Taste test

[ghilton]

Taste test

It was a big day for Julie at the Creamy Confectionary Company. She worked in product development, and today one of her managers was coming down for a preliminary taste test. All day long she'd been mixing ingredients together, running the ovens and the mixers, and trying various molds. She was hot and sweaty, but satisfied. Most product review sessions tended to focus on just a couple of possible additions to their confectionary line. She'd come up with five, a prototype of each on the table in front of her, some still warm.

It was one and a half hours past closing time. Pretty much all of the other employees were gone. She picked up the phone and dialled Diane, one of the upstairs sales team, and told her she was ready. Then she leant back against the bench and waited.

Diane didn't quite share her mood. For a start, she didn't get on that well with Julie, who'd only joined the company six months ago. She didn't socialize a lot, and never kept her kitchen clean. And why did she have to keep her waiting on a Friday night? Diane had been hoping to go out after work, and had dressed a little smarter than usual (skirt, hose and heels, V-necked white shirt), but everyone else had long since gone. She sighed, grabbed a clipboard and a pen, and headed down to the Julie's kitchen. What she saw when she arrived just made her mood darker. There were half a dozen benches of various shapes and sizes strewn about the room, each laden down with half-full bowls and cups and packets. The air was hot and wet and smelt of sugar. And there at the back of the room was Julie, in a stained white labcoat over jeans and a cardigan, grinning idiotically.

"Hi Julie," said Diane.

"Diane! Sorry to keep you waiting. Here, I'll show you what I've got." Julie led her over to a small table in amongst the overladen benches. Along the way Diane stepped in what felt like a wet patch on the floor. Her lips pursed, but she didn't look down.

Julie handed her a chocolate bar about the size of two fingers pressed together. "Try this one first." The chocolate was still a little sticky on her fingers, and when Diane took a bite cream squeezed out around her mouth and ran down her fingers.

Julie grinned. "Sorry about that. The bar's just got a light cream filling, so when you bite it some's bound to squirt out. Kids love licking their fingers clean. And they're a good practical joke to play on someone who hasn't eaten one before..." She trailed off when she noticed Diane's glare.

"This isn't a joke company," said Diane, wiping her mouth clean. She licked her fingers then wrote a little in her clipboard. "And the filling tastes too bland. Next?"

Diane wasn't even bothering to hide her frosty demeanor now. Julie didn't comment, but pressed on, showing Diane a fluffy ball of icing, custard and marshmallow. Diane took a small bite, pronounced the flavor to be an "unholy agglomeration", and wrote another dismissive sentence in her clipboard. After that came a chocolate square drizzled with strawberry syrup and hazelnut shavings, which Diane described as "derivative," not even bothering with her clipboard.

Julie was getting angry. Okay, so she'd kept Diane back a bit, but people often had to work after hours here. And this demonstration was the culmination of nearly a month's work for her. Diane was showing her no respect. It was obvious she wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible.

Julie's pulse began to rise.

The fourth item on the table was a bowl of gelatin sweets, pressed in the shape of mice. Diane didn't pick one up, she just looked at Julie. "Mice?" she said.

"Well, we sell chocolate frogs." said Julie. "And jelly snakes. What's wrong with mice? Anyway, I really wanted you to try the flavor-"

"I can guarantee you no child is going to eat these," said Diane. "Who's going to put vermin in their mouth? Work up a more palatable shape and I might give it a try."

"Gee, thank you so much," said Julie bitterly. "And I really hate to take up any more of your valuable time, but do you think you could at least give me a little feedback on this last item?"

The last item on the table was a shapeless mass of what looked like pink clay. There was a ring of water around it on the table. Diane looked at it.

"I haven't quite worked out how we should package this stuff yet," said Julie. "The ingredients are basically the same as in cherry nougat, but I've added water in solution. So you can enjoy it as is as a moist treat, or squeeze it in your hand and suck out the syrup, then eat a nice dry sugary nougat. Go on, try it."

Diane pressed one finger into the wet nougat. Pink syrup welled up around her fingernail. She pulled her finger out and licked the tip experimentally.

"Sour," she said.

"What are you talking about," objected Julie, "it's not remotely-"

"I think we're done here," said Diane brusquely. "Thanks for all your work. I'll see you next week with my report."

"But it doesn't taste sour at all!" continued Julie. "Look at these ingredients..." She rushed to one table and pointed at the packets of confectioner's sugar, the jelly, and the cherry syrup. "How can you get a sour taste from that? Look, I've got another bowl here..." And she picked up a wide plastic bowl half full of her wet nougat mixture, which sloshed around as she lifted it off the table.

"I have no desire to try any more," said Diane as Julie brought the bowl over to her. "Now if you don't mind-"

"This is highly unprofessional of you Diane," said Julie, blocking her exit. "Just because it's a Friday doesn't give you the right to abuse me this way. I've been working long and hard this last month-"

"Believe me," said Diane, "in any other setting my verdict would be the same. You like to work on your own, don't you Julie? The mad scientist alone in her lab. Except working alone you don't get much professional feedback, do you? Well, now you're getting some. Call it a reality check. Now get out of my way."

Julie was five inches shorter than Diane, but she didn't budge. "Not until you try some more of this."

Diane's eyes flicked down to the pink sludge in Julie's bowl, then back up. "I wouldn't eat that crap if you paid me."

And Julie snapped. "You mean this crap?" she said, then lifted the bowl up and dumped it over Diane's head.

Nougat mixture splashed down over Diane as if she'd been doused by a bucket of water. It matted her hair to her face and her eyes disappeared beneath a slowly descending pink mass. Syrup splashed all down her front, plastering her shirt to her body. Her mouth opened wide and she just stood there, shocked.

Drops and flecks spattered Julie, but she hardly noticed. "Taste the cherry now, can you? Not too bad, is it? You know, there's some more stuff here you didn't give a proper evaluation..."

Diane still just stood there, her arms held out stiffly from her now sticky body. Julie quickly turned, picked up a bowl of custard, and tossed it over Diane's front. It hit her just under her breasts, falling in a thick sheet down her shirt and onto her skirt. Diane hardly seemed to notice. She slowly wiped the slimy nougat mixture from her eyes and forehead. She looked dazed.

Her eyes followed Julie as she picked up an industrial sized can of spray on cream. Julie was smiling. "I seem to remember you criticizing my filling too," she said, then reached between Diane's breasts andheld out her sodden shirt. She stuck the nozzle inside and sprayed cream all down Diane's front. Her shirt began to sag at the waist from the weight of the cream inside. They looked at each other as Julie continued to spray the cream, until it was spilling out between Diane's breasts. Julie tossed the can aside, and pressed Diane's shirt against her body. Cream oozed out between her breasts and leaked down over her skirt. Some was even squeezed up to her shoulders and dripped down her arms.

Diane's eyes narrowed. "You-"

"See, that's not so bad really, is it Diane," said Julie, pressing the shirt into her breasts. More cream shot up between her breasts and down over Julie's hands. "Kinda spoke too soon, didn't you?" She turned around and looked for something else to throw on Diane.

Immediately Diane turned around and saw a bowl on the table behind her. It looked to be full of green goo. She snatched it up and made to throw it over Julie's back, but stopped when she saw she'd just get it on her lab coat. Instead she grabbed the collar of the coat and pulled it back, and before Julie could wriggle out of her grip Diane had poured the goo all down the back of her cardigan. Julie squealed, but Diane grabbed her in a bear hug and pressed tight against her back, pushing the messy cardigan against Julie's skin, forcing the goo through the gaps in the fabric. Julie writhed under her grip but Diane held on. They fell against a bench, and Julie lost her footing. She fell to the ground, Diane on top of her, and some of the bowls and containers on the bench followed them. Diane reached for a packet of custard and Julie wriggled free of her. As she rolled on her back Diane pulled the packet open and tossed it all down her front. Some of the custard hit her lab coat but most of it landed on her cardigan. Julie was reaching for some retaliatory ammo and found a squeeze bottle of raspberry syrup. She flicked it open and began spraying it at Diane.

Diane moved back and crouched behind a bench. "You bitch," she said. "These are my going out clothes. I wanted to hit the town tonight. You're going to pay."

She stood up and Julie tossed a bag of flour at her. The air went white, but Diane didn't react. She picked up a bowl of cherry syrup, full to the brim, and walked straight at Julie. Julie ducked right but Diane stuck out her free hand and grabbed her. She pressed her up against the wall, her legs holding her in place. Julie struggled but Diane held her there. She reached down and pulled her jeans out from her waist. They were pretty tight so she popped the button open and pulled the zip down halfway. Julie tried to push her back but Diane was too strong. She poured the bowl of syrup into her jeans. It ran slowly down the legs of her jeans, and some spilled out over the waistband and ran down the outside. When the bowl was half empty, and syrup was slowly trickling out over Julie's socks and shoes, Diane roughly grabbed her and spun her around. Holding her back tightly with her elbow, she pulled the jeans away from her butt and poured in the rest of the syrup. It ran down over her panties and between her legs.

Finally the bowl was empty and she let it fall. She leant against Julie and zipped her jeans up, then one hand pressed into her crotch while the other rubbed her butt. The denim was sticky under her fingers. "You're a filling enthusiast," Diane snarled in her ear , "how'd you like that?" She could hear Julie breathing loudly. Suddenly Julie broke from her and ran for safety. When she'd rounded a couple of benches, she turned and glared at Diane, her chest rising and falling.

"Too far," she said. "I've heard of managers taking liberty with their positions but this..." She surveyed the damage to herself. "How can I go home in this?"

"I'm in the same boat," said Diane. "Guess you should have thought of that earlier!" She picked up a bowl of chocolate sauce and threw it at Julie. Julie was slow to react and it splashed over her face. She squealed, and as she was wiping her eyes clear Diane had already taken another packet of custard and thrown it at her. It splashed down her front. Her cardigan was starting to sag under the weight of custard, and it pulled forward against her breasts. Julie grabbed a can of spray cream and shot it at Diane. It hit her waist and she pulled it up and down her front. Diane ducked around and tried to escape the cream, but it just got in her hair. Finally she grabbed the bench she was sheltering behind, flipped it onto its side, and ducked down behind wood. Measuring cups and plastic bowls clattered onto the floor, spilling their contents.

"Oh, you bitch," said Julie. "Don't you wreck my workplace!" She ran to a nearby bench upon which were ten pies from an experimental batch of cream pies. She grabbed two, jumped over the bench, and ran full tilt at Diane. She crashed against her, sending her tumbling to the floor, and smashed a pie into her face. The other splatted on the floor and while Diane tried to wipe her face clean Julie picked up the pie mixture in her hands and threw it against Diane's breasts. There was more and she threw it against her skirt.

They were wrestling with each other now, and the pie mess on Diane was getting in her cardigan, which sagged more than ever. Julie's knees held Diane's skirt against the floor, and as she writhed underneath her there was a loud snap. Diane immediately glared at her and reached for her head. Julie ducked back and ran to the bench to pick up a couple more pies. Diane was right behind her when Julie spun around. With no time to react Julie swung the pies and sandwiched her head. Diane crashed into her and Julie fell back on top of the pies. She rolled over and onto the floor, and Diane picked up one of the squashed pies. Before Julie could stand up she threw it at her chest. Pie mixture splatted all over her front. Diane took another pie and as Julie stood she grabbed the back of her head and pushed her face into the pie.

Julie could see nothing and knew Diane had at least five more pies at her disposal. Blindly she reached out, grabbed Diane's shirt, and pulled hard. The buttons popped off and the shirt fell open. Underneath it Diane's torso was a mass of white cream. Diane gasped but went for the pie anyway. "If we're going to get personal," she said, then threw the pie against Julie's already pied face. She pulled out Julie's cardigan and wiped pie mixture from her face so that it fell inside the cardigan. When most of the pie was gone from her face she pushed the cardigan back against her front and rubbed the pie mixture around. "Enjoy," said Diane.

"Why Diane, you really shouldn't have," said Julie. "Allow me to return the favor." She took a pie and held out Diane's skirt. She was wearing pantyhose and underneath those a pair of black panties. Julie smashed the pie against her crotch, then rubbed the mixture around. While this was happening Diane picked up another two pies and sandwiched Julie's head. Julie didn't react, but picked up a thick clump of pie mixture in one hand, and in the other held out Diane's pantyhose. She dropped the mixture inside. Diane's skirt, already ripped, fell to the floor. Neither of them noticed. Diane had another pie and she pushed Julie back. She held up her cardigan, revealing a plain white t-shirt underneath which was stained yellow with custard and cream. She smashed the pie into her breasts.

Julie went to the table, but there were no more pies. As she went Diane grabbed the back of her lab coat and tugged it off her body. "I'm not going to stand here practically in my underwear while you're fully clothed. You can take that cardigan off too."

Julie looked at her.

"Or I'm not leaving here until you're messed up from head to toe," said Diane.

Julie didn't move, so Diane said "Right!" The bench behind her had a series of cup with multicolored liquids in them, so Diane picked them up and tossed them at Julie one after the other. Julie stood still and took it. The liquids splashed into her cardigan and disappeared into the dark color. The cardigan now hugged her breasts tightly, and the zip on her jeans had fallen open.

There was nothing else on the bench. Nearby was another bench, fully laden. They looked at each other, then ran for it. Julie made it first and picked up a bowl of chocolate sauce and threw it down Diane's front. Even as it hit her Diane picked up a bottle of chocolate milk and poured it over Julie's head. Julie took a bowl of half-set gelatin solution and grabbed a handful of it and threw it at Diane's face. Diane flinched and Julie poured the rest over her head. The white semitransparent liquid ran down her face. Diane blinked her eyes and grabbed a bowl of custard, and poured it over Julie's shoulders. It ran down her arms and the hollow of her neck. Next both of them grabbed squeeze bottles of syrup and stood there spraying each other. Neither of them felt like hiding, they were too messy to care.

"I'm still getting you out of that cardigan," said Diane. Julie shook her head. Instead she stepped back, and with some effort pulled her jeans down her legs. She undid her shoes, then stepped out of the jeans and kicked them aside. Her legs glistened red with syrup, her panties obscured beneath the hang of her cardigan.

"Too sticky," she explained. "I could barely move."

They both looked at the bench. There was nothing left.

"Is that it then?" said Diane.

Julie pointed to a bench by one wall. "There's two buckets over there."

Diane looked. "I'm all fought out. Let's just pour them over each other and call it a night."

Julie nodded. "I can accept that." They walked over to the bench. Julie picked up a bucket and motioned Diane to sit down on the floor, saying it would just be easier for her. Diane settled down, crosslegged. Julie slowly tipped the bucket out over her head. It was full of golden syrup, and it slowly descended from the bucket in a sticky mass. The syrup layered itself on Diane's head as Julie moved the bucket back and forth. It slowly ran down her hair.

"Now now," chided Julie, "lift your head so I can give you a proper coating." Diane shut her eyes and pulled her head back. Syrup slowly ran down her face. It was still pouring from the bucket and now running down her shoulders. The weight of the syrup as it cascaded down her shirt pulled the fabric away from her breasts. Her front was all cream and pie mixture, but her bra could be faintly seen underneath. The syrup continued to fall, and with Julie skilfully moving the bucket back and forth it coated every inch of her front and back. Now it began to pool in her lap, the syrup glistening on her pantyhose, soaking over her panties. More continued to fall down her face like slowly descending lava. Diane was sitting very still and breathing through her nose. Julie moved the bucket out over her shoulders, then ran it up and down her arms, coating her shirt to the cuffs. Then she moved it back and poured the remainder over her face. Diane moved her fingers over her front, feeling the syrup slowly descending. When at last it seemed there was no more falling from her head, she lifted her hands and wiped out her eyes. She blinked them open.

"And you were complaining about being sticky? Now my whole body's fucking sticky. Your turn now." She stood up and pointed at the mass of syrup on the floor. "Sit yourself in that." Julie knelt down then sat in the syrup.

The last bucket was nearly twice the size of the one Julie had given her. It was full to the brim with green slime. Diane could barely lift it. Finally she got it in the air above Julie. "Lift your head," she instructed. Julie did so. Her hands gripped her thighs.

Diane tipped the bucket over. The slime came in a huge rush, and Julie shuddered at the weight of it. In an instant her face was coated and slime spattered out over her lap and Diane's legs. Slime torrented down over and inside her cardigan, pulling out from her neck. The slime ran down over her tshirt, and down her back. Now that some of the weight was gone Diane was able to control the location of the bucket a bit better, and she poured some directly into Julie's lap. Her panties were visible underneath the cardigan but they soon disappeared beneath the slime. There was still more slime and Diana aimed it directly at Julie's neck. Slime poured inside her cardigan. The dark color was gone on both sides, it was now a bright green. Slime splashed off Julie's breasts. Julie's response was to grasp the cardigan underneath her breasts and push it against her body. Slime built up in a shelf across her breasts. Diane switched back to her head and poured slime out over Julie's hair, and with the last of it coated her face one final time.

The last slime fell. The noise in the room stopped, save for some small drips from her arms and hair.

Diane set the bucket aside. "Well."

Julia wiped out her eyes and looked up at Diane. "Well," she said.

Diane held out her arm. "Truce?"

Julie took it. "Truce," she said as Diane pulled her up.

They surveyed the damage. The floor was coated in food from one wall to the other. Most of the walls had sustained some kind of collateral damage. There were containers strewn everywhere, benches overturned, clumps of now unwearable clothing. They were both covered from head to toe themselves, Diane with her shirt open and skirt somewhere else, Julie missing shoes and jeans.

"We'll let the janitors take care of it," said Diane. "Only... do you have any idea how we're going to get home?"

[PleasePieMeMistress]

Good stuff, nice nonsexual fun sploshy story.