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.
Lauren was considered a tough fitness instructor, known for her gruelling physical routines and harsh manner for issuing commands, but she was also considered a ripe target for a little humiliation.
Lauren approached the door, ready for the fitness class she had been specially commissioned to provide. She had prepared for the session in her usual way, tying her long, brown hair into a ponytail and dressing in her athletic clothes. She wore a light grey vest, that tightly covered her taut body and showed off her muscular arms, along with light blue shorts that ended high above her knees to display her legs, but were made from a loose material that clung to the curves of her rear.
She had very little idea of what the class she was about to lead was like. She had never been asked to provide a service like this before, usually her classes took place on a Sunday evening and she instructed a small class of gym members that were used to pushing their body to their limits, even though her classes were usually considered tougher than most. She was excited at the prospect of being specially chosen to lead a class and imagined who would want to attend her classes so badly. She considered if the mysterious customers were elite athletes, who thought she could help them prepare for world-class competitions, or a billionaire, wanting to maintain their fitness so they could stay young and handsome forever, with Lauren being able to charge whatever she wanted and being inducted into their glamourous world.
When she opened the door and entered the studio, she could barely hide her disappointment. There were about five men inside the room, and none had the physicality of an athlete or the obvious wealth as a rich man. Most of the men were fairly podgy, with their stomachs pushing against the fabric of their clothes, and the rest were scrawny, with thin arms and legs. Two of the class were definitely obese and their clothes strained against their bodies.
The strangest thing about the class was that all the members were made up as clowns. Each man had painted their face white and drawn a bright red smile on their lips. Some of the men had decided to wear wigs that were a variety of bright colours, while others had worn a bald wig with no hair on top and brightly coloured hair at the sides and back. Anna could see one man just had a bald head (with a slight stubble of very short hair around the sides) with the clown makeup, but still looked miserable (like a middle-aged builder forced to look that way because they lost a bet).
Interestingly, none were wearing a clown outfit, instead they were dressed in a variety of brightly coloured shorts and vests. One man wore an outfit covered in circles coloured yellow, pink and light purple, another wore a short white vest and white shorts covered in polka dots (like underwear from a cartoon). The “builder” wore a white string vest along with plain white shorts. In fact, many of the clowns seemed more like they were just about to put on their clothes for the workout, rather than dressed for the brutal exercise.
As Lauren studied the men in the room, she heard the door open, followed by a shrill cackle. She turned to see two more clowns walking into the room, but these ones were fully dressed for the role. One man wore a loose onesie, coloured black and covered in bright yellow circles, with a red and yellow jester’s hat on his head. His face was fully painted white and black paint was used to create a wide grin that had a slightly sinister appearance. Black makeup was used around his eyes to enhance the creepy look. He also wore a bright red nose.
The second man wore the same multicoloured, loose onesie and white gloves, but coloured black with a pattern consisting of dark red circles. He wore a similar hat, but his was red and black in colour. His face was also painted white and had a wide smile painted on his face with bright red paint. Two black eyebrows were drawn on his forehead that ended just above his eyes, but arched upwards like a pair of semicircles. Lauren watched as the two new clowns, one looking wicked and mischievous and the other looking happy and dopey, walked towards her.
“OK, Boys and Girls” the dopier clown called out as he and the other clown positioned themselves either side of Lauren “We have got a surprise for you today”. Lauren barely noticed that both clowns had lightly pushed her shoulders to force her to walk forwards a few steps, as if positioning her.
“He’s Slip” the mischievous clown said.
“He’s Slop” the other replied.
“And she’s Lauren. And Lauren has agreed to give you a treat” Slop told them, his voice rough and quiet, which made him sound a little frightening.
“That’s right” Slip responded. His voice was loud and strange sounding, as if he were about to start guffawing at any moment. “She is going to give you a fitness class”.
Slip’s last comment caused the assembled clowns to groan loudly and hold their foreheads in exaggerated despair.
“But don’t worry, she will keep you entertained” Slop told them with a little laugh.
“Yes, she is known to be tough and demanding…” Slip started to tell them
“…And someone will be rightfully punished at the end” Slop said, winking at the class and giggling quietly.
Upon hearing this, Lauren smiled indulgently. Lauren had always felt that a little humiliation helped her classes try harder and it was always fun to punish the least fit person. Lauren allowed her expression to become more arrogant as she studied her class, deciding who was the most likely candidate for the punishment.
“I hear you have a special routine for your classes” Slip said.
“Yes, I do” she replied. “I make everyone do press ups and I tell them a story. They must keep doing press ups until I say a special word, then they can stop. And you better make sure you do not give up before the end” she said, smiling and wagging her finger.
“You definitely want to stay until the end” Slop told them, giggling again “There might be a prize”.
“But what about the story?” Slip asked “Do you know what you will tell us?”
Lauren stopped to think, putting a finger to her lips.
“How about a story about you going shopping? And then making a pizza?” Slop suggested, his speech punctuated by sniggers.
“Good idea” she replied. Slop turned to the other clowns and gave a very wicked grin, like he was sharing a nasty private joke with everyone else.
“OK, how about you start and the two of us will go and come back later” Slip said.
Slip and Slop turned and walked out the door while the class started. Lauren, using a strong, authoritative tone, commanded the clowns to start doing press ups. The class got into position, moaning and groaning to show their displeasure, while Lauren stood at the front, making sure they were going to do the press-ups correctly before starting.
While Lauren started the class, Slop and Slip had climbed some stairs and entered a room directly above the studio. Inside the room was a large container surrounded by several plastic buckets. The two clowns walked to the container and looked down. The device was built into the floor of the room and contained a series of dividers that also had small lids built into them. The purpose of the dividers was that they created small compartments in the container, this allowed the user to pour stuff into the lowest accessible compartment. The user would then use the lid to seal off the compartment and then they could pour something else into the container and it would flow into a separate compartment without mixing with the previous material. A tube at the bottom was used to drain the container and the user could also use the lids to empty each compartment separately.
Slop giggled in his low, creepy voice and Slip guffawed at a loud volume as they looked at the plastic buckets standing around the container, each one containing something disgusting. “I hope we have the right stuff” Slip whispered as both him and Slop rubbed their hands with glee. This perfect moment was completed by Lauren’s voice, barking orders, from underneath the drainage tube.
Lauren stood in front of the clowns. “OK, everyone, now we’ll do something really special. First, everyone start doing press-ups”. The clowns all obeyed, slowly lowering themselves to the floor and getting into position. “I am going to tell a story, and everyone has to keep doing press-ups while I am talking”. She surveyed the room, making sure each person was doing the exercise properly. “When I say a special word, only then can you stop. The special word is pizza”. As she stood proudly, with her hands on her hips and her legs apart in a dominant pose, she thought she heard someone snigger when she mentioned the word.
“One day I went to the shops.” Lauren announced, adding a commanding tone to her voice. “I bought some food.”
In the room above her, Slip and Slop giggled while they prepared themselves for what was going to happen next.
The clowns all watched her, stifling their laughs. They could see her light grey vest enclosing her tough body, the fabric of the clothes slightly straining at her sides and stomach to emphasise her muscles. The garment also made her breasts look bigger, with the tight material showing how they stood out from the rest of her body and formed a smooth skin that covered them. Her light blue shorts flowed in some wind, the light dancing off them so that dark shadows and light ripples gently blew across them, suggesting the shape of her legs underneath. The shorts hinted at her strong legs as they clung to the curves of her thighs.
“I bought some tomatoes…” Lauren announced.
Slop lifted a plastic bucket and poured the contents in the container. Slip, giggling quietly, used his finger to touch the dark red colour of the mashed tomatoes and the remains of some of the pulverised fruit. The tomatoes flowed into the container before coming to a stop at the bottom, providing a beginning to the mess that will be created.
“…Some cheese…” Lauren continued.
Slop lifted another plastic bucket. While the contents poured into the container, Slip pulled a sickened face and pinched his nose to exaggerate a bad smell. The contents, a bright yellow runny liquid, flowed into the container, resting above the tomatoes.
“…Some pistachio ice-cream…” Lauren said, prolonging saying the “p” so the class would think the exercise was about to end. It seemed to work; some the clowns gasped in delight when she said it.
Slop lifted another plastic bucket, continuing to laugh in a low, sinister voice. Slip looked on delighted and rubbed his stomach as Slop poured in some pistachio ice-cream. The ice-cream was light green, but had obviously melted a little because it was fairly runny, with some visible, solid chunks moving in the liquid. As the ice-cream poured into the container, Slip placed a finger in it and put the foodstuff into his mouth. He gave a shudder of satisfaction.
“…Some chocolate sauce…” Lauren told them, with a light smirk as she taunted them with the food they loved, but caused them to need to lose weight.
Slop lifted a plastic bucket and poured in a dark brown liquid. Slip started licking his lips as the sauce entered the container.
“…And then I went home to have some nice pistachio ice-cream and chocolate sauce.” Lauren told them, smiling.
Lauren stopped. She smugly watched the clowns struggling to keep doing press-ups. All the clowns were getting sweaty and red as their bodies strained while performing the exercises. Some of the class were doing slower press-ups and making loud grunting noises as they ran out of energy, while others seemed to apply more effort, as if determined to complete the routine. Lauren also noticed that all the clowns seemed to be gasping, as if anticipating a reward, and most had a look of delight on their faces as they watched her.
“After that, I had a nice pizza.” Lauren exclaimed, with a slight hint of a smile.
Although they had stopped exercising, none of the clowns had moved from their positions. All the class were watching her with broad smiles on their faces, with some quietly laughing. As Lauren watched this slightly eerie scene, she felt something drip onto her right shoulder.
She looked down to see some pulverised red material gently sliding down her muscular arm. She felt something else gently drop onto the top of her head and slide in among her brown hair. She looked up just in time to see a cascade of red liquid and bits of tomato falling towards her in a torrent. She made a short, yelping noise.
As she stood paused, with her head covered in a red liquid that ran down her face, and her mouth frozen in a shocked expression, she heard loud hooting noises, as the clowns got to their feet and started laughing in the way that increased her feeling of humiliation. Through the mess, she could see some of them pointing at her and others falling around in enjoyment. A lot seemed to particularly enjoy the scream she made when she got hit.
Her body, with her two arms thrown out to the sides in a frozen posture of surprise, was suddenly hit by a wave of bright yellow liquid from above. The clowns kept guffawing as Lauren was overcome by the smell of old cheese as the sun-coloured liquid slowly crept down her body, their enjoyment significantly increased by her displeasure. Her light grey vest and light blue shorts were now covered by a mix of red and yellow mess.
Feeling her irritation rise, Lauren started to move her mouth to complain, but was hit by a torrent of light green, runny liquid. The melted ice-cream covered her brown hair and ran down her face quicker than the tomato juice and cheese, causing a slight chill as it flowed over her body. The ice-cream spread down her arms and body. Some of it pooled in her cleavage before running between her breasts like a cold stream. She could feel it run down her vest and shorts before it flowed down her legs. Some of it had found gaps between the waistband of her shorts and her hips, freezing the top of her legs and backside. She also felt a solid chunk of ice-cream slowly run down her cheek, its presence signalled by it’s cold temperature.
The clowns laughed harder as Lauren rose to stand on her toes due to the discomfort caused by her backside being covered in cold liquid. The laughter became louder when the chocolate sauce was dropped onto Lauren. She stared, exasperated, with her mouth hanging wide open, as the sauce quickly flowed down her face, explored her arms, followed the curves of her torso, stained her vest and shorts, clung to the curves of her legs and pooled at the bottom of her feet. The clowns applauded as they looked at the woman covered in red, yellow, green and brown liquid.
“OK, Boys and Girls, thank you.” Slip said as he appeared at the entrance. “You have all done really well and I want… Slop? What are you doing?” He asked as Slop appeared, pushing a trolley, covered with a towel, into the room.
“Well, Slip” Slop said as he positioned the trolley between the class and the messy Lauren “We promised that someone would be rightfully punished at the end of the class, which is what happened.” He gestured to Lauren, who looked at him with an uncertain expression. “But you promised that they would get a prize for staying until the end.” Lauren looked at Slip, a feeling of hurt evident in her eyes.
“I decided that, as a reward, these gentlemen can have a go at throwing these…” Slop whipped off the towel, revealing the trolley to contain 5 custard pies, each one covered in white foam “…at a target.”
“Lauren.” Slip said “Would you agree that throwing projectiles at a target is another form of exercise?”
Lauren paused for a moment, a look of worried contemplation written on her face before she nodded sadly. This caused a great, manly cheer to issue from the assembled clowns.
One of the clowns, a very happy looking man with a large body, ran to the trolley. He lifted one of the pies, took a moment to take aim and, with a high-pitched, mocking laugh, threw it. The pie flew through the air, before striking Lauren in the middle of the face. The foam created a thick white mask on her face, before running down her cheeks and her chin. The clowns cheered as Lauren’s slightly irritated expression appeared.
Another clown ran up. This clown had a long, thin body and wore white shirt and shorts decorated with polka dots, like he had come to the class in his underwear. He lifted another pie. He extended his arm forward, as if about to throw it, before pulling it back. He repeated this motion a few times, making a high-pitched “Ha” sound each time, before saying “Ha HA” and throwing the pie. The pie hit Lauren at the top of her chest, so that the foam started flowing into her cleavage. The clowns made a rowdier cheer this time.
The clown dressed in the outfit decorated with yellow, pink and light purple circles took his turn next. He ran to the trolley in awkward motions, while laughing goofily, and picked up a pie. “Bing, bang, boom.” He cried, before chucking the pie and returning to the class, making the goofy laugh. The pie hit Lauren’s stomach, causing the material of her shorts to stick to her thighs and waist. The foam mixed with the rest of the mess covering the clothes, before falling to the floor at Lauren’s feet.
“Oh, dear.” Slip announced, his hands at his cheeks in a gesture of mock concern. “Look at what you have done to her clothes.” Lauren, meanwhile, remained rooted to the spot.
Lauren stood still as Slop said, in a sly way, “Don’t worry, I’ll help her” and did not react when he crept over to her in an exaggerated manner. Lauren remained frozen as Slop hooked his thumbs between her body and the smooth fabric of her shorts at either end of her hips. She did not move even as she felt the shorts, along with the various foods that had been trapped in the material, slip down along her muscular legs. Soon she was still standing with each arm spread out and her messed shorts forming a messy pile at her feet, with bright white panties covering her groin. The fact that the skin covered by the shorts were clean highlighted this part of Lauren’s body, along with the satin panties that reflected the light and emphasised the contours of her groin.
“Now, Slop.” Slip tried to remonstrate as a great cheer rose from the assembled clowns. “You have ruined the surprise, who would want to throw any of the remaining pies at this poor, humiliated girl.” As he finished speaking, another pie flew through the air and hit Lauren’s panties. Her hips thrust back and forth following the effect of the impact and her eyes and mouth opened to form an expression of horror.
“C’mon, Slop.” Slip said with a stern tone. “I think this poor girl has had enough, just look at her face.”
“I don’t know, do you think she has had enough, gentlemen?”
The clowns all cried “No” together in a variety of silly voices, some of them even using their arms to signify that the practice should continue.
“And there is still one pie left.” Slop continued.
Slip paused to consider, his chin resting on his hand. Lauren turned to face him and shook her head slightly, her face an expression of pleading.
“OK.” Slip announced.
Lauren looked relieved as Slop grabbed her shoulders and gently turned her around. She walked around awkwardly, trying to keep her movements minimal to prevent the tomatoes, cheese, ice-cream and chocolate sauce from running down her body. She tried to move her feet, but they were obstructed by her shorts, which made her movements even more ungainly. When she had fully turned around, Slop suddenly pushed her back. She bent down and exposed her backside, covered only by the white panties, to the clowns.
The clown resembling a builder ran forwards and picked up the last pie. Lauren heard a great roar of encouragement from the rest of the class and braced for impact. She felt the force of the foam-filled pie strike the middle of her backside, the foam sliding down her thighs and causing her underwear to stick to her skin. As she felt her body rock forwards after the heavy impact, she felt her feet try to move while trapped in her shorts. She tried to stay upright, but, with the class crying “Oh” as they monitored her attempts, she suddenly fell forwards and landed on the floor.
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.
Lauren was considered a tough fitness instructor, known for her gruelling physical routines and harsh manner for issuing commands, but she was also considered a ripe target for a little humiliation.
Lauren approached the door, ready for the fitness class she had been specially commissioned to provide. She had prepared for the session in her usual way, tying her long, brown hair into a ponytail and dressing in her athletic clothes. She wore a light grey vest, that tightly covered her taut body and showed off her muscular arms, along with light blue shorts that ended high above her knees to display her legs, but were made from a loose material that clung to the curves of her rear.
She had very little idea of what the class she was about to lead was like. She had never been asked to provide a service like this before, usually her classes took place on a Sunday evening and she instructed a small class of gym members that were used to pushing their body to their limits, even though her classes were usually considered tougher than most. She was excited at the prospect of being specially chosen to lead a class and imagined who would want to attend her classes so badly. She considered if the mysterious customers were elite athletes, who thought she could help them prepare for world-class competitions, or a billionaire, wanting to maintain their fitness so they could stay young and handsome forever, with Lauren being able to charge whatever she wanted and being inducted into their glamourous world.
When she opened the door and entered the studio, she could barely hide her disappointment. There were about five men inside the room, and none had the physicality of an athlete or the obvious wealth as a rich man. Most of the men were fairly podgy, with their stomachs pushing against the fabric of their clothes, and the rest were scrawny, with thin arms and legs. Two of the class were definitely obese and their clothes strained against their bodies.
The strangest thing about the class was that all the members were made up as clowns. Each man had painted their face white and drawn a bright red smile on their lips. Some of the men had decided to wear wigs that were a variety of bright colours, while others had worn a bald wig with no hair on top and brightly coloured hair at the sides and back. Anna could see one man just had a bald head (with a slight stubble of very short hair around the sides) with the clown makeup, but still looked miserable (like a middle-aged builder forced to look that way because they lost a bet).
Interestingly, none were wearing a clown outfit, instead they were dressed in a variety of brightly coloured shorts and vests. One man wore an outfit covered in circles coloured yellow, pink and light purple, another wore a short white vest and white shorts covered in polka dots (like underwear from a cartoon). The “builder” wore a white string vest along with plain white shorts. In fact, many of the clowns seemed more like they were just about to put on their clothes for the workout, rather than dressed for the brutal exercise.
As Lauren studied the men in the room, she heard the door open, followed by a shrill cackle. She turned to see two more clowns walking into the room, but these ones were fully dressed for the role. One man wore a loose onesie, coloured black and covered in bright yellow circles, with a red and yellow jester’s hat on his head. His face was fully painted white and black paint was used to create a wide grin that had a slightly sinister appearance. Black makeup was used around his eyes to enhance the creepy look. He also wore a bright red nose.
The second man wore the same multicoloured, loose onesie and white gloves, but coloured black with a pattern consisting of dark red circles. He wore a similar hat, but his was red and black in colour. His face was also painted white and had a wide smile painted on his face with bright red paint. Two black eyebrows were drawn on his forehead that ended just above his eyes, but arched upwards like a pair of semicircles. Lauren watched as the two new clowns, one looking wicked and mischievous and the other looking happy and dopey, walked towards her.
“OK, Boys and Girls” the dopier clown called out as he and the other clown positioned themselves either side of Lauren “We have got a surprise for you today”. Lauren barely noticed that both clowns had lightly pushed her shoulders to force her to walk forwards a few steps, as if positioning her.
“He’s Slip” the mischievous clown said.
“He’s Slop” the other replied.
“And she’s Lauren. And Lauren has agreed to give you a treat” Slop told them, his voice rough and quiet, which made him sound a little frightening.
“That’s right” Slip responded. His voice was loud and strange sounding, as if he were about to start guffawing at any moment. “She is going to give you a fitness class”.
Slip’s last comment caused the assembled clowns to groan loudly and hold their foreheads in exaggerated despair.
“But don’t worry, she will keep you entertained” Slop told them with a little laugh.
“Yes, she is known to be tough and demanding…” Slip started to tell them
“…And someone will be rightfully punished at the end” Slop said, winking at the class and giggling quietly.
Upon hearing this, Lauren smiled indulgently. Lauren had always felt that a little humiliation helped her classes try harder and it was always fun to punish the least fit person. Lauren allowed her expression to become more arrogant as she studied her class, deciding who was the most likely candidate for the punishment.
“I hear you have a special routine for your classes” Slip said.
“Yes, I do” she replied. “I make everyone do press ups and I tell them a story. They must keep doing press ups until I say a special word, then they can stop. And you better make sure you do not give up before the end” she said, smiling and wagging her finger.
“You definitely want to stay until the end” Slop told them, giggling again “There might be a prize”.
“But what about the story?” Slip asked “Do you know what you will tell us?”
Lauren stopped to think, putting a finger to her lips.
“How about a story about you going shopping? And then making a pizza?” Slop suggested, his speech punctuated by sniggers.
“Good idea” she replied. Slop turned to the other clowns and gave a very wicked grin, like he was sharing a nasty private joke with everyone else.
“OK, how about you start and the two of us will go and come back later” Slip said.
Slip and Slop turned and walked out the door while the class started. Lauren, using a strong, authoritative tone, commanded the clowns to start doing press ups. The class got into position, moaning and groaning to show their displeasure, while Lauren stood at the front, making sure they were going to do the press-ups correctly before starting.
While Lauren started the class, Slop and Slip had climbed some stairs and entered a room directly above the studio. Inside the room was a large container surrounded by several plastic buckets. The two clowns walked to the container and looked down. The device was built into the floor of the room and contained a series of dividers that also had small lids built into them. The purpose of the dividers was that they created small compartments in the container, this allowed the user to pour stuff into the lowest accessible compartment. The user would then use the lid to seal off the compartment and then they could pour something else into the container and it would flow into a separate compartment without mixing with the previous material. A tube at the bottom was used to drain the container and the user could also use the lids to empty each compartment separately.
Slop giggled in his low, creepy voice and Slip guffawed at a loud volume as they looked at the plastic buckets standing around the container, each one containing something disgusting. “I hope we have the right stuff” Slip whispered as both him and Slop rubbed their hands with glee. This perfect moment was completed by Lauren’s voice, barking orders, from underneath the drainage tube.
Lauren stood in front of the clowns. “OK, everyone, now we’ll do something really special. First, everyone start doing press-ups”. The clowns all obeyed, slowly lowering themselves to the floor and getting into position. “I am going to tell a story, and everyone has to keep doing press-ups while I am talking”. She surveyed the room, making sure each person was doing the exercise properly. “When I say a special word, only then can you stop. The special word is pizza”. As she stood proudly, with her hands on her hips and her legs apart in a dominant pose, she thought she heard someone snigger when she mentioned the word.
“One day I went to the shops.” Lauren announced, adding a commanding tone to her voice. “I bought some food.”
In the room above her, Slip and Slop giggled while they prepared themselves for what was going to happen next.
The clowns all watched her, stifling their laughs. They could see her light grey vest enclosing her tough body, the fabric of the clothes slightly straining at her sides and stomach to emphasise her muscles. The garment also made her breasts look bigger, with the tight material showing how they stood out from the rest of her body and formed a smooth skin that covered them. Her light blue shorts flowed in some wind, the light dancing off them so that dark shadows and light ripples gently blew across them, suggesting the shape of her legs underneath. The shorts hinted at her strong legs as they clung to the curves of her thighs.
“I bought some tomatoes…” Lauren announced.
Slop lifted a plastic bucket and poured the contents in the container. Slip, giggling quietly, used his finger to touch the dark red colour of the mashed tomatoes and the remains of some of the pulverised fruit. The tomatoes flowed into the container before coming to a stop at the bottom, providing a beginning to the mess that will be created.
“…Some cheese…” Lauren continued.
Slop lifted another plastic bucket. While the contents poured into the container, Slip pulled a sickened face and pinched his nose to exaggerate a bad smell. The contents, a bright yellow runny liquid, flowed into the container, resting above the tomatoes.
“…Some pistachio ice-cream…” Lauren said, prolonging saying the “p” so the class would think the exercise was about to end. It seemed to work; some the clowns gasped in delight when she said it.
Slop lifted another plastic bucket, continuing to laugh in a low, sinister voice. Slip looked on delighted and rubbed his stomach as Slop poured in some pistachio ice-cream. The ice-cream was light green, but had obviously melted a little because it was fairly runny, with some visible, solid chunks moving in the liquid. As the ice-cream poured into the container, Slip placed a finger in it and put the foodstuff into his mouth. He gave a shudder of satisfaction.
“…Some chocolate sauce…” Lauren told them, with a light smirk as she taunted them with the food they loved, but caused them to need to lose weight.
Slop lifted a plastic bucket and poured in a dark brown liquid. Slip started licking his lips as the sauce entered the container.
“…And then I went home to have some nice pistachio ice-cream and chocolate sauce.” Lauren told them, smiling.
Lauren stopped. She smugly watched the clowns struggling to keep doing press-ups. All the clowns were getting sweaty and red as their bodies strained while performing the exercises. Some of the class were doing slower press-ups and making loud grunting noises as they ran out of energy, while others seemed to apply more effort, as if determined to complete the routine. Lauren also noticed that all the clowns seemed to be gasping, as if anticipating a reward, and most had a look of delight on their faces as they watched her.
“After that, I had a nice pizza.” Lauren exclaimed, with a slight hint of a smile.
Although they had stopped exercising, none of the clowns had moved from their positions. All the class were watching her with broad smiles on their faces, with some quietly laughing. As Lauren watched this slightly eerie scene, she felt something drip onto her right shoulder.
She looked down to see some pulverised red material gently sliding down her muscular arm. She felt something else gently drop onto the top of her head and slide in among her brown hair. She looked up just in time to see a cascade of red liquid and bits of tomato falling towards her in a torrent. She made a short, yelping noise.
As she stood paused, with her head covered in a red liquid that ran down her face, and her mouth frozen in a shocked expression, she heard loud hooting noises, as the clowns got to their feet and started laughing in the way that increased her feeling of humiliation. Through the mess, she could see some of them pointing at her and others falling around in enjoyment. A lot seemed to particularly enjoy the scream she made when she got hit.
Her body, with her two arms thrown out to the sides in a frozen posture of surprise, was suddenly hit by a wave of bright yellow liquid from above. The clowns kept guffawing as Lauren was overcome by the smell of old cheese as the sun-coloured liquid slowly crept down her body, their enjoyment significantly increased by her displeasure. Her light grey vest and light blue shorts were now covered by a mix of red and yellow mess.
Feeling her irritation rise, Lauren started to move her mouth to complain, but was hit by a torrent of light green, runny liquid. The melted ice-cream covered her brown hair and ran down her face quicker than the tomato juice and cheese, causing a slight chill as it flowed over her body. The ice-cream spread down her arms and body. Some of it pooled in her cleavage before running between her breasts like a cold stream. She could feel it run down her vest and shorts before it flowed down her legs. Some of it had found gaps between the waistband of her shorts and her hips, freezing the top of her legs and backside. She also felt a solid chunk of ice-cream slowly run down her cheek, its presence signalled by it’s cold temperature.
The clowns laughed harder as Lauren rose to stand on her toes due to the discomfort caused by her backside being covered in cold liquid. The laughter became louder when the chocolate sauce was dropped onto Lauren. She stared, exasperated, with her mouth hanging wide open, as the sauce quickly flowed down her face, explored her arms, followed the curves of her torso, stained her vest and shorts, clung to the curves of her legs and pooled at the bottom of her feet. The clowns applauded as they looked at the woman covered in red, yellow, green and brown liquid.
“OK, Boys and Girls, thank you.” Slip said as he appeared at the entrance. “You have all done really well and I want… Slop? What are you doing?” He asked as Slop appeared, pushing a trolley, covered with a towel, into the room.
“Well, Slip” Slop said as he positioned the trolley between the class and the messy Lauren “We promised that someone would be rightfully punished at the end of the class, which is what happened.” He gestured to Lauren, who looked at him with an uncertain expression. “But you promised that they would get a prize for staying until the end.” Lauren looked at Slip, a feeling of hurt evident in her eyes.
“I decided that, as a reward, these gentlemen can have a go at throwing these…” Slop whipped off the towel, revealing the trolley to contain 5 custard pies, each one covered in white foam “…at a target.”
“Lauren.” Slip said “Would you agree that throwing projectiles at a target is another form of exercise?”
Lauren paused for a moment, a look of worried contemplation written on her face before she nodded sadly. This caused a great, manly cheer to issue from the assembled clowns.
One of the clowns, a very happy looking man with a large body, ran to the trolley. He lifted one of the pies, took a moment to take aim and, with a high-pitched, mocking laugh, threw it. The pie flew through the air, before striking Lauren in the middle of the face. The foam created a thick white mask on her face, before running down her cheeks and her chin. The clowns cheered as Lauren’s slightly irritated expression appeared.
Another clown ran up. This clown had a long, thin body and wore white shirt and shorts decorated with polka dots, like he had come to the class in his underwear. He lifted another pie. He extended his arm forward, as if about to throw it, before pulling it back. He repeated this motion a few times, making a high-pitched “Ha” sound each time, before saying “Ha HA” and throwing the pie. The pie hit Lauren at the top of her chest, so that the foam started flowing into her cleavage. The clowns made a rowdier cheer this time.
The clown dressed in the outfit decorated with yellow, pink and light purple circles took his turn next. He ran to the trolley in awkward motions, while laughing goofily, and picked up a pie. “Bing, bang, boom.” He cried, before chucking the pie and returning to the class, making the goofy laugh. The pie hit Lauren’s stomach, causing the material of her shorts to stick to her thighs and waist. The foam mixed with the rest of the mess covering the clothes, before falling to the floor at Lauren’s feet.
“Oh, dear.” Slip announced, his hands at his cheeks in a gesture of mock concern. “Look at what you have done to her clothes.” Lauren, meanwhile, remained rooted to the spot.
Lauren stood still as Slop said, in a sly way, “Don’t worry, I’ll help her” and did not react when he crept over to her in an exaggerated manner. Lauren remained frozen as Slop hooked his thumbs between her body and the smooth fabric of her shorts at either end of her hips. She did not move even as she felt the shorts, along with the various foods that had been trapped in the material, slip down along her muscular legs. Soon she was still standing with each arm spread out and her messed shorts forming a messy pile at her feet, with bright white panties covering her groin. The fact that the skin covered by the shorts were clean highlighted this part of Lauren’s body, along with the satin panties that reflected the light and emphasised the contours of her groin.
“Now, Slop.” Slip tried to remonstrate as a great cheer rose from the assembled clowns. “You have ruined the surprise, who would want to throw any of the remaining pies at this poor, humiliated girl.” As he finished speaking, another pie flew through the air and hit Lauren’s panties. Her hips thrust back and forth following the effect of the impact and her eyes and mouth opened to form an expression of horror.
“C’mon, Slop.” Slip said with a stern tone. “I think this poor girl has had enough, just look at her face.”
“I don’t know, do you think she has had enough, gentlemen?”
The clowns all cried “No” together in a variety of silly voices, some of them even using their arms to signify that the practice should continue.
“And there is still one pie left.” Slop continued.
Slip paused to consider, his chin resting on his hand. Lauren turned to face him and shook her head slightly, her face an expression of pleading.
“OK.” Slip announced.
Lauren looked relieved as Slop grabbed her shoulders and gently turned her around. She walked around awkwardly, trying to keep her movements minimal to prevent the tomatoes, cheese, ice-cream and chocolate sauce from running down her body. She tried to move her feet, but they were obstructed by her shorts, which made her movements even more ungainly. When she had fully turned around, Slop suddenly pushed her back. She bent down and exposed her backside, covered only by the white panties, to the clowns.
The clown resembling a builder ran forwards and picked up the last pie. Lauren heard a great roar of encouragement from the rest of the class and braced for impact. She felt the force of the foam-filled pie strike the middle of her backside, the foam sliding down her thighs and causing her underwear to stick to her skin. As she felt her body rock forwards after the heavy impact, she felt her feet try to move while trapped in her shorts. She tried to stay upright, but, with the class crying “Oh” as they monitored her attempts, she suddenly fell forwards and landed on the floor.
She lay on the floor, the food covered her proud body and stained her clothes, foam covered her private areas, her shorts were little more than a small pile of ruined fabric at her feet and her panties were boldly visible against her skin. She heard the sound of loud applause and goofy laughter in a collection of voices as the clowns watched her humiliation with enjoyment. In that moment, she was no longer a military-like, dictatorial instructor, she was an embarrassed woman lying in a pool of mess with her underwear showing.
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She was wearing a short yellow minidress and high heel shoes and without saying anything she clapped her hands and looked upwards towards a large TV monitor above her. It burst into life and started to play brief video highlight clips from the previous shows, showing multiple gungings of sports news reporters.
The ladies gulped as they knew what was going to happen next and they weren’t disappointed as they were stood with their backs against the frames and had their wrists and ankles secured at each end of the X. This left them in an uncompromising position with their arms and legs outstretched.
“Thanks for rejoining our show, and I t’s time we give our winner their prize…..”
“Oh no! I thought I might end up messy at some stage as presenters of these shows usually do, but I can’t believe I’m going to get the winners prize!”
“Hey, what are you guys doing? I thought we had a deal?”
