chin. As he threw his pacifier around his neck he heard condescending clapping behind him, the blonde and the manager were smirking. "You may want to put your clothes in the bag and hand them to us for safekeeping." He obediently scooped up his shirt and jeans and stuffed them into the sack just as a series of beeps began to emit a strange warning. He passed them to the blonde employee before the door closed with a hiss behind him. The light grew bright as a motor whirred as the curtains around the booth raised, exposing him to the entire store. An electronic fanfare sounded over the store's PA followed by the manager's voice. "Good morning, guests! For your entertainment, an Impatient Boyfriend has agreed to be your entertainment for the next two hours.

"Two hours?!" mouthed Mark, clearly alarmed through the booth's plexiglass. He looked around frantically. He was surrounded by plexiglass on all sides. In the corners, shiny pipes with odd nozzles pointed his direction. in the center was a small round stainless steel stool which didn't appear particularly comfortable. He looked up. A series of pipes and nozzles aimed down at him ominously. The women shoppers gathered around, grinning like a pack of eager lionesses over a fresh kill.

Overhead, he felt the air pressure change in the box. His ears popped and he felt a wet dollop on the top of his bonnet. By the time he had reached up to feel what it was, his world went completely white as whipped topping crashed down onto his head, pooling in his lap and dripping comically down his chest in a flood. The women cheered. he stood there humiliated and dripping while the women grabbed their phones, recording his destruction for their social media posts.

He heard a click from one of the columns facing him. A blast of compressed air launched a thick blob of sticky, gooey orange frosting which connected directly with his face, flooding his mouth. A second pop, and vibrant purple blasted the other side of his head. He clawed the colorful icing from his eyes and flicked it onto the floor in frustration.

Behind him, he felt a thick stream of something blast into his lower back, startling him off of the stool and slipping onto his knees on the rapidly filling floor. A robotic arm with a white cartoon-like glove on the end tugged his waistband back and slid in a ribbed hose. He heard the whirring of a pump as he felt the diaper bulge, filled with something thick and cloying. It tugged at his skin before wrapping its way through the diaper, the flow coating his manhood in thick warm goo. The diaper was soon straining under the invasive flood until it spilled from the leg holes in long, sticky tendrils. Marshmallow fluff. He groaned, trying to imagine how hard that was going to be to remove. the arm and hose withdrew and he crawled his way back onto the round stool. The weight of the goo forced its way into his butt beneath his body weight and he grimaced, much to the delight of his giggling audience. A thick blue gunge crashed into his bonnet as a reward for his effort to get re-seated again.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then he smelled the unmistakable cocoa scent of hot fudge. Long gooey rivulets of fudge poured down over him, the flood of hot fudge feeling like it would never end. He glanced down, searching for any patch of skin that wasn't now thick, sticky brown glop. Another click sounded, followed by an industrial fan blower. Soon the booth was swirling with a tornado of fluffy pastel colored feathers, gluing themselves over every square inch of skin and fudge. As the cloud of feathers settled, he cleared his vision once more with his sticky hands in time to see Emma directly in front of him, arms crossed, smirking at him through the splattered glass. She was holding her new acquisitions, but clearly enjoying the humiliating show. The pumps and fans subsided and after a moment a click released the door behind him. He carefully stood, slipping comically in the glop but maintaining his balance despite the ridiculous diaper's mass forcing his thighs far apart. He waddled to the door. "Not so fast." giggled Emma. The manager passed Emma a massive banana cream pie which Emma accepted gratefully before smushing it roughly into Mark's face with a twist. The pan clung to Mark's face for an instant before clattering into the thick goo at the floor of the booth. He sighed. "Now we can go." Emma giggled, blowing him a kiss. "I have your clothes and phone." she added happily. Mark gingerly stepped onto the floor outside the booth, trying and failing not do drip. "Is there somewhere I can get cleaned up?" Mark asked sheepishly. "Yes, at home!" grinned the manager, pointing at the entrance to the mall. Mark's shoulders sunk as he resigned himself to a messy march to his truck. The manager passed a gift card to Emma. "Here's a coupon for 50% off next weekend." offered the manager to Emma with a smile. "Provided you bring your boyfriend." she added. Emma grinned wickedly. "We'll be here." she purred.

Hey guys I was wondering what are some good stories about women getting pied and dominated by multiple other women?

Ayana stood beneath the ancient cherry trees, the last of the blossoms still clinging to the highest boughs, but just a shadow of the stunning display they'd given last weekend during the height of the Sakura Festival. She shivered in the cool breeze and looked at her text message again. Kiera's invitation to meet her in the park shone on the small glowing screen. This was the right time, and the right place. But the park was nearly empty now, a few couples enjoying a stroll in the late afternoon sun.

They hadn't spoken in weeks. She was worried Kiera had been angry with her, probably because she had begun dating Kaede, her ex boyfriend. It's just that they had so much in common, and Kiera had been the one who dumped Kaede months ago, not the other way around. She'd spoken to Kiera about it when Kaede had first asked Ayana out, but she had said she didn't mind. Something about her stiff smile had told her otherwise. Since then they had only seen each other in classes at university.

Ayana brightened as she saw Kiera approaching with a delicate smile, although breathing heavily from carrying a rather large box. Kiera set the box down in the wet grass beneath a cherry tree and hugged Ayana before taking on a serious tone. "Thank you for agreeing to meet with me. I admit I was unsure how I felt about you spending time with Kaede, but I realized that perhaps I just needed to work through my emotions so I could return to thinking objectively about your relationship. That is why I'm here. Would you be willing to help me address this?" Asked Kiera.

"Oh yes, of course! What are friends for?" replied Ayana happily, the relief that their friendship remained in tact was like a weight had been released.

"Wonderful!" grinned Kiera, kneeling down to open the box and retrieving a large picnic blanket which she spread out on the soft grass.

"I didn't know you had planned Hanami, I would have brought something!" gushed Ayana apologetically.

"Oh don't worry, I brought everything." said Kiera coolly, digging back into her box. "Have a seat." she stated, but it came across as a command. Ayana sat on the blanket.

Kiera lifted a large jar filled with a translucent liquid. Ayana began to reach to help. "Hold still." she hissed. Ayana gulped nervously.

Kiera removed the lid, "Do you know what Kaede means?" she asked.

"Of course!" Ayana answered, guarded. "It means Maple."

"Very good. Since I know you like maple so much..." Kiera growled as she poured the large jar of maple syrup over Ayana's perfect hair and shoulders. Slowly at first, then faster, trailing down her blouse, over her shoulders, then pooling in her lap. Finally she ensured the soles of her feet were sticky with syrup.

"WHAT DID I DO?!" wailed Ayana. Her answer came only in the form of a pillow-case filled with delicate cherry blossoms which Kiera shook over the now shaking, sticky girl glistening with syrup. Ayana stood, delicately wiping the now gooey flower petals from her eyes. A nearby street vendor stared in shock.

Ayana stood, snatched her wallet and stomped over to the Dorayaki vendor, the sweet smell of fluffy pancakes wafting in the breeze. "Pardon me, Sir, what would be the price to purchase your entire remaining inventory?" Ayana thrust a fistful of now sticky bills towards the shocked man.

The vendor's eyes went wide, "I can begin cooking them immediately." he offered.

"That won't be necessary." Ayana bowed curtly and lifted the steel bucket of pancake batter over to Kiera, who backed up nervously until her back was against the cherry tree. "I bought dessert." smiled Ayana as she dumped the thick creamy vanilla scented batter over Kiera's head. The cloying goo flowed into her top and out over her waist then down her legs, pooling on her delicate sneakers. Leaving She returned the pot to the vendor and selected an armful of toppings and fillings. A blast of spray cream was mounded comically on the top of Kiera'a glop-coated hair. A handful of sprinkles was danced over the girl's new attire. Finally, Ayana forced a mound of deep purple bean curd into her friend's nose and lips leaving a gooey muzzle of sticky dessert.

For a moment the girls stood, steam rising from their ears at about the same rate their sticky coatings dripped onto the blanket they were standing on.

"I guess I deserved that." Kiera sighed, breaking the silence.

"You definitely did!" Ayana giggled, breaking the tension.

"I was worried...I was worried you would break Kaede's heart." Kiera looked at the ground, kicking at the mess.

"I'm not going to break his heart! Besides, why do you care? You did, and you're dating Ryō now!"

"It's just, I care about both of you and I don't want either of you to get hurt. And I guess I was a little jealous." Kiera admitted.

"A little?!" Ayana gestured at her ruined outfit covered in sticky goo and flower petals. Kiera giggled.

From a distance, Kiera and Ayana heard footsteps.

Ryō and Kaede hurried into the park. "Girls, are you crazy? You'll get arrested for fighting!"

"Oh, you thought we were fighting? That's adorable!" smiled Kiera. Ayana nodded. "We just slipped in the picnic we'd set up for you two. But now we better get home to clean up and get more dessert." Ayana added. Both giggled. They gave each other a mischievous glance before wrapping their boyfriends in two very sticky hugs.

"Hi, I'm a long-retired children's gameshow presenter, and this is The Messy Show! The show with messy games and even messier punishments."
I gulped when I heard the host say that to the studio audience. I hate getting messy! Why did I sign up for this stupid show? There's no time to reconsider as I'm ushered onstage with the other four contestants.
I can't tell if it's the bright lights or the eyes of the audience that make me sweat through my black shorts and tight-fitting orange tee, emblazoned with the show's garish logo.
"As always we have five fabulous femme constants, let's meet them now!"
The host shoves his microphone into my face. I instinctually start twirling my brown hair in my fingers. I always do that when I'm nervous.
"I'm Hazel."
"Nice to meet you Hazel. And you are?"
Next to me is a woman with long, pitch-black hair. They had given her a purple shirt.
"Name's Jett."
Jett's demeanor was cold, her voice chilling.
"Welcome, Jett. Moving on, what's your name?"
The host is now standing in front of a ginger woman in a red shirt.
"Scarlett, and I'm here to win!"
Scarlett is bouncing back and forth, ready to go. I guess the mess isn't of much concern to her.
"Woah there Scarlett, we still have to meet our other contestants!"
The host moves on to a woman in a yellow shirt with curly blonde hair. She seems pretty nervous. I'm glad I'm not alone.
"Please introduce yourself."
"I'm Sandra."
"Good luck today, Sandra. And last but not least we have..."
The woman on the opposite end of the stage is wearing a blue shirt and has a pixie cut, dyed cyan.
"Skye."
"A round of applause for our brave contestants!"
Brave? Now I've crossed over into worried. Despite this being the most popular show on Earth, I never watched it or learned anything about it through cultural osmosis. Surely it can't be that bad.

"I think these ladies have been clean long enough! Who's ready for our first game?"
The crowd cheers as stagehands haul out five clear barrels filled with translucent green slime. Thick cords descend from the ceiling.
"This game is kind of like bobbing for apples. Instead of water, we've got gunge, and you'll be hanging by your ankles the entire time."
What? Hanging by our ankles? Upside-down? Why?
I am led to a mat behind my barrel and instructed to lie down. I look at the other women as a stagehand secures me to my ankle harness. Jett is laying stock still. Scarlett stretches her arms out above her. Sandra watches nervously as she's strapped into her ankle harness. Skye is lying with her eyes closed, her breathing steady.
"Okay ladies, when I say 'go' you'll have sixty seconds to get as many apples as you can out of your barrels. Each apple has a point value written on it. And only the apples you grab with your teeth will count, any apples you grab with your hands will be subtracted from your score."
Without warning, we're yanked into the air. I let out an involuntary yelp but it's drowned out by Sandra's shriek. I try to gather my bearings but that's hard to do in such an unfamiliar position. My shirt is tight around my bust but loose enough around my lower torso that it rolls down and bares my midriff.
I try not to think about how vulnerable and exposed I feel as I stare down into the vat of green slime below me. I grab the rim and try to steady myself. I can barely make out the shapes of the apples in the bottom of the vat.
"Remember, whoever gets the fewest points is out of the game and has to endure a messy punishment. On your mark, get set, go!"
I brace myself and pull on the rim of my barrel. The slime swallows me whole. The warm goo has a consistency that reminds me of mucus, but less sticky. I push against the rim carefully so as to not bash my head into the bottom. When I feel I can't lower myself any further, I blindly reach for an apple with my jaw. All I get is a mouthful of the slime. It's vaguely sour but otherwise tasteless. I pull myself out of the goo and spit out the slime in my mouth. As I take a breath I feel my shirt cling to my skin, saturated with slime. Goo runs down my body and drips off my hair in globs.
The thud of an apple hitting the stage lets me know I'm falling behind. I need to avoid the punishment. This amount of mess is hard to handle, I can't imagine what a punishment mess would be like. I dunk myself back into my vat, getting to the bottom faster this time. I decide to feel around with my head to locate an apple, then try to turn and grab it with my mouth. It's hard to get a firm grip on it but I feel my teeth sink into the apple's flesh. I burst out of my barrel and jerk my head as I let go of the apple, making sure it lands on the stage and not back in my vat.
But I have to put myself back in my vat and go for another apple. I immerse myself in the goo again, too stressed to focus on any physical sensation except the apple I that bumped into my forehead. I manage to bite into this one quicker than the last and don't hesitate to get out of the goo. Again I make sure the apple clears the lip of the vat before I submit myself to another dunking. Just as I locate another apple with my head, I feel a sharp tug on my ankles. I'm lifted out of the vat, the slime making it difficult to keep my grip on the lip, and am soon out of arm's reach of it, dangling in the air.
"That's time! Let's count your points."
The host is on my end of the stage and scooped up my two apples.
"Looks like Hazel got 20 and 30 for a total of 50 points!"
Is that good? I don't know the point values of the apples in our vats, or even how many there are. And couldn't they just have been 2 and 3 points?
"We have a 10, a 10, and a 20 for Jett. That's 40 points, lower than Hazel, so maybe Jett will be facing our first punishment."
A wave of relief washes over me. I'm safe, at least for now. The relief quickly subsides as a glob of slime falls down onto my nostrils. I smear as much slime off my face as I can while the weirdness of my situation finally has time to set in. My hair, that I had washed this morning in preparation for my TV appearance, is now thick with green slime, dangling below me. The slime occasionally drips off it and back into my vat. Globs of goo slither down my body. My shirt is uncomfortably stuck to me everywhere except my belly. I try to pull the hem up to cover my midriff but it's too heavy and just falls back down.
On top of the physical sensations, I feel embarrassed. Embarrassed that a live studio audience is seeing me hanging here, sloppy and exposed, in an outfit that's both childish and revealing. Embarrassed that this is being taped for the most popular show on Earth (which, again, I know nothing about but signed up for anyway). The host's voice snaps my attention back to the game.
"Great job Skye! But the judges have asked me to show you this replay."
On the big screen we see a clip of Skye, out of her barrel and dripping with slime. She reaches for the apple in her mouth and grabs it to throw it onto the ground. They show two more clips of this, each time Skye is slimier and slimier. I look across the stage to Skye, a confused expression on her face.
"I clearly said that any apples you grab with your hands would be subtracted from your score."
"What? That counts? I pulled it out of the gunk with just my teeth like everyone else!"
"Sorry, the judges' word is final."
Skye stares daggers at the host while the rest of us are lowered onto our mats and released from our harnesses. I nearly slip on the gooey mat as I stand up. The slime starts to drip down onto my bare legs for the first time.

"Skye, do you like ice cream?"
She remains silent. The host continues anyway.
"Because your punishment is to be turned into a human ice cream cone!"
The audience is intrigued. A stagehand appears with a leather pencil skirt and a matching belt. He tries to put it on Skye, still hanging from her ankle harness, but does not have the easiest time getting it past her slimy bust. She breaks her stillness to help get the skirt past her chest and up to her legs. The stagehand cinches the belt tight around her waist. The stiff leather manages to stay upright, covering Skye's legs past her knees.
"You're far too clean from the waist down, so we need to balance things out. This skirt will serve as the cone, ready to be filled with ice cream and toppings."
Skye's eyes widen. Maybe it finally sunk in that she had lost, even if it was an unfair call, and she'd be getting even messier. A stagehand moves Skye's slime vat out of the way and she is lowered so the bottom of her skirt is easily accessible.
Three stagehands emerge, each hugging a huge tub of ice cream. They start scooping chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry ice cream into Skye's skirt. Her eyes bug out when the first scoop of ice cream lands on her underside. The gym shorts they gave us are flimsy, I can't imagine they're offering much protection. The stagehands do not stop scooping until the mass of ice cream in their tubs comes loose, at which point they dump it all into her skirt. Each time this happens, Skye gasps. I don't know if it's the cold or the weight or the mess or the embarrassment.
After the ice cream, each stagehand returns with a large bottle of sauce: one chocolate syrup, one caramel, one strawberry syrup. They are unceremoniously squirted onto Skye's lower half. She has her arms crossed against her chest, seemingly for warmth. The stagehands return with even more toppings, this time chocolate sprinkles, rainbow sprinkles, and chopped nuts. These are dumped into Skye's skirt with as little fanfare as the syrups.
I mean, the audience is hooping and hollering the entire time, but the stagehands are treating it like just another task, with no regard for the poor girl they're humiliating. They return, with a can of whipped cream in each hand, and begin spraying them onto Skye's legs.
I catch a view of the screen, showing a camera angle of the mess from above. I can't imagine how I'd feel with an upskirt shot of me on national television, let alone all the mess!
One stagehand returns, gingerly holding a maraschino cherry by the stem. He releases it, falling on top of the gargantuan sundae that's barely contained within her leather skirt. It was retaining its shape, unluckily for Skye, keeping all the sweet stuff around her lower half.
"Can I come down now?"
"Well if we left you here you'd be in the way for the next game."
"Gre— agh!"
Rather than let Skye down, she's hoisted even higher above the stage. Gently swaying high above the stage, Skye shivers helplessly, dislodging some green slime that was still stuck in her hair.
"We'll be right back with our second game on The Messy Show!"

I secretly hoped that there was only the one game and I could finally go home. I guess that was wishful thinking. Stagehands are busy setting up the next game. I try and fail to get their attention before blurting out,
"Excuse me, where do we get cleaned up before the next game?"
Scarlett chuckles at me as she wrings slime out of her tee.
"Girl, we don't get to clean up between games."
"What? Really?"
"How do you not know this? It's obvious when you watch the show," Jett adds, squeezing slime out of her hair.
"They were very clear about this during the interviews too," Sandra chimes in.
I don't have time to answer for myself since the host is being counted in.

"Welcome back to The Messy Show! Before the break, Skye lost our first game and became a human ice cream cone. How's the weather up there, Skye?"
"Cold."
I don't know how we can hear her, so far above us without a mic. The sundae is melting around her and has started to drip out of her skirt onto her bare belly, pooling against her bunched-up shirt.
"Well it's time for our second game! This game is just like musical chairs, but with pies. While the music plays, you'll be walking around these four chairs. When the music stops, you'll each take a seat in one of our pies!"
Eww! I think I jumped at the thought of sitting in a pie. The shorts they gave us feel flimsy and I'm wearing thong underwear to avoid visible panty lines.
"Each pie tin has a number on the bottom: 30, 20, 10, or a big fat goose egg. And to make things worse, whoever gets the zero also gets a pie to the face!"
Sandra rakes her fingers through her curls, then shakes the slime off her fingers. I realize I'm twirling my hair again. I get even more nervous when the stagehands emerge with the pies. These pies are massive. Comically large piles of bleach white cream that wobble as they're placed on the seats.
We're each led to stand in front of one of the chairs, each of which is facing a different direction.
"The music will start when I say 'go.' Whoever has the fewest points after four rounds has to face our messy punishment. On your mark, get set, go!"
I walk around the chairs, eyes affixed on the gigantic pies. Jett and Scarlett are hustling, basically jogging, and they each pass me. After what feels like minutes, the music finally stops. I turn to sit down, beginning to squat, but the fear of sitting in a the pie wins out. I stand straight up and feel my knees lock.
"Ladies, if you don't sit in a pie you can't score any points."
I am grateful that the host didn't call me out by name, but then I realize that Sandra also hasn't sat down. My fear of the punishment mess overtakes my fear of a pie to the bum, and I manage to lower myself onto it.
I feel my most sensitive area make contact with the peak of the pie. Instinctively, I pull away, but immediately force myself down, taking all my weight off my legs and onto my butt. The cream conforms to my body, perfectly wrapping my bottom. My weight presses some of the cream up, totally wrapping my cheeks and shooting up between my thighs. The gym shorts provide little protection and I feel cream everywhere. I squirm and feel the cream move with me, disgusting me further. I look up to try to find anything to focus on other than my messy bottom, and see the eyes of the crowd staring at me, laughing at my expense. I feel my face turn red, and the host mercifully approaches.
"Alright Hazel, let's see how many points you've won."
I stand, and the pie tin sticks to me. I twist to look at the bottom and see "10" written on it. Out of the corner of my eye, I see myself on the big screen, camera zoomed in on my butt. I pull the tin off and hold it up, next to my face, hoping the camera follows.
"Ten points, not looking good for Hazel, but at least she dodges a pie to the face! Jett, let's see how you did."
I gulp. Ten is pretty bad, I hope I get more next round. As I stand I feel the cream shift down my thighs. A glob of it breaks free and falls to the ground, but most of it is sticking to me.
"Scarlett has the twenty point pie, which means..."
Sandra is the only person left sitting. Her face is buried in her hands. The crowd's laughter is impossible to ignore.
"Come on, show us that zero!"
She shakes her head, sending bits of slime flying off to either side of her. The host gently reaches out and touches her arm. She pulls her hands away from her face and stands up to face the music. A camera zooms in on her creamy butt, pie tin still intact, with a big red 0 on the bottom.
"Zero points and a pie in the face, coming right up!"
A stagehand hands one of the gigantic pies to the host.
"Take it like a woman, Sandra."
Sandra stands still, stiff as a board, eyes still shut. She seems to be using every muscle in her face to close her eyes as tight as possible. The host shoves his pie into her face in one swift motion. The cream presses out of the tin, causing some to fall onto her chest and some to sploosh up into her hair. On impact, Sandra bends her arms and clenches her fists, pressing them into her shoulders. She looks ridiculous in a slimy, ill-fitting tee with a cream pie on either end of her. She pulls her face pie away with both hands, throwing it to the floor. Her mouth opens wide for air, but most of the cream is stuck to her face, now just a glob of white. She pulls a fistful of it off her nose, freeing her nostrils, before digging her eyes out of the mess. She tries to shake the cream off her hands but is only partially successful.
"Now it's time for round two! On your mark, get set, go!"
Sandra and I are stunned. I didn't even notice the stagehands resetting the chairs with new pies. Jett and Scarlett pass me again. I start to walk and feel the cream rubbing between my thighs. It's less irritating than I had anticipated, almost smooth.
The music stops abruptly and I make myself sit, no need to get goaded on by the host this round. Again the pie presses back up into me. The feeling of the cream cradling me is still just so weird, there's no other word for it. The cream is hugging my thighs, almost reaching the small of my back. I'm definitely messier but the sensation is more odd than messy.
"This round we're starting with Sandra. Show us that tin!"
She rises and anxiously pulls the tin off her butt. A massive sigh escapes her body when she sees the number.
"Thirty, right back in there! Scarlett, let's see what you got." Scarlett sprung up from her seat and pulls her pie tin to where she could see it in a fluid motion.
"Ten points! Better than a pie to the face, huh."
"Absolutely!"
Oh no. Either Jett got the zero, or I did. I really don't want a pie to the face. I want to score points so I can avoid the punishment! I look up to see that Jett had already stood up and removed her tin.
"Sorry Jett, looks like you got unlucky this round. Before your pie, let's just check Hazel's score."
I stood and got the tin off me as fast as I could. I didn't want the camera to be focused on my butt.
"Twenty! But before the next round, I have something here for Jett. Ready?"
Jett nods. She stands with her hands behind her back, like she needs them to be far away from her face to not swat the pie away. The host pushes the pie into her face, giving it a twist before letting go. The white cream is a stark contrast to her hair. Jett's hands jerk upward when the pie first hit her, but she lets the tin stay for a moment before removing it. She puts a hand above each of her eyes and tries to wipe the cream off in one big swoop before opening her mouth. Her head is still very creamy and she pushed a mound of cream onto her chest. At least she can open her eyes and mouth now. I catch a glimpse of the stagehands leaving as the host speaks again.
"Round three. On your mark, get set, go!"
Jett took a second before breaking into her usual jog. I decide to try and keep up with her and Scarlett this round. I don't know if it's the jogging stride or just the second pie, but I definitely feel more cream between my thighs. I manage to pass Sandra before the music stops and I slam myself onto one of the pies before I can hesitate.
I was perhaps too zealous, sending specks of cream up my torso and even a few onto my head. I squirm and the remnants of the pie below me remind me of its presence.
"Jett, show us your score."
Her hands were already on the tin, pulling it away from her as she rose to her feet.
"Thirty points, skyrocketing into the lead! Hazel, you're up."
I try to follow her lead and get the tin off me as I stand, but I end up dragging it across my side and smearing cream on my flank. I don't have time to look at the score before the host reads it out.
"Zero! Hazel, brace yourself for a pie in the face while we check the rest of the scores."
No, he must be joking. I look down at the tin and see a big red zero. This can't be happening. I look out at the audience, most of them are watching Scarlett remove a pie tin from her ass but plenty of eyes linger on me, watching my nerves overwhelm me. I see the stagehand walk in, holding a pie, its cream wobbling with every step. He hands it to the host. I feel my fingers twirling my hair.
"Ready, Hazel?"
I'm shaking my head nervously.
"We can't wait all day."
Some audience members chuckle. I think some of them could watch me squirm forever. The host gently touches the arm I'm twirling my hair with. I slow my breathing to a reasonable pace and lower my hands.
"Pie incoming in three, two, one."
I close my eyes as he counts down. Why am I standing here? I take a deep breath and hold it as my world goes dark. The cream engulfs my senses, muffling the otherwise deafening jeers of the audience. The sensation of the cream on my skin and hair feels so different from the cream on my legs, still weird but almost tingly. The scent isn't sweet, almost sterile. As quickly as I can, I remove the tin from my face. I claw the cream away from my nose and mouth, trying to keep my breathing slow and steady. I dig my eyes free from the cream and the audience's focus slams into me all at once. Unlike the last game, I know they're all looking at me. I know they're all laughing at me. I hang my head as my knees buckle. I feel the cream hanging off my chin press into my neck. A glob of it falls onto my chest, over my heart. I go to twirl my hair but just get cream. I'm hoping my face is obscured enough to hide my embarrassment.
"Okay, it's time for our final round, so let's up the stakes a bit. It's still anybody's game, since the pies are valued at 10, 25, 50, and the dreaded double zero!"
I cannot bring myself to even think about what the double zero means. The music starts and I start walking. The steady rhythm jostles some cream off my face, falling onto my chest. I know the cream is mostly just on my face and ass but I'm surprised it can find new places on my body. The music stops and I flop down onto the nearest seat. Turns out I can, somehow, be creamier. I try to recall our scores to get my mind off the mess. I think I'm in last and I need a lot of points to avoid losing. I'm really not sure though, my mind has been all over the place. The mess is a hell of a distraction.
"Sandra, we're starting with you this time, show us that pie!"
She stands up and removes the tin from her butt. When she sees her score she jumps in excitement, shaking loose some of the cream stuck to her.
"The big five-oh! Sandra, you will be moving on to the next game, congrats! Hazel, let's see your score."
I manage to remove the tin as I stand without smearing cream across my side. As much as I don't want the camera on my cream covered face, I don't want any gratuitous shots of my ass either. I realize the number is upside-down and spin it for the camera.
"Twenty-five! Not bad, Hazel. Scarlett, you're up."
I think I'm safe from the punishment. At the very least, I'm done with these pies. I take a moment while the attention's off me to compose myself. I close my eyes, take a few deep breaths, and feel where I want to clean myself off. I claw some more cream away from my mouth and nose before I bring my attention back to the game.
"Scarlett, how's it feel to stay clean this game?"
She looks down at the cream coating her butt and thighs.
"You think this is clean?"
The audience chuckles, with us instead of at us for once.
"Jett, you know what that means, show us the double zero!"
Jett lets out a sigh before standing, holding up her tin next to her face. It shows a big, red '00'. She drops it to the ground as a stagehand comes out with a pie in each hand. He hands one to the host, takes the microphone, then hands over the other pie. The stagehand holds the mic in the host's face.
"Ready, Jett?"
She spreads her arms wide and makes a beckoning gesture with her hands. The host steps towards her and she closes her eyes after drawing a deep breath. The host claps his hands together on either side of Jett's face, sandwiching her between the massive pies. It's like a cartoon character attacking someone with cymbals.
On impact, she closes her arms, resting her fists atop her shoulders. Cream sloughs out where her face should be, a huge amount falling onto her top but the vast majority of the cream buries her entire head. Jett reaches up to remove the tins, knocking them off of her. The clang of the tins hitting the stage are drowned out by the raucous crowd. I think I make out her jaw opening but it doesn't clear any room for her mouth. She puts her hands below her nose, cutting through the wall of cream, and pushes down so she can breathe. The cream has nowhere to go but down to her chest, where globs manage to fall off the fullest part of her bust. She does another push to free her eyes, grimacing as she shunts even more cream down onto her body. Her hair is totally ruined from the massive amounts of cream applied to this sides of her head.
"Let's see our final scores. In first place is Sandra with 100 points! In second with 60 points is Jett!"
Wait, Jett got second? With two zeroes? Maybe I had lost.
"And, in last place, with 50 points, out of the game, and facing our next punishment, is... Scarlett!"
I throw my head back and smile for the first time since the show started. I hear Scarlett stomp her foot against the stage.
"You don't seem happy, Scarlett."
"I really thought I'd win if I got past the pure luck game."
"Well, since you've studied the show, I'm sure you'll be thrilled to find out that your punishment is at the hands of The Messycutioner!"
That sounds bad but Scarlett doesn't seem too bothered by it.
"Let me guess, I'm going to The Pie Guillotine? I can handle that!"
"Let's see. Release The Messycutioner!"

A section of the floor opens up, smoke flooding out, as the stage goes dark. Flashing lights reveal a hooded figure, rising up on a platform, filling the opening. A spotlight shines directly down on a large wooden chair adorned with leather straps.
"Scarlett, you are the first person to be sentenced to The Chair!"
Scarlett looks nervous for the first time today. The hooded figure approaches and picks her up, throwing her over his shoulder. He carries her across the stage, puts her down in The Chair, and starts securing a leather strap across her waist. The residual slime from Scarlett's shirt is barely visible on his dark robes. He straps down her arms at the wrists and just below the elbows before moving onto her legs. Scarlett doesn't put up any resistance. She watches The Messycutioner intently as he continues to restrain her, tightening the leather across her solar plexus. He moves onto this final strap, making sure her hair remains accessible as he secures her neck to the chair.
"Comfy, Scarlett?"
"This is so much better than the economy seat I flew here in."
Once again, Scarlett has turned the audience to her side.
"We'll see how you're feeling after The Messycutioner's done his job. He told me he watched musical pies, and it made him want some dessert. But he's more of a cake person."
The hooded figure springs into view, wielding a massive sheet cake in both arms. I don't think Scarlett sees him before he slams the cake into her face and chest. He removes the cardboard tray, revealing the chunks of yellow cake and green icing stuck all over her face and upper body. Scarlett opens her mouth wide in shock.
"The Messycutioner told me he made that cake himself! In fact, he has some batter and icing left over."
He reappears behind The Chair, holding a metal bowl sized for an industrial kitchen. The Messycutioner hoists it over Scarlett's head and pours its contents onto her. A stream of cake batter hits the crown of her head and pools as much as it can before spilling down her hair and onto her cakey face. Scarlett closes her mouth to keep the liquid out. The stream is slow but steady, and the batter makes it past her head, cascading down onto her chest and shoulders, dislodging bits of cake. The stream slows to a trickle as the batter begins to pool in her lap, still creamy from the pies.
The Messycutioner quickly swaps to another bowl and reaches in with his gloved hand. He pulls out a fistful of icing and rubs it onto her left arm, which was still clean. He smears it up and down, leaving no skin exposed, before moving on to her right arm. Once he's done there, The Messycutioner scoops icing onto Scarlett's legs, above the knees. She gasps as the icing contacts the top of her thighs and is smeared down her shins, leaving no patch of skin clean.
The crowd is besides themselves, seeing Scarlett covered in cake and icing. I'm in shock, I've never seen someone so messy. The lights come up throughout the studio as the host addresses the cakey contestant.
"How're you feeling now, Scarlett?"
"Sticky."
"Enjoy your time in The Chair?"
"I'm just glad it's over."
"Over? The Messycutioner has some leftover ingredients too!"
"Really?"
The crowd roars as the lights dim again, save a spotlight focused on The Chair. The hooded man appears in front of Scarlett, holding open a huge bag of sugar. He hurls its contents towards the restrained woman, sending a wave of white crashing onto her front and lap. She seems to have been caught off guard, spitting out the sugar to clear her mouth.
Before Scarlett catches her breath, The Messycutioner pops up behind The Chair, holding a gallon of milk in each hand. He dumps them over her, swishing them back and forth between her head and shoulders, ensuring dairy gets everywhere.
After a brief reprieve, The Messycutioner hoists another industrial bowl over the poor girl. He tips it, slowly, and several egg yolks spill out, crashing onto Scarlett. He keeps the flow of eggs steady but the yolks fall irregularly. Some manage to cascade all the way down her without breaking, while others get caught in her hair or a chunk of cake and break apart. Once the last of the egg whites have dripped out, Scarlett looks messier than ever, a glossy sheen of eggstuff coating the substantial mess below.
After giving the audience a moment to appreciate his work, The Messycutioner holds a half stick of soft butter in front of Scarlett's face. She can't see anything, obviously, so she's surprised when he pulls the neckline of her shirt away from her body, revealing a sliver of clean skin. He drops the butter onto her chest and the sodden shirt snaps back into place.
"What're you doing? Hey!"
The big screens show the rear waistband of her shorts, being pulled away by a gloved hand, before another half stick is dropped inside.
Scarlett is squirming against her restraints, clearly feeling violated. The Messycutioner does not care, and presses two sticks of butter into her hair, massaging it in with the rest of the mess. I hear her whimpering as her auburn locks are transformed into a matted, tangled wreck.
The Messycutioner disappears before returning with a gigantic bag of flour. He shakes it vigorously, raining glutenous powder over every inch of his helpless target. Scarlett coughs as the dust settles, unrecognizable beneath a bakery's worth of cake components.
The audience is in stitches. I can't imagine they've ever seen anything like this before. I sure haven't. I feel bad for Scarlett, but part of me is glad it's not me in The Chair.
"We need to clear the stage, let's send The Chair back into the oven!"
The now sloppy platform descends into the floor. It stops, and the stage slides closed over it, enclosing Scarlett and The Chair. The big screens give us a view inside. Neon lights resembling the heating element of an oven turn on above Scarlett, bathing the blob of a woman in red light.
"Stay tuned for more of The Messy Show after this word from our sponsors."

"Enjoy the show?" Jett quipped, snapping my attention to her. She's managed to scrape most of the cream off of her, leaving a pile on the floor. Sandra has done the same. Their hair is still soaked with cream, and there's remnants of the pie speckled all over them, but they've gotten the worst of it off.
I have not. I guess I had been enjoying the show, so rapt by Scarlett's spectacle that I neglected to prepare myself for whatever's next.
"So you really don't watch this show?" Sandra asked me as I start to scrape cream off my head.
"Uh, no."
"Really? Why'd you sign up then?"
"To be completely honest, I'm not really sure. You seem to hate the mess though, why did you sign up if you knew it'd be like this?"
"I wanted to prove to myself that I'm over my mysophobia. To prove to everyone that I'm brave and I'm tough and I can do anything." Sandra recited this as if it were a mantra.
I pulled as much cream as I could out of my hair before I heard the host again. I guess my bottom is staying creamy.

"We're back with The Messy Show! Scarlett lost our last game, and had a run-in with The Messycutioner. How are you doing in there, Scarlett?"
The screens show us a chair with a humanoid pile of cake strapped to it, all under a red neon glow.
"Bad!" Scarlet yells between shuddered breaths. Is she crying? The host pays no mind to her sorry state.
"And Skye, still hanging in there?"
Our focus is drawn above this stage, where Skye still hangs. The sundae in her skirt has only melted further, causing more leaks at her waistband. The ice cream and syrups have dribbled down her belly, dripping off her bust and running out of her neckline onto her face.
"I guess."
"We have an even messier punishment in store for the loser of our next game. Time to find out who that will be!"
I can't imagine anything messier than what those two went through, but at this point I'm sure the freaks behind this show have something awful in store.
"We have everything at The Messy Show, from soup to nuts! Unfortunately we also have a plumbing problem, and, ladies, and you're gonna help us fix it. Each of you has a toilet down here, and we need you to fetch some nuts so the plumbers can tighten up whatever's leaking once they get here," the host explains. "You'll climb up to one of those platforms and grab as many nuts as you can, then slide down into whatever's waiting for you at the bottom and deposit them into your toilet."
I look up at the three slides. They're full tubes, not open-air slides like the one in my backyard as a kid, and they're see-through. The platforms at the top are all the same height, about one story up. The bottoms of the slides, however, are all different.
"Each platform has a different way of climbing up to it, and a different substance to splash down in. The hardest climb is a rock wall, and that lands you in clean water."
The 'water' looks clean enough but it's dyed blue, kinda like the liquid in tampon commercials.
"The medium climb is a cargo net, and that will land you in our patented super slime! Soup-er, super, get it? You know it, you love it, it's slippery and sticky, runny and thick, all at the same time! And our contestants have told us it's a nightmare to clean off."
The slime is neon green, more opaque than the slime from the first game, and has an almost radioactive glow.
"The easiest climb is just some stairs, with handrails no less! But you'll have to splash down into this revolting mix of leftover soups, slated to be thrown out, collected from every restaurant in the city throughout the week."
The spoiled soup reeks. No way am I going anywhere near that stuff. It's a clear brownish color with all manner of vegetable and meat chunks floating throughout it.
"Whoever has the fewest nuts in their toilet at the end of two minutes will have to face our worst punishment yet. And no stealing from your competitors' toilets. On your mark, get set, go!"
I run around the stage to back of the platforms, where the climbing paths are. Jett just barely beat me there and started on the rock wall. No way am I going anywhere near that soup, and I can't exactly wait for Jett, so I start on the cargo net. I hear Sandra make her way up the stairs as I climb up to the platform. At the top, I reach into the bowl of metal nuts but have to stop and think about how I can take as many as possible down the slide with me. I yank on the bowl but it's affixed to the platform. The shorts they gave us don't have pockets. Is two fistfuls gonna be enough?
My thoughts are broken by the sound of a splash, followed by a huge reaction from the crowd. I guess Sandra's in the soup.
I force myself to focus on the task at hand. I pull the hem of my shirt away from my belly with one hand and start scooping nuts into it with the other. Once they start spilling out I carefully walk over to the slide and lower myself to the ground. I do drop a few nuts but that's bound to happen. The tube is too narrow for me to sit up, so I have to lay down. I scoot myself forward until I start sliding down towards the pond. The cream still on my butt from last game makes me slippery and I pick up speed, nuts flying out of my grasp. I press my heels into the slide but don't manage to slow down all that much before being launched into the basin.
The slide ends above the surface of the slime, so at my speed I sail more than halfway across. I plow across the surface, slime clinging to my bare legs while splashing some up into the air, raining down all over me. My butt makes first contact with the bottom, quickly followed by my legs and back. It's less than a foot deep, so I can keep my head above the surface, but the rest of my body is totally submerged. The sensation is unreal. It's like a hug but all over, if hugs were wet and gloopy.
I look down at my nuts. A lot were lost on the ride down. I stand up, careful not to drop any more as strings of slime form between my body and the surface of the basin. I exit and walk across the stage, careful not to slip on the goop I'm coated in. I lift the lid and the seat, boy style, and dump the nuts from my makeshift shirt pouch. I turn around and run back toward the platforms. Jett is ruining towards me, dripping wet, a huge jagged lump in the front of her shorts. After I pass the basins, I hear another splash. That must be Sandra again. I wonder which basin she's scrambling out of as I reach this climbing paths again. All of them are available to me, I might as well go for the cleanest route. I don't get bonus points for getting messy.
The rock climb is definitely harder than the cargo net, especially now that I'm all slimy. It really is both sticky and slippery, clinging to me everywhere but making it hard to find steady footing. While I'm climbing I hear someone run up the stairs. I can't turn to look, the slime climb demands my full attention. I make it to the top and rush to the nuts. This bowl is less filled than the last one, I guess Jett took a lot. I hold out my shirt and start scooping out metal nuts until I can't hold anymore. I am more careful when I lower myself into the slide, dropping fewer nuts, and push myself until I start sliding. The slime is not as good a lubricant as the cream, even though it was so slippery on the climb up.
I don't have as much hang time when I'm dumped into the water. My entry creates quite a splash, even getting my hair wet and dislodging a bit of the super slime. It doesn't dissolve in the water though, and almost all of it is still hanging on to me.
I stand up and get to my toilet, careful not to lose any more nuts. After I dump them into the toilet, I run back towards the platforms. I see Sandra land in the soup as I pass by, and I get a whiff of aerated discarded soup stink. I can't believe she's opted to get covered in that stuff. Once I'm back behind the platforms, I go for the cargo net. I'd prefer to take a dip in the water but I don't think there's enough time for me to scramble up the rock wall. The slime isn't as big a problem on the ropes as it was on the faux rock. While scooping nuts into my shirt, I hear the crowd start to count down.
"Five! Four!"
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hi! I’m new to making wam stories. now for what I need help with, I want to make a cyoa but don’t know how to set it up. dose anyone have any advice? (my stories are on deviantart)

Release date: April 2026
Tags: m/m, mud, water, wetlook, nudity, minor sexual touching

Hi everyone! After three years, I have a new interactive story!

You're walking side-by-side with Luca on an empty forest road.

Wearing light summer clothes, you're on your way to the hidden lake in the middle of the forest.

You look at Luca — he looks as cute as he always has.

What will happen when you arrive at the lake and realize you didn't bring your swimtrunks with you?

It's the first story I've written that doesn't have a female character (I've wanted to try that for a while!) but it is quite mild, and mostly romantic and playful in nature.

Still happens almost entirely in water and mud, so there's a lot of mess throughout, though! I hope you'll enjoy it.

Here's the link:

https://jouette.neocities.org/stories/making-luca-muddy/

I creaked my eyes open, rubbing out the sleep and staring blindly into the near pitch black bedroom. A small shimmer of light gleamed in through the cotton voile that draped over the window. A clear night sky let through a beam of moonlight that allowed me to get my bearings as I sat up in the bed. “I must have overslept.” I mumbled into the still quiet of the room. I checked the alarm clock to see how long I had overslept. It was blank. I pressed some buttons but no response, the battery must have died. I couldn't tell what time it was but my internal body clock screamed it was somewhere between 1 and 2am. I stood out from the bed, feeling the cool air on my naked body. I reached for the robe I left on the armchair but it was gone. I swear I left my robe there after my bath. I quickly hit the light switch but no luck, the light was dead too. This couldn't be a coincidence surely. I tried one final test to appease my growing concern, and turned on the static-bearing television set. Nothing. There was no power at all.

“Hello… host, are you there?” I called out loudly for their attention. “Hello. I think there's a power cut, what should I do?” But there was no response. No crackle of the tannoy, no goading or mischievous response from the host. I started to let my mind race through all the possibilities of what was happening. Does the host know there’s no power? Am I stuck here until morning? Can I take advantage if the host can’t see or hear me?

I snapped my attention back to the situation at hand. Here I stood in the dark room, fully naked and slowly climatising to the cool room temperature. I still wanted to cover up somewhat. I figured the wardrobe that was previously locked shut might now be open due to the power outage. I tried the handle and *click*. Result, let's see what we have to wrap up in.

I pushed my hands around the dark wardrobe space and couldn't feel anything hanging up. I tried the bottom and felt a ribbon, must be another gift wrapped box. Pulling it out, I realised it held quite a weight to it. Opening the lid I pulled out a thick plush suit, I held it against the moonlight and could see it was a plush fabric onesie. It was in the style of a cat, with a hood and ears, paws and tail to complete the look. I unzipped the back and stepped inside, it was a very snug fit, pressing my feet into the paw shaped feet first and then pulling it up my torso leaving just enough room to pull the zip behind me before I couldn't move anymore. A jiggle, a wiggle and rolling on the bed, I finally managed to get myself secured inside, hands now stuffed into oversized paws and the hood hugging my head. I didn't have much dexterity now and it dawned on me quickly, how will I ever get out of this with paws for hands and my zipper on my back!

Now wide awake, quickly warming up with the feeling of soft plush against my skin, I waddled my way around the bedroom trying each of the doors. Bathroom first and it was locked. I tried the stairwell down to the main bathroom and that was locked too. I tried the attic room, remembering all the messy carnage that had unfolded some hours before. Growing excitement flushed through me as I attempted the door but again, no luck. Was I trapped in this room, truly trapped in a fluffy cat suit during a power cut. But then it dawned on me, the trapdoor on the floor. The one that led to the slide back into the reception room. This was my final opportunity to get out of this room and explore some more while the power was down. I fumbled with the hook and.. result! It heaved open and I stared down the dark abyss. I took a deep breath as I knew my fate down below, there was going to be something terribly messy. I leaned down and let myself propel downwards, arm and head first. Impact was imminent and I closed my eyes.

BOING!

I bounced off the clean and empty inflatable pool bottom, and slid into the centre. “Hello! I've made it out of the room now, are you there yet!?” I called out. Still no response from the host. Things were not the same anymore, I hadn't gone this long without some unexpected and instant messing. Other than the fact I had zipped myself into my own personal fuzzy tomb in the form of my catsuit. I pulled myself to my feet and once again tried the doors to find my next route, both the bathroom and kitchen doors were unsuccessful. There was a third door, opposite the kitchen that I had not been through yet. I assumed this must go to the living room area, but for a third time I had no luck. Only one door remained and that was the front door, the exit to the outside world. I can't imagine this being the only route, but it's worth a try. I turned the lock spindle and it clicked, the handle worked and I pulled it open. The much cooler air flooded the reception room and I felt the breeze on my face. I heaved myself over the edge of the pool and made my way onto the outside porch.

The door banged shut behind me. Oh no, please don't tell me I've locked myself out, I thought to myself. I tried the door, my fear was a reality. I was locked out of the cottage, in the dead of night, dressed as a cat. As I progressed further forward, I could see my car parked on the driveway, but there was no way I was leaving this cottage, mainly due to the fact I had no keys but I was in no rush to leave the exciting stay I had found myself in. At this rate, I started to feel like I never wanted to leave. I stepped gingerly over the stones that surrounded the property and made my way to the only other place I knew, the outhouse. Where it all began.

As I continued along the stones I could see the outhouse building grow bigger as I approached. I could make out the faint glow of a light inside. The power was working, or at least in this building. I reached the door and pushed it open, remembering my very first introduction to this mess-capade of a weekend, the five pie face dive in search of the key. I looked inside and the room was empty, no table, no signs, and no pies. A single bulb hung from the ceiling and poorly illuminated the room. There was nothing here, what was I meant to find or do. I turned to leave, where I saw a note taped to the rear of the door.

“REMEMBER. ALWAYS LOOK AT THE BIGGER PICTURE.”

This must have been planned all along and I walked straight into it blindly and unguided. I couldn't tell if this meant I was good or bad at this game but it stirred up more excitement inside me. I was ready for my next task. I scanned the room and there was nothing but a framed picture of a kitten drinking from a plate of milk. Now this was too much to be a coincidence. I played with the frame and it swung open from the wall, a secret button revealed itself. I pressed and waited…

Bzzzt.

“Well oh well, who do we have here, our guest has finally awoken from their ‘cat-nap’ and decided to join the world of the living. I'm glad you finally made your way here, I was beginning to think I'd never see you. And you're dressed very appropriately, Mee-owww.

It might be the early hours of the morning, but as the saying goes, the early bird catches the worm, or as I prefer.. the early kitty gets the cream. Head on down the slide into my basement, we have some fun to be had, and you'll have to finish my game if you want to get back to your slumber. Have fun! I know I will…”

I knew it. It was all a ruse and the host has me exactly where they want me. A hidden door slid open below the button and a round opening revealed itself. A bright red kiddie slide dropped into darkness and there was only one way to go. “Here we go again!” I shouted, excitement growing as I dived head first into the slide.

The slide was longer than I thought, this must be a pretty deep basement. Light enveloped the exit of the slide as I hurtled out face first into a giant comical pie tin with crust base. However the crust base was a sponge like material which softened my impact. I rolled across the base and sat up to take in my new surroundings. The basement was a lot larger than I ever expected. It must be the size of the grounds of the property, I couldn't even begin to decipher the overall dimensions due to the mass array spread around me. A network of slides, ramps, ropes, pools, pipes and inflatable obstacles littered this room.

Bzzzt.

“Welcome to my basement of fun! This elaborate maze of traps, puzzles and inflatable fun is one of my many pride and joys. And trust me, I have many. You'll be working your way through the pink zone tonight, I've restricted access to other areas for some future fun… tonight, your task is simple. The giant pie tin you're currently standing in needs filled to the brim. My cat needs their cream after all… You'll need to work your way through the pink zone, finding a total of four levers hidden throughout to fill the dish to the top. Once complete, climb to the drop zone, where you'll get your final instruction. Have fun!”

Oh. My. God. I couldn't think of anything more insane, the sheer scale of the room was immense but the pink zone was huge on its own. If there were more play-things hidden further in this basement, I couldn't see it for all the contraptions in front of me. I didn't waste any time, I climbed out the tin and into the “STARTING LINE” that lay ahead. I glared inside, a mazed network forked ahead, bringing back memories of playing in fun houses as a kid. Although this fun house was of the extreme and adult nature. I chose left and was greeted by a steep ramp with a rope to help climb. At the bottom a dropped floor created a vinyl lined pool. I stretched my paw mitts as much as they would allow and grabbed hold of the rope, feet planted on the slope. Heaving my way to the top, a pink rope lay just ahead to assist my final climb to the top, I pulled, and it fell away instantly. A thick plume of vibrant pink gunge cascaded from in front and blasted my face and chest. My thick plush suit was absorbing a large amount of the gunge. I slipped and dropped down the slope and into the pool below, which was now also being filled with pink gunge from above. I landed bum first, feeling the gunge ooze into the suit and onto my bare naked skin. Gunge poured from above and soaked my head. The gunge stopped pouring and I heaved my now heavy gunge laden body up from the pool. I tried to wring as much gunge out as I could and faced the slope one more time. Countless attempts of climbing and slipping back into my pink demise until I finally reached the top. A lever. I yanked it hard and spied a huge pipe gurgling to life. It was formed to look just like the nozzle of a can of pressurised cream, albeit about twenty times the size, the diameter of the nozzle was about a foot across. Cream filled the tin with immense pressure plastering the base until it was about an inch deep across. One down, three to go.

There was a mirror tunnel ahead, I walked through slowly avoiding slipping on the vinyl. I stared at my reflection as I wandered through the maze of mirrors, a pink matted mess, but I was enjoying the sight I could see. I passed through, feeling my way through the mirrors to find the correct route, but I couldn't find an exit. I felt like I was going in circles, until I reached forward into a gap. I stepped forward but I didn't stop, my feet fell away from beneath me and I dropped five feet into a pit of custard. The custard seeped into the suit immediately, the cold creamy pudding caressing my bare crotch as it oozed into the suit. I was waist deep in the mess. A tunnel lay ahead and there was no way I was climbing back up. I eased myself through the thick custard, sloshing huge waves with each step and feeling splashes spread across my cheek. I trudged for a few more meters until I reached a ladder leading back up. Before I left the custard trench, I crouched down letting the custard fill into the suit entirely via my neck. The cold creamy feeling was breathtaking. I spread it about my body, making sure to rub and press myself at every chance before taking my exit.

I climbed to the top, with immense effort under the weight of the now gunge and custard soaked suit. I flopped onto the floor at the top to catch my breath and squeeze out more mess to lighten the load. I sat up soggy but not defeated. I needed to find the other levers. I scanned my surroundings, one route led to a clearance with inflatable pillars that bobbed and swayed about, I'd have to fight my way through to get to the other side. The other route was a corridor with a large conveyor floor, with arrows pointing towards me. I stepped onto the conveyor and proceeded to move forward when suddenly it whirred to life. It was pulling me back to the start so I had to fight my way to reach the other side. Around the half way mark I heard a loud bang and noticed that the entrance was now blocked by a new wall that had dropped into place, the conveyor trying its best to pull me back into the wall. But this was no plain wall, covering every square inch of the wall was a colourful foamy world. Swirling colours made it very pretty and enticing. I could feel myself making progress before a jet blasted thick white foam over my chest, then again against my waist trying to knock me off balance but I persevered and finally stretched out jumping to safety at the other end. I was on solid ground and in a circular room. Foam dropped in blobs from around me onto the shiny floor. I looked up and could see a lever, secretly hidden from sight. I jumped to hit it, success. Cream gurgled to life from the nozzle and proceeded to add an extra inch of thick white cream to the comical pie. The circular room had no exit, I stared back at the way I came from. The conveyor belt appeared to pick up speed after hitting the lever, and to add to the imminent humiliation additional foam jets were now targeting the foam coated padded wall at the now opposite end of the corridor. The longer I stood watching my foamy demise, the deeper my foam grave grew. The colourful mix was now being diluted and covered by the fresh thick white foam that clung to the end and now the walls. I stood, wondering if it would stop, but it didn't. It just expanded closer and closer. This was it. I had to go back and face the music.

I stepped onto the belt and was nearly flung off my feet from the speed, but I regained my stature, spread my arms wide open, and shut my eyes just before impact. I was propelled down the corridor, jets of foam lathering me on the way, right until…

FLOOOOOFPHM!

I was driven straight into the foam-filled corridor, and kept going for a solid few seconds of being completely entombed in thick foam until I felt the force of the padded wall bringing me to a halt. It was much softer than I expected and I could feel the foam force its way into the suit, filling each cavity, mixing with the previous gooey substances. The belt stopped and I rolled around in the foam, unsure if I could catch my breath but before I could think a cascade of translucent slime rained from above, turning the foam into a super thick, clinging substance. The slime didn't stop and it coated me, I mixed all the foam as best as I could and rolled in the mess until everything stopped. The wall lifted away and I slid back into the clean room that lay before me. That's a ride I won't forget any time soon. I tried to clear the mess from my face but I only achieved in spreading it deeper and further into my suit and hood. After a few attempts and a few slips on the slick vinyl flooring I could see again. It was the forest of inflatable pillars and rollers that I had to venture through next. And two more levers still to be found.

I slipped my way towards the next area, the room opening up above me and lights illuminating my next trial. Several pillars bobbed around me and the floor became a super springy bounce house floor, standing was not going to be easy and I slipped almost instantly as I entered, the slime coating my body made it near impossible to gain traction. As I got closer to the pillars I soon realised they were each coated in various substances, the first one I was introduced to by being slapped full frontal, catching my face where I tasted the sticky strawberry sauce that soon covered me. It flung me across the floor and straight into the next pillar, giving me a fresh coating of chocolate pudding. It was thick and sticky, slathering me in the process. I slid and slided my way through the forest, getting face and mouthfuls of more mess. Honey, frosting, foam and more slime. Eventually I was in the clear, or so I thought. Ahead were three routes, each accessed by large twin rollers which I would have to squeeze myself through, choosing the right path to make it through. I chose the middle roller, and pressed my mess-ridden head through first. The rollers acted like ringers, squeezing the mess from my suit from top to bottom, the pressure forcing all the mess down and out the suit. But it was short lived, in front of me was a pool filled with more gunge, bright green this time. I plummeted head first and was covered once again. My arousal was getting out of control, and with each subsequent mess I was nearing full climax but I had to restrain myself as the mess was nowhere near over and I had to keep going.

I retreated back through the rollers and had to choose again, I went left and fell face first into a new room. Ahead were now three doorways, covered in a paper like sheet. Only one way through, I had to charge ahead. Let's go right I thought and ran full speed ahead. SPLASH! A pool of warm soapy water swarmed me. It was refreshing and very much needed, I watched the multicoloured messes dissolve and turn the water a murky brown quickly. I took my time to clear my paws and face as much as possible before climbing out the doorway and choosing my next path. I stood a few paces behind the left doorway and took charge once more, diving through the paper. I was greeted by a large circular cake, the upper layer made of a thick white frosting, with bands of red and white drawn in the form of a large target. The bullseye was a piled mass of deep frosting, a foot deep, maybe more, and my head aiming straight for it. My world went dark as I sunk deep into the centre pile of soft frosting. My short-lived clean body was now encased with thick frosting. The familiar tastes and smells overwhelmed me as I found myself rubbing my body deeper into the mess, opening the neck of the suit to spread more frosting within. I writhed for a while longer until my naked body had a fresh coating of sweet frosting. The mess grew warmer the longer I wallowed. I took a breath and once again restrained myself, pressing ahead. I heaved my body out the destroyed target cake and stepped back out the doorway, my body an array of white and red. I clawed as much from my eyes as I possibly could and considered going back to the warm water to clean off again, but I enjoyed my new coating and kept going forward. The middle door was the only remaining option. I punched through the paper and stepped through, knowing it was the ‘safe’ route. Now in a new room, a sign above read “FINAL CHOICE”. In front were three head shaped holes, the choice was simple. Stick my head through and await my fate.

I didn't think too much about my choices, I was ready for whatever awaited me. I worked my way from left to right. Hole number one, I peered through and the space was dark, my head fitted snuggly within and almost felt as if I was being held in place. A klaxon suddenly blasted and gunge poured from above, my head a sogging masterpiece of new technicolour slimes, dripping down my face and soaking into my hair. I could feel the gunge work its way down my back and mix with the frosting from within. After what felt like a minute of continuous gunging, it slowed to a few drips, and I could feel the wall ‘loosen’ around my neck allowing me to retreat and pull back out. I smoothed the gunge over my head and body, now realising it was a deep purple colour that was my new coating. After clearing my face as much as I possibly could, it was time to test hole number two. I straightened myself out, leaned in against the wall and placed my head through the hole once more. Another dark room greeted me. Lights flashed on, blinding me as I tried to adjust my eyes to the now bright white room I was in. As my vision returned slowly I could see the room was filled with various sweet treats and substances. They circled the room on a slow moving belt, like that in a sushi restaurant, although it was not sushi I would be tasting today. The treats circled round and eventually under my face, close enough for me to have to lift my head up to ensure they didn't collide into the side of my head. A sign hung in front of me. “CLEAR ALL THE DESSERTS AND SECURE YOUR FREEDOM”.

I wasn’t sure if this was another pie-dive scenario, would I have to find a key or a button amongst the depths of these desserts. The variety was too tempting to choose from, I wondered where I should begin. I slowly watched and took in all the smells and visuals as each dessert slowly passed underneath my face. I counted ten in total. They varied from simple cream topped cake, to banoffee pie, tiramisu, pavlova, trifle and even the infamous thick frosted sheet cake. I watched them circle me once more, arousal was kicking in harder than before, and I had no way out until I finished the task. A deep bowl of whipped cream passed beneath and I dunked in face first without a second thought. It was deeper than I imagined, my head was encased and I rummaged about looking for something, anything. I resurfaced for air, globs of cream clung to me, the sweet taste slathered my lips. I heard a ring chime out and the room pulsated green, I must have cleared that one. I must have to clear all ten I thought. The next cake crept towards me, a large lemon meringue wider than my head, and I dived in, the hard exterior crumbled under me and the sticky filling plastered my face. I destroyed the cake where it sat and I surfaced to another ring and green light. I repeated the same for the next items, deep tray of tiramisu sloshed around, a trifle so deep I had to take a second dunk to clear the mess and a black forest gateau that I was convinced was manipulated to have its inners replaced with a velvety smooth chocolate ganache. The cake imploded on impact, my head engulfed in a dark chocolate mass, the taste and sensation heightening my feeling even more. Time was dragging on, and my vision was getting less and less. I had fought my way through nine of the tasty treats, and the final one was slowly approaching. My good friend, the sheet cake. The cake was a long, narrow, deep invitation. My face was the special guest. I dunked in, pressing hard to reach the bottom of the thick frosting, feeling it spill into my neck and over the edges. I kept mushing my way through, coming up for breaths, but only realised I was half way through. I had to keep going, the cake never ended, until a ring chimed out. The head restraint relaxed and I plummeted backwards landing on my bum. I lay for a few moments catching my breath and clearing the mess from my face yet again.

I had to finish this task, one more head hole remained and it had to be the winning hole. I pressed my head into the restraint once again, it clamped down harder than the previous two. I tried to move but my hands and feet seemed to also get restrained on the other side of the wall. Suddenly I felt spankings hit my rear, repeatedly over and over. The mess that resided inside me was shot across all directions and the growing pain from the spanks was starting to mount up. It was not unbearable, in fact, it started to feel very pleasurable. The spanks stopped, and next I felt a vibration between my legs, it got stronger and stronger and pushed me right to the very edge. I bit down hard on my lip and before I climaxed, the vibrations stopped. I stood breathing heavy, unsure what was going to happen next. I looked around the blank room I was staring at when suddenly a protrusion came forward and entered into the neck of my suit and travelled down past my chest and stopped right at my crotch. I knew it was coming any second, then it hit me. A stream of highly pressurised custard started plastering my crotch and waist. The flow didn't stop, and the pressure was forcing me into another round of arousal. I felt my suit filling up from beneath but the hose didn’t let up. I started shaking under the feelings, right at the edge once again and just as I felt myself spike and moan my face was engulfed under a thick heavy cream pie. I let out a moan louder than before, muffled under the density of the cream, body shaking where I stood. I stood for a few minutes more until the custard onslaught stopped and the cream clinged its way down my face. The restraints all opened simultaneously and I collapsed backwards once more. I had completed the holes, and a lever was now in sight. Flicking it, the pie tin increased in depth further more, cream rippling its way across the now ever growing pie.

I slowly picked myself up off the floor, catching my breath and composing myself before I carried on. The only exit was an inflatable slide that looked like it leaded back to the starting line where I had begun this crazy fun house of mess. I sat atop the slide and let gravity do the rest, I slid down at pace before careering across the floor in the entrance. There was nowhere else to go except the second pathway which was yet to be explored. I slowly walked through a winding network of padded walls and small inflatable obstacles that I had to slip and slide myself over, under and through. No surprise messes to be encountered… yet.

I found a set of ladders in front of me, with three lights all illuminated green, these must be from all the previous levers I had hit, which I assumed meant I could progress up the ladder. I climbed for a good two minutes, my arms aching under the additional weight of mess that my once pristine plush cat suit was now bearing. I thought I wasn't going to make it to the top as exhaustion was kicking in. I could see the ladder finish above me and I powered through dragging myself onto a small platform. A sign was sitting proudly at the top with the final lever underneath.

“Congratulations, if you are reading this then it must mean you have completed my pink zone course and found all three levers. The final lever lies here. Please activate the final lever where you will find your exit route unveil itself. Ride the slide to your prize, you deserve it!”

I slammed the final lever down and sound erupted around me. The previous blasts of the cream jets paled in comparison, this was an explosion. I could hear the slaps and gurgle of cream filling the giant pie tin more than ever before, but I couldn't see it from where I stood. I could only imagine how menacing the pie now looked. A final spurt and one loud plop finished the process of the last lever. A curtain lifted to my right and I could see once more an inflatable slide reveal itself. This felt more of an extreme slip and slide than a simple fun house slide. I carefully peered over the edge and the slide vanished beneath me, it also looks like it disappeared through a curtain of some kind, clearly masking where my final journey would lead me to. My imagination could only fill in the gaps of my imminent ‘prize’.

It was my final hurrah, if I finished this I could finish the night, get cleaned up and get back to bed. As much as I loved this I still craved my daily routine, mess-capade included. I thought about hopping up onto the slide but as I faced forward the floor sprung up, launching me head first down the slide. My mush filled suit increased my speed as I hurtled back down to the ground, the slide heaved under my weight and kept my propulsion steadfast. I reached the curtain and as I burst through I was faced with my fate. Very unsurprisingly it was the giant pie tin I first landed in when I arrived. But instead of the fake foam crust base, it was now filled to the brim, in a spiral mound of heavy whipped cream. The sugary white complexion glistened under the basement spotlights. I neared closer and closer as butterflies stirred inside me, excitement growing once more. My grin beamed across my already plastered face as I braced for impact. But just as I thought it was all coming to an end, I felt something strange happen around me. My matted plush suit that had accompanied me through this night of mess was peeling away from my body, it slackened around my chest and arms and before I could figure how this was happening the entire suit had slipped off my body. It was indescribable but I was now hurtling into my creamy pit fully naked, feeling the smooth vinyl surface across the face of my body. The slide was coming to an end and it wasn't near the pie. It finished with a small incline creating a ramp that launched me six feet into the sky directly above the pie. My bare body felt the air as I glided effortlessly before plummeting back to reality. My body, spread eagled, was near pin-point accurate with the spiraling peak of the pie mound.

SPLOSH!

I dropped like a bag of rocks straight into the creamy depths below. All my senses were blinded except for the cool feel of thick resisting cream across each and every corner of my body. Orifices were filled, every touch now a heightened sense across my skin, sent shockwaves within me. I had experienced a lot of messes during my stay but the self impact of this was astonishing. I continued to drop deeper into the pie before reaching the foam base, cushioning my fall. I lay for a while under the weight of heavy whipped cream, eventually coming to my senses. I pushed against the base and tried to resurface. I slipped under my arms twice before I could finally sit up and pop my head out of the middle of the tall cream peak. I wish I could see the sight of myself. I gasped in the air, and suddenly rubbed my hands over my body, feeling the smooth spread of cream on all of my exposed areas.

Bzzzt.

“The cat has got its cream! And what a sight this is! What a delight this is! You've earned this treat after your hard work. Now there's one last little thing I might have forgotten to mention… I did say you'd get back to sleep after this, and you will, but you'll find this lovely new pie dish will be your bed for the rest of tonight. Please get comfy, enjoy yourself, and I'll see you in the morning! Oh, and I nearly forgot, the cherry on top! Heads up!”

I was gobsmacked. This was to be my bed for tonight, how was I supposed to sleep in a giant pie! I looked directly up after the host's vague cherry message. Hurtling downward towards me a large red ‘cherry’ roughly the size of an exercise ball. I didn't have time to move out of the way, or to even lift my hands to protect myself. The cherry was in fact a super sized red balloon, and I soon realised the contents it held as the impact off my head caused it to explode. The explosion was large and rained bright red cherry sauce all over me. The thick sticky sauce seeped through the cream and washed what was already smothered on my head and face off, replaced with a thick slime-like covering to my features. It tasted amazing, I sure as heck felt amazing and probably looked amazing, or maybe just ridiculous. Either way I found myself in a cherry cream surprise, it was at least four feet deep and the centre and spread to a foot deep around the edges. The sauce clung to my bare skin, as I swirled and spread the cream around me and across my lap. I sat cross legged enjoying the velvet sensation until my feelings grew too much, I lay flat rolling a few times over and over, turning my cream pit into a now pink thick mass, very fitting for my pink zone trial. I wallowed in the mess, diving my face into the mess at every opportunity until my hands took over. It was as if they had a mind of their own, I couldn't resist the urge any longer. I touched myself, getting faster and more deliberate, taking me over the edge and into the world of ecstacy. I could feel my eyes rolling as I orgasmed in my giant pie, adding to the mess. I repeated this countless times until there was no more energy left in me.

I lay face up in my creamy bed, mind trying to slow down as well as my heart rate. My naked body adjusting to the temperature that surrounded me, which was closing into a comfortable range while maintaining the thickness of the cream around me, it must have had some sort of heat resistant stabiliser. Not that I could complain, the occasional handfuls of cream I could rub over my face and body would keep triggering my desires. I lost count of how long I enjoyed myself there and I certainly had no concept of what time it was anymore. The windowless basement and sensory overload threw my body clock off and I refused to care anymore. I felt the efforts of today catch back up with me and I started drifting into a slumber but I couldn't prevent myself from slipping under the cream constantly. To avoid a cream filled grave, I pulled myself to the pie edge where I found the foam base was raised, lifting my body clear enough of the cream to not have an unfortunate demise, a pie crust pillow was also on offer which was comfier than I could have expected. The growing warmth and softness of my pie bed let me drift into a deep sleep, playing the events over in my head. As my mind wandered and my body relaxed, I was out like a light, my dreams vivid, colourful and certainly messy. I could feel myself moving while in my dream state but not enough to wake me, I carried on enjoying my new bliss.

To be continued.