The Final Chapter - One Fateful Day

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Here it is, the beginning of the end, the last bit of anticipation. I hope you enjoy the setup, hopefully it wont be too long before the next installment.


Daisy and Bess had been on an incredible journey together. It had started, naughtily, illicitly, in the great swimming pool of slime at the summer fete, so log ago it seemed now. Then they had found acceptance amongst friends, it being symbolised by the hugely messy Halloween party. They had faced incredible challenges together, and emerged triumphant, the devious designs of Geoffrey Drake helping to firmly cement their relationship. Just lately they had played at introducing others to the joys of wamming, with a lot of success.
Now their relationship was complete, it was perfect in every aspect, and would no doubt remain so for ever. Their gungey paths were eternally entwined, they were as one. Daisy and Bess had each come to this conclusion simultaneously and independently, though neither of them felt the need to express it to the other. They were so attuned to each other that there was no need.
Now they both wanted to seal their relationship, and to do so with a ceremony, just a private ceremony, just for the two of them to prove their devotion to each other. The event would have no official or legal standing, indeed far from it, but that was not what they wanted. They were not bothered about that sort of stuff, it didn't bother them at all, they just wanted a private thing between themselves.
The last couple of weeks had been extremely hectic, the sheer amount of preparation was incredible. They were combining the ceremony with a honeymoon, so plane tickets had to be obtained, hotels booked, visas stamped and injections received. All the things that always have to be gone through in preparation for a holiday. However, thanks to Bess' organisational expertise, everything was under control and going well. Only minor hitches had come up so far, and all had been dealt with efficiently.
It is traditional before holding a ceremony of this kind to hold another event - a hen night. Given the nature of Daisy and Bess' relationship, this time there were to be two, separate hen nights. Preparations for these were also continuing apace, invitations had been sent out, ad replies received for all of them. There are no prizes for guessing what would form a major element of both parties.

Daisy's party, their average ages being slightly lower, had decided to meet in a bar, a new and trendy one in the town centre. There weren't too many people in there at that point, it was still very early evening, but the three girls who were already there were causing quite a stir. A man turned around from the bar, was confronted by the trio and very nearly dropped his bottle of Corona, lime ad all, bringing a smile to the lips of Daisy.
She was dressed as a nurse, appropriately for the emergency services theme that she had chosen for her hen night. Her uniform was the classic short skirted, pure white, figure hugging pvc dress, with a small red cross on the right breast. A cap, white with a red cross adorned her head and her long, golden hair fell unfettered down her back. she had on white fishnet stockings, with lacey tops and thin, narrow suspenders. On her feet were a pair of white knee length boots, with a five inch heel and an inch of platform, they laced up right to the top and were constructed of patent leather. The boots shone and gleamed in the light, just like her pristine, clean white uniform.
Sitting next to her was Kirsty, wearing, if it was possible, an even more eye catching outfit. She was dressed as an 'FBI' officer, though it is doubtful that it would pass muster in the actual line of duty. It was nothing more than a one piece jumpsuit, with no legs to speak of, so it was if she was in hotpants. The material of this outfit was shiny black pvc, and it probably wouldn't be recognisable as being an FBI costume were it not for the three letter acronym plastered across her back in lurid yellow. The black yellow baseball cap helped too, the appropriate legend emblazoned across it. Her choice of footwear was somewhat inappropriate for a field operative, though it didn't look as if anyone in the place was complaining. Her boots were towering and made of patent leather. The tops encircled her thighs, the black as night shiny material stretching all the way down to a sharply pointed toe and thin, elegant heels, six and a half inches high. Her round, magnificent behind was shown off well by the tight hotpants and her extremely long hair falling ramrod straight down her back, it's jet black colour complementing the rest of her outfit and her milky white exposed arms, face and thighs contrasting.
The third figure was one that had only recently been added to Daisy's inner sanctum of friends, a relatively recent acquaintance, but nevertheless a good one. She was Katie, who had last figured in this narrative having had a pot of yogurt poured down the pvc top that she had concealed beneath her work clothes. That incident was one that had sparked Katie off on a whole new direction in life, and now far from being rather distant work colleagues, she and Daisy were firm friends. She was also quite close to Kirsty now, since she was one of the best customers at her shop.
Given her predilections, it was no surprise to find that, just like the other two, she had gone down the artificial route for her choice of clothing material. She had on a short, blue dress made of vinyl, and a cute, peaked cap of the same construction, the badge on the breast of the dress, a yellow star containing the words 'Stop and Search' indicating that she was being an ever so sexy policewoman. The diminutive girl had her sandy hair done in a simple ponytail and on her feet were unadorned, elegant black shoes with a four inch heel.
The three of them were totally comfortable being out in public like that, indeed they were pretty much used to it. Daisy had, after all, just a few weeks ago been putting on a public show of gunging dressed in a latex French maid's uniform, and Kirsty and Katie wore latex, pvc and leather most of the time nowadays. They were hot, they knew it and they loved it. Some of the customers of the department store where Daisy and Katie worked at had noticed them, and no doubt they would be making a few extra trips now they had seen the stunning beauties.
The next person to arrive was dressed a little more conservatively; she could hardly have been more outlandish. Laura, the short, thin brunette came in wearing a long coat which, after the usual pleasantries, including the information that she was about to jet off to South Africa on yet another foreign trip, was removed. She had on a nurses outfit, a short skirted dress with narrow blue and white stripes and a white cotton apron with a white cross in the centre, a cute cap with a similar logo, and sexy fishnet tights encasing her slim legs. On her feet were calf length black leather boots, with long, pointed toes and kitten heels. She was a little embarrassed about being out in public like that, she didn't normally wear such sexy and outlandish clothes, but after all, it was fancy dress, a special occasion, and the others were being way more daring.
Hot on her heels was Fran, the rounded, curvy blonde, and as soon as she reached the table she burst out laughing at the sheer contrast between her outfit and everyone else's. She had eschewed medicine and law enforcement to go for the third emergency service, firefighting. She had on her black nylon waterproofs, both jacket and trousers and on the back of the jacket, with quite skillful execution, she had inscribed in yellow insulation tape the word 'Fire'. On her head was a bright yellow toy helmet, covering her pigtailed hair, and on her feet were her tall, black rubber Wellingtons. She had had an inkling that the other girls might go for slightly more revealing costumes, and she was amused no end by being proved right. Her own outfit suited her though, it was a good costume, and she was happy with it. It was a little more sexy than it appeared at first glance as well, given that when she was asked by Daisy:
"Wont you be a bit hot with the coat ad trousers being on all night?" she replied:
"Not since it's only my underwear underneath them!"
The girls chatted for about ten minutes before the last member of the party arrived, Alice as usual was making a dramatic, fashionably late entrance. She wore no skirt, she was happy with parading around her costume. She was the third nurse of the evening, but quite possibly the most striking. Alice's tall, slim figure was clothed in a white dress, the bodice narrow and the medium length skirt being flared by several layers of petticoats The sleeves were short, but flared, exposing the ivory whiteness of her arms. There was a nice red heart on the front of the dress, and the only indication that she was in fact a nurse was the cap bearing a red cross on her head. She had on cherry red shoes with three inch heels. It was an extremely classy looking, yet still sexy outfit. After brief pleasantries were exchanged, Kirsty burst out, obviously dying to know:
"Where on earth did you get your costume?" Alice smiled.
"It's a leftover from an old play I was in once," she said, "and it started out life as the outfit of one on the handmaidens to the Queen of Hearts, Lewis Carol you know. I'd never have worn it if it hadn't been free, I have a good idea what Daisy's got planned. o doubt something a little bit messy."
Daisy attempted to put on an entirely innocent, 'who me?' expression, and pretty much got away with it, but crucially, she did not make any attempt to deny it.

Bess' party were being slightly more mature, at least at the moment, and meeting at her house over a few glasses of white wine. Bess had chosen the theme of 'filmstars' for her bash, and the outfits that the beautiful women had selected were no less stunning. Bess herself was being very daring, choosing to come as Ursula Andress in her classic role in 'Dr. No'. She had on an elegantly cut bikini, all in white, and not a great deal else. There was a knife holster on her hip, complete with plastic toy knife, and a pair of white stilettos, the three inch heels not a feature of the action girl's outfit in the movie, but no matter. She was unconcerned about the extreme skimpiness of her clothing, the night was special, and her wonderfully toned, body with its large, firm breasts deserved to be shown off.
The only other woman in the room at this early stage bore a remarkable resemblance to her. The same incredible body, though possibly a little shorter, similar features, but brown eyes and brown hair. It was Bess' sister, a little less than two years younger and going by the name of Belle. She obviously also shared her sisters love of snappy dressing, as she was kitted out in a very sexy looking pirate costume, possibly in the hope of attracting some Johnny Depp lookalike. She had on a red satin jacket, flared at the bottom and barely covering her underwear, it had frilly white cuffs and a long collar of the same material, and also a wide black belt the cinched the coat tightly to her narrow waist. On her head was a tri-cornered hat bearing the traditional pirate's insignia of the jolly roger, she had it pulled down at a rakish angle over her mound of thick, loose brown hair. On her feet, completing the look, were a pair of magnificent boots. They were tall, black leather boots with three inch heels, the leather a little loose against her long legs. The tops of her boots were over her knees and had turned over cuffs, very piratical indeed and very sexy.
The doorbell rang, and when Bess answered it turned out to be three more members of the party, all three old friends of Bess from when she was at university. Their names were Audrey, Antonia and Donna. They were greeted, introductions were made and drinks were served. Antonia made some joke about what they said they'd do to the first one of them to get hitched back when they were at uni. Everybody laughed. Belle remarked that when they were kids she never thought that Bess would get hitched at all, she was always too grubby, she was always too busy playing in the mud. It was all very civilized, at least at the moment. Then she quipped that nothing much seemed to have changed. The university trio laughed nervously, they had a bit of an idea of what was going to happen, they were slightly afraid, but game for anything.
Audrey was the tallest one, a slim, delicate brunette, and in homage to her name and to her suitable looks, she had decided to come as the star of 'Breakfast at Tiffany's', Audrey Hepburn. She had on the classic little black dress, dark stockings, cute black pumps. Her arms were encased on elbow length black gloves and her hair was up, she even had a cigarette holder, even though she didn't smoke. She looked an absolute darling.
Donna had also gone to a classic movie for inspiration, in her case 'The Wizard of Oz'. Her dress was checkered blue and white, short skirted and with a white apron pinned to the front. Her brown hair was curled and tumbled down her back. Her long, tanned legs were bare, their wonderful shapeliness on full display. On her feet were a pair of cherry red shoes, shiny and bright, their heels three inches high. She made a fantastic Dorothy, she even had a toy Toto.
Antonia had gone for a more pop culture feel with her outfit, she had come as Supergirl, the short, flowing red skirt, the tight blue top with its big 'S' logo on it. She even had a cape as well, a short flippy one that swirled cutely after her. She had medium length, thick blonde hair, which she had done in bunches with pretty red bows to tie them. On her feet were pair of bright red boots, leather and knee length, with a couple of inches of thick heel. She may not have had any super powers, but she certainly had the power to turn heads. The group talked for a little while longer before a second ring of the doorbell heralded the arrival of the last member of the party.
It was Miss Falls, Faye being her first name, a fellow teacher at Sploshington Girls' School and great friends with Bess at work. She was rather a surprising guest at a party of this kind, she was very attractive, in her early thirties, but always gave off an air of a certain tweediness, though she had seemed very interested in the idea of the party, indeed it was she who had first brought up the possibility of mess when Bess invited her. Tonight she was most definitely letting her hair down. Her hair was a vibrant red in colour, and though she usually wore it up, tonight it was tumbling down her back. She was clad in a bright green catsuit, made of stretchy fabric and with a belt fashioned of greenery. Her calf high boots were also green, a dark green and were leather with four inch heels. She was Poison Ivy and she looked dynamite. Her full, ripe, large breasted figure was fantastic in the tight catsuit, if her pupils could see her in that getup they'd never have believed that this was their uptight, starched teacher.
Everyone was mingling, everyone had a glass of wine and was getting on quite well. In the bar Daisy's lot were tucking in to their second round of drinks. It was all rather civilized, but both groups were about to get just a little bit messy.

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And so the epic saga continues! Thank you! Roll on the next episode - especially if Audrey gets a little messy...

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Looks like it's going to be a lot of small updates, here's the first of them.


Daisy's party had in the last few minutes taken possession of two mysterious, wheeled objects. They were wheeled, and had been delivered by Geoffrey, who had spoken a few words of admiration to the girls regarding their outfits, wished them a good evening, then departed swiftly, just as a man should on a hen night, with Kirsty calling after him:
"Don't forget about plan B!"
This obscure parting shot was not questioned as the girls were far more interested in what the man had brought. Daisy saw the curiosity and decided that it was time to take charge. She banged her glass on the table a couple of times to quell the murmurings, stood up and walked over to the two bundles, stood up straight, imposing in her high heels, sexy in her pvc nurses' outfit, and proclaimed :
"I think that it's time to explain what we're going to do on this barcrawl tonight," she said, "and there are no prizes for guessing that these two little beauties are going to feature heavily." She ripped the sheet off the first object to reveal what lay beneath. It turned out to be a shopping trolley, but one that had been altered a little bit. Large painted pieces of card had been affixed to every side in order to make it look like a fire engine, appropriately enough for the theme of the night. It was chock full of a great variety of foodstuffs, all in quite large amounts. This sight was interesting, and confirmed the girls' suspicions about mess, but it didn't really explain anything.
"These are the raw materials," declaimed Daisy, "we'll be making use of these throughout the night, but don't worry about them for now. I hope you're good at downing," she said, going off on a new track, "because if you aren't then you're definitely in trouble." Katie and Kirsty both looked very excited, they had been looking forward to this night for ages and they couldn't wait to get on with things. Laura, Fran and Alice were a bit less enthusiastic, but they weren't really worried. They had experienced a messy party before, and there was nothing to be afraid of.
"Okay," said Daisy, finally laying down the rules for the evening, "At every bar we visit we are going to have a downing competition. The loser is going to be in a bad way, and so they're going to get a ride in our ambulance." With a dramatic flourish she whipped off the sheet from the other package. The others gasped, the cryptic remarks became clear. The 'ambulance' was in fact a narrow, tall bath on a wheeled, flat trolley, with cardboard painted sides to make it look like an ambulance. In the bottom of the bath was a layer of bright green slime, really thick looking ooze. It wasn't a good place to ride now, and it was going to get worse.
"Of course at every bar, " said Daisy, "we will be adding an extra item."
"Yay!" cried Kaite, leaping up and down and clapping her hands, little flighty claps, she was giddy with glee. Kirsty was also looking pleased, she had known what was going to happen, but it was very gratifying to see her partner's work in reality. Laura and Fran just rolled their eyes at each other, this was typical. Alice said:
"At least we'll have a soft seat!"
Alice, Fran and Laura weren't too bothered really, but Katie, Kirsty, and indeed Daisy herself, were eager to get things started. They rushed to the bar and ordered Reefs for six. The barman fulfilled their request quickly, he was very anxious to see what this stunningly dressed group of beautiful women were going to get up to next. The orange alcopops were distributed post haste and Daisy's hen party was getting going in earnest.
"Here we go again," said Laura, as six bottles were raised to six pairs of lips.
Meanwhile Bess' party were en route to a pub. They carried no encumbrances, not even coats since it was a fine evening. this was obviously slightly more slick and well organized event than Daisy's, with it's home made, home painted contraptions. However, several of the girls were wondering just what was going to happen that night.
"Hey Bess," said Antonia, her shiny red boots clicking on the pavement and her cape fluttering in the wind, "what's the plan?"
"Yeah," added Donna, her petticoats bouncing up and down with every step, "what's going on?" Both of them were showing signs of concern.
"Whatever it is," chipped in Faye, "I'm sure it's going to be great!"
"I've phoned ahead," said Bess by way of reply, "in fact I arranged all this with the landlords of the places were going to ages ago. I hope that you're feeling lucky!"
"Or you might be feeling messy!" said Belle, finishing off her sister's statement for her.
"Messy?" piped up Audrey distractedly, "what do you mean?" The rest of the crowd laughed at her, she had a reputation for being a little bit dappy and she was certainly living up to it. Antonia and Donna went into relating an anecdote together of something amusing that happened at university due to her absent mindedness, one that lasted until they reached their destination.
The pub when they entered was largely empty, it was after all still quite early, which was why there were relatively few heads turning to look at the eccentrically dressed bunch of beautiful women stride in, lead by a fantastic blonde clad in only a bikini. She marched right up to the bar, then Bess nodded curtly at the barman and regarded what he had prepared for them. Six large glasses were laid out in a row, each of them filled with red wine. Next to them was a cardboard spinner, a scaled down version of something that might appear on a cheesy gameshow, adorned with a variety of strange daubings, and on the floor were several bulging carrier bags. These items were most puzzling to the girls, and indeed worrying. Faye dived for the booze, but was held back by Bess.
"Woah, woah, sweet child of mine," she exclaimed, "this is part of a plan, we've got to coordinate this hen night. I've got to explain how we're going to play our drinking game." Antonia and Donna looked at each other, this was the bit they hadn't been particularly looking forward to.
"Here we go," said Antonia, resignedly.
"Here we go indeed," echoed Donna.
"Ooh, is this a wine tasting?" asked Audrey. The rest ignored her.
"Come on then," said Belle, "you were always the bossy one."
"Right," said Bess with determination, disregarding the slight, "this is what we're going to do. There are actually two themes to this barcrawl, filmstars and also food. At every bar we get to we will find drinks waiting for us. We drink the drinks."
"Hooray!" went the general cheer.
"In one of the drinks," continued Bess, "there is a token. The one who gets the token is the loser." She made the sign of an 'L' on her forehead with one finger and thumb.
"I'm guessing that we don't want to be the loser," said Belle wryly.
"Indeed you don't," said her sister, "because after that we spin the wheel and see what food is selected. Then we use the ingredients in the carrier bags to turn the loser into that food." There was a deep, loud laugh from Belle. Faye had a great big grin on her face, she was well up for this. Donna and Antonia exchanges glances, very worried glances, but they stood firm and were willing to go along with Bess. Audrey was away with the fairies as usual. After Belle's laugh died away there was an awkward silence for a moment or two. It was broken by Faye.
"Well what are we waiting for?" she cried, "let's drink up!" The six women needed no further encouragement, and ran forwards to the bar, grabbed a glass each and proceeded to quaff. Everyone was a bit nervous, so the wine disappeared rather quickly, in fact every single glass was drained inside five minutes. Everyone wanted to have a good time, some were more determined to than the rest, and two in particular needed some Dutch courage badly.
As soon as the last drop had vanished all six of them looked around at each other. There was a moment of comic uncertainty. Belle was on the verge of making a sarcastic comment. Then Audrey stuck her tongue out impishly, and on the end was a small putty coloured plastic token, a bright red 'L' stamped upon it. There was spontaneous applause from the other five at this revelation. Donna and Audrey, despite their willingness to come on the hen night were definitely relieved that it wasn't them first, Belle was just amused by the whole situation, and both Faye and Bess herself seemed almost disappointed. Audrey gave a little grin and a giggle as she removed the token from her tongue and looked expectantly for what was going to happen next.
"Let's spin the wheel!" said Faye eagerly, and Bess was more than willing to oblige. She spun the flimsy piece of card. Round and round it went.
"I just haven't been out for a proper drink for so long, it's not fair, I mean look at me, I'm tiny, I can't possibly keep up with the rest of you..."
Despite her protestations, Laura was still going in. She had miserably failed in the downing competition, coming rank last, about half a minute behind all the others. Se was more upset about losing the competition than the consequences, she had expected to do much better, hence her bitter complaints about the unfairness of the game that would have done a premiership manager proud. The other five were becoming tired of her moaning, they bodily picked her up, high up, Laura screamed in outrage, the petite blonde nurse, and kicked her boots in the air, but to no avail. Laura was unceremoniously dumped into the bath, causing a big, horribly damp squelch as she sank into the slime.
"It's running in my knickers!" she shrieked. The back of her blue and white striped uniform was rapidly becoming saturated and turning green, it ran into her underwear and soaked into her tights and began to fill up her short boots. The level of the slime was low, so she wasn't totally gunged, but her legs were still messy, as was her bum.
After the initial shock of being dumped into the gunge Laura began to relax a little. She examined her feelings. She was not a complete stranger to gunge, and the slime was cool, not at all unpleasant really, and looking on the bright side, she wasn't going to have to go in when the bath was really full. In fact, this was really a welcome return to the slime, she lifted one leg in the air and watched the green trickle run out of her black leather calf high boot. She giggled, then splashed the boot back into the gunk, the others laughed along with her.
"Come on then!" cried Laura, "let's go!" Daisy, Kirsty and Katie were very eager to hurry the night along, but Alice and Fran were dragging their feet somewhat, they knew it could be them next. Laura knew that the worst had now happened and settled deeper into her slimy seat, the gunge soaking further into her short uniform as she was wheeled away. It was looking like it was going to be a good party.
Five pairs of eyes were staring at the now still spinner. There was some confusion.
"You were always a crap drawer," said Belle.
"What is it?" asked a puzzled Donna.
"It doesn't look very appetizing," said Antonia.
"It looks very gloopy," said Faye, breathily.
I think," said Audrey, "that it looks a little bit like fon- ulp!" She was cut off by a huge amount of cheese sauce falling over her head. Bess had been busy with the carrier bags while the others were distracted and had crept up behind Audrey and started to pour the fondue over her head. The other four gasped as this first bit of mess for the night impacted, the thick, gloopy cheese sauce rolling over Audrey's tousled brown hair s she stood stiffly to attention. The gunk rolled over her pretty face and down her dress, both the front and the back and both outside and inside against her flawless skin. The cold, thick cheese spattered on to the floor, it was lucky that both Bess and Daisy had planned their routes that night carefully to include only venues without carpeted floors.
There was loads of the stuff, it just kept on coming. Audrey's slinky black dress was covered, both the top and the skirt, torrents of the stuff staining it bright yellow. Finally the gunging was over. Audrey continued to stand stiffly for a couple of seconds, then slicked back her hair with her gloved hands, messing up them as well, revealing a broad smile on her face. She was obviously enjoying the interesting new feelings.
"Wooo!" cried Faye, blown away by the sight she'd just witnessed.
"Nice one," said Belle, obviously appreciative and showing a keen interest that she hadn't revealed so far. Donna and Antonia were awed, standing there gobsmacked. What on earth would it be like when it was their turn? Bess, stepping out from behind the gunged girl and took a bow. Audrey followed suit, the cheese sauce oozing even more over her dress. There was a moment's silence.
"Come on then!" yelled Faye, "let's get going!" The rest cheered in agreement and the girls strode out of the pub in good spirits, lead by the green catsuited redhead, followed closely by the bikini wearing blonde, with the slime covered Audrey wandering along at the back, examining the feelings of her gunk coated little black dress sliding over her slim body.

There you go Captain Sensible, your wish is my command.

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It wasn't too far to the next bar, which was a good thing as the sun was setting rapidly and the temperature was falling rapidly. Bess didn't care though, in fact she strode along in her bikini like it was a bright summer's day. The encroaching darkness was bringing out more and more revellers, and the party seemed to be really getting going.
Bess proudly led her menagerie in to the bar, striding along proudly in only her two tiny strips of material. Heads turned, as well they might, to stare at the amazing sight of six very sexy women in a variety of slinky costumes, one of which was covered in sticky fondue. They strode over to where there were six glasses of wine were standing waiting for them on the bar, Faye and Bess leading the way with Belle close behind them, she was much more interested now. The other three were dragging behind a little bit, Donna and Antonia were still rather reluctant and Audrey was caught up in the feelings of her gunging, she was as if in a dream.
Bess seized the wine and decadently knocked it back in one, and following her lead so did Faye and her sister, but none of them had the dreaded token. Audrey sipped her drink more slowly, she had her own separate glass to make sure that she didn't end up with a second token. Donna and Antonia sipped theirs a bit more slowly, they were well aware that it had to be one of them to get the next gunging. They looked into each others' eyes, they were firm friends and didn't want to see the other get the mess, but on the other hand neither wanted to feel the slime themselves either. The others were also looking on tensely, the wine in both glasses slipped down gradually, it took ages for the alcohol to be consumed. Suddenly Antonia choked and spluttered. She coughed and out of her mouth, into her hand, fell the dreaded token. It was going to be her. The blonde stared in disbelief at the small plastic item she was holding. It couldn't be. But it was. She was the next one to be gunged.
Donna looked at her sympathetically, a friend in need. Antonia knew that this would come, but it had not seemed real up until this point. And so soon! She was only the second person to loose the game. What was she going to be turned in to? None of the pictures on the spinner that Faye had already set in motion seemed particularly enticing, even the ones she couldn't identify. Especially the ones she couldn't identify. The cardboard device came slowly to rest. Antonia looked at it dumbly. She was about to become an Ice-cream Sundae.
Donna squeezed her arm, showing support for her friend, but nevertheless distinctly glad that it wasn't her who had lost. Antonia had her heart in her mouth as the items for her imminent destruction were taken out of the bags and set up on the bar. What on earth had she got herself into? The stuff just kept on coming. At last it was all there in front of her. It was time.
"Do you want me to do it?" asked Bess, dying to see her get sploshed but still being sympathetic, "or will you do it yourself?" Antonia wasn't nearly ready to hand herself over to the clutches of anyone else, so in a voice ridden with tension she said:
"I'll mess myself up."
Where to start? Gingerly she picked up a bottle of raspberry sauce. She looked down at her outfit, her lovely costume that she had picked out because it looked so pretty and so sexy on her. The ever so tight blue top, the short, flowing red skirt, her tall red leather boots that she loved stomping around in and her cute, flippy cape. All of them were going to be messed, none of them would escape. She couldn't do it, she couldn't mess her nice outfit up. Then she looked at Audrey, in her little black dress covered in yellow sauce. She actually looked quite good covered in gunk. Then she looked across at Faye and Belle, they were gagging for her to get the slime, in fact they wanted desperately to get messed up too. Bess was looking on expectantly, she was one of her best friends and it was her night, she couldn't let her down.
Donna stood close to her, always there for her, and she raised the bottle over her head. She shut her eyes and squeezed. Antonia flinched as the sauce first touched her long blonde hair, but bravely kept on squeezing. The red slime ran over her hair, coating it thoroughly, it ran in rivers all over Antonia's locks, dripping off and spotting onto her cape. Her head was now all red. Antonia was very interested with the new feelings she was experiencing, but she was not that messy yet, and she was now excited - no, not excited, more like intrigued - but the subject of gunge. She reached forward without hesitation for a can of squirty whipped cream.
She sprayed it onto her top, squirting it around with abandon. The 'S' logo was rapidly obliterated and the tight blue top was swiftly saturated. Antonia felt the cold clamminess touch her, and touch her prominent breasts. It was not too unpleasant at all, she was beginning to see what Bess saw in all this. She pulled the top out and squirted some cream inside. It was great against her bare, unprotected skin, and against her free breasts, for she had opted not to wear a bra that night. Yes, this was indeed a most pleasurable experience. All the cream was gone, what a shame. Antonia kept her eyes shut and massaged the mess into her top.
All of a sudden she was jerked out of her daydream by a massive, cold shock. Antonia screamed and her eyes flew open. Bess had just thrown an entire tub of melted ice cream right at her! The impact was right in the middle of her chest, and her whole top half was splashed with the freezing mess. Bess followed up the attack by gleefully flinging another tub right at her skirt. The sexy short skirt was covered, the icy semi liquid touched her extremely intimately, Antonia involuntarily screamed again, the cold was unbelievable. Some of the ice cream had splashed against one of her long, bronzed bare legs and crept down into her boot, there were goosepimples on her perfect skin.
After she got over the outrage and the shock Antonia began to enjoy herself again, it was an exhilarating, invigorating experience, and the feelings of the slimy half melted gunge sliding across her skin and seeping into her clothes was lovely. Her pretty face changed from it's mask of horror and broke out into a broad smile.
"I'll get you," she said to Bess, in a playful manor, and the girl in the bikini took it in the right spirit, pulling a face of mock fear. Antonia meanwhile picked up the third and final tub, and thought about how best to use it on her person. She settled on pouring the slop over her other leg, the one that had so far remained unscathed. She deliberately poured it slowly, relishing the feelings of the freezing ice cream sliding over her perfect skin, even more goosepimples being raised. She made sure to pour the stuff into her boots, it was such an amazing feeling and it meant that she'd have the cold mess trapped tight against her feet for the rest of her night.
By the time Antonia had finished her teeth were chattering rapidly behind her smile, and she giggled cutely as Bess finished off her transition to being a sundae by placing a cherry right on the top of her head, sqidging into the sticky raspberry sauce coating her hair.
"You look sweet," quipped Belle. Antonia merely stuck her tongue out at the brunette.
"Are you ok?" asked Donna, genuine concern in her voice. Antonia sought to reassure her friend.
"Don't worry," she said, "I'm alright, a bit cold that's all. Being messy is fun!"
Another convert had been found to mess, and it was time to move on the next bar.
Daisy's party was making much slower progress seen as their two wheeled contraptions were much harder to push and manoeuvre than was anticipated. Laura was not having too great a time of it, she had had to put up with all sorts of bumping and jolting, her teeth had been rattled around like nobody's business. She was very glad to be given the chance to get out of the bath. The almost translucent slime dripped off her lower half, her fishnets were very slimy and shiny and her elegant calf length boots were squelching noisily as she walked over the fire engine and selected what to inflict on the next girl to suffer the same fate as her. She decided after not too much deliberation on two catering sized tins of baked beans. She took great relish in tipping the sloppy mess into the bath, smiling evilly as the beans mixed disgustingly with the gunge. She knew that she was safe and was looking forward to the rest of the night's events greatly.
On cue Alice and Fran returned from the bar clutching several pints of Stella. Laura was most happy to have lost the previous competition, she didn't fancy swigging large amounts of wifebeater, and a little mess was a small price to pay. After several moans about the choice of beverage and defensive noises from Alice and Fran the five clean girls eventually were each clutching a pint of amber liquid. They eyed each other warily as Laura counted down for them. Then quickly they raised their glasses to their lips and commenced downing.
The contest was over almost as soon as it had begun. Katie choked after her first swallow, unable to take any more. Fran laughed, causing her to spray liquid all over the place, which of course caused all the others to begin laughing too, all except Alice who grimly supped up her entire pint out of principle. Katie was by no means disappointed, her only regret was that the bath was not yet half full.
"I've always hated lager," she said without ire, and quickly positioned herself by the side of the bath and prepared to immerse herself. Her spiky black high heels were first to go in, plunging deep into the mire and being flooded immediately. There was a sharp intake of breath from the petite Katie. Hurriedly she sat down, her short legs being covered instantly and the brief skirt of the uniform was engulfed as well. She squeaked as the mixture of beans and gunge touched her intimately, she was certainly enjoying this. She slumped down into the bath, causing the gunk to rise up over her entire body, her vinyl uniform surrendering to the mess. Katie rolled over onto her front to thoroughly coat herself in the disgusting mess. Her vinyl clad bottom waved in the air, so vulnerable, so delectable as beans dripped off it. After writhing about for around thirty seconds she rolled over again and sat back down properly, the slime pouring down the front of her sexy costume. Katie fished out her hat, made sure it was full to the brim, and plonked it back on to her head, her mop of sandy hair coated thoroughly right down to the tip of her ponytail.
The others, even Daisy and Kirsty, were taken aback by her enthusiasm and how completely and absolutely she submitted to the slime, how she was consumed by it mentally as well as physically. The small figure was utterly trashed and she was loving it. Katie had a great big grin on her face, despite her slightly mousey appearance she had no inhibitions whatsoever.
"What are we waiting for?" she said in response to the astonished faces looking at her, "let's get going!"

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Katie very much enjoyed the trip to the next bar, in fact she bounced up and down like a little school kid, splishing and splashing around in the disgusting muck. There was a sense of urgency brewing amongst the others, they could tell that this hen night was really getting serious, and at least two of the girls wished to hasten their own trip into the mire. It was but a few streets to the next pub and Katie was disappointed to have to get out of the 'ambulance'. She took her time extricating herself, enjoying looking down at herself, seeing the baked beans slide over her vinyl uniform. She plunged a hand back in and fished out one of her stilettos, replacing it without any effort to remove the gunk that it contained, her bare foot squidging deliciously into the shoe.
Katie sashayed over to the fire engine and selected a bucket of thick, but still smooth, cream. She dumped it into the bath carelessly, recklessly, the torrent of the pale foodstuff forming a distinct layer on top of the baked beans and green slime mixture, adding to the disgustingness of the bath. Some punters in the pub looked rather interested, both male and female, in the more extreme costumes that the girls were attired in, and Kirsty produced some business cards from out of nowhere and began handing them out, Daisy's hen night was becoming a regular circus.
Antonia was also disappointed when her journey to the next pub on the filmstars' barcrawl ended. She was feeling very liberated, here she was striding down the street boldly in fancy dress covered in muck. It was absolutely outrageous, she couldn't believe that she was doing it. The cold was so exhilarating, she felt so alive. Donna was beginning to feel a little isolated. Was she the only one not having fun? Antonia reached out to hold her hand, but the ice cream on her own hand rather spoilt the gesture.
The pub was a little more full, the evening was getting on, but it was a cavernous boozer so the gang were still in relative solitude. There were some Long Island Ice Tea's waiting for them on an out of the way table, and a gawking young barman was looking on, amazed by what the six beautiful women were up to. The drinks were duly seized upon and drunk extremely quickly. It was almost as if this was the party doing the downing competition. Belle, originally so disinterested, so cool, now clicked the heels of her thigh high boots together in frustration when her glass proved to contain nothing but liquid. Faye and Bess didn't come up with anything either. Audrey and Antonia were of course given unadulterated beverages anyway since they were already messy.
It was inevitable, really. Donna could feel that she was going to be unlucky as soon as she picked up the glass. She sipped her drink, and watched with increasing worry as one after another of her companions quenched their thirsts safely. She didn't even need to feel the hard plastic of the token against her tongue. She was petrified as her situation sank in, she just couldn't handle it. But then she gazed into the eyes of her friend Antonia and was greatly reassured. If she could get through the experience of being gunged and come out ok, more than ok, ecstatic, then so could she. She spun the wheel herself, it was something that she had to do. When at last the flimsy piece of card came to rest she was puzzled. The picture was cryptic to say the least.
"What is it?" Donna asked hesitantly, not sure if she really wanted to know the answer. Bess smiled at her, and Donna was definitely sure that she didn't like the smile.
"Did you ever read Goldilocks?" the blonde said in a wicked tone.
"It's not fair!" cried Alice meanwhile elsewhere in Sploshington. She had a face like thunder. "I was distracted! There's no way you can let that stand!" It was a truly theatrical rant, the tall girl making great gestures with her arms, truly beautiful in her elegant costume even when angry. She had been in the process of seeing away a cocktail when out of the corner of her eye she had spied an old friend from a play production she had done a while ago, this unexpected sight causing her to pause fatally, and was left far behind by her companions. She was especially annoyed as Roger, the friend, was pretty cute. Her friends were not exactly sympathetic however, and Alice realised that she would have to bow to the inevitable, so she might as well make the best of the situation.
"Hey, why don't you stick around and enjoy the show, " she said to Roger, determined that of she was going to go in the bath she was going to do it with style. She perched herself on the side of the bath with her feet primly together. Her endless legs stretched down in front of her, her cute, stylish nurse dress arranged perfectly. Alice slid down, her petticoats billowing, her cherry red shoes preceding her in her suicidal slide.
Donnas cherry shoes, part of her cute Dorothy costume, were shifting nervously on the floor. They were beside a couple of large buckets full to the brim with thick, sloppy porridge, for that was what she was about to have thrown all over her. Donna was dazed, she couldn't believe what was happening. Bess realised that this was a delicate situation that needed to be handled properly.
"Shall I do it?" she said in a gentle voice, looking at her old university chum with concern. Donna hesitated. She looked over to her closest friend with imploring eyes.
"Will you do it?" she said to Antonia. Antonia understood completely. She picked up a bucket and lifted it tenderly up to shoulder level. She was about to initiate Donna.
Alice caused an almighty splash, her outfit was totally engulfed. Her shoes went under, then her long, slim, bare legs were gunged, her petticoated skirt splashed through the white cream surface. The slop washed up over her top, the cute red heart was turned a mixture of white, orange and green. She didn't immerse herself in the same way as Katie had, but was definitely more messed up than Laura.
"Eww! This is horrible!" Alice cried. Laura just pointed and laughed at her, she knew for certain now that she had got the best deal losing first. The tall raven headed girl was not really that bothered though, this wasn't her first gunging and the mess was at least warm and she knew that others would get it worse. She was also the centre of attention, something that she always relished. In fact she would rather have liked to have stuck around and flirted a bit with her audience, which was growing, but the barcrawl was moving on relentlessly.
"Call a girl sometime!" she cried to Roger as she was pushed out of the door in her 'ambulance', her long black hair streaming behind her.
Donna's dark hair was in trouble. Antonia smacked a handful of sloppy porridge right on to it, wiping her hand on her lovely locks. Donna just about managed to suppress the overwhelming urge to squeal as the horrible mess besmirched her, her fists were clenched and her nails were digging into the flesh of her palms. Another big handful was added and Antonia massaged it into her scalp, ensuring that her entire head got a thorough covering.
Antonia paused at this point and waited for some sort of signal from her friend. Donna gave the smallest of nods, an indication that it was ok to get more serious with the mess. Another couple of handfuls were smeared over the top half of her dress, the pretty 'Dorothy' one, spoiling it, destroying its loveliness. The thick grey mess was smeared around by Antonia, making sure that the porridge soaked in good and proper. A cheer went up. Donna looked around and was shocked to see that she was surrounded by a sizeable audience, mostly men but some women too. She instinctively wanted to shrink away and hide herself in some dark corner, she was normally quite shy. Antonia saw the expression on her friend's face.
"It's too late now!" she cried gleefully, and, deciding that kill or cure was the right approach, flung the rest of the bucket at her, the muck splashing on to her top and skirt, the blue and white check of her pretty dress was now uniformly grey. Bess saw that this was probably the right moment to get involved, and plonked the other bucket right over her head. There was a muffled scream from Donna as her entire costume was covered, the lumpy porridge was trickling down over her tanned legs and on to her cherry red shoes.
Donna managed to get control of herself and removed the bucket from her head. The rest of the girls held their breath, wondering what the result would be. Would she be alright? They needn’t have worried, Donna was fine, in fact she was laughing her head off at the state she was now in. This was a relief, everyone was going to have fun at this hen night now. Belle and Faye celebrated by gathering a bottle of maple syrup each and squirting them right at Donna, who fell about as the golden brown stickiness landed on her, mingling with the cloying oats that gripped her dress, half laughing, half squealing. It was clear that now the worst had happened and she had been gunged, Donna, just like all the others, was having a good time.

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Despite the enthusiasm of her entire party being now guaranteed Bess was decidedly unhappy upon reaching the next bar. It was a relatively small pub, and as a result of this and the fact that it was now mid-evening it was absolutely packed to the rafters. Bess had made sure that a private booth had been reserved for them, but it was difficult to get to, far too difficult than it should have been for a beautiful blonde in a bikini. Her anger came to the boil when she saw what had been set out for them.
"Rose?" she said in disbelieving ire, "I asked for red! I specifically remember telling them it had to be red! We'll be able to see the token!" She looked about the small table. "And where is the token exactly?" Bess cast her eyes round again. There to her left stood her sister, tucking into a glass of pinkish wine with a plastic disk clearly visible in the bottom. Belle had the look of a cat caught with the cream, she had obviously picked it up deliberately. Faye was looking on, her eyes wide and her face as green as her catsuit, she obviously wished that she'd been quicker off the mark. Bess fixed her sister with a hard stare.
"What?" Belle said innocently. Bess decided not to argue, and merely contented herself by remarking:
"Humph, you were always such a copycat," referring to the brunette's sudden interest in getting messy. Belle just ignored her and declaimed:
"Spin the wheel, Faye!" The woman dressed as Poison Ivy jumped into action, delighted to be involved in the mess. She gave the cardboard spinner a hard yank, it whirled round for ages before eventually coming to rest.
"Ha!" cried Bess triumphantly as soon as the pictogram was selected, "mash and gravy! I made it out of vegetable stock since a couple of people here are veggie, but it's still cold and lumpy and disgusting!" In truth Belle was not too upset by what chance had allocated her, she figured that she wanted to get messy, and in for a penny, in for a pound. She took hold of a couple of jugs of brown, horrible looking liquid from her sister and rested them on the table for the time being. She did the same with a big bowl of mashed potato.
Belle was about to take possession of a second bowl when a big lump of mash, thrown by her sister, landed right in her ample cleavage. Slowly, agonisingly it ran down inside her scarlet tunic. The brunette shivered convulsively and wiggled her sexy body about in an incredible way as the mess slid over her skin, it was a magnificent sight. There was plenty of room around the girls now, the pub's clientele wanted to stand back and get a good view of what was going on.
Bess grabbed a second handful and flung it in exactly the same place as the first. Belle gave out a soft moan and rubbed the mess about her body. She took the bowl from her sister and poured it straight over her own head. The soft, mucky mashed potato flopped wetly on to her and she rubbed it into her lovely brown hair, causing some of it to drop down onto her body. She turned her attention to her firm, ripe breasts, kneading them, massaging the gunk both on the outside and the inside of her sort tunic. Belle grabbed the second bowl of sloppy mashed potato, and drizzled it carefully, enticingly, all around her body, down her back, down her front, inside and outside, everywhere.
No sooner had she finished this than she seized a jug of gravy. She hesitated for a moment, then a big grin came over her face and she looked at the one piece of her outfit to remain unscathed. Slowly, teasing herself she moved the jug towards her left thigh high boot. She tipped it, gradually, inchingly. A thin stream of horrible brown muck began to pour right inside the tall leather boot. Another delectable moan escaped her lips involuntarily. The cold, lumpy gravy flowed into her footwear rapidly, it spilled out of the top, her boot was full. Clearly this was a very pleasurable feeling for Belle, she immediately grabbed the second jug and repeated her actions with her other boot. It was amazing, she thought as the horrible mess squidged around her bare feet inside their tall, beautiful leather prisons.
Belle's boots were brown and her body was a mass of white. She resumed massaging the muck into herself as her sister helped her out by pouring a final jug of disgusting brown gravy over her head. The crowd, the size of which had been growing steadily, were very appreciative, they loved this rather erotic show put on by the siblings. After the jug was exhausted both of them recognised that the show had come to an end. They relaxed somewhat, and Belle took a bow, some of the slop falling out of her thigh high boots. She was certainly from the same mould as her sister, who was looking on enviously in her squeaky clean white bikini.
Alice, just like Bess had been, was very angry upon arriving at her party's next port of call. However in her case it was nothing to do with the venue, but rather the journey, she had been heckled by a number of drunks and had also been jolted about something rotten when the route unfortunately temporarily went over some cobbles. This meant that she was up for some revenge at this bar, though she didn't really care upon whom she visited it.
The tall, raven haired beauty dragged herself out of the bath. She was covered from the breasts down, it was a most amusing sight. Her very top was still pristine, the cute white fabric of her uniform with barely a spot upon it, but the rest of her was horribly messed up, beans and goo all over her. She squidged over to the fire engine and looked for something really nasty. With an evil grin on her face she returned with a couple of catering sized tins of chopped tomatoes. There was a collective 'eww' from the rest of the girls, especially those who hadn't gone in yet, as the disgusting muck was unceremoniously dumped into the bath. The slop in there really was starting to look very nasty now.
The added incentive to avoid Alice's mess meant that the downing contest was extremely keenly fought, Alice and Laura egging on the participants as they quaffed their WKDs, the beverages disappearing with almost indecent haste. The loser was obviously going to be very unlucky, and in the end it was Fran finishing last by a whisker. Others might have contested the result, it being so close, but Fran was a good sport and took the loss well. She gave a mock look of resignation and prepared to administer her own fate.
She very gingerly stepped into the bath. She was protected for now by her tall rubber boots, the level in the bath was not yet quite high enough to engulf them. Looking down all the time and keeping her feet together she gradually tipped both her wellies forward. There was a horrible slurping noise and Fran's face was a picture. The mess was slowly, agonisingly slipping inside her protective boots.
"I can feel tomatoes squishing in my wellies!" the full figured girl cried. This was only the beginning though, and she knew it. She slowly lowered herself into the gunk, her waterproofs not offering any sort of protection but rather being swallowed by the eager embrace of the muck. The beans and gunge clung to her skin, the touch of the slimy tomatoes was excruciating and the dirty white cream was like a scum on the top of everything. It was up to her chest, then over her breasts. Fran moved very carefully, and had a grimace on her face as she sat in the bath of disgusting slop, everything that touched her skin was revolting.
It was about to get worse though. Alice was creeping up behind her with an evil glint in her eye. All of a sudden she thrust Fran's head under the surface. Her nylon clad arms thrashed wildly at this unwelcome surprise and she wiggled her legs in the air, multicoloured gunk slopping out of her wellies. After around twenty seconds Alice reckoned that she had sated her inner rage and let Fran go. The shorter girl surfaced with a stricken cry, her head was totally covered with mess, she was trenched from head to toe. She didn't mind too much though, in fact she giggled a little, she could appreciate a good prank even if it was at her expense. It helped that she was becoming accustomed to the mess, it wasn't too bad really, in fact it was kind of fun to be totally messed in such disgusting muck and to be sitting up to her chest in it.
She needed to get her own back, she couldn't let her friend's actions stand without a reply. Fran gathered a big blob of slime in both hands and flung it right at Alice's face. Bullseye, direct hit. Alice's pretty and hitherto unscathed face was utterly slimed with the miscellaneous mess. The dark haired girl was outraged, in shock, her mouth was hanging open. She strode forward with murder in her eyes, but Daisy stepped in and raised an arm to stop her. This was neither the time nor the place for fights, even if they were of the messy variety. Reluctantly Alice and Fran decided to bury the gungey hatchet, at least for now, and the party left in search of another boozer.

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Me again...


Fran rather enjoyed her journey in the messy bath, she smiled and waved to all the passers by who cheered her on, she even went as far as flicking beans in the vague direction of the general public. Nevertheless, she was quite glad when she could regain her freedom and get out. The various bits of slime slid off her waterproofs in huge rivers, it was a magnificent sight, the bouncy and bubbly girl in her sploshed protective gear shining in the artificial lights in the fifth pub on their trip. Her clothes were, however, extremely waterlogged and very heavy, hanging off her and dragging her down. I can't continue like this, Fran thought to herself, I'll have to do something if I'm not to collapse under the weight. Ahh, what the heck, it's not as if I'm going to stand out any more than I already do, besides, I'll still be upstaged by some of the other girls, what with their pvc outfits and all.
With these thoughts in mind she promptly undid the zip on her gunged waterproof jacket and began to strip off. In any other company she might have been questioned as to what she was doing, but with the people she was with all she received were a few words of encouragement and a couple of appreciative comments. With her outerwear stashed safely in the fire engine Fran was feeling liberated in just her underwear. She didn't exactly have sexy lingerie on, but her once plain white bra and briefs looked very good on her, especially since her entire body with all its lovely rounded curves was coated in shiny, slick gunge. She had kept her tall, black rubber boots on of course, and they were still half full of mess, the gunk squidging deliciously all around her pretty bare toes, chunks of tomato periodically being squashed under the soles of her feet.
The downing contest was, of course, now just a straight shootout between the two girls who still remained clean, Kirsty in her eyepopping, figure hugging FBI romper suit and thigh high boots, and of course the hostess Daisy, in her bright, white and shiny pvc nurse's uniform. As befitted the escalation of the intensity of the contest, the other four arranged for them to have a couple of dirty pints, they both started out as Carling, which was bad enough, but the addition of two or three shots made them really nasty. Daisy and Kirsty were facing off like the protagonists of a spaghetti western, it was looking like it was going to be a keenly fought contest. They started drinking.
In the other party of the night, not too far away, there were also only two remaining revellers who hadn't experienced the mess, and both of them were eager to rectify that situation. There was disappointingly little tension in their face-off, however, they both just found the two drinks marked for them on the bar and downed them just as quickly as possible. They were both just too eager to get on with the business end of proceedings.
Bess, the more experienced partygoer, finished her drink first and it ended in disappointment for her. There was nothing in her glass but dodgy Beaujolais. The effect that finding the small plastic chip had on Faye was remarkable. She leapt to her feet, literally jumping for joy, the bouncy bits of her body bouncing up and down in a most pleasing way.
"Yesssss!" she cried, the people watching (for both groups had an audience instantly when they walked into a joint by now) assumed that it was she who had won whatever competition was taking place, rather than having nominally lost it. It was decided that since there were only two options left on the spinner, and since fortuitously they happened to be diametrically opposed, that Faye should be turned into whatever food item she got closest to. The redhead's eyes were fixed on the flimsy wheel as it spun round and round, seemingly for ever, the secret of the thirtysomething teacher's fate concealed within.
Daisy and Kirsty were drinking rather slowly. This wasn't wholly due to the unappetizing contents of their glasses, but because what was to have been a downing contest had turned into a battle of wills between the two, neither of them wanting to be first to finish and 'win'. It was farcical, they were virtually sipping at their beverages. Eventually Daisy decided to relent, and swigged the foul dregs of the drink. After all, she was the hostess, and she should be gracious in the role and let her guest have her way. Besides, it was only down the road to the final bar anyway.
Kirsty smirked at Daisy, then suddenly realise that she was supposed to have lost, and pulled a sad face for the benefit of the watching audience. She wiggled her nice, round behind in the pvc hotpants and sashayed over to the fire engine. She realised that Fran had forgotten to add her item to the morass in the 'ambulance', and she had no hesitation in undertaking that task herself. Kirsty selected a gigantic bottle of cooking oil. She looked at it with glee, but didn't immediately add it to the bath. Instead she hefted it high into the air, above her head, looked straight upwards, and poured. The clear oil cascaded down over her, slicking her long black hair back, and sliding over her pvc bodysuit, causing it to shimmer and shine even more. It covered her whole body, running down inside her thigh high boots to her toes. There was a certain rearrangement of trousers amongst the male onlookers at the vision of this oiled up beauty.
Kirsty only used half of the oil directly on herself, and poured the rest ito the bath where it added an extra shimmer to the dark looking slop. She got in without hesitation, gently and elegantly, sliding down into the mess and right under in one smooth movement. She was completely engulfed in the brown muck, she could feel it in her boots, in her tight shorts, flooding into her tight bodysuit. Her hair was covered totally too, it's original black colour invisible beneath the brown coating.
Kirsty stayed under for a good while, taking advantage of being momentarily out of sight to get up to all sorts of naughty things, but she was all sweet and innocent when she surfaced, waving and blowing kisses to the crowd, pausing to wipe some of the gunk from her eyes. She didn't have long to enjoy her moment in the limelight though, Daisy was very eager to get moving on to the final bar where she would meet her own fate. Therefore it was only a couple of minutes before the girls were on their way, along with the excited crowd that had been following them for two or three pubs now.
There was quite a large following of the filmstars barcrawl too, especially given the voluptuous Faye Falls bouncing around excitedly in her ever so tight catsuit. She was as giddy as one of her kids.
"I guess you're sill a trifle excited," said Belle dryly, she was still cracking jokes even if she was covered in mashed potato and with boots full of gravy. Bess was setting out the ingredients, and indeed Faye was about to be turned into a trifle. Faye was so excited that she didn't even wait for Bess to finish, and immediately grabbed hold of the nearest item to her. It was a tub of jelly and instinctively poured it down inside her catsuit.
"Woo!" she cried as the long awaited mess touched her at last. A dark stain slid slowly down her green fabric suit, charting the progress of the jelly inside. She squidged it about a bit, pushing the mess around her body, but wanted more badly. She seized a carton of custard and tipped it quickly over her head. Her curly red hair disappeared under the silken waves of yellow, and the mess fell down the back of her green suit, and inside the neck of it and down her back too. When the carton was exhausted she just dropped it on the floor and rubbed the custard into her head, running her hands through her saturated locks. She waved her hair around, causing some spectators to have blobs of custard flicked at them, not that anyone minded, the sight of this normally prim and proper teacher going wild and getting messy in a catsuit was astounding.
A couple of cans of squirty cream were next, and she industriously sprayed her legs, obscuring all of the green stretchy fabric. She filled her green ankle boots as well, making sure that they were well filled. She squidged her feet around inside them and giggled. Finally she ended with another lot of jelly, placing it on a nearby seat and sitting down with force, squealing as the gunge touched her intimately, and covered her nice, round bottom. Miss Faye Falls was definitely getting into getting messy. A few blobs of jelly squirted out, and one of them flew and hit Bess. She licked it off the back of her hand seductively like a cat. It was definitely time to move on.

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i have to say, my hands are tired...possibly as tired as yours after typing all that, but maybe even more...as my hand gesturs were, shall we say, a little more rampant at points!


gooooood work qdaved!

xxxxx

[captain sensible]

Messy Audrey... Mmmm...

Thank you for all the wonderful mental images your stories provide!

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my hand gesturs were, shall we say, a little more rampant at points!
xxxxx

You mean you've been writing your own wam stories?



Sorry for the sarcasm, I'm just still jealous that you're going to see the great DL.

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The last bit of the barcrawl, sorry for the delay, I've moved since I lost posted.

Daisy's party was getting very close to their final destination. They were a curious sight as they hurried along the road. Katie and Kirsty were covered from head to foot, their sexy, shiny uniforms almost invisible under the layer of mess. Fran was also completely messy, though the slop was still splashing out of her wellies, it was not thick enough to disguise the fact that she was clad in only her underwear. Alice was messy from her chest down and Laura was messy from her waist down. Thier stained nurses' uniforms representing comparitive normality. Daisy, the girl in the lead and seemingly most intent on reaching the last pub as soon as possible, was still totally clean. There was not a speck of muck o her white, shiny pvc uniform, and she did not like it that way.
Bess was also in a hurry. She didn't notice the cold at all, clad as she was in nothing but her nice and clean bikini, and her large, barely restrained breasts wobbling magnificently. A variety of very gungey 'filmstars' hurried in her wake. The first of these was Faye, who was experiencing all sorts of exciting new feelings as she strode along in her gunk filled catsuit, the mes slurping all over the place deliciously. Then was Audrey, still daydreaming, but definately having become a lot more flushed since she recieved her covering of now congealing cheese sauce. Antoni and Donna were walking along hand in hand, seemingly more intent on gazing into each other's faces than loking where they were going. Their coverings of porridge and ice cream were seemingly stimulating their relationship into something beyond just beig good friends. Struggling in the back was Belle,who was extremely eager to see her sister finally getting gunged, was finding that it was no picnic walking in high heeled thigh length boots filled with gravy.
Given that only one of the emergency serviced girls was still clean there was no real need for a downing contest. However the girls still made Daisy swig a concoction down as a matter of principle. The blonde pvc nurse gazed at the dirty pint in frnt of her. It was a truly vile brew, shots of all descriptions added to an already extra strong cider. Then suddenly in one swift movemet she seized hold of the glass and chugged away with gusto, seeing the noxious substance away rapidly, in marked contrast to her performance in the previous bar. Daisy had polished it of within seconds, she didn't want anything to get in the way of her gunging. There was rampant applause as she slammed the pint glass upside down on the table, both for her extraordinary powers of alcohol consumption, but also because the audience realised that now it was finally time to see the beautiful blonde get messy.
There was some applause in the pub currently occupied by the filmstars barcrawl too. It was a very large establishment and there was quite a sizable crowd looking on, drawn from both those who had been following the girls for some time and punters who had been just a minute ago been enjoying a quiet drink. They had just observed Bess drinking up her own ceremonial last drink, just a standard glass of wine in contrast to the horrors that had been inflicted upon Daisy. She had drunk the wine quickly and expertly, removed the object that she found in her mouth and held aloft the small plastic token, complete with its mark of 'G' for gunging, in triumph. Her beautiful body, with its sexy minimum material covering, was not going to be safe for too much longer.
Daisy was rumagingabout in the fire engine. She wanted to add something to the bath that was very special. Where was it. she thought, as she thrust a host of empty containers aside. Ah ha! She dragged out three jam jars, the very large, catering sized jam jars, full of red sticky goo. The first plopped into the bath with a disgusting sluroing noise and caused a slight splash. The other two jars quickly followed suit, and gradully the viscous goo spread all over the surface of the bath, yet another layer of disgusting gunk for Daisy to endure. The blonde was not put off though by the horribleness of what she wasabout to have to do. To the contrary she was eyeing the bath with determination. It was almost full now, the summation of the barcrawl's work.
There was only one icon left on the now redundet cardboard spinner, and it was the most recognisable of them all. Bess was standing to one side, shifting to one white stilletoed foot to the other anxiously while her friends searched through the bags for the appropriate ingredients. There was a box of eggs, a bagof self-raising flour, milk, margerine and to finish off a jug fullof liquid icing. Bess was about to become a cake.
Daisy had paused for a moment, ignoring her entourage, and was standing still looking at the bath in front of her. It was full of the most disgusting mixture of red and brown gunge, thick, sticky and lumpy. She, however, was perfectly clean. Her pvc uniform was spotless, still as white and shiny as ever, sexy, pristine. She was a vision of loveliness ad she was about to voluntarily ruin it. In fact she had set up the entire evening just so that she could be gunged. Dasiy had been increasingly annoyed as the other girls in her party had gone in ot the bath before her, but now she was glad, because it meant that it was now as full as possible with as much horrible stuff in as possible.
Daisy snapped herself out of her reverie ans stirred herself into action. She swiftly plunged one boot into the mess. It was't quite engulfed, the shafts and heels were so tall, but the eyelets let in little rivulets of slime. She stepped fully into the bath,causing her other boot to begin the slow process of filling too. She could feel the bottoms of her fishnet stockings being gradually soaked. Daisy was almost knee deep and suddenly she couldn't stand it any more. She sat down rapidly, squeaking in ecstacy as her legs were engulfed, completing the destruction of her stockings, as the slop ran inside her knickers and as she dunked herself completely under the surface of the disgusting muck. The pvc of her short, sexy nurses' uniform was covered completely. Her long blonde hair slipped under the surface, topping off her utter messy anihilation.
The girl stayed under for a long time, long enough to make some of the observers slightly worried for her. Then suddely Daisy burst through the surface with a great, primevil whoop of pleasure. She was unrecognisable. Her long hair was mostly red, due to its covering of sticky jam, the rest of her body was a mixture of baked beans, slime, cream and tomatoes, all stirred together to make a brown slop, with the cooking oil giving everything a bright sheen. She was evidently very happy, and all the rest of the girls were happy for her, it was her hen night after all. The crowd cheered as well, very satisfied wth the unscheduled entertainment of seeing a sexy girl in a pvc nurses' uniform dunking herself in a bath of revolting gunge. It was the end of their barcrawl, but not the ed of the night. Daisy pointed dramatically towards the door.
"Let's go home!" she cried triumphantly.
Bess was in trouble. She was surrounded by girls wanting revenge, and they were appropriately armed. Eyeing the mischievous faces aroud her, messed up as a result of her setting up this night, Bess felt nervous despite herself. The statuesque blonde circled about. No, it was no use, she was trapped. Audrey, in her fondue coated little black dress was first to act. She slowly poured a big carton of milk over Bess' head. She closed her eyes in submission as it glugged over her, the fat running down over her tight, exposed body, the coldness provoking a delicious little shiver. Her long hair was slicked back and wet, her breast were shining, gleaming. Donna was next, visciously slamming a block of margerine onto Bess' head, making sure to rub it in well, turning her fine locks into a greasy, disgusting mess. Bess was loving her treatment.
Faye, her fellow teacher, had equipped herself with a box contining a dozen eggs, and she was determined to use them well. A pair were cracked inside Bess' small bikini top. The next one went right inside her bikini bottoms, producing a low moan that turned into a high pitched squeak as Faye gave a firm pat to her private areas, pushing the mess into exciting places. Anegg wet down her bare back, another squeak comig from Bess as the cold slime dribbled over a huge expanse of bare skin. The next egg went into her bikini bottoms round the back, but she didn't have long to savour the sensation as the next little slime bomb was immediately flung at the front of her now stained white briefs. Faye got Bess to lift each of her feet in turn, dumping an egg into each of her shoes in turn, Bess' eyes rolling back into her head as she pushed her bare feet back into her messy stilletoes. Two more eggs went over her breasts, then one was thrown right into Bess' face, causing a giggle which errupted into a full blown laugh as Faye planted the very last egg right down onto the top of her head.
Antonia was eager to get in on the act, and drizzled her jug of liquid icing over the blonde carefully, making sure that as little as possible fell on the floor. The incredibly sticky substace coated her bare torso and long legs. Bess enjoyed it a great deal.
"That was very sweet of you," she said to Antonia in a sugary voice, and blew her a playful little kiss. The spell was broke nby her sister though. She emptied her huge bag of flour right over her head. The stuff went everywhere and Bess screamed as it stuck to the mess coating her body, making her tormet even worse. The white powder stuck to her very well indeed, it was going to be murder to get clean now. Bess couldn't be too upset at Belle. Despite looking like a rather sexy ghost right now she had brought it on herself, after all she had packed the flour herself. Besides, she was laughing far too hard to be annoyed. She smiled to her assembled friends and gave an appreciative wave to the audience.
"Come on," she said affectionately, "let's go home!"

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That was indeed an epic. And very, very messy! Thank you...

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That was indeed an epic. And very, very messy! Thank you...

It's not over yet either!

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See, told you there was more.

There's going to be one more installment for this chapter, and for the novel as a whole.

Daisy was leading her intrepid band home, still sitting in the bath of assorted sloppy mess, urging her troops onwards, eager for them to reach their destination, determination on her face. However, just as soon as she got to the top of her road she raised up a hand, commanding a stop with all the authority of a Roman general. Daisy clambered from out of the bath, the disgusting red and brown gunge sliding off her plastic nurses' uniform in huge waves, and the muck squidging audibly in her boots. She had lost her cap somewhere along the way, and her long blonde hair was horribly matted, stuck to her back with its crusting of gunk, but she still had more than enough natural confidence and leadership to mould her motley crew in to a motivated army, intent on wreaking gungey havoc on their enemies, the girls of the other hen party.
"Right," Daisy declaimed after wiping some stray baked beans that had run down over her eyes, "it's time to put Plan A into action. Now not all of you aware of what this plan is, so I'll explain it for everyone. We are going to the basement of our house, where the two parties were always supposed to meet up, and where there happens to be a lot of messy ammunition. There also happens to be my darling Bess' lot there too, and I'm willing to bet that they're all far too clean." This wasn't too far from the truth, while all six of the women were messed up, there was none of them quite in the state that Daisy or Kirsty or Fran were in. "What I propose is this: We will first disable the lights of the house. Then we will burst in, taking them unawares and blinded, and totally mess them up!" She completed the speech by smacking one fist into an open palm, a gesture that would have been forceful were in not the fact that both hands were totally covered in slime, and the result was a damp squelch.
"Hang on," said Fran, "if the lights are out, then how will we be able to see? We'll be just as blind as them."
"No we wont!" said Alice, as she produced a box from the fire engine trolley with a flourish, "because I've got hold of these beauties for us! They're night vision goggles."
"Night vision goggles?" said Laura incredulously.
"Yup," replied Alice with a trace of smugness, "not quite military quality or anything like that, but good enough for our purposes. We used them backstage for a play I did once were because of the design we couldn't have any lights on. They were gathering dust, so I, er, 'borrowed' them for tonight."
"Wow," said Laura, impressed.
"Come on then," cried Daisy, "let's get going. The first thing to do is get to the fuse box at the side of our house."
It was a most bizarre sight. Down this sleepy suburban street there crept along a decidedly odd bunch. There were six women, all young and beautiful, edging along as if they were in Apocalypse Now. Some of them were unrecognisable under layers of slop, squelching along, and some were obviously still clad in the stained remains of various sexy costumes. There was a certain level of net curtain twitching, but not that much, as the residents of the street had worked out a while ago that they had a couple of eccentric neighbours.

Bess was initially surprised that her party was the first to arrive back at the house. She had expected that her more complicated method of gungings would have put them in second place, and that they would have been greeted by a barrage of pies and gunge. Instead, the bikini clad blonde led her messy friends round the carefully protected route through the house, everything covered with plastic sheeting, and down to a deserted basement. On reflection, Bess supposed that Daisy's lot were going a bit further afield with their pub crawl, and the big bath would be hard to push, and difficult to maneuver, especially if it was full of gunge and contained a pretty girl, and after all, it wasn't a race.
While Bess was meditating on this the rest of the gang were examining their surroundings, with many 'oohs' and 'ahhs'. There were tables there groaning with food, but not really the sort of stuff that was meant to be eaten. Huge bowls of porridge would look strange next to blamanges and jugs of custard anywhere else, but not here. The old dunktank was there, all fully primed and looking very ominous, but that still wasn't the object that dominated the room. That was Kirsty's swimming pool, the very same one that had been used in the original fete, and it was once again filled with thick, gloopy, multicoloured slime. The pool looked even bigger indoors, and it's bulk took up fully a quarter of the room.
Upon seeing this garden of messy delights, both Faye and Belle were prepared to get very busy right away. Bess, however, held them back from leaping into messy activities straight away. She knew that the night was yet young, and the girls would have to pace themselves, even with the impressive gungey stockpiles present in the basement. They had only just got there, and Daisy's party was still not in evidence, so it really wasn't time for mess yet.
"Easy tigers," Bess said, "there'll be plenty of time for mess later. Let's have a bit of a drink first." Belle and Faye heeded their hostess' advice and refrained from sploshing each other silly, at least for now. Instead Bess put on some music, on a CD player thoroughly protected with plastic, and the girls flocked to the table that was groaning with alcohol, rather than mess, and began drinking with abandon.

"It feels strange to be creeping around my own house," whispered Daisy, as her motley band stalked closer and closer to its target.
"Is this really such a good idea?" asked Laura.
"It seemed a good idea at the time we came up with it," said Alice, her voice betraying some uncertainty.
"Why don't we just burst in and attack them anyway, without all this cat-and-mouse shit," said Kirsty.
"Because then we'd get just as messed up as them," replied Fran.
"So?" Kirsty shot back. Katie stifled a giggle.
"Come on," said Daisy, rallying her flagging troops, "we're nearly there, we just have to cross this flower bed then the fuse box is right in front of us." The intrepid six moved slowly forward in a line, three nurses, one fire fighter (missing every item of her costume but her slop filled wellies), an FBI agent and a cop.
"That's weird," said Daisy after they had crawled forward a couple of feet, "the flowers are all miss-" She didn't get the chance to finish her sentence. Suddenly she felt the ground literally fall from beneath her and all around her she could hear the screams of her friends.
"What was that?" asked Donna, down in the basement.
"What was what?" said Antonia.
"I heard a faint sound," continued Donna, "it was kind of like a scream." Bess was beaming and her eyes sparkled.
"Well judging by the look on your face," said Belle, addressing her sister, "I'd say that a little plan has come to fruition."
"You're not wrong," said Bess, struggling to contain her glee, "I think that the others have just arrived. They had a scheme going, but I overheard it and thanks to a bit of impromptu landscape gardening yesterday it has been foiled. Daisy's so easy to fool." Smugly Bess turned back to the drinks table, awarding herself a congratulatory top up for being so clever.
Daisy was wallowing in an extremely cold, extremely slimy mudbath, she had fallen into the trap, just as the other five had. It was a deep pit, and the mud was just the right consistency, sloppy, thick, very sticky and not at all a pleasant thing to be unexpectedly and unceremoniously dumped into. Everyone was utterly drenched and they clambered out of the pit slowly and awkwardly. Kirsty's long boots were full to their brims with mud. Alice's uniform, previously recognisable and partially white was now a disgusting shade of brown, her bouncy petticoats now sodden and stuck to her long legs with mud. Fran had lost one of her wellies, and had had to jump back in in order to look for it. The ooze held her underwear clad body in a horribly clammy embrace as as searched blindly with her hands. At last she located the rubber boot and put it back on her bare foot, not even bothering to empty it, it wasn't as if she could get any messier after all. Katie's hat was gone too, but she had decided to give it up for lost.
Daisy scrapped some of the worst of the mud off the front of her pvc uniform. She was not too upset really. She accepted that she'd been got the better of, and now that she had gotten over the shock she had to appreciate the construction of a good mudbath. She was sure that she and Bess would have a bit of fun together in it at a later date. Besides all that she was much consoled by the fact that she still had something up her sleeve. Daisy nodded at Kirsty.
"Time for plan B," she said.

The filmstars in the basement were chatting away merrily, the copious amounts of alcohol helping to lubricate the conversation nicely. Bess was having the time of her life, she was encrusted in mess, with only a bikini on underneath, she had a drink in her hand and a bunch of friends around her. She was at that moment holding forth on how good the trick that she had just played was.
"Oh it was a work of art," she crowed, "I put it in just the right place, right where they would have to go through, Daisy's so dumb." All of a sudden there was a loud, strange noise from the pipes on the wall. Everyone paused, stopped talking and looked up at them.
"Huh?" Bess said in a puzzled tone, "what's that?" One instant later the sprinkler heads on the ceiling switched on. But instead of water, it was slime that began pouring out, gushing over everything. It landed right on everyone, there was tons of it, it was thick and multicoloured. There were screams from Antonia and Donna, they immediately dived for the nearest table and cowered under it together. Bess tried to dodge the streams but there was just too much coming down, she got pretty well covered. Audrey, her reactions not exactly lightning fast at the best of times, was too bewildered by this sudden development to do anything, she just stood there as the gunge oozed over the few remaining clean areas of her little black dress. Belle just resigned herself to getting totally gunged, she realised that she wasn't nearly mobile enough to dodge in her thigh high boots, especially given that they were filled. Besides, this was quite a nice feeling really, the gunge was warm enough. Faye loved it, she stood right under one of the sprinklers and let the gunge rain down on her, letting the slime drench her lovely red hair and her sexy catsuit.
"So what exactly is plan B?" asked Fran a little impatiently, as being clad only in her underwear and a layer of mud she was starting to feel very cold. She had just watched the inexplicable sight of Kirsty digging around in the fire engine until she found her phone, sending a brief text, then returning to the group to exchange conspiratorial smiles with Daisy.
"I got Geoff to do a little DIY on the sprinkler system in the basement," said Kirsty, "he's so good with his hands."
"The message that she just sent told him to turn the sprinkler system on," said Daisy.
"They just got a severe gunging," finished Kirsty.
"So they're all slimy too now?" asked Laura.
"Yes," Daisy replied.
"Are they going to be mad then?" said Alice
"I should think so," said Daisy.
"And they'll be wanting revenge?" said Katie.
"Yup," said Daisy. The girls looked at one another. They were all smiling now. And they couldn't get any more messy than they already were.
"Let's go!" they all chorused.

At last the gunge stopped. The girls in the basement variously emerged from their hiding places, scraped off the worst of the mess, of scowled at the loss of their enjoyable gungey shower. There was precious little time to recover though, as suddenly the door burst open and they were treated to the sight of six muddy brown girls burst in. Immediately they seized whatever ammunition was closest to hand and opened fire. Daisy had motivated her friends well, they attacked with verve and vigour. The filmstars lost the fight badly.
Belle was smacked in the face with a huge creamy pie. Two more went into her large breasts. Faye barely resisted as several buckets of custard were dumped over her head, a yellow tidal wave spreading over her voluptuous body. Audrey was useless as her once black dress was ripped from her, the sexy dark lingerie thus revealed being sprayed by a soda fountain before a pie was splatted right into her face, it was just like a scene from an old Hollywood slapstick movie. Donna was being attacked by Fran, she had the horrible contents of her muddy wellies thrown at her, one blast of muck aimed at her chest, the other splatting right into her face as she spluttered and protested. Bess stood ready to defend herself, poised for action with a pie in her hand. The attack came from an unexpected quarter though. Antonia wanted revenge for the coldness of the ice cream gunging she had received earlier, and so quick as a flash she grabbed Bess' hand and caused the blonde to splat herself in the face with her own pie. Before Bess could retaliate, or even accuse Antonia of being a traitor she was thrown right into the giant pool of gunge, disappearing below the surface of the goo. Her scream, whether it was of outrage of pleasure, was silenced by a mouthful of mess. Audrey rapidly followed the hostess, flung right into the middle of the pool, her fantastic lingerie being irreversibly slimed by the dunking.
Antonia, inspired by getting her revenge and perhaps taking her superheroine costume slightly too seriously, ran to assistance of her friend Donna. She flung a bucket of beans right into Frans' very impressive cleavage, barely restrained by her bra, the beans splattering all over her. This was enough for Fran to run off to find an easier target. Antonia took Donna by the hand. Donna gazed into her eyes.
"Thanks," she breathed. These two were most definitely becoming more than friends.
"Shall we?" asked Antonia. Being gunged by others was clearly a most different thing to gunging oneself in the girls' minds, and they swiftly ran forward together and dived into the pool with a whoop. They were followed instantly by Faye, and in truth it was a miracle that she hadn't done so previously. All three of the girls' already messy costumes were totally saturated by the thick, cloying slime. Belle was the last of the filmstars to get thrown into the swimming pool. She was chucked in by Laura and Alice, though she didn't struggle too much at all, she could see the way things were going. She didn't mind her fate too much either, indeed the slime really felt quite lovely as it washed over her. It was a complete victory for Daisy's party, and the blonde muddy nurse stood with spiked boots apart and arms akimbo.
"Did your party go well?" she asked Bess. Bess looked around. She saw her sister sculling idly through the gunge, the tips of her thigh high boots showing through the surface. Faye had unzipped her catsuit to the waist and was busily trying to cram even more gunge inside. Audrey was running her fingers through her messy hair, clearly these new feelings were pleasurable to her. Donna and Antonia were sitting very close to each other, Donna was busy rubbing the tight top of Antonia.
"It's been ok. How was yours?" Bess said. Daisy looked around. Her crew of sexy uniformed girls looked a mess, their costumes and bodies covered in mud and gunk.
"I guess mine's been ok too," she said.
"Let's party!" they both cried at the same time. Bess snapped her fingers and immediately a remote controlled, sound activated CD player started blasting out music and the previous fight was forgotten, everyone went to do their own thing.
Donna and Antonia stayed in the pool, exploring their new found sensations and their new feelings for each other. Kirsty decided to fill her huge patent leather thigh high boots with all kinds off messy substances. Bananas, tomatoes, eggs, they all went in there. She filled the boots right up then proceeded to stomp around the room, relishing not only the sensations but also the sounds, the exquisite squishing, that she produced. Faye noticed the messy bath that the emergency services barcrawl had lugged around with them, and with a yell of sheer joy dived right in, writhing around the disgusting muck and rubbing it into her body in ecstasy, her long suffering, once green fabric catsuit getting another saturating.
Meanwhile Fran, Laura and Alice had swiftly come up with a drinking game involving vodka and mess, Laura sitting primly on a cake, enjoying the sensations of the cream on her behind. Katie took off her uniform revealing that she was braless underneath and coated the vinyl costume entirely in mayonnaise, donning it once again and revelling in the feelings as the horrible, vinegary mess slid over her body. Audrey and Belle decided to engage in a clothes swapping session. Audrey was fascinated by the tall, leather thigh length boots and loved wearing them filled up with slime, her thin legs looking wonderful encased in the leather shafts. Belle had squeezed herself into the once black, now stained multicoloured dress. The dress was far too small for her and her amazing breasts were pushed up in a most fantastic way and were almost falling out.
Daisy took Bess' hand and helped her out of the swimming pool and over to the gunge tank. Daisy sat on Bess' lap. They kissed.
"This was a very good hen night," said Daisy. Bess slowly began to unzip the pvc uniform of her lover as the gunge started to pour.

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Daisy reflected on the events of the past year. Her life had changed beyond all recognition, she had found out things about herself that she never knew, and things about other people that she never would have suspected. She recalled with some amusement that day, so long ago or so it seemed, sitting in a dull meeting of the Charity Committee. The very mention of the word 'gunge' had been a turning point. Absolutely everything had changed from that moment on.
Today was a special day. This was the day that everything would get tied together. Not that it was the end of a journey though, indeed it was the beginning of one. She was about to set out through life with an eternal companion beside her. She was so utterly filled with happiness, her emotions were soaring and she couldn't quite believe that it was actually happening.
It was an appropriate setting for such a beautiful moment. The tropical beach was utterly deserted as the sun sank in the early evening. It was warm, but not oppressively hot, and there wasn't enough humidity to make it sticky. Daisy was stood under a rudimentary shelter, nothing more than a wooden floor and a thatched roof supported by wooden poles. She was dressed appropriately too. Her gown was magnificent, a stunning white creation. The tight bodice pushed up her already impressive cleavage and the voluminous skirts seemed to be made of acres of beautiful white silk. The gloves Daisy had on were long, encasing her arms right up to her shoulders and her pretty white shoes had a medium heel. A lovely veil covered her face.
Daisy was waiting patiently and demurely. Then from the beach path came along the object of her desire. Bess was dressed in an almost identical outfit, only her gown was of a very pale pink colour. She also had on a veil. Daisy's heart soared at this sight. They didn't need words and they remained silent. They raised each other's veils and leaned in for a kiss. It was a long, extremely passionate kiss. At last they ceased, but stayed gazing into each other's eyes. They should be getting on with the ceremony, but instead their lips met again, they were so caught up in each other.
It is usual to do this kind of ceremony with rings, but Daisy and Bess' relationship was not exactly usual, and they had decided to seal their partnership with a variety of messy items. They were just a couple of standard things, nothing fancy, there would be enough time for experimentation later on the honeymoon.
There was no need for words. Bess picked up a tub of purple gunge, not a large one. She brought it forward towards her lover. There was not a lot of mess, but more than enough to ruin the perfection of the gown. Daisy's breathing became harder as she gazed at the slime. Ever so slowly Bess tipped it down Daisy's cleavage. The gunge fell down inside the dress, causing a slight gasp from Daisy, but she didn't flinch at all. A slight, oozing, stain crept down the bodice of the pristine white dress. Bess followed up with another tub of red gunge and spilled it over her lover's front. Daisy was in a heightened state of excitement and let out a couple of moans of pleasure as a couple of cartons of custard poured disgustingly over her huge skirts, causing them to be dampened down. The yellow, silken muck ran off the billowing gown in rivers.
Bess stood back to admire her handiwork. Daisy was a mess, a real mess. She had just stood by as her beautiful dress had been totally ruined. Any other woman would have been outraged, shocked. However Daisy was extremely pleased, she had a great big smile on her face, and a gleam in her eye as she looked over at her clean partner.
Bess knew that look, and she knew what it meant: It was her turn. The older blonde flinched ever so slightly as her pink dress began to be stained slightly orange. Baked beans poured down outside and inside her lovely dress. The lumpy blobs spattered all over her beautiful, rounded breasts. The front of her dress became dark and there was a pitter patter as the beans dropped onto the wooden floor of the beach hut. Next Daisy dipped her gloved hand into a big jar of jam and pulled out a giant handful, staining her gloves. She streaked the jam into Bess' hair, the long blonde tresses being stained red. Bess giggled. Next Daisy turned her attentions to her lover's breasts, smearing the sticky jam all over the magnificent orbs. Bess moaned with pleasure, but unfortunately for her the jar was empty. A huge bucket of green gunge was next poured over her skirts, the thick, viscous slime dampening them down a great deal. The slime was all over her dress, there was loads of the stuff, her skirts slapped damply over her long, beautiful legs. At this point the mess was entirely exhausted. The two blondes gazed into each others' eyes.
"I love you," said Daisy.
"I love you," said Bess.
They held hands and walked along the beach to the sea. Daisy and Bess both loved gunge, and they loved each other.


That's it. All done. Finis. You don't have to go home but you can't stay here.

I hope you've enjoyed the story of Daisy and Bess. I enjoyed writing it, and I do feel a bit sad to have finished with them.

However, I sould think it will be a very long time indeed before I return to them.