Although this story mentions real persons, corporations, TV shows and places, it is purely a work of fiction for personal enjoyment. The story does NOT describe real events and should NOT be taken to accurately portray any real entity mentioned. In keeping with its fictional nature, the events and activities described in the story may not be legal, ethical or safe. This site does NOT endorse or recommend their enactment.

After her amazing sploshing session with beautiful high end escort Flame TV star Cleo Demetriou was getting very fed up with the Covid 19 lockdown so arranged a Skype meeting with Flame. When Cleo had been gunged on Saturday Mash Up she had managed to acquire some of the gunge mixture which she had kept at the back of her coat cupboard. But urgent times called for urgent measures so she was going to have to use it.

Although a huge fan of food sploshing Flame also had a supply of gunge mixture in case anyone had food intolerances at one of her famed Sploshing parties.

They hooked up over Skype. Cleo’s breath was taken away when she saw Flame in a stunning basque and suspenders ensemble

“You look gorgeous” said Cleo who was dressed in a more conservative black cropped top and leggings.

“Your belly button is winking at me” joked Flame. “Better than my tuppence” retorted Cleo. “You’ve got some spunk” said Flame. “Bet you’ve had your fair share of spunk” said Cleo. “Well a spunk shampoo as you let a guy splosh you as you wank him off is a lovely warm feeling” said Flame . “What” stuttered Cleo, “Get your boyfriend to splosh you as you pleasure him and when he shoots catch it and have a lovely warm spunk shampoo to finish with” said Flame.

This began to excite Cleo “But I’ve not got a bloke at the moment” she said. “Well I could bring a few virile guys to your 19th” said a winking Flame, “God no” screamed Cleo they’ll think I’m a hooker. “Maybe we can do something private again in the future” said Flame. This made Cleo even more excited. “Are those little white panties getting moist like when you were gunged on Saturday Mash Up” teased Flame. I’m not wearing any” said Cleo pulling down her leggings to reveal a very newly shaved muff. “It winked at me” said Flame. “Very funny” said Cleo.

“Okay then have you got the gunge mixed and all the other stuff I told you to get” asked Flame. “Sure have ” said Cleo going into her bathroom. “Lets both undress slowly” said Flame seductively removing her stockings and basque. Cleo slowly removed her leggings, sports bra and top, “I love your tits” said Flame “So do I said” Cleo cupping her breasts and licking her sensitive nipples.

“Right take an ice cube in both hands and rub them on your nipples like I am” instructed Flame as she did just that. Cleo excitedly grabbed a pair of ice cubes and began to rub, pleasure overcame her. “More sensually and slowly” said Flame. After the ice cubes had melted both girls had pert erect nipples. “Take another pair of ice cubes and carry on doing that ” said Flame who began to pleasure herself. Cleo carried on and began to groan “I’m going to climax” she shrieked. “Catch it” yelled Flame as she climaxed and caught hers to.

“Right synchronised shampooing” ordered Flame as she rubbed the sticky contents through her hair. Cleo did likewise “It’s sticky and warm” she giggled. “I knew you’d like it” said Flame.

“Now for the Gunge Baths” said Flame and revealed a bath full of green gunge. “Mine is yellow” said Cleo showing her full bath. “Right let’s get in” said Flame as both climbed into their gunge baths. “Immerse” shouted an excited Cleo disappearing beneath the gunge and emerging totally covered. “I was going to do a slow coverage” said Flame “But why not” and she disappeared beneath her gunge too and emerged equally covered.

The girls conducted the first Skype synchronised swimming performance in gunge baths happily splashing around for 20 minutes and seeing who could do the most immersions in a minute. Flame won by 12 to 7 as Cleo accidentally farted whilst doing hers to much hysterics.

Cleo was confident she’d be able to clear up having watched Flame do it last time, But when Flame said “You did remember to put newspaper down like I told you” Cleo looked around at the mess and said “Oh Shit” “So Awkward” replied Flame as she signed off.

Any celebs you’d like to see featured in stories or maybe that Cleo recommends Flame to them please let me know and I’ll try to write them. I can do a TV programme scenario if anyone really wants that as I’ve a couple of ideas of show reboots that I don’t think have been done on here.

This story is purely a work of fiction. The story does NOT describe real events and the characters are fictional. Any resemblance to real events or persons is coincidence. In keeping with its fictional nature, the events and activities described in the story may not be legal, ethical or safe. This site does NOT endorse or recommend their enactment.

Sarah: Hello and welcome to the final part of our show. Who will ascend to the next round and who will descend in the muck? Will it be Ash or will Vivian make a last minute comeback? We will find out soon. How are you feeling girls?

Ash: Well I am certainly confident and in good mood after settling the score with Tess. But make no mistake, I am not in the forgiving mood and little princess over there will find it out soon, hard way.

Sarah: Well you certainly don´t lack confidence. What about you Viv?

Vivian: It is Vivian or better Ms. Mitchell to you. And I am quite sure that my musclehead opponent is in for rather unpleasant surprise. There is no way that someone like me could lose.

Sarah: Well both of them are quite sure of themselves. And that is good news for us; there is nothing more funny than overconfident loser.  

Ash: Could you cut it short? Nobody is interested in your lame wisecracking.

Vivian: I have to agree with my obnoxious opponent, your constant talk is rather tiresome.

Sarah: /offended/ Ok, so without further ado let me reveal the results.

Ash: /is really agitated, but tries to act nonchalantly/  Yeah, everything goes as expected. Are you ready princess?

Vivian:  /ashen faced, speaking in wobbling voice/ No, it cannot be true, I demand recount.

Sarah: /mischievously smiling, she picks up imaginary phone and pretends to talk, after that, she turns to Vivian/ Bad news Ms. Mitchell, you are still a loser.

Vivian: I will not endure such insolence.

Sarah: Oh yes, you will endure it and much more. Why don´t you make yourself comfortable while we prepare the stage according to Ash´s wishes.

/Vivian looks really startled, while Ash is smiling viciously/  

Ash: Well my dear princess, I would hate to be called heartless, so I will give you a fair chance to leave this show with your dignity intact.

Vivian: /uncertain/ You mean it seriously?

Ash:  But of course, we, athletes, are true to our word. It will require a little bit of strength and skill, but as you were constantly bragging about being better than me in every aspect, it will surely be no problem for you.

Vivian: Listen Ashley, there is no need to test me in any way. Just leave me be and I will make it worthwhile to you. You know that I am really rich.

Ash: Huh Ashley? I am quite surprised you remember the name of the lowly musclehead peasant, who happened to be your opponent. Anyway, as tempting as your offer is, there are things that can´t be bought with money, and I am really looking forward to what will happen next.

Vivian: Come on Ash; be reasonable, I am sure we can make something up. I can give you anything you want.

Ash: So it is Ash now? Wow, you must be really desperate. Your crawling makes it all better. And as you may notice, I take everything I want by myself, so I really do not need your offer. But cheer up sunshine, your trial is almost ready.

Sarah: Indeed it is, as you can see behind me, ours handy stagehands just finished construction of this little obstacle course just for you. As you can see, Ash was really nice to you and removed most of the usual obstacles except these beautiful little monkey bars. /behind Sarah surprisingly long monkey bars was erected and underneath them a long pool of mud was placed, which looks quite deep/

Ash: Well your majesty, as I mentioned before, I am giving you a chance to leave this show completely clean, you just have to pass this obstacle from one side to another. You have a 10 minutes time limit. If you manage to pass it, you are free to go, and of course, if you fall you have to start over. And by the way, your time limit started when I start to tell you the rules. Good luck princess.

Vivian: You can´t be serious!

Ash: I can assure you, that I am deadly serious. And believe me, you want to succeed.  Tick tock.

Vivian: /reluctantly takes off her stilettos and seems to think, if she should take off her elegant but completely impractical dress, but in the she decide against it, possibly not want to be seen in her underwear on TV. She enters the monkey bars and starts to move, her feet just above the surface of the brown pool.  She successfully (and quite surprisingly) manages to three quarters of the obstacle, but then her physical powers leave her, and she fell down. Unable to keep her balance, she fall back down in the mud with satisfying squelch/

Ash: /laughing hard/ Hurry up darling; you are not in some wellness salon to rest in the mud, you have to move.

Vivian:  Yuck! Shut up Ashley. Look at my dress, it is completely ruined.

Sarah:/laughing too/ Actually, Ms.  Mitchell, only the back of your dress is ruined, but I am sure you can fix it in next minutes.

Vivian: Shut up, both of you! /she manages to return to the start without further accidents and with new resolve try to pass her ordeal again, but she is less successful this time and manages to move on to the half of the monkey bars, before falling down. Fortunately for her, she manages to fall without losing her balance this time. But her luck does not stand as she does not manage to return to the start safely, trips and fell face first to the muddy abyss beneath her. When she emerges, she is completely unrecognizable, looking more like a swamp thing than haughty socialite, her hair hanging wildly around her face, changing their color from scarlet to deep brown, her delicate facial features nowhere to seen, replaced with abstract muddy mask, her dress filled with squishy matter and with more slits than designer assumed/

Ash: Haha, but my dear, this is not diving competition.

Sarah: But on the bright side, your new look is the Vogue front page stuff.

Vivian: I hate you both! /she tries to fulfill her quest couple more times, but all her attempts are in vain as she clearly becomes tired quickly. She decides to rest for a little before attempting last time, saving her strength/

 Ash: What´s up princess, giving up already?

Vivian: It is called strategy, you cavewoman.

Ash: Sorry to break it to you, but if anyone looks like a cavewoman, it is you darling.

Vivian: /ignoring Ash´s remark, she enters the monkey bar last time, fully aware that it is the last attempt during the time limit. With new resolve and completely focused, she moves from transom to transom with surprising speed, quickly moving near the end of obstacle/  

Ash: HEY VIVIAN, CAREFUL! Behind you!

Vivian: What? /completely surprised and confused, Vivian stops in her tracks and moves her head to look behind her. Unfortunately for her, with her focus disturbed, she is unable to keep on and falls face first in to the mud once again/

Ash: Hahahahaha, I can´t believe you fell for that old trick, you must be really dumb.

Vivian: /unsuccessfully try to wipe the mud from her face/ How could you? Why did you do this to me?

Ash:/smirking/ Well I don´t know, probably to humiliate you further.

Sarah: And with that, your time is up Ms. Mudfell, please leave your muddy pool and move to us again.

/Vivian dejectedly moves from the area of monkey bars and returns to Sarah and Ash/

Ash: Oh dear Vivian, I give you a fair chance to leave with dignity and you screwed it.  Your physical condition is not as good as I hoped. But do not worry, I am quite sure, we can get you in shape in no time. Actually we can start with a few push-ups and then call it a day, what do you say? Please get in position.

/Vivian wants to protest, but then she changes her mind and does as her tormentor say, she notices, that Ash placed a single fluffy white pie beneath Vivian´s face/   

Vivian: You have to be kidding me!

Ash: Oh no, it is just for the control if you are doing the push-ups right.  You must get you head almost to the ground and this pie will help us to see if you are doing it right.

Vivian: You are the worst person I have ever met and…

Ash: Pleasure on my side, but please don´t exhaust yourself with talking.

/Vivian starts with the push-ups, getting more and more of the cream in her face in progress, after  7 push-ups she starts to clearly slow up, obviously exhausted/

Ash: What is the matter? Feeling tired already? Ok, let me help you.

/with that Ash replaces the pie with trifle and carefully places herself near muddy Vivian and “helps her ” with next five push-ups by pushing back of Vivian´s head down and after she sufficiently baths her face in trifle,  push her belly up with her second hand. Vivian´s face looks like abstract painting with the mixture of brown mud, white cream and red strawberry sauce/

Ash: I knew that you have it in yourself girl, now just do three more on your own and we are finished with our exercise.

Vivian: Please no more, have not I been humiliated enough?

Ash: But my dear, I am doing this just for the sake of your condition, just three more.

/with that Ash replaces the trifle with big yellow cake. Vivian manages to do two more push-ups before falling in the cake, completely exhausted/

Ash: Wohoo Viv, good work, enjoy your cake. I must say you never looked better.

Vivian: /slowly rises up from the ruined cake, looking completely disheveled, messy exhausted and miserable, for once, she has nothing to say/

Sarah: Wow, what a spectacular messing, I am sure Vivian just obtained experience she could not buy with any money in the world. But she was fairly good competitor, so please give her a big round of applause

/audience claps and laughs as Vivian leaves the stage/

Sarah: And also big round to our tonight winner Ash, we will see her again in semi-finals.

Ash: Yeah, I am looking forward to some other loser to mess up, this was really great.

Sarah: Well be aware that it could be you next time.

Ash: Heh, not likely.

Sarah: We will see, I am sure that lots of people would love to see you losing. Anyway that is all for tonight, so see you next time and have a nice evening.

Well and that is for episode 1, I will try to write second episode in near future. If you have any idea about the contestant/archetype of contestant, who should apper, please let me know in comments

Although this story mentions real persons, corporations, TV shows and places, it is purely a work of fiction for personal enjoyment. The story does NOT describe real events and should NOT be taken to accurately portray any real entity mentioned. In keeping with its fictional nature, the events and activities described in the story may not be legal, ethical or safe. This site does NOT endorse or recommend their enactment. This story may contain scenes of nudity and/or a sexual nature. 

It was a warm spring evening as a brown-haired woman walked through the gates of the city centre television studio and up the steps to the door into the lobby. She got a smile from the bubbly receptionist who pointed her to a nearby changing room.

The pretty brunette smelt the rich aroma of freshly-brewed coffee wafting through the air from the pot that was sitting on the coffee table beside the couch. She dropped her bag on the floor and pulled her outfit for that evening from inside it. As there had been a decision by the producers that this season’s presenters’ outfits would take a leaf out of Little Mix’s book for the first season, her outfit was also rather skimpy. After she had changed and drunk a cup of coffee, a stage-hand led her to the studio that they were using for that night’s show. Immerse the Nurse’s jaunty jazz theme tune filled the air as the studio lighting warmed to life. This revealed the familiar studio layout of various gunge tanks and tables festooned with pies and other paraphernalia. A familiar dunk tank waited to one side. Blue and red versions of the season two logo decorated the walls alongside posters depicting scenes from the previous series.

In the centre of the stage stood that evening’s brown-haired presenter. As she had for the last of the three preview shows, she wore a purple bikini and nothing else, choosing to leave her feet barefoot. She smiled and waved to the audience as they cheered in approval. “Hello!” she called out. “And welcome to the first match of the second series of Immerse the Nurse. With me, Brooke Vincent.” A wolf-whistle cut through the air, widening Brooke’s smile.

The Coronation Street actress giggled. “Okay, okay, settle down!” she attempted to quieten the somewhat rowdier than normal audience. “Tonight’s show will see defending champions Bristol Royal Infirmary’s representative take on a nurse from the Royal Brompton Hospital. They are both waiting backstage, I believe. Come on out, ladies!”

To cheers and applause from the audience, the two nurses stepped into view. One was brown-haired, wearing a red-belted white tunic and sheer stockings with nude-coloured high heels while her opponent was a blonde dressed in a couple- sizes-too-small red-belted dark-blue tunic, sheer black stockings and black high-heeled shoes. They both grinned as they walked over to where Brooke was waiting. A round of fresh wolf-whistles resulted in the two nurses waving merrily to the corner of the audience responsible.

The brunette actress-turned-presenter grinned at the two pretty healthcare workers. “Welcome to the show, ladies,” she said warmly. “Could you introduce yourselves, please?”

The brunette nurse smiled into the camera. “Hi, I’m Amber, I’m twenty-four and I work in Bristol Royal Infirmary’s A&E department.”

Brooke giggled. “Which makes you the defending champ, to use boxing jargon!” she said, turning to the blonde next.

A wider smile crossed the blonde’s face. “Hello,” she said confidently. “I’m Minnie, I’m twenty-two and I’m a student nurse at London’s Royal Brompton Hospital.”

The brown-haired host gave them a quizzical look. “So, we’ve got a London versus Bristol match to start the series off once again,” she remarked. “Will it turn out like in Season One? That’s up to you at home, as the fate of these two lovely nurses will be decided by our usual online vote which will as ever also include how they’ll get messy. We’ll announce the details at the end of the show.”

The bikini-clad woman had moved away from the two nurses towards a familiar wheel bearing thirty-three numbers. “Now, who is going to take tonight’s Healthy Celebrity Dunking?” she asked. “Let’s find out!”

With that the Coronation Street actress pulled on the wheel. A rapid clicking filled the air, sounding like a fan for a few moments before slowly drawing to a halt. When it finally stopped, the pointer firmly aimed at the number twelve’s segment.

Brooke smiled, glancing at a flash card with the names of whom each number corresponded to written on it. “Our prospective dunkee number twelve is…” she paused to raise the tension. “Madison Beer! Who is waiting back-stage. Come on out, Madison!”

The brown-haired American singer bounded into view wearing a grey bikini that showed off her cleavage and buttocks to full advantage. She smiled and waved to the audience as she headed over to where Brooke stood waiting and the rowdier sections of the audience wolf-whistled in appreciation.

The brown-haired hostess smiled at the twenty-one-year-old singer. “Welcome, Madison,” she said laughingly. “It’s nice to have you on the show.”

“Thank you, Brooke,” replied the other woman. “It’s nice to be here for such a deserving cause.”

“Well said,” grinned Brooke. “So, I believe your first album is coming out this year. Are you looking forward to that?”

The dark brown-haired singer grinned. “Yeah, it’s really exciting,” she giggled nervously. “I hope my fans like it.”

Brooke chuckled. “I’m sure they will,” she murmured reassuringly before chuckling lowly. “Now, however, you’ve got the small matter of a possible dunk into all of our slop in the tank beside us. I believe you also have a challenge for our home and studio audiences. What is it?”

The other bikini-clad woman’s smile slipped at this point. “Thanks for reminding me!” she replied sarcastically. “Right, folks, as is standard for this, if fifteen hundred pounds is donated, I’ll be getting dunked. But if you all donate eight thousand pounds, I’ll be going in while topless and if the amount raised hit sixteen thousand when they finish counting the studio audience’s donations, I’ll be going into it naked.”

Brooke could only laugh. “Which I daresay is likely,” she said when she regained her composure. “Right, our studio audience will be able to donate via the collection buckets being brought around by a group of our stage-hands. Those of you watching at home can donate five pounds by texting ‘Nurse’ to four-eight-six-four-three when I give the word.”

“Eek!” squeaked Madison, making the tipsy audience burst out laughing.

Brooke rolled her eyes. “Collectors, you have five minutes,” she announced. “Starting from now! And phone lines are open!”

The big screen behind the two women began to once more begin its upwards tally as the dozen or so stage-hands walked briskly out from back-stage carrying the large collection buckets. The audience members, to Madison’s disappointment, proceeded to practically throw fistfuls of coins and banknotes into the buckets. All the while, the on-screen tally of texted donations had soared past two thousand pounds and kept going.

Brooke watched as the donations from the at-home viewers hit eight thousand pounds. “Well, Madison,” she smirked. “It would seem that you need to lose an item of clothing.”

The American singer groaned. “Nuts!” she pouted, reaching around her back and unclasping the fastening on her bikini top. The audience wolf-whistled as she pulled it down her arms, briefly revealing her bouncy tits to the world before she covered them with her left hand and dropped her top on the floor with her right. As she did so, a gong sounded and the collectors began to return back-stage.

The brunette in the purple bikini glanced up at the on-screen tally. “Well, well, well,” she crowed. “It looks like the at-home donations of come to a cracking fourteen thousand pounds. That doesn’t look too great for you, does it, Madison?”

“No it doesn’t, Brooke,” replied the pouting topless singer.

A stage-hand walked out with one of the show’s familiar glittery envelopes. Brooke grinned as she accepted the envelope and gently pried it open. She flashed a nasty grin at the other scantily-dressed woman. “I’m sorry, Madison… not!” she said sarcastically. “The studio audience has donated a total of six thousand pounds. Which brings the total amount raised in this segment to…” she paused as the tally’s digits clicked to display the amount in question. “Twenty thousand pounds!”

“Oh, shit!” yelped Madison, burying her face in her hands.

“Yes, you’re still wearing too much, Madison!” taunted Brooke. “It’s time to ditch those bikini bottoms and take to the hot seat!”

The dark brown-haired singer sighed as she pushed her grey bikini bottoms down over the curve of her arse. Eventually, gravity won the battle against friction and the tiny piece of lycra fell to the floor. Reaching her right hand down to cover her newly-revealed trimmed muff, she climbed awkwardly onto the seat of the dunk tank and peered nervously at the lumpy-looking grey slop below. She glanced up at Brooke who was grinning madly at her.

The purple-clad woman’s grin turned to a sly smirk. “Madison, as ever on this show, before we dunk you, we need to add the additional mess from the previous show to the mix,” she announced, sending a shiver down the American’s bare spine. “So, we have some lovely rice pudding to mix into what’s below you.”

Sure enough, six stage-hands marched on carrying ten-litre buckets filled with rice pudding, which they quickly poured into the slop that already filled the dunk tank. This added a series of off-white swirls to the mass of grey muck.

Brooke turned to face Madison fully as the audience began to chant. “Madison Beer, you’ve volunteered for a possible dunking and the public has spoken. “You are now getting dunked!”

As the brunette presenter said this, Madison felt her seat drop out from under her and she slid rapidly into the cloying slop below, belly-flopping into it with a splash. The smelly lumpy gloop closed over her body and, unseen by those watching, flailed around beneath the surface. Eventually the formerly clean sexy young woman was able to find her footing and stood up, pushing her up her upper body back into the air. What emerged from beneath the muck looked more like something out of a bad monster movie. Madison gasped for air as the audience roared in appreciation of what had happened.

Laughing softly, Brooke turned to face the camera, having re-joined Amber and Minnie. “That’s all we have time for tonight,” she announced. “The online vote is now open for twenty-four hours. Join us next time when we find out which of these two lovely nurses goes through to the next round, which is the Quarter Finals, and who gets messy. See you then, good night!” The three clean women waved to the camera before the credits rolled. The view for those watching at home then cut to a split screen, one side showed the credits crawling down the screen over a view of what was going on in the studio, switching from views of Brooke and the two nurses to Madison wallowing in the dunk tank’s mucky depths while the other side of the screen showed a still photo of each nurse with her name superimposed over her separated by a field of yellow emblazoned with a green “V”. At this point, a voiceover explained the voting procedures.

Author’s note: yes, this is back. Hope you’ve enjoyed the first instalment of this “season” proper. 

Although this story mentions real persons, corporations, TV shows and places, it is purely a work of fiction for personal enjoyment. The story does NOT describe real events and should NOT be taken to accurately portray any real entity mentioned. In keeping with its fictional nature, the events and activities described in the story may not be legal, ethical or safe. This site does NOT endorse or recommend their enactment. This story may contain scenes of nudity and/or a sexual nature. 

Chris Tarrant entered the studio to a warm applause. “We may all need to stay at home and be social distancing so to cheer everyone up I’ve been asked to bring back a special no holds barred lads version of Tiswas and OTT.”

“Please welcome my assistants Maisie Smith from EastEnders and Amber Gill from Love Island. Maisie had posted a photo on her Instagram of the tiny bikini she was wearing and Amber was wearing this bikini she had worn on Love Island.

“I don’t know where to look” stuttered Chris. “You should self isolating at your age” said Amber. “Yes that’s naughty” said Maisie picking up a custard pie and aiming it at Chris but he ducked and it hit Amber right in the face. “That’s not real custard” said Amber “But this is” said Chris picking up a full bucket of custard and slowly emptying it over Amber’s head totally flattening her gorgeous afro hair.

Maisie was laughing hysterically at Amber. “You’re a Cockney aren’t you” Chris asked her. “Yeah why she replied” “Do you like Pie and Mash” he added “Yeah” she replied. “What do you have with it” he asked “Gravy of course” she replied. Chris picked up a jug of gravy but before he went to pour it over Maisie’s head he said “We don’t want to give you this one” and pointed to a bucket of gravy and a refuse bin full of gravy. “We want to give her those ones” he added. “Yes if the running total is over £1,000″ I’ll take the jug of gravy, over £5,000 the bucket, over £10,000 the bin”. teased Maisie smiling at the camera. “What will you do if we raise a million” said Chris. “I’ve got something planned but we’d get thrown off the air” again teased Maisie.

“Well I can tell you the running total is £16,356 said Chris” “I’ll take the jug if you take the other two” said Amber who had wiped the custard from her eyes. “Sure ” said Maisie. Chris poured the jug of gravy of Amber’s head. He then emptied the bucket of gravy over Maisie’s head watching it slowly run down her fantastic body.

Chris and Amber then picked up the bin of gravy and engulfed Maisie with it. Maisie nearly choked as she was destroyed by the think brown gravy. The bin was left on Maisie’s head and body so you could only see the shapely legs. Suddenly “Wheels Cha Cha” started playing and Chris and the girls started dancing to it. Amber hip bumped Maisie still with the bin over her body knocking her over. Chris and Amber helped Maisie out of the bin, Maisie was totally covered in gravy and struggled to wipe her eyes clear. “Is it true that if we reach £2 million pounds both of you will join in an all female version of the greatest show on legs” “Of course” they both giggled. “Please lets have a round of applause for my assistants and two great sports Amber Gill and Maisie Smith, they have both agreed to stay messy until the end of the show too” said Chris and Amber and Maisie sploshed off to warm applause.

There were gasps from the crew as Hollywood A Lister Rosamund Pike walked on wearing this outfit.

“That’s an upgrade on Sally James” joked Chris as he acknowledged Rosamund. “Do you mind came a familiar voice” as Sally James appeared by webcam.

“Hello Sal” said Chris. “You’ve been replaced” he added. “Hi Sally ” said Rosamund. “Chris has a welcome gift for you Rosamund” said Sally as Chris drilled a custard pie into Rosamund’s face. Rosamund let the pie case fall and slowly wiped her eyes “I cannot believe you’ve done that” she yelled. “I said no custard pies as a condition of appearing” there was an awkward silence. “Daniel Craig pledged £250 for you to get a custard pie” said an apologetic Chris. “£250 screamed Rosamund, I don’t get out of bed for under £20,000”. “Can I suggest something” said Sally this usually works and emptied a bucket of Semolina over her head. Rosamund and Chris stood there looking at each other as Sally removed the bucket from her head. “Why did you do that” asked Rosamund. “Well everytime I used to say Semolina on Tiswas I got a bucket of it over me and Daniel Craig pledged £1,000 for each bucket thrown tonight”. “So if I say that word then Craig has to pay one grand per time snapped Rosamund” “Yes” said Sally.

“Well it looks like he’s in for an expensive night Semolina night” said a now grinning Rosamund as she was hit with a bucket of Semolina. “What are you looking forward to in part two Rosamund” asked Chris. “Semolina, Semolina, Semolina, Semolina and seeing Daniel Craig’s wallet empty everytime I repeat Semolina” roared Rosamund as she was hit with 5 buckets of Semolina making her a white soggy mess,

“We’ll see you in part two” said Chris. “With lots of Semolina” said Rosamund as she was hit with bucket number 7.

The camera switched to a dancing Amber and Maisie but Rosamund ran over to them and all 3 yelled Semolina taking the total buckets to 10.

Stay tuned for part two including the return of Pie the Prof, the reenactment of Sally’s most spectacular Tiswas sploshing but who will take her place and lots more new and exciting games.

Although this story mentions real persons, corporations, TV shows and places, it is purely a work of fiction for personal enjoyment. The story does NOT describe real events and should NOT be taken to accurately portray any real entity mentioned. In keeping with its fictional nature, the events and activities described in the story may not be legal, ethical or safe. This site does NOT endorse or recommend their enactment.

Noel Edmonds strutted out, “Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen, to the Battle of the Brands! A special edition of Noels House party where the ladies of WWE will represent their brand, and pride will get stained juuust a bit. Lets welcome our teams back. Team Raw”

“Team Smackdown”

“Team ECW”

“And Team OVW”

The four teams all came out, to the applause of the crowd, and the hoots of the males. “Well you, the viewer at home, have been for who you think should remain on the program. Remember, whoever has the least, well, theyre gonna have to go, and I believe you all know what that means.”

Noel chuckled at his last statement, and the crowd’s noise rose in gleeful anticipation. Noel spoke up again, “With that in mind, lets get to the results. So, the team with the most votes, and the team safest from elimination, is…”

“Team Smackdown!”

Michelle, Kristal and Jillian lept in the air in joy, and all exchanged high fives. The other three teams looked anxious. Noel continued, “Alright, lets narrow it down even more. The team with the second most votes, and also safe from elimination is…”

“Team OVW!”

Now it was Katie Lea, Milena, and Maryse’s turn to celebrate, while Team ECW and Team Raw looked even more anxious. Noel prepared to finish, “And then there were two. Team Raw and Team ECW.” He had a wicked grin as he spoke the results. “The team with the third most votes, and the last team safe from elimination is…”

The two remaining teams huddled close to each other, the crowd waited eagerly.

“Team ECW!”

Kelly, Brooke, and Layla all jumped up and hugged, bouncing with glee. Maria, Candice, and Mickie all dropped their heads. “Again!?”, Candice whined. Noel was quock with a retort, “Oh yes its happening again! Now if you’d please, Ill show you to your exit. We want to leave you with a little parting gift. Follow me.”

Noel took them to a set of three chairs placed down. “Girls, if you could please take your seat. Now, you have to read off the names of every WWE champion ever from the cards there. While you read, everyone here on stage will be chucking a bucket of gunge all over you. The gunging stops when all the names are read.”

The girls all looked confused. “Wait, w-what?” questioned Candice. “Aaaand, go”, proclaimed Noel. The girls all panicked for a second, until Mickie read “Buddy Rogers”. Just after she uttered this, she was a bucket-full of thick pinkish red gunge that coated her face and legs. Maria took a bucket of thick blue-green gunge from the side that landed flat on her head, coating her hair. Candice took a bucket of yellow gunge to the side of her face, obscuring her features and landing in a portion of her finely manicured hair.

Bucket after bucket flew on the girls, drenching them. The girls rapidly tried to read the names, the words becoming more difficult to read as their faces became drenched with sludge. It became hard to focus as the slime landed in their hair and on their bodies, ruining their hair and clothes. The gunging seemed endless, until the last name was read. By the time that name was read, the girls were completely covered in a mix of light red, yellow, and blue-green gunge.

Noel was laughing heartily “And with that girls, I would like to say goodbye.” Candice looked up at him with playful disdain. “Oh believe me, we’re glad to leave.” Maria and Mickie chuckled at this, and the general absurdity of their situation. The three girls stood up to leave, their feet sticking in the gunge as they walked.

Noel continued again. “And that leaves three teams. And it will be up to the fans to decide who remains. Whoever gets the least amount of votes in our poll has to leave, the other two will remain. Get to voting, it closes midnight on Friday, and join us later!”

Although this story mentions real persons, corporations, TV shows and places, it is purely a work of fiction for personal enjoyment. The story does NOT describe real events and should NOT be taken to accurately portray any real entity mentioned. In keeping with its fictional nature, the events and activities described in the story may not be legal, ethical or safe. This site does NOT endorse or recommend their enactment. This story may contain scenes of nudity and/or a sexual nature. 

“Welcome back to Tiswas/OTT revival” said the ever exuberant Chris Tarrant. With me are Maisie Smith, Amber Gill and Rosamund Pike. The ladies all waved to camera and simultaneously shouted “Semolina” and were each hit by a bucket of it.

“I can now tell you that the running total raised so far is £123.764!” said Chris. He cut over to Sally James on Skype who was still covered in a bucket of Semolina but had wiped some off her. “Can you remember when I set you up to take a really vicious gunging Sal?” Chris joked. “Yes Tarrant, you bastard! I still get Wammers tweeting me about it, thanks to you! So a big shout out to all Wam fans out there” said Sally.

The clip from 1981 was shown https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jQXsgkwcPvg

“It took me a couple of hours to get cleaned that day” joked Sally. “They featured Semolina” shouted Rosamund as she was hit by her 9th bucket of the sticky stuff further destroying her as she rung out her matted hair and wiped it down her now virtually white leather skirt.

“We are looking for a couple of female celebs to reenact that” said Chris. “Thandie Newton is over there” shouted Rosamund as Thandie stepped forward.

“I’ve got someone with me” said Thandie dragging a reluctant Kate Thistleton forward. “All she has been doing is saying she hated being gunged on Saturday Mash Up recently and there is an Oscar nominee like Rosamund over there prepared to have some fun”.
Kate was wearing this outfit

“Thank you for volunteering ladies” said Chris. “I didn’t volunteer” said Katie. “Well we don’t use fake BBC gunge on here” said Chris. “We said it was going to be more extreme so both ladies need to remove their outer layer of clothing” chimed in Sally. Thandie dropped her jeans to reveal a sexy cut away swimsuit. She turned and wigged her bum cheeks to the camera to loud wolf whistles. Amber and Maisie ran on and planted a custard pie on each bum cheek. “I cannot take this dress off” stammered Katie “I’m not wearing a bra.” “You should have thought about that before hand” said Thandie. “I’m only wearing a thong” said Katie going white with worry. “So am I “joked Thandie tweaking her thong under her swimsuit. “But you’ve appeared nude in films and on TV” said a desperate Katie. “Tell you what” said Thandie “I strip down to my thong, if you will do so too as long as the total raised is over £2000,000 next time we check.

Rosamund sploshed on and yelled “Please pour Semolina down my skirt, more Semolina, Semolina, Semolina, Semolina and a bucket of water”. 5 buckets of Semolina were poured down her skirt and a bucket of water hit her to wash a bit of the gunge off her. “15th bucket of Semolina please” shouted Rosamund. “My pleasure” said Chris emptying it over her head. Rosamund’s skirt was now dragging “Think I should lose this” she said dropping the sodden mass to reveal and equally sodden pair of Calvin Klein women’s briefs.

“I can now tell you the total is £201,378” said Chris. A look of resignation sank across Katie’s face as Thandie dropped her basque and flashed her breasts at the camera before putting her hands over them. “Come on Thistleton” said Thandie humming the stripper music. Katie did her best to cover up her breasts. But Thandie tickled her belly making her give a quick nipple flash.

“Are we ready” said Sally. “Yes finally” said Chris. “Well I had spaghetti poured over me first” said Sally. Amber and Maisie bought on a step ladder each and a bucket of spaghetti. They placed the ladders behind Thandie and Katie respectively and emptied the buckets over their victims heads. Thandie held up her arms in triumph flashing her breasts again and Katie juddered as the cold spaghetti hit her head and body.

“What came next Sal? asked Chris. “Baked beans” said Sally but as this is extreme the girls will get 2 buckets of baked beans one over their head and one thrown at them from close range. A bucket of baked beans was handed to Maisie and Amber and Chris and Rosamund picked up a bucket in front of both girls. “Now” shouted Chris as the baked beans engulfed both girls. Katie looked down as Thandie again flashed her breasts.

“What came next, I think we should ask Rosamund” “Semolina, Semolina, Semolina,Semolina, Semolina, Semolina,Semolina, Semolina, Semolina,Semolina, Semolina, Semolina she screamed” as she ran to join the girls along with Amber and Maisie as 12 buckets of Semolina hit them from all angles. Unfortunately Katie fell into Thandie and they rolled on the floor. Thandie held Katie’s arms down so her breasts got a really public airing.

“Thank you Thandie Newton and Katie Thistleton” said Chris. Thandie took a towel to wipe her eyes clear to warm applause as Katie grabbed a towel to cover her modesty. “You have to stay like that to the end of the show” shouted Chris. “God no” screamed Katie looking around desperately for her now removed dress which a stage hand had slyly removed. “Fine by me” shouted Thandie flashing her breasts again to a loud cheer.

“Now who can remember Pie the Prof” said Chris. “A teacher was asked questions and surrounded by their class and when they got the question wrong. They Pied the Prof” added Sally. To play this we have a real life professor let’s give a warm welcome to Professor Kate Williams.

The leggy TV Historian walked confidently onto the set removing her jacket. “I won’t be needing that but that’s all I’m taking off” she joked. “That’s fine” said Chris and lead her to a chair and requested she sit down. “As we cannot have your pupils on here there is someone who has agreed to help out, the Phantom Flan Flinger” The masked legend walked on with Amber and Maisie on each arm and being the gentleman he is gave them both a pie in the face.

“Long time no see” said Chris the Phantom just looked at him. “You have 60 seconds on Queen Victoria and each question you get right to win one custard pie and one bucket of water. Then you can go for the jackpot question. Kate answered an impressive 12 correct questions as Phantom, Amber, Maisie and Rosamund bought the pies and water on. When the buzzer went Chris asked Kate “Are you going for the jackpot question” “Of course” said a laughing Kate. Well we’ll add another 8 custard pies, 8 buckets of water and two buckets of Mushy Peas to your prize fund” said Chris. “Bring it on yelled” Kate. “When Queen Victoria was born what was the headline on that days Times newspaper” “New Princess born” said Kate shaking her head. “No how could her birth be in the paper if she hadn’t been born yet” said Chris. “Let her have it.” he added as Kate was deluged with her lost prize. She took it in good spirits laughing as she was soaked and her hair destroyed.

Well that is it from Part 2 said Chris as they waved at the camera. Rosamund jumped on Kate’s lap and both shouted “Semolina” and were hit with a bucket each of it.

Stay tuned as Tiswas revival gunges a lady from each country in the UK, the return of Compost Corner, a Girl group singing the Tiswas theme, a rendition of the Bucket of Water song, a lady who was destroyed on the original Tiswas returning for a rematch with the Phantom, Maisie’s million pound surprise and an All Star female version of the Greatest Show On Legs.

Although this story mentions real persons, corporations, TV shows and places, it is purely a work of fiction for personal enjoyment. The story does NOT describe real events and should NOT be taken to accurately portray any real entity mentioned. In keeping with its fictional nature, the events and activities described in the story may not be legal, ethical or safe. This site does NOT endorse or recommend their enactment. This story may contain scenes of nudity and/or a sexual nature. 

Please be advised this story is rather graphic but is purely fictional and should be read in that fashion.

Lockdown was not easy for Cleo Demetriou, she was counting down the days to her 19th birthday when she had intended for her and Flame to surprise and gunge her So Awkward co-stars Sophia Dall’aglio and Ameerah Falzon-Ojo. they had thought it was so funny when she was gunged on Saturday Mash Up she wanted revenge on them. But she also wanted to introduce them to the sensual pleasures of food gunging she was now fixated with.

Cleo had watched Nine and Half Weeks food scene several times and loved playing with ice cubes on her sensitive nipples but however much she tried to pleasure herself she still felt as horny as fuck.

In desperation she called Flame for help. “You are in luck said” Flame “I’m holding a very secret high end fetish party tonight, the girl who was going to help me is in Ireland and cannot get a flight over”. Cleo’s heart began to race, she was excited but also scared. “What if I’m recognised Flame, I’ve got my acting career to think about, this in the press would finish me, they’d think I’m a dirty little slut!” she said “Well you are darling! ” said Flame joking. “No, seriously these guys are very high end top 10% earners, you may not know them but if they were outed for this stocks would crash. Here is the address be there at 7:00pm, I won’t ask you to do anything you aren’t comfortable with, but you must not ask questions and you have to do exactly as I tell you” she added.

Cleo put on this top teamed with a tight pair of white shorts.

Cleo arrived at the place which was a Conference Centre she had passed many times on her way around London. She parked up her Mini Clio and was ushered in by Flame.

Cleo gasped she she saw the outfit flame had on under her coat.

Flame lead her into a Conference Room where there was a table with some food stuffs on it. “We can have a bit of fun beforehand, to relax you and see how comfortable you are before I bring my clients in” said Flame. “Have you ever done anything with eggs?” she asked Cleo. Seeing a basket of eggs Cleo picked two up and smashed them over Flame’s head. “You stupid little bitch” growled Flame “You’ve ruined my hair!” she continued. “You need to leave now” she ordered. “Please no” cried Cleo “I’m so sorry, I’ll do anything to stay” she pleaded.

“Okay, let’s see what you are made of ” said Flame “Get naked and bend over that table” she ordered Cleo. Cleo scrambled to get her clothes off and bent over the table. Flame had taken a plimsoll shoe out of her bag and said to Cleo “Spell out your name!” “C-L-E-O D-E” Cleo said as she winced with pain as Flame smacked her butt cheeks alternatively after Cleo said each letter making them turn a bit red. “This is what I do to discipline naughty boy clients and you’ve been a naughty girl especially as you haven’t spelt out your full name. Now you can start again or leave, it’s your choice” said Flame.

Cleo was now crying with pain and anger “No fuck you, I’m staying C-L-E-O-P-A-T-R-A D-E-M-E-T-R-I-O-U!” she yelled as Flame soundly spanked her cheeks until they were bright red. “Good girl” said Flame “Now go next door and sit in the ice bath” for 10 minutes she added.

Cleo sat shivering in the ice bath for 10 minutes until Flame fetched her. “Good girl” she said “I had to test you as I was worried you’d screw up, it’s not just us two remember” she added. “I understand” said Cleo her teeth still chattering. “Your skin is cleansed and those nipples look fantastic” said Flame taking a towel and gently drying Cleo.

Unbeknown to Cleo a group of 12 men were watching from a double sided mirror room upstairs. “You must be virtually silent now” whispered Flame to Cleo as she gently dried her being very sensual around her vagina lips until Cleo was dry.

“Lie on the table” said Flame softly. Cleo did this as Flame broke a dozen eggs into a tumbler and whisked them up. Flame got a fine brush and gently brushed the egg mixture all over Cleo’s body working her way up from her feet, to her legs, then her arms face, belly, breasts and finally vagina. With each brush becoming more sensual Cleo began to groan with pleasure until she climaxed and Flame brushed that all over her belly button and breasts. “Good girl” she whispered again.

Flame then laid Cleo’s gorgeous hair out behind her on the table and slowly poured raspberry sauce all over it. She then poured custard over Cleo’s face and neck. Cleo gasped as part melted ice cream was poured over her breasts, belly button and vagina. Gravy was poured over each arm and cold soup over each leg. “Lie as still as you can” whispered Flame as she began to kiss Cleo’s erect nipples and used a vibrator on her vagina. Cleo began to get horny again as Flame placed a blindfold on her. Unbeknown to Cleo the Men had now silently joined them in the room. Each were naked and Flame began to suck them off after placing the vibrator in Cleo’s hand.

One by one the men each stood on a chair overlooking the table with their penises pointed at Cleo. Flame navigated amongst the men sucking them off to keep them hard. As Cleo pleasured herself them men one by one shot their load over Cleo’s body. Flame gently rubbed it in before Cleo climaxed once again and Flame gave Cleo a female cum and spunk shampoo as the men silently watched.

The men left the room and Flame hugged Cleo. “You are my young Bukake Queen” she said to her. “That was so sensual” gasped Cleo. “When I was gunged on Saturday Mash Up, I never thought it would lead to this. I’ll be having Splosh Sex next imagine the food and dick inside you!” she said with the horniest look on her face.

“He’d need to wear a condom as we cannot risk STI’s” said Flame although you could go bareback another way and poked the rampant rabbit jokingly at Cleo’s butt hole. “I’ve never even done it up there, I once put a tampon up there in error though” she said. “Well I’ve got a dozen horny guys next door I was going to shag some of them when you’d” gone said Flame. “Could I remove my blindfold” asked Cleo ? “Of course” said Flame “The men have left now” she added looking up at men watching on from the two way mirror. “No if I had food sex with one of them” demanded Cleo.

“I suppose so” said a shocked Flame. “You are really going to do it, have you had an STI test recently?” “Yes I had one when I split up with my last boyfriend in January” said Cleo. “All my clients, have to have a test before every meetup so we are all clean” said Flame. “Let’s fuck with food” demanded Cleo.

“Wait there” said Flame as she went and spoke to the men and drew lots to find the lucky man. Flame returned dimmed the lights and ushered the men in. Cleo suddenly felt vulnerable and covered her boobs and muff with her hands. Flame went over to assure her and said “You can still back out if you want”. “No lets, do it now” said a defiant Cleo”. Which way did you choose” asked Flame putting her arm around her. “Normal with a Condom” said Cleo. “Good girl” said Flame.

Flame sucked the man off and when he was hard Cleo climbed on whilst the other men emptied food over them gravy, baked beans, mushy peas, oxtail soup were plastered mainly over Cleo’s head as she joyfully rode the man. Flame put the man’s hands on Cleo’s breasts as she got hornier and hornier. As the last of the melted ice cream hit Cleo’s face she climaxed yet again and stood up in triumph. The condom had stayed in her and in all the ecstasy she slipped slightly and the man’s erect penis went right up her butt. Cleo gasped but the man reached out and instinctively grabbed her breasts again. In a panic Cleo carried on as yet more food stuff deluged down on them and Flame passionately kissed Cleo. Cleo’s worries about losing her anal sex virginity in such an unexpected fashion gave way to more passion as she really began to enjoy the sensation even if it was a bit painful. Cleo felt a warm sticky sensation up her bum as the man climaxed but continued riding him as she kissed Flame as the last tureen of soup was emptied over them Cleo climaxed yet again.

A warm applause broke out as Cleo climbed off the man and all the men left the room. Cleo even kissed her partner on the cheek as he left. “You shouldn’t have done that” said Flame. “I shouldn’t have done any of this” laughed Cleo. “Will you help with the clearing up ” joked Flame “Why not” said Cleo. After clearing up and on the way they found £5,000 that had been left as a tip from the men. ” I said they were high rollers” said Flame offering Cleo half the money. “I cannot take that” said Cleo. “Look put it towards a new car or something, Cleo in a Mini Clio is so corny” joked Flame and stuck the cash down Cleo’s bra top. “Well with Covid 19, I’m not working and I’ve got rent to pay” said a philosophical Cleo. “Good girl” said Flame kissing her goodbye. “How is your bum now” she joked Flame. “The cheeks or the hole” said Cleo laughing as she climbed into her car but jumped back out as sitting down was still a bit painful. “I’d guess tender, sore, tender working across, sit down slowly” advised Flame. “Okay, I’m fine now” said sitting down very gingerly before driving off and waving bye to Flame.

Although this story mentions real persons, corporations, TV shows and places, it is purely a work of fiction for personal enjoyment. The story does NOT describe real events and should NOT be taken to accurately portray any real entity mentioned. In keeping with its fictional nature, the events and activities described in the story may not be legal, ethical or safe. This site does NOT endorse or recommend its enactment. This story may feature scenes of nudity and/or scenes of a sexual nature. 

The rising sun was just casting its first rays through a gap in the curtains of the master bedroom of a two-bedroom bungalow when the strident tones of a ringing telephone filled the air. A slender bare arm reached out and lifted the receiver, bringing it to the ear of the room’s female occupant. “Hello?!” She asked groggily.

“Lorraine?” it was the voice of her family’s lawyer. “I’ve got something to tell you in person. Mind if I swing by in an hour?”

“Ugh!” groaned Lorraine sleepily. “Sorry, Maria. Sure, that’ll give me enough time to wake up and make some coffee.”

“See you then, sleepyhead!” giggled the cheerful solicitor.

Lorraine Hart glanced at her bedside clock. Who on Earth giggles at seven in the morning? “See you!” she yawned. She hung up with Maria’s laughter ringing in her ears. After wondering about what might be going on for a moment, she rolled out of bed and lazily shook her shoulder-length blonde hair back over her shoulders before slipping into a terry-cloth dressing gown and trudging into her kitchen.

Sleepily, Lorraine filled her coffee machine and flicked it on to brew a pot while tiredly slouching back to her bedroom’s ensuite bathroom. With a twist of the tap, the shower came to life just as she liked the temperature, lukewarm to wash away the last of her slumber.

Dropping her dressing gown on the floor, she stepped under the spray of water and luxuriated in the feel of it sluicing through her hair and down her body. The twenty-eight-year-old blonde picked up her peach-scented shampoo and lathered up her blonde locks. Foamy suds covered each strand of hair as the rich fruity smell seemed to fill the room.

Rinsing the foamy shampoo out, Lorraine grabbed her shower gel and built up a lather over her generously-sized boobs, down her back, over her tight, well-toned stomach, down her long legs and over her pert derriere, a thick layer of suds covering her curves. She smiled to herself, knowing that she had a figure that regularly turned the heads of most men, and some women, whom she passed on the street.

After rinsing away the soap from her skin and towelling herself dry while leaving her hair to drip dry, she changed into her preferred business suit of a figure-hugging black knee-length skirt and jacket over a black corset top and sheer black tights. A wide belt emphasised her waist. She finished her outfit with a  pair of black patent leather high-heeled shoes.

After changing, Lorraine took the pot of coffee and placed it on her small dining table, before pouring herself a cup of the strong bittersweet drink.  This done, she sat down to wait for her upcoming guest after setting the coffee maker to drip out another pot of the dark beverage.

Presently, the doorbell rang and she moved to answer it. Waiting on the porch was a kindly smiling Maria, dressed, as she often was, in a black skirt and a grey satin blouse. Lorraine waved her inside with a welcoming smile of her own. They both were soon sat around the table. Lorraine waited patiently while Maria pulled a number of papers from her briefcase.

Maria smiled kindly at her client and former schoolmate. “I suppose you’re wondering why I needed to call in so early in the morning, Lorraine.”

The blonde woman nodded as she poured the other woman a cup of coffee. “I have to admit I am, Maria,” she replied. “Is something wrong? You’re worrying me with the amount of paperwork you’re laying out.”

Maria’s smile slipped a little. “Lorraine, do you remember you’re uncle Alfred?” she asked sympathetically.

The busty blonde shook her head. “I’m afraid not as well as I’d like,” she replied. “He and Mum had a falling out his airline dream a few years back and  hasn’t been to visit since.”

Maria chuckled. “Funny how you should mention his airline,” she remarked. “And I’m sorry that you have to find out like this. Your uncle passed away a week ago. He had a sudden heart attack.”

Tears welled up in  Lorraine’s eyes. “Oh, no!” she sobbed. “He was such a fun guy when I was little.”

The brown-haired lawyer stood and stepped around the table to give the other woman a comforting hug. “Ssshhh, ” she murmured soothingly. “Just let it out, it’ll be alright.”

Eventually, the blonde’s sobbing stopped and she grabbed a Kleenex to wipe away her tears. She looked speculatively at the other woman. “I’m guessing from all this paperwork that you’re not here just to tell me of my uncle’s death, Maria, ” she commented. “Has something come up?”

“Lorraine, I’m just going to tell it straight, your uncle must have heard about your head for business, ” replied the brunette. “Because he has left you the ownership stake in Hart Airways.”

Lorraine’s jaw dropped. “What?!” Maria can’t be serious!

Maria lightly. “Yeah, you now own Hart Airlines, ” she repeated the relevant information. “If I were you, I’d meet your managers and frontline staff at the airline’s HQ.”

“Yeah, I probably should, ” muttered Lorraine thoughtfully. “Anything I need to know before I do?”

Maria flicked through a few pages of financial records. “Well, the company currently has debts of almost five hundred thousand, ” she explained. “But, that’s mainly due to having a fair few older aircraft types in the fleet, namely eight MD-11s.”

Lorraine flicked through the file on the airline’s fleet and raised an eyebrow. “Blimey!” she exclaimed. “Eight trijets! What are our other birds?”

With Maria sitting beside her now, the blonde debutante aviation tycoon looked through the company’s portfolio. Her eyebrow’s nearly disappeared into her hairline as she turned the page from the old wide-bodies and found a listing of the latest aircraft they had. “A dozen 737s?!” Lorraine whispered in shock. “Eight 747s and five A380s?! I thought this was a small charter airline!”

Maria smiled. “It is quite a large operation considering it was founded only ten years ago,” admitted the solicitor.

Lorraine had turned to the page with the company headquarters’ address written on it. “Ah, I see they still use the same office building,” she pondered aloud. “I wonder does it still have that muddy gravel path between the entrance doors and the car park. Haven’t been there since mum and Uncle Alfred fell out.”

“You won’t know until you go, Lorraine!” laughed Maria, finishing her coffee and standing up. “If you need anything, call me.”

“I will, Maria,” replied the blonde, seeing the other woman to the door.

As the solicitor drove away, Lorraine grabbed her house and car keys from her bedside table and, after locking up, climbed into her Range Rover Sport. Puddles from the previous day’s rainfall lay all around as she drove up the dual carriageway towards the nearby airport. As she drew near and the roar of jet engines began to fill the air she pulled off the road into the car park for her late uncle’s airline’s offices. An Aer Lingus regional jet took off, climbing overhead as she parked her car.

The elegant blonde stepped out of the SUV and nearly laughed when she saw the rain-softened muddy path up to the door. Uncle Alf didn’t upgrade the path so. Warily, she strode up towards the door to the building in question. Two feet from the door, however, she slipped and landed with a splat in a patch of mud. The brackish water soaked her clothes.  With a groan, she stood up and felt the back of her skirt with her hand. The fabric was stained with thick brown mud from her arse to her knees. The mud had also seeped into her stockings and coated them to her ankles.

Sighing with exasperation and knowing that she was not the first, nor would she be the last, that this happened to, she stood up and walked uncomfortably to the door and pushed them open. She knew that she was about to meet the people who had made her uncle’s airline work…

(Will continue in Chapter 2)

Author’s note: Well, here’s something a little bit different from my usual fare. Hope you like it.

In Chapter 2: meeting the crew and taking the company in a new direction.

Little Mix star Perrie Edwards was at home self isolating. She had seen the video of her band mate Leigh Anne mud wrestling in Sammy Winward’s garden before the lockdown. Leigh Anne had been messaging her band mate, suggesting she should get one of her beautiful ball gowns messy too, just as she had done in the mud.

Perrie decided this might be fun and asked her boyfriend Alex which gown she should wear. They opted for a black number that Perrie had worn at a recent charity event.

Perrie put the gown on and Alex started filming. The post went live on Perrie’s social media page.

“Hi everyone, hope you’re all doing ok. So you might have seen Leigh Anne getting her lovely Brit Awards dress messy. We thought it would be a good idea if I did the same. All you have to do is comment below with how you would like to see me and this beautiful gown get destroyed!”

Perrie blew a kiss and the video was stopped.

She giggled nervously. “I can’t believe I’ve agreed to do this”, she said to Alex.

“No, me neither”, he replied, grinning broadly.

“No we’ve just got to wait for comments”, Perrie said. “I guess we could leave it until the weekend”.

Perrie went to get change and hung the dress up again, knowing the next time she wore it, she’d get covered in mess. She giggled again, and Alex still couldn’t quite believe what was happening. This was going to be fun.

So, there you have it, the trend has started for the ball gown challenge. Suggestions please for what Miss Edwards is to get up to at the weekend.

Although this story mentions real persons, corporations, TV shows and places, it is purely a work of fiction for personal enjoyment. The story does NOT describe real events and should NOT be taken to accurately portray any real entity mentioned. In keeping with its fictional nature, the events and activities described in the story may not be legal, ethical or safe. This site does NOT endorse or recommend their enactment. This story may contain scenes of nudity and/or a sexual nature. 

“Welcome back to the Tiswas/OTT Charity revival” said Chris Tarrant now in Victorian bathing outfit. “Maisie and Amber are taking a bit of a breather but they’ll be back soon” he said as the food covered and bikini clad Maisie Smith and Amber Gill wave to the camera and push they ample cleavages up.

“Also here is Rosamund Pike, she has been raising loads of money for us and is an amazing sport” said Chris as the semolina covered Rosamund splodges on. “Have you anything to say Rosamund?” asked Chris. “Semolina, Semolina,Semolina, Semolina, Semolina, and a big bucket of baked beans” says a grinning Rosamund as she stands there with her hands and and takes the latest deluge on the body and face.

Her top is now completely destroyed. “I might as well remove this she says” to cheers and a cry of “Show us your tit” from the topless thong wearing Thandie Newton she is stood nearby and again flashes her fantastic breasts at the camera to a huge cheer.

Rosamund is now in a strapless bra and knickers. The bra can barely contain her sizeable breasts. “They’ll be coming out in due course Newton don’t worry” shouts back Rosamund cupping her Semolina covered bra. “I’ll make do with these” jokes Thandie cupping her own breasts and grabbing hold of Katie Thistleton who is stood next to her again only in a thong and plays with her breasts so the camera. “Get off” pleads Katie Thistleton. “Great idea Katie” says Thandie and pulls Katie’s thong down for everyone to see a rather dark muff. “Not a natural blonde then” cries Thandie with laughter.

Katie stumbles forward trying to pull her thong back up put slips on the messy floor with her legs akimbo and for everyone to see. Rosamund slides in and pretends to lick her muff but shouts “Semolina, Semolina, Semolina”. To Katie’s horror 3 buckets of semolina rain down on Rosamund’s head and Katie’s muff. Rosamund in hysterics helps Katie pull her thong back up and get to her feet. Rosamund puts an arm around Katie and Thandie goes over to hug her as they can see she is upset.

“They have seen everything” she wailed. “They’ll see everything from us two later” promises Thandie “And a lot more, Don’t think that me and Newton aren’t going to make this totally X-Rated” said Rosamund. “Look you’ve got pretty good tits too ” said Thandie trying to cheer Katie up. “We are only messing with you” said Rosamund. “I’m 47 and got 3 kids, my oldest is nearly 20. He’s probably mortified to see his mum getting gunged and flashing her still impressive even if I say so myself tits on TV, but it’s for a good cause so I don’t care” said Thandie. “You think up a dare for us to do in the next part and tell Thandie and we’ll do it as a surprise to Chris” absolutely anything however naughty” said Rosamund. “The naughtier the better” added Thandie with a wicked glint in her ete.

Katie although totally humiliated took solace in what the two A-Listers had said. If they were prepared to be humiliated what really vicious but fun thing could she think up for them to do. Also their careers were much more higher profile than hers and if they were game to do this then maybe she should lighten up a bit.

Meanwhile Chris had announced that the running total was £450k. Thandie ran on and flashed her tits again and without thinking Katie did the same. “Good girl” said Thandie. Katie smiled and whispered something in Thandie’s ear. Thandie was shocked but then said “I’ll do it, just tell Rosamund”. “I will said” a now grinning Katie.

Chris welcomed back Amber Gill and Maisie Smith. “Are you going to ask for a custard pie” he said to Maisie “Do you think I’m thick, If I ask for one I’ll get one” she replied “Well thought out” said Chris patting her sodden head. “I’ll have two custard pies” said Maisie and the Phantom appeared and planted a pie sandwich in her hair and face. “I should have just asked for one pie then ” said Maisie. “Okay” said Chris putting another pie in her face. “What about you Amber?” he said turning to her. “I’m not falling for that one said Amber looking at Maisie wiping her eyes and ringing her now matted hair out. “I really like part melted raspberry ripple ice cream” she added. Suddenly a bucket of cold semi melted raspberry ripple ice cream was dumped over her head flattening her already destroyed afro more and running down her bikini clad body. Maisie playfully began to lick the ice cream off Amber;s cleavage.

“Anyway we are here to reveal Maisie’s million pound challenge” said Chris. “Reciting the alphabet” shouted i Thandie, the camera panned across to her and she flashed her breasts to the camera again. “Closing her legs! Semolina” shouted Rosamund as she took the 38th bucket of Semolina and maybe 32nd directly on her. “Not that far off actually” said Maisie laughing at the good natured bantering that she wasn’t the sharpest tool in the box. “I’ll do the splits into a giant cream cake and these babies will come out ” she said jiggling her huge breasts. “And for two million pounds I’ll do it again totally naked , get my tuppence out” she added. “More like a cash dispenser” a now confident Katie Thistleton shouted over playing with her breasts and mock kissing Thandie when the camera panned over to her.

“As you know the finale will be the Greatest Show On Legs” said Chris and if we reach £3million can you confirm you’ll strip off and do it ladies?” Amber “yes”. Maisie” I’m confused” Rosamund “Of course Semolina” got hit with bucket number 39. “Thandie dropping her thong to reveal a neatly trimmed bush” briefly, Katie – pausing for a second looked at Thandie who whispered ” I’ve agreed to go to extremes” to her. “Yes” shouted Katie jumping up and down so her breasts and belly wobbled. “Good sport, you are enjoying this now aren’t you” said Thandie off camera. “Well you’d have volunteered me anyway if I hadn’t” said a smiling Katie. “I must say this is quite liberating and fun” she added as she passed Thandie a bottle of water. “Remember to drink lots of this” she added. “Will do” said Thandie. “Good girl” said Kate mockingly and smacked Thandie’s splosh covered bum as the girls fist bumped.

Chris Tarrant welcomed Homes Under The Hammer star Martel Maxwell representing Scotland. Martell walked in with a cloak around her but opened it to display this outfit to warm applause.

“Good to see you have made the effort” said Chris “Well I wore it for a Moon Walk a few years back and as I’m probably going to get messy I thought why not wear less as it’s easier to clean up afterwards and it gives the guys a treat” She said shaking her jewelled bra at the camera. “We’ve got a moon over here” Thandie shouted as she dropped her Thong and mooned the camera. “And over here” shouted Amber doing the same to much laughter.

“Anyway you are on Homes under the Hammer sorry Homes under the Ham and Pea Soup Hammer” said Chris as he emptied a bucket of Ham and Pea soup over Martell’s head. “Is it going to be like that” said a laughing Martell wiping her eyes. “You might as well empty a load of jelly over me as I’ve got a bit of a jelly belly she said wobbling her belly or white sauce as I’m a bit white. “We aim to please said Chris as a bucket of runny jelly and a bucket of white sauce were emptied over Martell’s head. The now covered Martell rang out her now destroyed auburn hair in fits of giggles.

“Anyway what was your big gunging surprise you have for us” said Chris. “Well you know us Scots like our porridge so I’ll lie in a bath and have a portable cement mixture of porridge poured over me” said Martell to loud applause. Amber and Maisie wheeled on the bath as Professor Kate Williams wheeled on the cement mixer. “Where have you been Kate? asked Chris. “Helping on the phone lines, they are jammed said Kate as a bucket of jam was poured over her head.

“Thank you ladies” said Chris as the 3 splodged off. “Any last requests” said Chris as Martell climbed into the bath and braced herself. “Is it cold? ” asked Martell. “Freezing replied Chris” dipping his finger in the cement mixer. “Great” said a laughing Martell as Chris emptied 45 litres of cold thick porridge over Martell. The shock and volume of the deluge took her breath away but to rapturous applause she emerged totally covered and began bathing in the porridge and to even wilder applause took off her bra top and threw it on the floor.

“I wonder what goes with porridge” asked Chris before he could answer Rosamund dived into the bath alongside Martell and they both yelled “Semolina, Semolina, Semolina, Semolina, Semolina, Semolina” as 6 buckets of Semolina rained down on them. Katie Thistleton suddenly appeared making a drive for Martell’s bra. Seeing this and thinking she was being a spoilsport again Rosamund dragged her into the bath of porridge and semolina. But it was a ruse for Katie to tell Rosamund the dare she wanted her and Thandie to do. As Katie whispered it into Rosamund’s semolina covered ear, Rosamund tried to wipe as much much out as she could so she hear her. Finally she heard the dare “That is totally filthy and depraved” she said “Of course I’ll do it” she said hugging Katie who now felt part of the team.

“These girls are getting of of control” said Chris “Rosamund, Katie, Martell and especially you Thandie” in THE CAGE now. The legendary Tiswas cage was wheeled on and the 4 slowly sploshed into it. 10 buckets of water were lined up in front of the cage. “Let’s go old school” said Chris as he hurled the water at the girls “This is what they want” he shouted to huge applause. The girls stuck out their tongues and shouted back “A huge throbbing cock” to This is what they want. “Look up girls” shouted Chris as a trough of ice cold water emptied over their heads. Martell’s breasts were now clear to see as the girls mock washed and made out with each other as the camera panned away from them.

We have another Scot here today said Chris introducing former Liberal Democrat leader Joe Swinson.

Jo walked on to a slightly muted applause. “Hi Je” said Chris “What do you make of this so far?” he asked. “Well as a feminist I find it disgusting and degrading to these women” said Jo to loud boos. “Really, I’m sorry” said a worried Chris. “As a feminist, I think that all women have the right to be gunged and display their bodies even mine if I have a wee belly” said Jo lifting her top to flash her ample bust in a white bra and a bit of a wee belly to warm applause.

“I turned 40 recently and I never knew what Tiswas was “she said but now “I’m here to damn well find out” she shouted to now thunderous applause. “You lost your seat at the last election so let’s see how long you can remain in your seat as you play Tiswas Tickler Time” said Chris.

Jo was led to a chair and desk and given a laminated piece of paper. “Read for as long as you can” said Chris. “My name is Jo Swinson, I was the former leader of the Liberal Democrats but now I’m a great sport playing Tiswas Tickler Time as Wind Machines, Water hoses, old fire extinguishers are turned on me” she said. Suddenly the deluge began. “You may think that MOM Thank You Desk was original but it all started with Tiswas Tickler Time” she continued as she was soaked, covered in foam and nearly blown off her seat. “Now I’ve agreed to be covered with 8 custard pies, two buckets of gravy, a bag of feathers and take my bra off under my top” she continued. Gamely as she has hit by this onslaught by Chris, Phantom, Amber and Maisie she got her bra off whilst maintaining her modesty. The wind machine and water hoses knocked Amber and Maisie in their high heels off their feet and there was much hilarity as they struggled to get up and kept slipping over again. Jo continued “By doing this you have helped add £50,000 to the total, how much would it need for-you-to-take-your-top off! Jo stopped dead and then yelled £3.5 million” to huge applause. She continued “You have now passed Tiswas Tickler Time to celebrate please accept 100 gallons of ice cold water from above!”. As she finished the water crashed down on her and Jo was knocked out of her seat.

With her nipples showing through her drenched top clinging to her body to was cheered as she rejoined Chris still holding her bra. “What are you going to do with that” asked Chris pointing to the bra. “This” said Jo throwing it away to more cheers. “Let’s get to £3.5 million and these bad boys” come out she joked pointing her nipples at Chris.

“Huge thanks to Jo Swinson” said Chris. “Where do I go now over there pointing to the cage?” asked Jo. “If you want said Chris” as to more cheers Jo joined Martell, Katie, Rosamund and Thandie in the cage. The girls jokingly tweaked Jo’s pokies as they hugged her and welcomed her to the cage.

I can now tell you that the running total is £602.467″ said Chris., Amber and Maisie waived to the camera whilst lead by Rosamund each girl in the cage yelled Semolina 3 times so a trough of Semolina was emptied over them.

Join us back soon for part 4 when we’ll have female stars from Northern Ireland and Wales getting messy. and maybe including a classic Tiswas song. Possibly Maisie’s £1 million pound challenge and many more surprises” said Chris signing off.

Further episodes will include a literal poetry reading by Corrie actress Ruxandra Porojnicu, Channel 4 News Presenter Cathy Newman showing a naughty side, the Torture Wheel, the return of Compost Corner, News at Den, Spit the Dog, the Greatest Show on Legs and just what naughty depravity has Katie bet Thandie and Rosamund to do.?

Although this story mentions real persons, corporations, TV shows and places, it is purely a work of fiction for personal enjoyment. The story does NOT describe real events and should NOT be taken to accurately portray any real entity mentioned. In keeping with its fictional nature, the events and activities described in the story may not be legal, ethical or safe. This site does NOT endorse or recommend their enactment. This story may contain scenes of nudity and/or a sexual nature. 

Chris Tarrant here with an exclusive chance for you to influence the rest of the Tiswas/OTT Charity Revival unless Thandie Newton and Rosamund Pike’s antics get us thrown off air.

I’ve got one Northern Ireland Female Celeb lined up to play a game of Gunge Jeopardy but who joins her. The lady who I have especially chosen has never done anything like this before and will surprise you she has agreed to appear. Who goes up against her?

BBC Sport’s Holly Hamilton

ITV’s Christine Lampard

Or Derry Girl’s clockwise from top Louisa Harland, Saoirse-Monica Jackson, Lee O’Donnell and Nicola Coughlan.

All these 6 young ladies are champing at the bit to get naughty and possibly lose an item of clothing or two. So it’s up to you to decide?

The manic Den Hegarty who I never worked with on Tiswas will be returning to oversee a special edition of News at Den. Which two female newsreaders do you want to see behind the desk and probably a lot more of too?

Den assures me he has 3 cracking candidates lined up to read the weather report already.

The great Sally James can only join us by video link but which current or even former UK star do you want to put on her famous waistcoat and hot pants although the waistcoat may well come off in due course.

The great now Sir Lenny Henry will return once again to impersonate the now sadly late Dr David Bellamy so which UK female do you want stood in the bucket and to be subjected to ridicule and much worse in Compost Corner.

Finally Crossroads was the bane of our lives for many years and now the Midlands has Doctors as a daytime soap do you want Crossroads revival stars Emma Noble and Freema Agyeman or Doctors cast members Laura Rollins and Elisabeth Dermot Walsh to join us.

Emma hasn’t been on TV for a while so who knows what she might do to steal the limelight. She has said she sees a lot of her younger self in my Tiswas/OTT assistant Maisie Smith. So what might those two do together?

I’ve met Laura and Elisabeth at a number of Midlands Charity events over the years and they are a scream. Elisabeth has promised to wear the above outfit and her exact words were “It will fill up nicely”. Elisabeth was originally down in the list of Irish actresses but got herself moved across as she is desperate to appear and this improves her chances.

Please add your choices/votes below. Most popular will obviously win all named categories. Other categories should follow this but if someone who we already have lined up as a guest is suggested then next name will be chosen. This will be highlighted when relevant part goes live. In the event of a tie most original suggestion will be chosen. No-one who is already appearing in Tiswas/OTT revival can be voted for either.

Finally I’m delighted to announce Tiswas/OTT will be returning for a new series soon now called Totty it will be presented by Maisie Smith, Amber Gill and Katie Thistleton. It will be Executive Produced by myself, Rosamund Pike and Thandie Newton who have said they will both appear in some tapped inserts.

Just to let you know that upcoming stories include Oh Dear Eilidh when BBC Sport’s Eilidh experiences so embarrassment and mess at the hands of and with England Footballers Steph Houghton and Toni Duggan.

Also we know what an innocent gunging did to Cleo Demetriou what will happen when she and BFF Flame surprise fellow So Awkward cast members Sophia Dall’aglio and Ameerah Falzon-Ojo at Cleo’s 19th Birthday Party Next Month. It may have to be by Skype but Cleo and Flame will figure it out.

Finally Youtubers Olivia Grace and Lovevie were also gunged on Saturday Mash Up. Now both are 18 and have heard rumours about Cleo loving her gunging and looking into it. What will happen when these two decide to experiment in the privacy of their flat.

Although this story mentions real persons, corporations, TV shows and places, it is purely a work of fiction for personal enjoyment. The story does NOT describe real events and should NOT be taken to accurately portray any real entity mentioned. In keeping with its fictional nature, the events and activities described in the story may not be legal, ethical or safe. This site does NOT endorse or recommend their enactment. This story may contain scenes of nudity and/or a sexual nature. 

Chris Tarrant was now in Union Jack shorts and a classic Tiswas T-Shirt. “Welcome back to Tiswas/OTT Charity Revival” he said. Amber Gill, Maisie Smith and Prof Kate Williams waved at the camera from the side of the studio. Whilst in the cage Thandie Newton, Kate Thistleton and Rosamund Pike gyrated in an X-Rated fashion against the side of the front of the cage whilst Jo Swinson and Martell Maxwell just looked on and smiled.

During the break all the girls had left the cage for comfort breaks apart from Thandie who said she was fine and just asked for another bottle of water. “You’ll pee yourself” if you’re not careful Jo Swinson had said. Thandie just smiled back and Katie winked at her. Rosamund was certainly something else she’d bought ice cubes back to the cage for all the girls to make their nipples look really pert. Martell, Katie and Thandie all applied them even Jo sneaked a couple under her top.

Rosamund had also spoken to Amber who said that Maisie was a bit upset that the other girls were implying she was stupid and she was nervous about taking her bikini top off when she did the splits into a giant cream cake off if a million pounds was reached. “We think Maisie is incredible, the idea of doing the splits topless into a giant cream cake is so original and sexy. Plus it would be great if she then did it naked at £2 million.Imagine the cream going into her and her innocent reaction. It will be hilarious said Rosamund. “Maisie has also heard that you, Thandie and Katie have planned something gross that will upstage her” added Amber. “We have got something planned and it might get us thrown off the air” said Rosamund. “But this part is all about Maisie and building her up for her big moment, we’ll do the same for you in Part 5” she added. “Just don’t tell her, go along with what we do and we’ll make both of you even bigger stars” she said as she hugged Amber and went back to the cage.

Chris called Rosamund out of the cage “We’ve run out of Semolina” he said. “Fuck I wanted to clean Daniel Craig out” she joked. “How much was it for a custard pie” she asked Chris. “£250” said Chris. “Give me 50 then” said Rosamund and sat down on a chair on the set. Chris, all the girls and the Phantom covered Rosamund with the 50 pies. Mainly to her head and face. It was the biggest Tiswas pieing since Sheena Easton in 1981. When Maisie pied Rosamund she did it really hard and muttered “That That”. “Good Girl” spluttered Rosamund back at her under the deluge.

At the end of the pieing Rosamund stood up put fell over as she was still wearing high heels. “Maisie, can you help me” she shouted. Maisie tottered onto the stage still in her heels and Rosamund pulled her over to and began rolling around and play fighting her. “Get off” said Maisie as Rosamund stuck some pie cream down the back of her bikini bottoms. “Stick some down my fanny” whispered Rosamund. “With pleasure” replied Maisie and stuck a big dollop right inside Rosamund’s sodden knickers. It made Rosamund’s eyes water. “Great stuff” she whispered to Maisie. “Now get up and just stand there holding my hand” she added.

They struggled up to much laughter. “You two are something” said Chris in hysterics. “I hope we see those two soon” said Rosamund pointing at Maisie’s incredible breasts. “Well the running total now is £677,654” said Chris. Both girls applauded, “We want to see Maisie to the splits in the giant cream cake this part don’t we folks” Rosamund screamed into Chris’s mic. “I suppose so” said Maisie as the audience cheered loudly. “Now after custard pies, we need some water, hopefully ice cold” said Rosamund as about 20 gallons of water hit Rosamund and Maisie from overhead. “What did you do that for” shivered Maisie. “To get those tits rock hard for their big moment” whispered Rosamund.

“Ladies and gentlemen let’s have a big cheer for Maisie Smith, she may wonder how she can cross a road, but she is a great sport and we wani to see those fantastic tits so let’s reach £1 million, Maisie, Maisie, Maisie, Maisie” she shouted. The audience chanted Maisie’s name as she slopped off to huge applause. Maisie was unsure what to think Rosamund had tried to make her look stupid, had pulled her over, got her soaked but she was also bigging her up and getting the audience to chant her name was a fantastic feeling.

Back on stage Rosamund said to Chris “Let’s get these bad boys out” and pointed to her sodden bra. “What is the most extreme thing I could be covered in” she added with that wicked grin. “Thandie’s cum” shouted Maisie instinctively to huge laughter then she realized what she had said. Looking across at Thandie she saw her sticking her fingers inside her thong and jokingly begin to pleasure herself. Again this made her feel good.

“You could collect it in a bucket” chipped in Katie to much laughter “And no-ones’ got a bigger bucket than me” shouted Thandie. “Mine is quite impressive” shouted Martell. “No comment” said Jo Swinson to whose dismay Katie started a chant of “Swinson’s bucket” which lead onto “Thistleton’s bucket” and then onto “Maisie’s Bucket”. “They aren’t chanting about you” Maisie said to Amber. “I’m not jealous” said Amber “They did it about Jo, then Katie then they took it onto you” she said. “Exactly”said Maisie “They are ridiculing me.” she added. “No it’s because they like you and think you’re a good sport” reassured Amber.

The chant had now gone onto “Thandie’s bucket” and she was threatening to drop her thong and leading the chant along. “Look at her, she’s 47, 3 kids, on $250K per episode of Westworld yet is having a scream here” said Amber. “You are right said Maisie, I may not be the brightest person out and the other girls are teasing me a bit, but Rosamund and Thandie are A-Listers, Katie hated being gunged before tonight but we are just having fun” she said definately.

The chant had now gone onto “Rosamund’s bucket smells of fish” Rosamund was laughing her head off and smiled across to Maisie giving her a big thumbs up. Maisie gave her one back and yelled “Smelly Tuna”. “Come back here Maisie” shouted Rosamund. Maisie walked back onto the stage and Rosamund hugged her. “Tell everyone what my bucket smells of” she ordered. “Really Rancid, Smelly Tuna” said Maisie. “Well have a sniff” said Rosamund pushing Maisie’s head into her crotch. It did smell mainly of Semolina but Maisie mock gagged and pretended to faint. “Good stuff” whispered Rosamund.

“Now I want Maisie to remove my bra” said Rosamund. Maisie’s fingers were sticky but she got it off. Rosamund displayed her impressive tits to great cheers as she and Maisie took a mock bow. “Just one more thing what did you want to be gunged with” asked Chris. “Buffalo Semom” yelled Rosamund as a couple of gallons of sticky buffalo cum cascaded onto Maisie and Rosamund. Maisie began to wretch. “Rub it into my tits” said Rosamund as Maisie instinctively did so and the two girls mock shampooed each other. “Her tits are coming next let’s reach a million” said Rosamund as she rubbed the cum into Maisie’s breasts.

“Two incredible ladies Oscar Nominee Rosamund Pike and our own little sweetheart Maisie Smith” said Chris as they left the stage to rapturous cheers. Off camera wiping some buffalo cum out of her eyes Rosamund said to Maisie “You were incredible”. “So are all the girls especially you and Thandie, thank you so much, I know I’m not that bright but you have all made me feel welcome and the people really seem to like me” said Maisie hugging Rosamund. “Stay exactly how you are and prepare to flash those amazing tits, I’ve got to get back to the cage to have more fun with Thandie, we are going to do —-” said Rosamund whispering the plan to Maisie. “That is filthy” shrieked Maisie “But it will be hilarious” she added. Amber hi-fived Maisie “They love you really” I told you. “I know” said Maisie getting emotional, “I’m covered in Buffalo cum, going to get my tits out on national TV doing the splits into a giant cream cake but I’ve never felt happier” she said wiping a dollop of cum from her nose as her and Amber burst into giggles.

Meanwhile back on stage Chris welcomed representing Wales in the Home Nations Gunging Challenge Welsh Soprano Katherine Jenkins. She shimmied on wearing a belly dancers outfit.

“Hi Katherine” said Chris. “Nice outfit he” added. “Well I wore this when I was on Dancing With The Stars back in 2012 and as I turn 40 this year and have had two children. I thought why not see if I can still get into it” she said doing some sexy shimmies to warm applause. “Plus I’m likely to get messy and it gives the lads a treat she added, now can I meet the Phantom Flan Flinger” she said. The Phantom appeared and put a pie smash in her face. “I love your accent when you say that, could you sing it” please. “Katherine did an operatic “Phantom Flan Flinger” and got another pie in the face. “You need to stop saying that” said Chris. “What Phantom Flan Flinger” said a giggling Katherine as she took a 3rd pie this time on the top of the head.

“Come here Amber, you need to watch and learn from this Katherine” said Chris. Amber cartwheeled on to warm applause. “What must Katherine not say” Chris asked her. “Phantom Flan Flinger” said Amber who got a pie in the face. “What should I say? said Katherine. There were expletive suggestions from Thandie, Katie and Rosamund in the cage who were rubbing their tits together. “Try Rice Pudding” said Amber who got a bucket of it dumped over her head. “I prefer Cold Turkey Gravy, Cold Turkey Gravy” sang Katherine and had two buckets of it dumped over her head making bra top move down lower.

“Thank you Amber” said Chris. “Now are you ready to get messy” he said to Katherine. ” I already am” she replied struggling to keep a straight face and shaking the gravy off her. “This is as much fun as when Prince Philip made a joke about my boyos at Epsom Racecourse a few years ago” she added looking down at her bust. I’ve got a couple of Royals here who want to say thanks to everyone in this troubled time. To gasps William and Catherine walked onto the stage.

“Your Royal Highnesses” said Chris. “Just call us William and Katherine” Ssaid William. “I say this is a jolly good show, everyone is having great fun, is that Thandie Newton and Rosamund Pike over there?” he said noticing the naughty duo making rude gestures at him. “My god most of them are topless in the cage” said Kate in shock. “Yes looks like they are having a real scream, I might go and join them” said William. “No you won’t” said Kate. “Now who was it you told me to ask to meet, the Phantom Flan Flinger?” she fatally added. The Phantom appeared and put a custard pie right into Kate’s face. “My god” she screamed. “You mentioned him” said William in hysterics. “You set me up!” yelled Kate. “Well don’t mention him” said Chris cheekily. “Yes, remember not to say his name, the one I told you to say” added William. “What was the name Kate?” Chris asked setting her up perfectly. “I’m not to mention the Phantom Flan Flinger” said Kate suddenly realising she’d been set up as she took a second custard pie in the face.

“What will the Family” think she hissed to William wiping her eyes but still trying to retain composure. “Yours or mine?” he joked.

Sally James chimed in via Video Link Up “Hi William, Hi Katherines, good to see both ladies getting messy and being up for fun”. “Hi Sal” said William my Uncle Andrew always liked you and he said he had a signed photo of you dressed as a school girl in his bunk during the Falklands War” he added. “Hope we see him about soon” joked Sally. “Maybe” said William with a grin. “How gross” Kate was heard to matter. Hearing that Sally said “Now who aren’t you supposed to mention” said Sally. “I’m not falling for that”said Kate “Ask Maisie instead” she said.

“Can we meet Maisie, I want to wish her all the best with her £1 million challenge” said William. “I bet you do, look at my jacket, I need this cleaned” said Kate taking it off and handing it to one of their security team. “You can stand down guys” said William as their security guys walked out of the studio. Maisie had now tottered on in her heels and did a curtsy to William and Kate but fell over and took Kate down with her. Kate struggled to get up but as Maisie tried to help her she got more gunk off her. “What is that” said looking at some gloop on her top. “Buffalo semen why” said Maisie. “Buffalo semen” exploded Kate “This top cost £500” she ranted. “I still cannot remember the name you didn’t want to say” said Maisie. “The Phantom Flan Flinger” screamed Kate. Suddenly as she was hit square in the face with a 3rd custard pie she had to admit “You got me there Maisie”. “Not as stupid as I look” smiled Maisie.

“Are we going to do anything here or can we leave” Kate asked William. “Do you want to take part” Chris asked a shocked Kate. She swallowed hard and tried to stammer out an answer. “She’d love to ” said William gently pushing Kate forward. “What about me?” said Katherine Jenkins. “She can take my place” said Kate with sudden enthusiasm. “Well Katherine Jenkins was going to do a magic trick with old Tiswas favourite Wizard Clive Webb or we have a rendition of The Bucket of Water Song coming up” said Chris. “I’ll do the magic trick” said Kate thinking if she did the song she was sure to get soaked. Doing a magic trick might result in another custard pie or two but she’d take that over being drenched.

“Why are women only getting messy on here?” Kate asked. “The women had their own show last night” said Chris. “Yes Harry dialed in and took part” said William. “I never knew he’d got a tattoo there” shouted Katie as Thandie licked her boobs. “God let’s get this over with” pleaded Kate.

“Please welcome Wizard Webb” said Chris as Clive Webb wandered onto the set.

“He looks like a mad man” said Kate. “He is” joked Chris. Clive took Kate’s hand and said “Don’t worry you won’t get messy”. This reassured Kate. Clive did a few slight of hand tricks around Kate and then asked for one of her rings. “These are priceless” said Kate. “On my lad’s life you’ll get it back in one minute” he whispered. He hadn’t embarrassed Kate yet and she thought doing this proved she was a good sport and the PR would be good.

Clive made the ring disappear and then announced “I’ll make it reappear, you ask how, you ask how, well via Katherine’s belly button is how” “You’ll need to lift your top up a bit, we need to see your belly button, he whispered to” Kate. “I’m not showing my belly button on National TV” said Kate realising now why Katherine Jenkins had turned up wearing a belly dancer’s outfit . “You’ve never worn a bikini then” said Clive trying to save the trick. Reluctantly Kate lifted her top up to reveal a very well toned stomach.

“Check out her highnesses belly button” shouted Rosamund. “Bet it has blue blooded fluff” shouted Katie. “Bet you’ve filled that a few times Wills” shouted Thandie. Kate stood there uncomfortably with her belly button on display. But Clive made the ring reappear and gave it back to a grateful Kate who relieved dropped her top back down. “Alazam, Alakazoo, now for the the big finish” announced Wizard Webb and let off a flash spark. Kate jumped and suddenly she felt rather free and looked across in horror to see Wizard Webb holding her bra. “Ohh sorry” said Clive. “I’ll get it put back on”. “Don’t you dare touch me or you’ll be done for treason” hissed Kate. “Let them swing free” shouted Rosamund shaking her breasts as Thandie, Martell and Katie did the same in the Cage.

“Alazakat put her bra back” shouted Wizard Webb letting off another spark which caused Kate’s bra to go up in flames. Maisie who had been put in charge of the the stunts big finale which was due to be a deluge of water crashing down on Clive and his assistant. “She read the autocue slowly soak Clive and Katherine ( which was there to indicate) Katherine Jenkins so hit the button and water crashed down on Clive and Kate. In horror Kate realised that her top was sheer against her body and her nipples could be on show. “Please cover me” she pleaded anything, meekly crying “Semolina”.

Rosamund ran over to Kate and asked “Are you okay”. “Well apart from being soaked and having my nipples on show if I get up” said Kate. “Well serves you right, for being so hoity toity” said Rosamund. “Just get me Will’s jacket” said Kate. “If a woman puts clothing back on during this show then the charity loses 250k” said Rosamund. “I don’t care, Charles will pay it for us” said Kate. “Imagine the negative publicity” said Rosamund. “How can we get out of this and maintain my modesty” pleaded Kate. “Do exactly as I say” said Rosamund.

Clive Webb had got back to his feet and the audience had stopped laughing as the camera panned back on a crouching Kate and Rosamund. “I’d love a bucket of black treacle” said Rosamund and poked Kate. “I’d like one too please” said Kate to wild applause. Chris and William dumped a bucket of black treacle over Rosamund and Kate’s head respectively. “Rub it into your top and tie it up to look like a crop top, that way it won’t he so clingy on you” Rosamund said. Kate couldn’t believe she was doing this but saw Rosamund’s logic so put her belly button on display again. Rosamund playfully rubbed some of the treacle into Kate’s belly button as it had slowly run down her hair and face, totally destroying her but covering her modesty. “Reminds me of when Pippa and I” said Kate stopping suddenly. “Rub it into my boobs that’s a good Duchess, then get up take a bow and we can get you off ” whispered Rosamund. “Thank you” said Kate squeezing Rosamund’s hand in appreciation.

“Please thank Wizard Webb , Rosamund Pike and the incredible sport that is Katherine – Duchess of Cambridge” said Chris as all 3 took their bows. Kate took William’s hand and said “We need to go”. “I’ve been sponsored 100k to go in the cage” said William waiving over the the rabid mob in there. “You aren’t going in there with topless women” said Kate. “Well come in with me” said William. “I’m going in there with or without you” he added again waving at Martell, Katie and Thandie who were all cupping their boobd and licking their lips. “I’ll take care of you Katherine and the girls will respect William, you might get an odd bucket of water but stand behind me and you’ll be okay” said Rosamund.

“Chris, we have been sponsored 100k to go in the cage” announced William. The audience broke out into thunderous cheers as William and Kate holding Rosamund’s hand entered the cage. As Chris linked to the charity appeal film, the cage was eerily quiet. “What would you children think of seeing you like this” Jo asked Kate breaking the ice. “They would probably say mummy gunged” said Kate smiling for the first time that night. “Great stomach too Katherine” said Martell complimenting Kate. “Your’s is nice and natural too” said Kate. “Oh a few wee wobbly bits but 43 and 3 kids” I’m doing well. “41 and two kids” said Rosamund. “47 and 3 kids said Thandie”. “Well 38 and 3 kids” said Kate ” but the rest of me isn’t like you rest assured and you won’t be seeing it either” she joked to laughter. “See we can have fun, just be friendly and forget that a lot of us are nearly naked and we are all covered in gunge” said Rosamund. “Thanks” said Kate who shuffled to the back of the cage to chat to Jo Swinson.

Chris now dressed in a sowester welcomed everyone back and announced the total as £929,674. “Nearly there folks another 70 odd grand and our little cockney Angel Maisie Smith will be getting these bad boys out and doing the splits into a great cream cake” he announced. As the camera cut to Maisie teasing undoing her bikini top and jiggling her massive breasts to the camera still covered in goodness knows what from earlier tonight.

“Lets reunite The Four Bucketeers, here is Bob Carolgees” said Chris as Bob walked onto a huge cheer.

“Cannot believe it was 40 years ago we made that record” said Bob. “Where is the Spit” asked Chris. “I think he was somewhere near the cage, probably the smell of Rosamund’s fanny, attracted him” he replied to roars of laughter. “Does he like rancid fish” shouted Rosamund mock fingering herself. Kate looked on in disgust. “Just go with it ” reminded Rosamund.

They video linked into Sally James and then introduced via video link John Gorman

“I’m afraid I’ve lost my matinee idol looks”joked John. “Great to see you John” said Bob who had now put on his sowester. “How are you John” asked Chris. “I’m good, just being careful as I’m 84 years old now, I had to look away at some of Rosamund and Thandie’s antics” he said. “You’d go with a smile on your face” shouted Thandie as the girls who were topless in the cage cupped their breasts and shouted “Hi John”. “Heya John” shouted Kate. “Your majesties” said John bowing. “That’s more like it” Rosamund whispered to Kate.

Bob and Chris looked at the cage and said “This is what they want” unleashing 10 buckets of water at the cage occupants. Kate stayed behind Rosamund but then turned her back to the water and wiggled her bum to the camera as the water hit her back. “I’m okay that way round” joked Kate. “Just have some fun” Martell offered up.

The original bucket of water song was shown

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NnPYmT6N69c

Katherine Jenkins was welcomed back on. “But we need a 4th person on stage” said Chris. The chant went up “Wills, Wills, Wills”. Kate looked horrified but when William said “Take care of her Rosamund” when he left the cage she began to relax. “Look at him future King of England” he’s a great guy said Thandie to Kate. “I know I was lucky to nab” him said Kate. Thandie jokingly hummed Gold Digger by Kane West. “Very funny” said Kate and slapped Thandie playfully on the bum. “The Duchess wants to be frisky, I say we tickle her belly button” said Thandie as she tickled Kate’s belly. “Please not too much, I am very ticklish, the children tickle me there” said Kate. The girls playfully tickled Kate a bit and jokingly chased her around the cage. Eventually high fiving each other. Kate although still very fearful and rather disdainful to her fellow cage occupants was beginning to relax more and more as each minute went by.

William put on his sowester and joined Chris, Bob and Katherine. “Before we start let’s have a quick meal” said Chris. Amber and Maisie tottered on as pretend waitresses. “What would Sir like” said Amber to Bob. “Some water please” replied Bob. A bucket of water hit him. “One water” said Amber. “A bucket of water hit her. One water” repeated Maisie. “A bucket of water hit her. What would Sir like” said Amber to Chris. “Some water please” replied Bob. A bucket of water hit him. “One water” said Amber. “A bucket of water hit her. One water” repeated Maisie. “A bucket of water hit her. “What would His Highness like” said Amber to William. “Some water please” replied Bob. A bucket of water hit him. “One water” said Amber. “A bucket of water hit her. One water” repeated Maisie. “A bucket of water hit her. What would Madam like said Amber to Katherine “I’d like some water, some welsh stew and some trifle and custard” said Katherine who was hit with a bucket of water , bucket of stew, bucket of custard and a trifle over her head. “You take this order and have the same as her on the house” Amber said to Maisie. To ahhs from the audience Maisie realising she was going to be hit with two bucket of waters , stew, custard and two trifles over her head. Slid into the splits and said “Socket to me” as the audience cheered as the deluge hit her.

“Bit cruel” said Kate to Rosamund. “She wanted to practice her splits and this gets the crowd to love her even more” replied Rosamund.

The bucket of water song started. William was surprisingly good at it. Buckets of water were thrown at each other with Katherine predictably getting soaked, For the ending the boys dropped Katherine into a giant water trough.

“Watch this” said Rosamund to Kate as she, Katie and Thandie left the cage and joined by Amber and Maisie did a female take on the wallpaper hanging sketch. Amber walked through the door a bucket of comedy paste fell on her head. She put another bucket up there. Rosamund walked through the door and the bucket of paste fell on her head. She staggered around overacting hilariously. She put another bucket up there. Thandie walked through the door a bucket of comedy paste fell on her head. She put another bucket up there. Katie walked through the door and the bucket of paste fell on her head.

The girls conferred and each picked up a bucket of paste and as Maisie walked through the door she was hit with 4 buckets of paste, Amber and Rosamund measured out the paste and and did the holding the paper out trick but letting it go, Katie was called forward and the paper was placed below her head and boobs and the girls pasted all over her. Amber emptied a bucket of paste into Thandie’s already sagging thong. Thandie empted some into Amber’s bikini top and briefs. Rosamund was pushed backwards into a bin of paste and walked around like on all fours. The girls comically removed it and Rosamund accidentally deliberately flashed her butt crack.

The 4 girls looked over at Maisie who had been laughing at all this. “Lie on the table” they all shouted. Maisie lay on the table was covered in 4 buckets of paste then dumped off the table into a builders bag of paste and emptied out a covered mess onto the floor. “Stand over there and don’t touch that button” ordered Thandie. Maisie began to wonder if they were being mean to her again as the 4 girls high fived and again reminded her “Don’t touch the button” “Fetch the giant hose” Katie ordered, Maisie quietly fetched the hose. “Hit the button” whispered Rosamund. “You told me not to” said Maisie. “Just hit it and point the ******* hose at us” growled Rosamund. Suddenly the light came in in Maisie’s head and she hit the button unleashing a spray of foam onto her 4 tortementers. The girls fell over hilariously as Maisie annihilated them with a deluge of comedy foam for a full minute. The foam finally ran out as Chris walked back on.

“I’m delighted to announce that our total is now £1.129.654. Maisie it’s your big moment”. Maisie was cheered by everyone. As she began to psyche herself up as the giant cream cake was pushed on. The cake was two high by two foot wide.

A totally destroyed Rosamund was now back to her feet wiping the foam off her. “We love you Maisie, this is for you” she said. A video package showing Maisie’s gungings that night was shown to the tune of “How Do You Do What You Do?” by Roxette which gunge fans will know was played when Jenny Hull was gunged on the last trip around the Great House in Noel’s House Party.

Kate had joked to Rosamund I hope she doesn’t remove her bottoms by mistake she is a bit dippy.

The video finished and everyone chanted Maisie, Maisie. As Rosamund had whispered to Maisie, Kate’s joke. Maisie turned away from the camera and dropped her bikini bottoms briefly flashing her bum. “What am I like” she joked. Rosamund winked at Kate who was joining in the Maisie chant with great gusto.

There was a drum roll as Rosamund unhooked Maisie’s bikini top as both were drenched in a couple of buckets of water so Maisie’s tts would be visible with all the gunge on her. Maisie turned around threw her arms in the air revealing her fantastic breasts and gracefully slid into the splits still in her heels virtually disappearing into the cake. The others cheered and rubbed the cream all over an ecstatic Maisie. “I did it “she screamed. Katie and Thandie decided to lift Maisie onto their shoulders as a chant of Maisie’s tits rang out and Maisie played with them licking the cream off. “Now for £2 million and the bottoms come off” she shouted euphorically.

With everyone being so messy Maisie slipped off Katie and Thandie’s shoulders but being subtle she rolled through and was fine. “It’s alright I landed on my head” she joked but Chris was worried about her. “Close this part” he whispered to Thandie and Rosamund. This had all been planned as part of Katie’s dare to Rosamund and Thandie.

“We’ll be back soon with the Northern Ireland gunge vote winner chosen by the public going against Song of Praise’s Claire McCollum. A literal poetry reading and performance from Coronation Street star Ruxandra Porojnicu titled “My Name is Alina Pop” plus Channel 4 News’ Cathy Newman as you’ve never seen her” before said Thandie bending over and reading through her legs with her breasts swinging free. Suddenly Rosamund slid through Thandie’s legs looking up at her pulled her Thong down showing everything and shouted “Golden shower time” as Thandie did a big pee on Rosamund he mockingly washed her face with it. Everyone went into stunned silence as the torrent continued onto Rosamund. The camera cut away as Rosamund and Thandie high fived with Katie as they had completed her dare. Thandie threw her thong into the air as the screen cut to black.

That’s it! Celebrity voting in the 2020 Gunge Grand Prix has closed. The fates have been decided, and now the action can begin!

How messy is this gonna get?

Real messy!

So too begins an experiment, for this will be the first GGP where you the author are not constrained to write about one specified celebrity, but instead have four choices at your messy disposal. Hopefully this additional freedom and variety will encourage more writers to try their hand, after several GGP where the story stage has fallen flat.

And to provide further incentive, I’m pleased to announce another first: besides the considerable glory that comes with winning, a (quasi-)tangible prize up is for grabs! The author whose story wins the vote will receive a copy of my e-book Sloppy Servings, which normally retails at £12. (I realise this prize won’t be much incentive for those kind folks who’ve already purchased the book, but I hope you’ll be keen to enter nonetheless.)

I know you’re all raring to go, but before you do, please read the rules carefully to make sure you don’t waste your time…

① Write a story about one (and only one) of the four ‘lucky winners’ getting gunged in a device based on the Gunk Dunk from Get Your Own Back. Basically, the ‘meat’ of the gunging should involve your heroine being dropped or flung from a collapsing chair (with or without a ramp) into an expansive tank or pool of gunge, although you can customise your Gunk Dunk with additional mess.

② Only one entry per writer please, so choose your victim carefully.

③ Although the Gunk Dunk should be front and centre in your story, the wider setting is up to you. The other elements of GYOB (e.g. the branded t-shirts, the kids, Dave Benson-Phillips) are optional. Referencing the Gunge Grand Prix (including scores or percentages) is allowed, but also optional. Your story doesn’t even have to be set on a TV show. Ultimately, the where, when, how and why of your heroine finding herself upon the Gunk Dunk seat (and subsequently getting ejected from it!) is up to you.

④ As mentioned in rule ①, only one of the above four ladies can go in the Gunk Dunk. However, you may optionally feature the other three ‘winning’ contestants and, following the spirit of the Gunk Dunk, you may subject them to minor messings (think gunge being dropped on the kids in certain versions of GYOB). If you feature any of the contestants who were eliminated from the vote, or indeed any celebrity who didn’t get nominated, they must stay strictly clean.

⑤ Stories should be PG-rated. I ummed and arred about this rule, but in the end I agree with PML: let’s make this one all about the gunging and not about frivolous naked orgasms. So, your heroine will need to be wearing some clothes (though not necessarily very many…).

⑥ You are welcome to illustrate your story with pictures.

⑦ Please send your story to tellygungeNO@SPAMhushmail.com (removing the NO SPAM). Registered authors: Don’t post your stories on the site. This is because the stories are going to be posted and voted on anonymously (but please provide a username so I can credit you once the competition has ended).

⑧ Entries will be posted as and when I receive them, under the designations “Story A”, “Story B” etc.

⑨ The deadline for entries is Sunday 26^th April. This gives you four weeks so I hope lots of people will be able to take up the opportunity.

⑩ Readers will then vote on their favourite story. The winner will be announced and congratulated, and will receive the e-book prize as detailed above*. Note, however, that the full scores won’t be revealed (so if you come last, nobody will know ).

* In order to receive the prize, the winner will need to provide their date to birth to prove they’re 18+ (to be honest, if you’re entering this competition, you ought to be 18+ anyway).

I hope that makes everything clear, but if not then query away. Good luck to all who enter the competition, and may the best story…

Pardon? What’s the problem? Oh, how forgetful of me!

The four celebrities going in the gloop, thanks to your votes, are…….

…Drum roll please…

Scarlett Johansson

beat Rachel Riley by 101 votes to 87.

Sam Quek

beat Anna Kendrick by 141 votes to 107.

Hayley Atwell

beat Felicity Jones by 87 votes to 84.

And one more… keep that drum roll going….

Emma Stone

beat Alexa Bliss by 99 votes to 77.

And so – Rachel, Anna, Felicity (girl, that was close!) and Alexa – thanks for taking part (not that you had a choice in the matter). We’d dearly love to see each of you wallowing in that sloppy vat, but we also believe in fair play, and you’ve earned the coveted right to stay clean and dry… this time. Off you go to join the others in the viewing gallery; I trust you’ll be much entertained. Go on, off you go before we change our minds!

But as for you − Scarlett, Sam, Hayley, Emma − the people have spoken, and you know what happens now, don’t you? Please do come this way where you’ll find a seat reserved for you, and a very special seat it is too. Because it’s time for…

It was Saturday night and Perrie Edwards had received plenty of comments on her social media post for her “Ball Gown Challenge”. She had got dressed in the gown and was waiting for Alex to get everything ready. She posted one final photo of the clean dress and captioned it “feeling nervous now”.

“Ready when you are”, Alex called from the bathroom.

Perrie, with her hair in a messy bun, walked slowly, holding onto the side of the dress with her right hand, she stopped when she got to the bathroom door. She looked gorgeous.

“Oh my God”, the Geordie pop star exclaimed. “You have been busy!”

Perrie looked around the bathroom, she could see a pair of wellies, some buckets, some pies and notice there was something in the bath but couldn’t quite tell what.

“It’s all for you”, said Alex, with a beaming smile on his face. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

Perrie advanced further into the bathroom. She could now see that th bath had been filled with custard. She wasn’t keen on custard but thought this might be quite fun, and seen as she had agreed to it with Leigh Anne knew she had to go through with it.

“Shall we start with these?” Alex suggested, pointing to the par of large green wellies.

Perrie gulped. “Ok”, she said reluctantly.

Perrie walked forward and kicked her shoes off. The wellies were sat on a plastic sheet ready and waiting for Perrie’s petite feet to squelch into.

She held her dress up a little to ensure she didn’t fall. She was terrrified. She loved this dress and was now starting to regret agree to this. She took a deep breath in.

SQUELCH! The noise was loud and Perrie recoiled a little in shock as her left foot sank deep into the mushy pea filled welly. Once she was in, she wriggled her toes around a little and winced, before grabbing hold of Alex to ensure she could safely step into the other.

She heard the same squelch noise again, and mushy peas sealed out the top of the welly, but mostly stayed off her dress.

“How is it?”, Alex asked, simile how, he moved Perrie round so she was facing the camera he had set up.

“How do you think it is? I’ve got my feet in mushy peas!” the blonde replied angrily.

“It’s only going to get worse. Right, you can take those off now”.

“What? Already?”, Perrie queried.

Alex nodded. Perrie sat on the edge of the bath and carefully removed the wellies. Alex asked her to stand up on the centre of the plastic sheet. He picked up one of the wellies.

“Oh no, you’re not? Are you?”

“It’s not called the Ball Gown Challenge for nothing! We’ve only got your feet messy! Stand still!”

Perrie brushed some loose hanging hair to one side and tilted her head back slightly. Alex lifted the wellington boot higher and higher until it was level with Perrie’s head. He asked if she was ready, but when she shook her head, he continued anyway.

Alex emptied the thick green sloppy mushy peas straight onto the Little Mix singer’s head. They immediately started to cascade down onto the dress. This was only going to get worse for poor Perrie and and Alex had already put the first welly down and replaced it with the second full one.

“Here we go again”, he said, suddenly upturning the boot and sending more thick green mushy peas gushing over Perrie’s head. She screamed as the thick cold green substance coated her blonde hair. It was safe to say the dress was already ruined.

“Urgh!” she said once Alex had finished. Perrie tried to wipe as much of the mess away as possible. “Why did I agree to this?” she moaned. All Alex could do was laugh.

“Right Pez, it’s bath time”, he said with a cheeky grin on his face. She pulled a face at him, and then looked a little closer at what was in the bath. It was predominantly full of custard, with some black treacle included to add some colour.

“In you get”, Alex said, trying to remain emotionless. Perrie pulled another face. She looked at the bath again, then at Alex, the back at the bath. She sighed. She knew she had not choice now. Carefully, she made her way over to the edge of the bath, and lifted her left leg carefully to step in. She squealed in shock at how cold the thick yellow gooey custard was. She decided she need to get this over with quickly, so put her right in too. She was now stood in the bath.

“Take a seat”, said Alex, still barely able to believe what his popstar girlfriend was subjecting herself, and treating him to. Perrie slowly sat herself in the bath, submerging the lower half of her body, and the entirety of the black satin ball gown in the predominantly yellow liquid.

As she sat herself down, she found herself relaxing a little more. Could she actually be enjoying this after all?

“How is it love?” Alex asked.

“It’s a bit colder than I expected but it’s not too bad you know”, Perrie said, almost beginning to smile. She slide herself further under the custard, it was now up to her neck.

“Well there’s three buckets here”, said Alex. “If you let me pour these over you, you can get out then”.

“Or maybe you can get in with me?” Perrie replied, winking. She giggled and Alex was now getting very excited.

He picked the first bucket up, it was full of rice pudding. He emptied it over his girlfriends head, she seemed to enjoy this less, seemingly preferring to sit in the mess than have it dumped on her.

The second bucket quickly followed, this was more custard. Perrie was now used to the custard and dint mind this so much. She seductively licked her finger before flicking some custard at Alex.

The final bucket was full of thick black treacle. Perrie sat up a little more, and Alex slowly poured the thick black substance onto her head. Whilst much of her blonde hair was already covered in slop, this had the biggest impact by far, and made Perrie barely recognisable.

“Right you can get out now if you like”, Alex said.

“Not until you’ve got in with me”, Perrie replied in a sultry manner.

Alex sighed and kicked his shoes off reluctantly as Perrie squished her legs up to make room for Alex in the bath. He started to climb in, as Perrie starting flicking custard at him, he was already messy before he even sat down.

Eventually he sat in the bath with Perrie, and the pair starting having a custard fight in the bath. They were both completely covered from head to toe, and it was fair to say that Perrie had well and truly completed the challenge.

A few minutes later she clambered out of the bath and Alex followed, the pair were dripping in mess. They were both in hysterics.

“There is one final challenge”, Alex said, pointing to the last three buckets that were sat in the corner. They were full of old school gunge.

“Ok, ok”, said Perrie composing herself.

“You have to sing for your slime”, said Alex, “how about you treat us to some Wings!”

Perrie rolled her eyes, or at least that’s what it looked like she did, beneath the mess that she was covered in.

She sat on a plastic stool, and started to sing the Little Mix chart topper, as she did, Alex walked behind her. He first poured a bucket of thick dark blue slime all over Perrie, this was quickly followed by red slime, and finally and bucket of classic green slime.

Despite getting messier and messier, Perrie was a pro oughout and kept singing the song. After the final bucket had been poured over her head, she stood up and took a bow. Alex picked up two custard pies and smashed one in the face and one in her backside. He then turned the camera off.

The pair of them were still very messy but couldn’t help stop laughing. A while later after they had bothe cleaned up, Perrie posted the video on her social media. She included a caption.

“Someone else’s turn next. Any volunteers / suggestions”.

The video was a huge success and had lots of coverage worldwide. Perrie had enjoyed most of the experience, and had a laugh watching it back. She tried to use some of her spare time to get the gown washed but couldn’t quite get all the mess out. She had well and truly completed the ball gown challenge.

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British Electronic Band Clean Bandit were concluding another successful tour. At the end of each tour a member of the band or guest vocalist had been subjected to a comedy gunging. As a play on the band’s name the victim was known as The Clean Bandit” and given a trophy by the rest of the band and crew. This idea had been started by band singer and cellist Grace Chatto.

Grace had always had a cheeky side appearing in this naughty shot in an early band video.

The gunging victims had included both the Patterson brothers and even guest vocalist Ann-Marie who had taken being thrown into an ice bath and having the leftovers of 3 days meals poured over her head in great spirits. The person who presented the “Clean Bandit Trophy” was always Grace.

The tour was winding up at Alexandra Palace and Grace knew that she was the likely victim this year but had been suggesting the band’s female violinist as an alternative. Grace had also become a bit of a diva especially on this tour and the fun loving Grace from the era of the top picture the rest of the band wanted to get back.

As creative director on the tour Grace always said “She had a lot on her plate” and everyone appreciated this and cut her some slack. A crew member joked as he ate his meal backstage “I’d love to see a lot of this plate on Grace ” looking down at a messy mixture of mash and gravy on his plate.

Grace had been much nicer to everyone at Ally Pally, she wasn’t exactly rude, just very busy and most of this was due to overseeing the show’s creative side. She’d never been nasty, just a bit tetchy and snappy, she was a bit of a perfectionist and just wanted things to run well.

Everyone had written a name on a piece of paper about who they thought should be gunged that night. The Patterson Brothers were exempt as Jack had been gunged after the 1st tour and Luke after the 3rd. Ann-Marie was gunged after the 2nd tour and wasn’t with the band currently. The brothers counted the results it was 39 to 1 in favour of Grace. The other vote was Grace’s for violinist Stephanie Benedetti.

The tradition was that everyone bar the “victim” was quietly told and as soon as the encore was other the said person was gunged. Grace’s logic had been that you were sweaty coming off stage, so getting messy then would mean you still only needed to get cleaned up once. She had it all worked out and had even for an extra joke on Ann Marie paid the venue’s maintenance man to turn the water supply off so they had needed to sneak Ann-Marie with her hair covered in soggy mash potato and gravy back into the band’s hotel to shower.

Ann-Marie was told about the joke the next morning and said it was funny and had taken it well. But she had vowed to get revenge on Grace and was attending the show as a guest tonight.

Grace was wearing this outfit for tonight’s concert

After soundcheck she was looking out at the empty hall and said to a roadie. “Nice venue and do you think this outfit is too tarty”. Grace hadn’t spoken to this roadie once during the tour despite knowing him for several tours. He responded “Both will fill up nicely!”. This made Grace extra worried she was going to get gunged. She accepted it might happen but thought about making a dash for the girls tour bus and locking herself in the loo.

The concert was a sell out success and as they left the stage Grace made sure she was the last to leave and tried to take a sharp right towards a backstage exit. Suddenly a strong hand grabbed her wrist, it was Anne-Marie. “Were we going somewhere Miss Chatto, you have been voted to be this tour’s Clean Bandit!”. “Fair enough” said Grace accepting her fate as she was lead into a cheering room.

What do you want Grace to get gunged with ideally stuff backstage from a Concert Catering Area and maybe one extra item bought in for comedy measure.

What items should be poured down her lycra outfit?

Grace will be reluctant but resigned and will eventually enjoy the gunging as her fun side re-emerges.

The crew will have some fun with her but there will be no humiliation. She may lose her top voluntary near the end but there will be no full nudity or mock or real sex acts in this story

Should Grace lose her top, should Anne-Marie be dragged into a bath of something with Grace. If so what?

I’m going to make this a shorter more concise stories than my recent ones which tend to be anything goes erotic gunging orgies.

Michelle Keegan’s sister in law Jessica Wright was bored at home during isolation, and while browsing her social media, became aware of the latest craze sweeping the Internet, the Ball Gown Challenge. This was where female celebs were donning their finest award show outfits and trashing them with all manner of messy substances.

She saw that Little Mix star Perrie Edwards was the most recent star to complete the stunt, including submerging herself in a bath of custard, and she knew that fans of Michelle would love to see the Our Girl star take part.

She hatched a plan with her sister to set Michelle up on Instagram. Jessica had been keeping Michelle’s lovely white dress from the 2019 National Television Awards at her house, and knew it was the perfect outfit for the challenge. Jessica sent a link of Perrie’s video to her brother Mark, and persuaded him that he would love seeing Michelle get messy like this.

Without much persuasion, Mark agreed. He arranged to meet Jessica at a nearby supermarket to colleagues the dress, where they could also buy any content that social media followers suggested they used.

The plan was set up and the post went live on social media on Saturday night. When Michelle checked her phone. She could see it was going mad, and lighting up every five seconds. She looked puzzled, and picking her phone up, she started to realise what had been posted.

She slammed it on the table and walked over to Mark. She looked furious.

“Did you know abou this?”, she screamed.

“I might have done”, Mark said, trying to hide behind a cushion.

“WHAT THE…..”, Michelle went to slap Mark but he hid away.

“I can’t believe you sometimes! Why the hell have you done that?”

“I saw Perrie Edwards video and thought it might be fun. Take a look”.

Reluctantly Michelle snuggled up next to Mark, and he showed her the video of Perrie getting messy. Michelle looked horrified at first, as she saw the beautiful black satin gown getting ruined, but as she saw the two embracing each other in the custard, and seeming to rather enjoy it, she thought it might not be so bad.

“Fine”, she said, “I’ll do it”.

Mark cheered and gave her a hug, he got a picture up from the awards show they had selected the dress from and Michelle seemed to approve.

Still not quite believing that she had been signed up to this new challenge, Michelle walked into the kitchen. She poured herself a glass of water and tried to calm her nerves. She took another look at her phone and saw the countless message and comments.

She drank the water before filling the glass up again and walking back into the lounge where Mark was sat on his phone.

“Best get practising”, she said seductively.

“Huh?” Mark looked confused.

“Here, pour this over my head”, she handed Mark the glass of water. He looked unsure.

“Well go on, you’re the one that wants me to get messy, you don’t even want to get me a little wet!”

Mark took the glass and stood up in front of Michelle. She tilted her head back slightly and he lifted the glass up before emptying the water straight over her head.

She giggled and pushed him away. The pair both started laughing and Michelle went back into the kitchen to get a towel to dry herself off. Perhaps this whole thing might be fun after all, she decided.

She decided to comment on the post, and added:

Ok guys, I’m in, though don’t really know why I’ve agreed to this. Get some suggestions in for how you want me and my beautiful dress to get messy.

She added a photo that she had just taken with her wet hair, and included the hashtag #StartedPractising before signing off. She put her phone down and decided to wait until the morning to look at any replies.

Although this story mentions real persons, corporations, TV shows and places, it is purely a work of fiction for personal enjoyment. The story does NOT describe real events and should NOT be taken to accurately portray any real entity mentioned. In keeping with its fictional nature, the events and activities described in the story may not be legal, ethical or safe. This site does NOT endorse or recommend their enactment. This story may contain scenes of nudity and/or a sexual nature. 

Grace Chatto of Electronic band Clean Bandit had enjoyed organising the band’s previous end of tour gungings and presenting the victim with the “Clean Bandit” Trophy. However this year the band and crew had voted overwhelmingly that Grace should be this year’s recipient. In past years her band mates the Paterson Brothers and guest vocalist Anne-Marie had all been gunged but this time they were going to make sure Grace got what she had coming.

As the final concert of their tour at Alexandra Palace had ended, fearing the worse Grace had tried to slip away quietly onto the ladies’ tour bus but Anne-Marie got her by the wrist and lead her into a cheering room containing her band and crew.

Anne-Marie and Grace were wearing these outfits:-

Grace walked into the room a bit apprehensively but resigned to facing her gunging. “We’ve been waiting long time for this” said Anne-Marie. “I bet you have” joked Grace rather feebly and removed her jacket. “Take a seat over there” said Anne-Marie pointing to a plastic chair which had been set up on some tarpaulin. Grace dutifully took her seat to warm applause.

“It was a unanimous vote by everyone who could vote and as 40 people voted, you’ll have to suffer 40 items over you” said Jack Patterson. “Only 39 voted for me” protested Grace. Jack emptied a carton of custard over Grace’s head covering her hair and face. “Well it’s 39 now” he said to huge laughter. “There are 3 further cartons of custard, all especially chilled just for you Grace” he added as 3 crew members stepped up and each emptied a carton onto Grace’s head. Grace shuddered with the cold but comically stuck her tongue out as the custard ran down her face. She playfully rubbed some into her body. She hadn’t wanted to be gunged but having organised the previous 3 band end of tour gungings she accepted her comeuppance was overdue. “I’m really enjoying this” said Jack. “I bet you are” replied Grace to warm laughter.

“Remember all that strawberry yogurt someone decided to bring on tour and no-one but you ate” said Jack. “It’s lovely” said Grace drily. “Well we hope you enjoy it as we’ve got two buckets coming your way” said Jack. “Buckets that’s not fair” said Grace having a mock tantrum and swinging her legs and jumping up and up and down from the chair. “Remember when you got me with those two buckets of rancid gravy” chipped in Anne-Marie. “Again specially chilled” said Jack as another crew member stepped forward with the first bucket. Grace braced herself as the cold yogurt hit her and shuddered as it ran down her chest and into her lap. The crew member with the second bucket she recognised as the crew member she had spoken to earlier that day and he had joked about her outfit filling up. He emptied the first half of the bucket over her head then poured the rest of it down her top. Grace jumped out of her seat in shock hopping around to hoots of laughter as the thick substance slowly ran down her toned body.

“You voted for Stephanie Benedetti didn’t you” said Jack to Grace. “Well Stephanie has chosen your next gift and will deliver it personally” he added. Stephanie stepped forward holding a jug of spaghetti. “Stand up and pull your shorts open please Grace” she said. “No please not down there” said Grace. “Remember when you put that Eel down my knickers” shouted Anne-Marie. The room roared with laughter remembering Ann-Marie squirm. “You didn’t smell any different down there” chipped in Grace to more laughter.

“Anyway, payback is overdue” said Stephanie emptying the jug of spaghetti down the front of Grace’s Lycra shorts. Stephanie stayed stood next to Grace as Jack announced that Grace would receive a further 4 jugs of spaghetti and Stephanie would administer them all . “The back now please” said Stephanie as Grace held the back of her shorts open. Stephanie ensured she pulled Grace’s knickers open and emptied the jug’s contents right down Grace’s butt crack. Stephanie then sat Grace down and all the spaghetti began to ooze out the bottom of her shorts. Stephanie dumped the next jug down the front of Grace’s shorts before asking her to stand up again and emptying a specially cold jug down the back of her shorts. As Grace hopped around in shock as the cold spaghetti hit her intimate area Stephanie expertly emptied the final extra cold jug right onto Grace’s vagina.

Grace’s eyes nearly popped out of her head with shock as she manically hopped about. She grabbed hold of Stephanie and they play wrestled on the floor. Grace pulling spaghetti out of her shorts and rubbing it into her hair and face. Stephanie forced some into Grace’s mouths which she spat out. Eventually they got up and hugged.

“Ten down and only thirty to go” said Jack. “Wow only 30, cannot wait” said Grace sarcastically but she sportingly sat back on her seat wiping her eyes and fishing spaghetti out of her shorts playfully throwing it at the watching band and crew members.

“They said you weren’t to be trifled with and now you will receive 5 trifles” said Jack. Trifle one was smashed onto the top of her head but the next pair were rubbed into and inside her lycra top by two female backing vocalists. Who then remained by Grace and rubbed the last two trifles into her chest even getting it inside her bra. Grace quite liked the sensation and smiled at the ladies as they returned to the crowd.

The band’s make up artist stepped forward “You’ve had a change of career for tonight haven’t you?” asked Jack. “Yes I’m becoming a chef” she said. “What are you making?” asked Jack. “A cake” she replied. “Where?” he asked. “On Grace’s head” she said to roars of laughter. Grace jumped up in mock horror yelling “No, No” but unable to stop laughing.

“Go Grace, Go Grace” the crowd of 40 chanted as Grace did a few comical exercises to prep for her next onslaught. Anne-Marie took the cue cards off Jack and read out the recipe. “Break six eggs onto dense head to a hollow sound” she said as the Make Up Girl broke 6 eggs into Grace’s hair. “Add a half litre of melted butter” she continued as the Make Up Girl emptied what was cooking oil onto Grace’s head. “Add flour” she went on “two bags” as two bags of flour were emptied onto Grace’s head. “One pint of Ice Cold Milk” she read with relish as Grace went into comical shock as the cold milk was emptied over her head.

“Now mix ingredients thoroughly totally trashing her hair” said Anne-Marie trying to stop giggling. The Make Up Artist mixed all the gunk into Grace’s hair until it was a sticky mess stuck up in a near point. “The cake clearly needs more milk” continued Anne-Marie. “This should help her saggy breasts to be as pert as mine” she went on pushing up her own bust to a lone wolf whistle. “You bitch, my boobs are great” shouted Grace trying to push her own up but as her hands were slippery she couldn’t get hold of them and was comically still fumbling with them as the Make Up Girl emptied a pint of milk down both of Grace’s boobs. Grace felt her nipples go hard and was laughing at what Anne-Marie had said. She’d emptied to ice buckets of water onto Anne-Marie’s chest a couple of years ago so was getting off a bit lighter here. Grace’s mental count was now at 22 items so over halfway. Most of the bad stuff was out of the way or so she hopped.

“The cake should now be ready for icing, so use two cartons of squirty cream on cake before decorating with hundreds and thousands” Anne-Marie read out. “This will be okay thought” Grace as the assistant used one squirty cream and then added hundreds and thousands took her bow and left.

“Oh sorry I’ve missed a bit” said Anne-Marie with an evil glint in her eye picking up the other squirty cream and reading out “Said cake is likely to have scutty knickers on which she has worn all tour so cream needs to be added to them” she said tears of laughter rolling down her eyes. “You ********* ****” yelled Grace as Anne-Marie dispensed half a can of cream down the front and then half down the back of Grace’s knickers. She pushed Grace back into the seat as cream oozed out of her lycra shorts.

“You have well and truely got me” she said to Anne-Marie. “You think” said Anne-Marie as the band’s Tour Manager walked on carrying 20 inch by 20 inch decorated custard pie. Grace was taken aback, she’d had Anne-Marie plastered with 6 custard pies but Anne-Marie had done one giant one to count as just one item. “Got to hand it to you” said Grace. “No I’ve got to hand it to you” said Anne-Marie and plastered the cake into Grace covering her head and body.

Grace wiped the shaving foam from her eyes and said can “I just have a minute or two” as she got her breath back. Grace was warmly cheered, she had taken this much better than most had thought.

The crew took a few photos of Grace hit a few mock poses to extra laughter.

“I’m being weighed down a bit” she added and removed her lycra top and shorts to reveal a sodden bra and knickers to a few playful wolf whistles.

Jack took back over “Grace has been accused of being a bit of a diva on this tour but has proved she certainly isn’t tonight. Diva’s like flowers in their dressing rooms so here are a couple of buckets of old flower water” he said. Grace was hit with two buckets of water which had been mixed with a bit of food colouring to make it look brown. Grace didn’t know this though! She recoiled as the first bucket was thrown at her and then as the second bucket was emptied over her head she worried looked down but luckily she was wearing a dark bra.

“We all think Grace is really sweet so she deserves a tin of honey” continued Jack. Grace enjoyed the honey running down her as it was one of her favourite foods and was something she had used sensually in the past.

“She is so sweet, she is just like sugar” Jack went on as a bag of sugar was emptied over Grace’s head. “Thirty items down, I can power through this” she thought.

“Grace likes her gravy and mash, so have two jugs of gravy and a plate of mash” Jack added. Grace had playfully pushed her boobs up when Jack mentioned two jugs to a big cheer. She took the two jugs of gravy over her head and the plate of mash in her face. Only 7 to go she thought.

“That isn’t how Grace likes her gravy and mash all mixed up in one big bucket” Jack added. A crew member carried on a bucket of mixed up gravy and mash and just planted it on Grace’s head. She was left sat there with the bucket on her head as the cold contents oozed down her body. Slowly she took the bucket off her head checking her bra was still maintaining her modesty although her knickers were now soggy and an off brown wet colour.

“You like seasoning on your food so have a bottle of ketchup, a jar of mayonnaise, and a jar of mustard” said Jack. Anne Marie carefully squirted and emptied these contents onto Grace’s head keeping them away from her eyes. She shampooed them into Grace’s totally matted hair “Whispering nearly there, you are doing great” to a grateful Grace.

Jack now handed over to his brother Luke who had been very quiet. “The girls tell me that Grace farts like hell on the ladies’ Tour Bus. It must be too much cauliflower cheese. Here have a jar of Cauliflower Cheese” Luke said. A tiny jar of babies cauliflower cheese was emptied onto Grace’s head. “Love you Luke” she shouted blowing him a kiss.

“No Grace farts much worse than that, like she has eaten a bucket of baked beans” said Luke to huge applause. Grace screamed “no”. She hated baked beans but had gunged everyone else with them now she was getting a bucket of them over her head. “Love you really Grace” said Luke as he slowly emptied the bucket over Grace’s sodden head. Grace took a deep breath in as the beans hit her head and slowly ran down her face she recoiled as they entered her bra and continued down her stomach.

“Now for my big finale” announced Anne-Marie and stood Grace up but this was a ploy to take a handful of beans and stick them down the back of Grace’s sodden knickers. Grace winced at this. Anne-Marie knew she hated beans and asked “Are you okay”. “I hope my knickers are” said a worried Grace. “Yes they’ll hold” said Anne-Marie glancing back. “I’ll get this finished quickly” said Anne-Marie. “Thanks” said Grace.

“Please come next door with me” said Anne-Marie taking Grace gently by the hand and leading her into a dressing room where the large bath had been filled with chocolate sauce. “Jump in there and you are this year’s Clean Bandit Miss Grace Chatto” said Anne-Marie to huge cheers. “Grace, Grace, Grace” the band and crew chanted as Grace edged towards the bath. “Can I just say, I knew I had this coming and I may have been a bit of a bitch on this tour but it was only in order to get things done right. I would say sorry but you ******** have well and truly got me. So many thanks” said Grace to warm applause and went to step into the bath.

“Oh get in” said Anne Marie pushing Grace head first into the bath and standing in front of the bath taking a bow. Grace was furious as she emerged from beneath the chocolate. She looked up and saw Anne-Marie stood by the bath and began to smile. Anne Marie had clearly set this up, she could have easily walked away from the bath. Grace reached up grabbed the back of Anne-Marie’s leggings and pulled her head first into the bath. Anne Marie’s feet shot up into the air as she disappeared into the chocolate. Grace was like a women possessed standing up and grabbing hold of Anne-Marie’s feet she pushed her around the bath so she couldn’t get up and pulled her leggings off to reveal a shapely thong covered bum.

Anne-Marie who is a karate black belt slowly got up slightly stunned and held out her hand to Grace. Unsure what Anne-Marie might do Grace hesitated. “Girls honour” said Anne Marie so they shook hands and hugged and playfully posed for photos. “You got me good Anne-Marie” said Grace. “You got me back though, good job I’d got a thong on as I’m not wearing a bra” Anne Marie joked. “I should have pulled your top off then” joked Grace. Suddenly looking at each other the two girls began to fight again and disappeared beneath the chocolate to mass cheers. They rolled around for about 30 seconds before Anne-Marie emerged holding Grace’s bra in victory only to look down and notice that Grace had got Anne-Marie’s boobs out of her top too.The girls both put their arms across their chests and took a joint bow as Ann-Marie handed Grace the largish ornamental trophy.

When the room was empty the girls recreated this pose by Grace holding her violin but with the trophy instead and sent it to all the crew and band who had voted.

As they showered together they joked about a decider next year. “We’ll take a much bigger crew maybe 60” joked Grace. “60 items” no problem replied Anne-Marie as they both laughed.

Although this story mentions real persons, corporations, TV shows and places, it is purely a work of fiction for personal enjoyment. The story does NOT describe real events and should NOT be taken to accurately portray any real entity mentioned. In keeping with its fictional nature, the events and activities described in the story may not be legal, ethical or safe. This site does NOT endorse or recommend their enactment. This story will contain scenes of nudity and/or a sexual nature. 

Please read previous parts to know who is/isn’t wearing what. This sets scene for Part 5 so that can move along more quickly

Part 4 had ended in triumph and chaos as Maisie Smith had done her much vaunted splits into a giant cream cake and gone topless for the first time on TV. However Kate Thistleton’s dare that Thandie Newton drop her thong bottoms and go totally naked and give Rosamund Pike a golden shower had been met with shock and disgust by the rest of the crew and remote audience who were watching via video links but their applause and reactions played in.

“We’ve done it” said Rosamund getting out of the puddle of pee and high fiving Thandie and Kate, “I think that went too far” said Chris Tarrant”The gallery have said the switchboards are jammed and with complaints and I need to meet with ITV bosses immediately” he added rather glumly. Maisie became upset “All this for nothing” she cried as Amber Gill comforted her. “Look what you 3 have done!” said Jo Swinson looking sternly at Thandie, Katie and Rosamund. “You need to shower to get that pee off you” she added looking directly at Rosamund.

“Actually urine is less dangerous than half the other stuff she has been covered with” chipped in Kate Duchess of Cambridge. “I’m going to help Chris save this show” said Prince William and left the set. “He’s a good man, you did well there Kate” said Martell Maxwell. “I know” added Kate, “But what can he do” she continued. “Well he is 3rd in line to the throne” said Jo Swinson.

“Let’s see, I’ve still got my mobile with me” said Kate as she tuned into ITV News. “Wow William is there making a statement” said Jo Swinson. The girls crowded around Kate’s phone as William said he understood that the girls had gone too far but last night there was a guy from Holby City swinging pint pots on his penis on the Male version of this show and no-one complained. He read out a text he’d just received from Prince Phillip. “Bloody good show Wills, never knew Kate was so game what no. Thandie, Roasmund and Katie invite them to next Garden Party but we’ll water the flowers ourselves. Maisie and Amber great young fillies. Maisie is hilarious, really want to meet her. Granny in shock but can see I’m enjoying it. Yours Grandad P.S Wish I was in the cage with you he he”.

The girls all went quiet as William continued “We’ve had approval from the top, so I think the show stays on air”. Chris said “Thank you William – Thandie, Rosamund and Katie will be reprimanded but I think we can continue”. The girls all began to cheer as Clive Webb and Katherine Jenkins walked over.

“So sorry about that trick your royal highness” said Clive. “It wasn’t his fault, my bra was rigged” said Katherine Jenkins hitting a button on her belly dancer’s bra top to make it go sheer and you could see her nipples. She did this a few times to laughter. “We’ve got to get you back on the show” said Kate. “Plus Clive, please call me Kate, it wasn’t your fault I was railroaded No I agreed to take part in your trick so if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s mine. Plus it’s nice to let them hang free and get my stomach out in public a bit. Not bad for 38 and 3 kids” she joked.

All the other girls warmly applauded Kate. As Corrie actress Ruxandra Porojnicu walked up wearing this outfit and carrying a wipe board.

“You girls are very naughty, I may not now get the chance to read my performance piece My Name is Alina Pop she said. “Adding “I go for pee in toilet” as she walked off but leaving the board my the girls. “Cheeky Mare” said Martell. The girls all looked at the board and Kate said “Katie, Thandie, Roasmund you 3 are disgusting so you can help us liven up her poem a bit. Charlotte could have written better” she added. Katie, Rosamund and Thandie all shook hands with the other girls and began to “improve” Ruxandra’s poem.

Jo Swinson had got hold of some lard and had been rubbing it into her breasts under her T-Shirt. Suddenly she grabbed Martell’s head and stuck it under her top. Martell’s head bounced around under Jo’s top to roars of laughter. Jo did some exercises and applied more lard as each girl took their turn. Ruxandra returned to collect her board and said “Disgusting” when she saw their antics. The girls just smiled at her.

Finally it was Kate’s turn to put her head up Jo’s top. She ummed and ahhed finally said yes. “But before I do I want to say a few words to Katie, Rosamund and Thandie who need to stand over there” and pointed to a spot on the stage. The 3 obbiendently walked over there. “Katie Thistleton, you hated being gunged but you stand before me in a thong, covered in gunge, encouraging golden showers” you are sentenced an an ice cold but of water over your head” she said. The Phantom Flan Flinger emptied the bucket over Katie’s head as she shuddered and her nipples went rock hard.

“Rosamund Pike, you came on here to take a custard pie or two and maybe lose your skirt but you must have taken nearly 50 buckets of that food stuff, a similar amount of cream items to the face, a golden shower from Thandie Newton. You stand before me in a thong so I sentence you to an ice cold bucket of water over those fantastic breasts” said Kate. The phantom emptied a bucket of water over Rosamund’s breasts, again her nipples went rock hard.

“Thandie Newton, you stand before me totally naked, you have peed on Rosamund Pike when you probably intended to be gunged in a swimsuit. I sentence you to an ice cold bucket of water up that big bucket of a fanny” she said to huge cheers. Thandie opened her fanny lips as the phantom threw the icely water where Kate had instructed. Thandie hopped about in shock and shouted “You bitch” at Kate but could not stop laughing.

All the girls hugged as they welcomed Katie, Thandie and Rosamund back into the fold.

Jo Swinson tapped Kate on her shoulder and as Kate turned around Jo shoved Kate’s head up her sweaty and lard covered top. After about 30 seconds Jo let a heaving Kate out. Kate reached for a bottle of water and washed her face off. As she regained her composure she smiled and said “They were like two giant conger eels Swinson, but you have got massive tits” she said with a wink. “They are good” said Thandie. “Well if we raise £3.5 million I’ll get them out as promised but my belly is rather fat and I think people will criticize my weight” she said. “Nothing wrong with your figure, tie your top up like Kate has done and let the belly hang free” said Rosamund. “But first flash us those massive tits so we can all see them together. There are no men present” said Thandie. “Thinking for a minute, I will if I can stick my head up Kate’s top in return” said Jo. Kate looked at Jo and after a moment said “Why not”.

Jo turned to face the girls and lifted her top her belly was a bit fat but she had great tits. “My husband loves these she said”. “I can see why” said Martell who stood next to Jo. “Topless Scottish Lassies together” they shouted. “Covered in ice cold water” shouted Roasmund he unleashed a couple of buckets of water over the two Scottish girls breasts.

Martell did recoil back in shout but Jo stood there and laughed and tied her top up to display her ample belly. “Now Cambridge untie your top, I’m going to describe your nipples” she said. Kate carefully untied her top and Jo slipped her head under. “Kate’s nipples are covered in treacle but whilst the Queen likes Corgis Kate’s favourite dog must be a spaniel as her tits are as flat as a spaniels ears” Jo said joking. “Bitch” muttered Kate and playfully slapped Jo’s mum.

Jo began to jokingly lick Kate’s breasts. “Stop it Pip-I mean Jo” she said. “Actually they are quite pert like little rosebuds on an English Rose” finished Jo as she removed her head and hugged Kate as the other girls cheered. “Dare you to flash us too” she challenged Kate. “I really cannot” said Kate. “Fair enough, you’ve been a great sport already and Wills is a hero for saving the show, he’ll be back soon with Chris for part 5” said Katie.

Amber and Maisie had wondered back over as Maisie had cheered up. “Can I check my twitter feed” Maisie asked Kate “Sure” said Kate handing Maisie her phone, Maisie scrolled through her messages handed the phone back and began to cry “I’ve been sacked from EastEnders and my agent has dumped me” she wailed. As Amber comforted her, Kate looked down the other messages “You’ve got a £250k offer from Cooper Heffner to do Playboy” she said. “That’s nudity though” said Maisie “And this isn’t” everyone chimed in. “Oh I suppose so” said Maisie. “It says My dad would have loved your cake trick and he loved beautiful women so I’d like to offer you the chance to be Miss July 2020” Kate carried on. “Wow, approval from Hef” it doesn’t get much better than that said Rosamund. “Who” asked Maisie. “That is why we love you so much” said Kate. Who continued “You’ve got sponsorships from a bra company, Ann Summers, even a couple of food companies. You’ll make 500K this year at least” she added. “Plus No Agent’s fees” joked Thandie. “I’ll get a lawyer to look over these for you” said Kate.

Maisie burst into tears and hugged Kate. “You are my heroine she said, when I was 11 I watched your wedding and dreamed of being a princess” she said with tears in her eyes. “No, you are special too Maisie, if everyone had the same simplistic but good outlook on life you have and were as positive as you. We’d be in a better place plus those tits are fantastic” said Kate hugging Maisie. “Would you give me a pie in the face” Maisie asked Kate. “Of course” said Kate giving her phone to Jo to film the scene.

“Hi I’m Kate – Duchess of Cambridge, covered in treacle, flashing my belly button, surrounded by some topless and nude lunatics, But I am having a blast and I have great joy in planting a custard pie into the face and one onto the fantastic tits of Maisie Smith”. Kate plants a pie hard into Maisie’s face slowly driving it up into Maisie’s destroyed hair. She then takes another pie and rubs it slowly into Maisie’s large breasts and continues rubbing it in with her hands.

“Thanks so much” said Maisie. “Would you give me a pie to the face and really please no extras, I knew you’d like that extra one though Maisie” she said to cheers from the other girls. “Really Kate” said Maisie. “Yes, it would be an honour” said a smiling Kate.

Jo started to film again as Maisie said “I’m Maisie Smith formerly of Eastenders but having a great deal of fun here with Kate Duchess of Cambridge who may not have tits as great as mine but is a really lovely person and my heroine”. Maisie slammed the pie into Kate’s face and rubbed it around. Kate let it fall off and both girls smiled waiving to the camera.

“Just one more thing Kate, can you flash me your tits” said Maisie. “I’m sorry I cannot” said Kate. “I always imagined you getting dressed as as Princess when I was young and just wondered what they looked like?” said Maisie disappointedly. Kate looked around realising it was an’t a dare just Maisie speaking from the heart and said “Gather round me in a circle girls and the phone is off isn’t it Jo” “Of course” said Jo handing the phone back to Kate. “You must tell no-one, not even Wills” said Kate who took a deep breath, crossed herself and quickly flashed her pert breasts to the girls. She then took Maisie’s head and shoved it up her top how she had done to Jo earlier.

Rosamund turned to Thandie and said “Kate has really come through hasn’t she”. “Yes, I’d never have thought it but who would have thought any of this” Thandie replied. The one minute cue for part 5 was given Maisie got up not realising she was up Kate’s top and nearly ripped it as Kate quickly freed her. “Everyone nearly saw the Future Queen of England’s tits” joked Martell. “Well that is Maisie, if anyone was going to expose my breasts to the crew or even on TV then she’d be the sort of person to do it by accident and we’d forgive her” joked Kate. “What if we reached £5 million” said Jo. “No” said Kate holding up a wagging finger.

Kate looked at her phone and showed it Martell and Jo. “That bitch Rachel Burden has been trashing us all and especially little Maisie on Twitter. She has tweeted she will be reading BBC news in 5 minutes too” she read out. Thandie, Rosamund and Kate gathered around. “The news studio is just next door, lets pay the bitch a visit” said Katie. “No, you 3 must stay here and apologize to Chris, William and co. Plus you need to support Amber as she’ll be taking her top off” said Jo.

“Kate, Maisie,Jo and myself” will have a word with Miss Burden said Martell. “If she interviews Maisie, she’ll destroy her though” said Jo. “Not if we are there she won’t and imagine Maisie sat there topless with those great tits being interviewed live on BBC news she’ll make Rachel go crazy” said Kate.

As the theme tune for part 5 started the fab 4 sneaked out of the studio.

In part 5 Claire McCollum of Songs of Praise vs readers vote winner for Northern Ireland Gunging Jeopardy Challenge. Amber Gill loses her top. Ruxandra Porojnicu reads a surprisingly naughty performance poem, Channel 4 News’s Cathy Newman gets messy and naughty. There is fashion chaos when Rosamund, Thandie and Katie do a piece with Lisa Snowdon and Trinny Woodall. Plus the debut of the torture wheel

What should the girl’s do to BBC News’ Rachel Burden as revenge

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Olivia Grace and Evie Clark (Lovevie) are 18 and 19 year old YouTubers who were gunged on the second series of Saturday Mash-Up. They both enjoyed the experience and earlier this year met up and decided to experiment a bit with sploshing again in the privacy of a hotel room before a Social Media Comic Con Type Event.

Do you want them to use tellygunge, shaving foam pies, food or a mixture and if so any original food choices.

Do you want girls to stay clothed, strip down to their underwear/swimwear in due course or at the start or be naked at the start or end up naked etc.

I’ll assume they are two friendly girls who may fondle each other in the course of getting messy but there will be no sexual acts or deliberate pleasuring performed although the girls may experience some pleasure if a certain substance hit a certain intimate area etc – any suggestions what and where?

I’ve thought about writing this story for a few days so any suggestions/wishes you want to be told please post them here guys and I’ll do my best to write something you all like.

Although this story mentions real persons, corporations, TV shows and places, it is purely a work of fiction for personal enjoyment. The story does NOT describe real events and should NOT be taken to accurately portray any real entity mentioned. In keeping with its fictional nature, the events and activities described in the story may not be legal, ethical or safe. This site does NOT endorse or recommend their enactment.

“Aaaaaand, we’re back!” bellowed the bombastic Noel Edmonds, striding out to center-stage as he spoke. “Tonight, we are continuing our Battle of The Brands. Two teams will advance, one will leave, quite different than how they came in I might add. Lets welcome back our teams, shall we? Team Smackdown!”

Team ECW!

“And Team OVW!”

“Lets welcome our teams!” The three teams walked out to applause and whistles, before Noel continued “Now at home have been voting over who should stay or who should go. Lets see who has the most votes, and will be staying. And that team is…..”

“Team Smackdown!”

Michelle, Kristal, and Jillian lept up, victorious again. Noel smirked as he spoke again, “Now, lets see who has the 2nd most. Remember, whoever isnt 2nd has to go home. And the team with the 2nd most votes is….”

“Team OVW!”

Kaite Lea, Milena, and Maryse jumoed up in joy and relief, while Kelly Kelly, Layla, and Brooke all hung their heads in sadness. “Well congrats to our winners!” proclaimed Noel, “And as for our losers, well, you know what next. If you could please follow me.” Kelly, Layla, and Brooke did just that, with the occasional whistle and hoot accompanying their walk.

Noel continued as he walked, “Now as for our device.” As Noel spoke, a portion of the wall moved, revealing a new section of the stage. This section contained a slide with a ladder to the top. At the base of the ladder stood a large pool of thick white cream. Noel spoke up, “Well girls, you will be sliding down into the pool before you can leave. Any questions?”

The girls all looked fairly perplexed before resigning themselves to their fates. Kelly climbed up first.

She took a deep breath. Noel interjected “Oh, and its gonna be headfirst.” Kelly shot Noel a look of playful annoyance. She then sat headfirst, and propelled herself forward. She flew down, and before she could prepare herself, she plunged headfirst into the thick cream. Because of the speed with which she flew down, she was submerged up to her waist.

Kelly remained still for a moment, before re-emerging. She was completely coated in the thick cream, her features completely obscured. Every inch was covered in the substance. From her hair, to her head, to her body, to her legs. Ever the outgoing spirit, she laughed at her situation. It felt refreshing in a way.

Noel spoke “Now, Layla, if you dont mind.” Layla playfully rolled her eyes before climbing the ladder.

She took a deep breath before sitting facefirst. She pushed herself downward, landing dace first in the goo. Her entire body was submerged, and she emerged covered in cream, shocked but amused. It was a foreign feeling, having cream coating and sticking in her hair.

Alright Brooke,” proclaimed Noel. Brooke sighed, climbed up and positioned herself.

She reluctsntly pushed herself, and she was propelled downward, landing facefirst in the cream. She was also completley submerged. When she emerged, she was also covered head to toe in the thick cream. She wasnt enjoying the feeling of thick gunk seeping into her clothes and sticking in her hair. She put on a brave face, put clesrly wasn’t enjoying the experience. Kelly and Layla splashed around in the cream, while Brooke refrained. That was until, Kelly and Layla playfully tackled her and pulled back down into the gunk, much to Brooke’s distaste.

“And there we have it.” bellowed Noel. “Join us next week, where we will decide a winner. See you then!”