Briana's On Air Dare

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Briana's On Air Dare

Postby TickleMeSilly5 » 13 Dec 2015, 21:06

Note: This is another manure/gross out sort of splosh/humiliation story. For my first, you can find it here:

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This is inspired by shows like I Bet You Will and Snick's On Air Dare. Written for my friend Briana.

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Briana sat nervously in a dressing room at the TV studio, quietly waiting to be told what to do and where to go next. Weeks earlier, she had entered her name for a chance to appear on I Dare You!, a popular game show where contestants have a chance to win elaborate prizes in exchange for various challenges, usually something along the lines of eating bugs or getting covered in honey and having to run around hugging as many people in the audience as possible. Simple stuff if the contestant has a strong stomach or can handle a little humiliation, especially when the segments are broadcast.
She never thought she’d have a chance, and only entered for fun, but a few days ago she had gotten a call from the casting department notifying her that she had been selected to appear on an upcoming episode. Today was her scheduled spot; today was her day.

Two other contestants had already gone on before her. Both were wild, obnoxious frat boys more than happy to degrade themselves on television for money or tickets to a hokey game. Briana, on the other hand, was much more modest. She stood at barely 4’7” with silky, brown, curled hair that came to her shoulders and just a little chunky in her tiny build. Without question she was exceptionally attractive, but “adorable” would probably be a better choice given her small, almost doll-like, shape. What she lacked in stature she made up for in determination and a very outgoing personality. Something many other 28-year-olds seemed to be lacking as of late.

The entire morning had been a whirlwind once she arrived at the studio. In addition to going traditional check-in requirements including her name, contact information and a little bit about herself for use on the show, she was also briskly taken through a contract and waiver of liability regarding anything that may happen during taping. This made Bri a little nervous, as she wasn’t able to read much more than a few key clauses in these documents before she was rushed into signing and taken to the backstage area to wait for her turn. And seeing that she was the last one for the day’s filming, it had to be getting close to show time.

Finally, one of the stagehands came in to notify her that she had five minutes to get ready, and that she would need to change her outfit before she went on. He then handed her an official “I Dare You!” bikini.

“You can change in the bathroom. Hurry up!” he said while tossing the swimsuit to Briana. She swiftly entered the small side-room to undress from her street clothes and don the fairly skimpy bathing suit that only a TV studio would require. It was a bit tight on her breasts, but not too uncomfortable that it would pose a problem. She finished off by tying her hair up in a ponytail, since the last thing she needed was to have that obstructing her view if her dare involved anything physical, or messy.

When finished, Bri was out of the dressing room and escorted to the stage just as the host, Pat Swagger, introduced her. She walked out on the set while waving to the audience and trying to hide her anxiety. Like all the other contestants, she took a spot next to Pat and waited for the applause to stop. She was smiling more with fear and anticipation than anything else, and she hoped her cheeks weren’t turning too red in front of so many people.

“Tonight, ladies and gentlemen,” Pat said while placing a hand on Bri’s shoulder, “we have a very special dare in store for our lovely little Briana here.” She was growing more nervous as the whole introductory phase went on, and with each roar from the crowd, more tension built up throughout her body.

“We do a lot of different things on this show, things that many people might not be able to handle or follow through with.” Pat continued. “But Briana has proven to be one tough little cookie just by being here!”

This wasn’t sounding right. Bri was starting to feel more and more tension building in her chest, and a tingling, numbing feeling in her hands and feet. What had she gotten herself into?

“So, Briana…” Pat said with enthusiasm, “are you ready to face your challenge?”

“Y, yes,” She said nervously, and with slight hesitation. Pat smiled.

“Briana, your dare is…” he shouted while a drum roll was played, Bri’s heart nearly matching its tempo.

“The Doggy Doo!” Pat shouted while the name of the dare flashed on the monitors above the stage.

Briana was feeling very uneasy, what did that mean? A door in the back of the set was opened and a large wooden chair was rolled out and placed at the center of the stage. Pat walked Bri over to the chair.

“For the dare, Briana will be strapped into this chair,” Pat started. “Backstage we have one hundred, yes, one hundred buckets filled with the freshest dog poop we could find.”

Briana was feeling sick.

“And here,” Pat pointed to a large monitor above the chair. “We have a random number generator that will choose a number from one to one hundred. This randomly selected number will be how many buckets Briana will have smooshed over her head!”

Bri couldn’t believe what she was hearing. There was no way she was doing that! She felt numb and was shivering slightly with her mouth wide open in shock, staring at the audience like a porcupine about to be hit by a semi.

“Let’s get this started!” Pat shouted while the crowd cheered. The shock was broken, Briana immediately ran towards the dressing rooms, desperate to escape such a fate. Before she could even make it halfway there, two burly stagehands quickly overpowered the tiny girl and carried her back to the stage.

“No, no, no! No way!” Briana screamed, her tiny legs kicking the air as she was ushered back. The stagehands placed her in the chair. Her arms were strapped down with leather braces at the wrist; she could only move her hands in the smallest direction and with no hope of undoing the restraints. Still squirming, another brace was wrapped around her belly and she was pulled tightly to the back of the chair. Her squirming becoming less and less, another restraint was wrapped around her shoulders and tied off. Only her legs and her little feet were left free, still kicking. The back of the chair came up to her neck allowing her to turn her head and move it forward and back, but just barely. She felt like a prisoner about to be electrocuted.

“Alright, are we comfy?” Pat said, almost tauntingly. Briana couldn’t speak; the shock and fear were so high now. She was still trying her best to move, but the belts were too tight and just too strong.

“Now, let’s get that counter rolling!” Pat shouted once more to a wild crowd.

The number generator started flashing a fast series of digits, too fast to make anything out. Bri had her eyes fixed on a second monitor, identical to the one above her, praying it would stop, and praying the whole thing was just one long nightmare.

She could feel the sweat dripping off her forehead as she watched that screen and had grown incredibly tense. Finally it stopped.

“Eighty-six!” Pat said with glee. Briana was fully pale now. Her mouth hung open like a broken shed door as she stared in disbelief. Eighty-six? She had to have eighty-six buckets of dog crap forced over her!?

Another door opened in the back of the set, and several stagehands began wheeling out cart after cart of one gallon buckets, each filled a little past the brim with mounds upon mounds of dog poop. Bri could barely comprehend it. It was the most disgusting display she had ever witnessed! Many of the buckets were stained from all of the crap inside, some were lumpy, and others looked watery. The stench was unbearable and overwhelmed Briana’s nose even at a distance!

“Three. Two. One!” Pat screamed alongside the crowd and the stagehands headed to the buckets and started to bring them over to the small girl now desperately resuming her struggle for freedom. There was nothing she could do now.

The first bucket was placed in front of her, and her legs were immediately forced into it. Bri let out a squeal as she felt it engulf her feet and mash its way between her toes before working up her calves and stopped just below her knees. It was warm, sticky and incredibly thick.

She started to scream again and just as she did, the next bucket was forced over her head. In one quick push, she felt an entire gallon of dog poop smear over her face. Leftovers dripped out from underneath and fell onto her stomach and between her breasts. She was still screaming. The bucket came off hard, smearing her hair and pulling her ponytail up with it. A large plop fell out and landed in a wet thud against Briana’s belly.

Her pretty face was nearly unrecognizable; her forehead, cheeks, chin and everything else was caked in a soggy mass of fresh dog poop. A fairly large pile had accumulated on the top of her head and clumped throughout her once silky hair. Slowly, she spit out a lump that had gotten into her mouth when the bucket came down mid scream. Taking a gasp of air, her senses were flooded with the stink and she wanted to scream again, but could barely manage a whimper before another bucket came swooping down over her.

This one was even thicker than the last and poor Briana could feel it pulling on her hair aggressively as it came down. Everything was dark for her, but she could feel the bucket getting twisted back and forth, the poop inside oozing around her face, her nose, and her ears in a disgusting massage. More bits fell out and became mashed in her cleavage and dribbled down her belly and into her lap. The bucket came off with a fight and left a mound where her whole head had once been visible.

Briana couldn’t see anything through the mountain of sludge plastered to her face. Even the sounds of the audience’s cheers and grossed out gags was muffled with so much of it worked in and around her ears. She wanted so desperately to be able to wipe it off, but no matter how hard she fought, her arms remained strapped to the seat. She started to flail her head forward and back in a desperate attempt to clear her face, all the while dripping globs of dog poop onto her chest. Her ponytail, weighed down by a good pound of poo, whipped at her neck and clung to her skin with each movement. At last, a sizeable chunk had broken off, splattering her belly and lap, and allowing her a quick gasp of air before the fourth bucket was smooshed over her.

Bri felt a surge of warm, chunky semi-liquid gushing over her face and down her neck, working its way into her bottoms and clumping up around her butt. At the same time, it poured over and between her breasts, cascading off of them and merging with other lumps of poop on her belly and lap, slowly working its way towards, and then down, her legs. With her mouth clenched shut and the bucket still over her head, Briana let out the best possible scream she could as she felt that vile substance caress every part of her body. She did her best to thrash and pull on the restraints but with no change. She gasped again as the bucket came off, watery dog poop still coming out of it and working its way into what little exposed hair she had left and slowly dripping off her face. Bri let out a scream again as some of the fluid dripped into her mouth as she panted.

Bucket five was already coming down before she had a chance to recover from the disgust surging throughout her body at that last one. It was so much thicker. Thicker than any of the others that came before it as well! Briana squirmed the entire time as it was slowly forced over her head. She felt those first mounds pushed down on top of her, very slowly inching towards and over her forehead. As it worked down, she felt it pulling aggressively on her hair and all the chunks of poop still mashed into it. It was barely past her eyes when she began pouting, then over her nose, filling it with that agonizing, reeking odor she was becoming all too familiar with now. Finally it crept over her lips and towards her chin, engulfing her entire head after a solid thirty seconds or more of pushing.

The stagehand twisted it back and forth, each movement smearing more of it onto Briana’s face. Very little dripped out; it was such a heavy, sticky batch that almost the entire thing was clogging the small girl’s head. It took a painfully long time for it to be removed as well. It pulled on her cheeks hard; Bri felt as though she was being transformed underneath. It had taken so long to get over her head, and was taking so long to come off; she couldn’t hold her breath any longer. Briana took a deep inhale, the best she could at least, with the bucket still encasing her features. A burning, noxious aroma blasted her lungs and she coughed on it with little or no response from the stagehands or host.
Finally, after many more seconds, the bucket was off. Briana looked more like a statue that hadn’t yet had it’s face done yet; she was a small figure drenched in piles of dog poop but with one large, cylindrical blob where her head should be. Every feature was completely hidden beneath that mountain of crap.

“It looks like she’s having fun people!” Pat shouted to the audience after admiring the spectacle. The two stagehands, wearing latex gloves, went over to the sobbing girl and started to wipe her head down. As they did so, they made sure to work more of it into her than there already was. Briana could feel them pushing the poop around her head, working it into her hair. Slowly her face was freed, at least around her eyes and mouth. Large piles still clung to her forehead, cheeks and chin. The stagehands then began to work that all over the rest of her face. Briana squirmed more and squealed from under her clenched lips again, as her sight was once again blotted out with poop. A few more lumps were worked into her shoulders and down her arms while she sat helpless. Any other leftovers from that particularly thick bucket were then smeared over and around her breasts, caking them in vile mud.

Just as she thought it couldn’t have gotten worse, another bucket came down over her head so fast that it jarred her neck slightly and sent a stream of soggy poop down her back and chest once more. Bri could feel a few lumps rolling down her back, into her bikini bottoms and around the cheeks of her butt. She groaned and wriggled some more, but only added to the amount of muck that was finding itself into her bathing suit.

“Doing good, Briana!” Pat said. “Only eighty more to go now!”

She was in Hell, and barely had scratched the surface! Bri was already heavily covered in filth and she was nowhere near finished with what this show had in store for her. Gallons and gallons of dog poop continued to be smooshed over her head. She winced, moaned, and screeched with each one. One would think that after a while, Briana would have grown used to the sensation, but she never did. Each bucket felt different from the previous one, each one smelled a little worse, each had its own consistency. Some felt like clay: silky to the touch but horrible in reality. Others were like uncooked batter: soupy enough to pour over her, but thick enough that it was slow and heavy. Some felt like her head was being encased in concrete: heavy, thick and hard. Others were mashed over with little physical resistance and came off with a bit of suction that would plop more dog poop onto poor Briana’s head, body and legs as it was released.

Every so often, the stagehands would again rub her down to make room for more of the slop. Each time they did so, they made sure to smear it over what little clean parts of Bri’s body were left exposed. By the time bucket forty rolled around, she was completely caked in dog poop. Her arms, back, sides, legs, and belly were all thoroughly plastered, with the massive pile that was her head the shining star on the disgusting tree. Even her hands had been vandalized. She tried her best to clean them off by themselves but only managed to loosen the occasional lump or two, and a lot of the poo had managed to get itself stuck under her fingernails. Her legs were still trapped in the pail that had started her whole ordeal, and there was little she could do to move at all now with the weight of forty gallons of dog crap covering her tiny frame.

Briana had given up by the time she reached the halfway mark. There was no hope of escape and so much damage had been done that even if she were to break out, it wouldn’t do any good. How much worse could it possibly get now? She stopped counting the buckets and surrendered herself to their contents with each one shoved over her head. It was still incredibly disgusting each time, but she knew now that the end had to be near. She had already been covered in the poo; at this point it was all just horrible gravy.

The stagehands once again began to clear up her face when she realized she had reached the finale. In that moment she could see herself on the studio monitors and barely recognized the girl in the chair. Every part of Briana’s body was plastered in a good inch of dog poop except for her head, which had a good six inch high pile on top of it with bits slowly dripping to and over her face. The sensation of disgust and complete humiliation overcame her as she could see, and feel, what she had been transformed into.

“Give her a hand people!” Pat said to the booming crowd. How were they enjoying this?

“Congratulations, Briana” he said, turning to the mentally exhausted girl. “But before you collect your prize, we have one more thing for you!”

The stagehands then took the first bucket, the one her feet and legs had been marinating in for the past hour and immediately smooshed it over her head. By this point she didn’t care, and just nodded her approval as it was brought over and shoved onto her. They let the bucket sit on her head, still filled with now hardening dog poop, while the crowd cheered and Pat congratulated her again. She then felt the restraints at her shoulders and belly loosen and come off, then her wrists. Finally that last, atrocious bucket slowly slipped off while leaving a good, soggy streak of crap across her face. She puffed a bit, trying to get real air while she careful rose to her feet. As she did so, Briana felt all the leftover poo ooze its way between her toes some more, and nearly eighty-six gallons of it start to drip and plop wherever it wanted as she moved.

Bri then smiled, despite her horrific appearance, and gave a small wave to the audience. She had gone through the closet thing to a living nightmare and endured. She had won!

“Now,” Pat started, “You may claim your prize!”

A box in the shape of a treasure chest was brought out. Briana made her way towards it while the crowd cheered her on. Walking was difficult after sitting for so long, and the poop that caked her body made it very slippery for her on the stage floor, but she managed to reach her trophy.

“Congratulations again Briana, show us what you’ve won!” the host shouted.

Bri carefully opened the container, not wanting to contaminate it with any of the dog poop that clung to her, and was taken aback by her prize. There was nothing inside the box!

“Aw, too bad!” Pat said.

Briana stared at the box, then to the host and audience, mouth agape.

“Yes, every now and then we get a dud for a prize,” Pat continue, “but you can always try again next time on… I Dare You!”

Still buried in poo, Briana slowly walked off stage disgusted, discouraged and defeated. Upon reaching the dressing room to change, it hit her:

“Now, how am I going to get this off of me?” she said aloud, upon realizing she now had a long drive home and no shower anywhere in between. Damnit.
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Re: Briana's On Air Dare

Postby LaurenStarr84 » 04 Mar 2016, 15:12

great story :)
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Re: Briana's On Air Dare

Postby LaurenStarr84 » 04 Mar 2016, 15:12

great story :)
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Re: Briana's On Air Dare

Postby TickleMeSilly5 » 07 Mar 2016, 17:42

Thank you, she's willing to do something like this too using a prop dog poo. Think she deserves it? lol
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