Gunge Story
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Gunge Story
My lastest offering is a bit of an experiment. We all know how it
feels to have a bucket of something gooey poured all over you (well,
at least I do!). But how would it feel if you were of the opposite
sex? In celebration of this rather odd quest for knowledge I bring
you the following story. Written 1st person our lovely, raven-haired
victim describes how she was splattered from head to toe in just
about every type of gunge you can imagine. Read and enjoy!
Tip: To localize this story simply replace the UK pound sign with
your own currency symbol. Neat huh... ;-)
(f, food, pies, oil, gunge and a charitable spirit)
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Hi! I'm Rebecca, but my friends all call me Beckie. I'm 23 years old
and work at a bar right in the centre of town. I love my job and
certainly find myself very popular with all of the men who call in.
Maybe if I describe myself you'll see why! I stand about 5'8" tall,
with blue eyes and long, dark curly hair almost down to the small of
my back. Because of my height I have fairly long legs and quite a
curvy figure. Ever since I was a young teenage girl I have been
blessed with a wonderfully large pair of breasts, so I always try
squeeze into the tightest of tops!
The reason I am writing this is to tell you about something rather
amazing that takes place in the bar every year. Not only being
totally crazy at work we love trying to raise money for charity. This
is why we always make our best efforts to collect plenty of money in
the summer. This event past was a very silly affair, but if I tell
you more I'm sure you are just going to love what I got up to. You
see, last summer we had a 'Dare Beckie' contest which managed to rake
in a small fortune for charity. If you're wondering just what I did
please read on...
The basic idea was really just a cheap excuse to repeatedly cover me
in lots of different types of goo and gunge. I really did get the
lot, but I guess it was all worth it in the end as we raised nearly
Π5000. What we did was this: I had a list of completely unspeakable
'dares' to perform, most of them involving me getting covered in
splodge! The more messy the dare the more money I would raise. For
example, if someone chucked a bucket of water over me, this would
only count for a few pounds. However, getting white-washed with paint
would pay slightly more. In case you're wondering who thought of such
non-sense it was all dreamed up by one of the barmen. His wife always
complained about his odd little ideas and now I can see why. I
certainly hope he doesn't make her do some of the things I did!
As far as clothing goes all of the barmen wanted me to wear a bikini
whilst 'doing and daring', but I thought the idea of this sounded far
too cold. Instead I went for my usual 'black and tight' look. Here's
what I had on: A figure hugging leotard/bodysuit, semi-opaque tights,
pleated mini-skirt and a neat pair of suede high heels. With my
make-up done nicely and my hair brushed the boys certainly had no
cause to complain about how sexy I looked! Unfortunately, by the time
the day was over the whole outfit was far beyond ever getting clean
again. Keep on reading to find out why...
To start with boys could pay a pound to come up and empty a bucket of
cold water all over me. It was freezing cold but I raised Π35 just
for getting soaked. At the time I had to sit on a chair and keep
still as gallons of icey water were slowly poured over my head,
shoulders and top. I think my bra-less boobs beneath the soaking
leotard were the main attraction. To be quite honest it made my
nipples and most of the lads very erect indeed! Some 175 gallons of
water later the boys were all done (35, 5 gallon buckets at a pound a
go, silly!). I looked like a drowned rat, but all of the barmen
couldn't help commenting just how sleek my wet outfit looked.
The next 'dare' was slightly more messy. Four lads had a minute to
dispose of 50 lemon merangue pies in order to raise Π100 from their
sponsor. No, I didn't end up eating them! The pies were destined for
my face, hair, clothes etc. Anywhere a pie would fit! As the whistle
blew the first pie was pushed square into my face, rapidly followed
by another two 'sandwiching' my head. The boys wasted no time and
before I could scoop the curd and cream from my eyes they were
already busy splattering them all over my outfit. Miraculously, they
managed to trash me with all of the pies in just 48 seconds. My
tights felt weird and heavy from all of the yellow and white goo
slopped down them. One of the cheeky lads had even lifted my skirt
and rubbed one all over my bum. This felt quite squelchy between my
legs, but nowhere as gooey as I was about to end up.
Still covered from head to foot in lemon merangue someone dared me
Π150 that I wouldn't climb into a rubber paddling pool full of cream
cheese! This, I have to say, seemed a repulsive thought, but filled
with charitable spirit I agreed. A 'childrens' paddling pool was
wheeled on completely filled to the brim with what looked like cheese
spread. Biting my lip I carefully slipped off my pie covered shoe and
dipped my stockinged toes into the yellowy mass. It felt quite soft
and yielding so I pushed my foot right in. Eugghh! What a strange
feeling it was having the cheese oozing between my toes! Off came the
other shoe and in went the my other foot. With a huge cheer I finally
crawled right in and sat down. I can't even begin to describe how
sticky it was, but I was in for a shock! For good measure I lay back
in the cheese, pushing my bum, back and then hair right in. The boys
were all ecstatic I had been such a good sport, but as I tried to sit
up their semi turned-on cooing turned to fits of laughter. I was
glued in and couldn't move. The cheese was so thick in texture I had
to stretch out my arms and be pulled up. As you can image my pretty,
black outfit and hair was now a wash with a thick shiney, film of
dairy goo!
After paddling in soft cheese for a while I wondered if anything
worse could possibily happen to me. Not so bad this time, but equally
as messy. There was this older chap, who looked like a bit of a
pervert to me. He said he would give me Π5 for ever bucket of
coloured goo he was allowed to tip over me. The goo itself looked
pretty dreadful, it was either wallpaper paste or porridge mixed with
food dye. So with my eyes closed and my teeth clenched I stood hands
by my side as bucket after bucket of gunge deluged my body. The first
thick sliming was soft, runny and bright orange. God knows what it
was! The next was slightly stiffer and a murky purple shade. He
certainly knew how to gunge a girl, starting at the top of my head,
coating my hair and then swirling it down to thickly cover my
shoulders and boobs. However, I did draw the line when he asked to
fill my leotard with green porridge...Yuk! Nevertheless, that little
mucky escapade raised another Π50 (10 whole gallons of goo!).
The next dare almost made me faint with shock. Someone had managed to
find an old oil drum. For Π200 I was dared to get blindfolded and
then made to wriggle into the tub and guess what was inside. Bearing
in mind that the drum could have had anything in it, I thought I was
quite brave. Once the silk scarf was tied over my eyes, I was
carefully lead to a step ladder next to the drum. Rather than
carefully dip my feet in first I decide that I would plunge right in!
With one almighty leap I slopped my way into the drum. The most
unbelieveable thick, greasy, and very squidgy resistance stopped my
body falling in too fast. As I stood their squirming around in the
gelatinous mess I tried to image just what I was submerged up to my
boobs in. It felt rather like stiff jelly, but I wasn't quite sure.
Eventually, after a great deal of thought I guessed correctly - it
was lard. Yes, lard. How disgusting! They even gave me a booby prize
for taking so long to guess. A bucket of liquid soap tipped all over
my head! By now I was not a pretty sight. Covered in fat, cheese,
paste and curd I looked slightly worse for wear, mainly because of my
matted hair. However, they still wanted more and more they got. My
outfit was now ruined totally so it didn't matter what they did to
me!
Just to prove the point someone had a five litre drum of thick, black
used engine oil. They were prepared to pay Π75 to tip the lot over
me. Stupidly, in the 'heat' of the moment I agreed. Later my
boyfriend told me that the stuff is poisonous, so I was lucky not to
get sick afterwards. I have to say the oil made a delicious
'glugging' sound as it spilled from the can, coating me in a heavy,
'treacle like' film of oily slop. Now I really was all in black! It
was a little ironic that such a dreadful mess actually 'cleaned' me
up to a certain extent. All of the cheese, lard, cream and other mess
was all washed away by the oil. As you can imagine my leotard and
tights were all stuck to my skin. Oh well! Not for long, just wait
for the next dare!
Previously I had not allowed my leotard to be filled with gunge. But
someone made me an offer I just couldn't turn down. For Π300 they
wanted to put a funnel down my cleavage and then poor in a whole
catering size kilo tin of rice pudding inside my outfit. This was a
very odd sensation indeed! The heavy creamed rice rapidly trickled
down inside my leotard and collected as a heavy mass around my
skirt's waistband. As more and more pudding deluged down inside my
poor lycra costume could finally take no more. Lifting my short skirt
at the front I watched in awe as my leotard 'burst' at the legs holes
and pudding all oozed out down my legs. Very weird indeed! To top
things off he finally treated what was left of the creamy desert to a
free for all external gunging of my outfit. My leotard, tights and
skirt all were doused for fun with the soft, lumpy pudding...
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Gunge And The Single Girl - Part II
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Next, my four lads were back begging to try and smash their record of
50 pies in a minute with a new challenge. Covered me with 75 whipped
cream and chocolate pudding pies in under a minute. So back to the
chair I went and began contemplating just how the boys were proposing
to splatter that amount of slop over me in such a short space of
time. I have to say I was impressed with their coverage, but only
managed 70 pies in the alloted time. After they'd finished I looked
very tasty indeed, covered from hair to high heels in sweet pudding!
Unfortunately for me, some joker then emptied two whole bags of flour
over me. As you can imagine this turned me into a rather horrid
pasty, dohey mess as the powder became wet in the whip. I was just
dreaming of the time I could take a nice hot shower when another guy
perked up, offering vast amounts of cash to have his mucky way.
Π200 brought this 'punter' the unchallenged right to get me all
'saucy', as he put it. Despite still being plasted in oil, rice
pudding, instant whip and flour he wanted me gunged in some rather
sickly tomato products. First it was an 'over the head' gunging from
a five gallon bucket of tomato soup. Next he vigerously squeezed a
whole plastic bottle of ketchup down my front, totally submerging my
boobs in runny layers of red gloop. I think he desperately wanted to
rub my two large sauce smothered mounds, but I wasn't going to let
him! (What type of girl do you think I am!!). Finally it was a gooey
'deluge my leotard and skirt' effort as he swirled a bucket of mixed
baked beans and spaghetti all down my costume. Weird, eh!
I suppose you're wondering just what happened to that huge pool of
cream cheese, aren't you! Well, after I landed in it quite a bit
slopped out of the sides, but there was still quite a bit left to be
used up. Enter my next sponsor! I couldn't help noticing that the
dares were all starting to get a little bit kinky. Check out the next
one! This sponsor was prepared to shell out Π150 for me to just walk
around! Basically, he was eager to see me trotting around in the tub
of cream cheese, wearing my high heeled shoes. (Hmmm!). This I did
for a bit, but felt a touch stupid after a while. By the time I'd
done a few laps of the pool my shoes were caked with huge clods of
soft cheese, making them almost unrecognisable (or down right silly,
I'd say!). Finally, however, we got down to the real issue in hand.
For his Π150 he wanted me to remove the soiled suede stilettos and
fill them to the brim and then slip them back on! Squeezy, cheesy and
very messy, especially inbetween my toes! What was left of the mashed
tub of curds and whey were used to good effect. Six guys picked up
the pool and used it as a giant 'pie in the face' (a pie in the body,
more like!) as they shoved and mashed the soft creamy cheese all over
my face. The rest splattered, oozed and slopped all over my chest and
lap. I was was covered in it and didn't care!
After the previous gooey plastering I was given a little time to
scrape off some of the thick cream cheese that I was totally
smothered in. This took a little while, but I knew it was in good
cause! There was a very special dare just about to be put to me. One
of the guys wanted to know if I would be alternately 'custard and
creamed' several times, all for the bargain price of Π500. Certainly
a challenge that I wasn't about to turn down for such a large amount
of money. Basically, I was made to sit on a rather uncomfortable
plastic chair and await my gooey punishment. Slowly, but surely the
first builder's bucket of rich dairy custard was carefully poured all
over my hair. It was really strange because the stuff was so creamy
and thick that it totally engulfed my head in a stiff yellow film.
This gently spilled down my body submerging my shoulders and chest in
sweet goo. Eventually the torrant of smooth mess dribbled over my
tummy and splattered into a puddle on my lap. I was drenched in
custard and loved it! I don't think it would have usually felt so
nice but they had been kind enough to warm it up for me. But, that's
more than I can say for the cream! Before I'd had chance even to wipe
the warm, yellow slop from my eyes a painfully cold dribble of fresh
double cream began to ooze over my sticky locks. This was also being
poured by the bucketload, this time reducing my whole outfit to a
yellowly, white swirling mass of glistening desert. This went on and
on repeatedly. Just as the cream stop pouring the custard started.
The guy who dared me to let him deluge my outfit in the stuff was a
little concerned that my bottom half was not getting the gunging it
deserved. My leotard and skirt were literaly saturated in the soft,
creamy liquid, right through to my skin. However, my tights, although
wet from the other 'dares', were relatively clean. He had a solution
to this; I was made to stand, shoes and all, in a full bucket of
cream. Most of this splashed out of the bucket, but left enough for
my submerged high-heels to stay nice and squidgy (Yuk!). What was
left visible of my tights was quickly splashed and splattered by
another bucket of warm custard, filling the bucket I was standing in
and adding to the mess.
By this stage in the evening I was starting to feel just a little bit
weary. I had already raised a large amount of money and was feeling
very proud of my efforts. However, I was starting to wonder just how
I was going to get cleaned up from of the the repulsive mess that
covered me. Mind you, if I'd known for a second just what was going
to happen to me next, I needn't have bothered! The grand finalle for
Π1000 was going to involve me testing out a rather special invention.
"The Mud Booth"...
This was a rather odd glass sided box with a huge tank suspended
above it, but I could quite guess from the name exactly what was
going to end up all over me. Reluctantly I slicked back my pudding
covered hair and bravely made for the booth. For this experience I
was going to have to stand, as there was no chair. Just as I wrigged
myself into positon I caught a glimpse of my gunge-smothered body in
one of the bar's long mirrors. What a terrible mess! I quite had
liked what I was wearing, but now it was all going to have to be
thrown away, especially after they released the tank of mud all over
me. It was so very teasy! They hung on for ages making me think that
I was about to be deluged in the mud, it was all so cruel! Finally,
down it poured. With a whoosh the smooth liquid mud began to slowly
dribble and ooze it's way over me, covering every inch of my body.
The gooey, brown slop was just like rich china clay; all glossy and
creamy. The sponsors now had exactly what they desired; a young lady,
clad in a leotard and tights totally deluged in soft liquid gunge.
Eventually, after trying to catch my breath I decide to step forward
form the booth and treat the crowd to the look of my bearly
recognisable form. It was such a strange feeling being totally
smothered in liquid mud as every move I made resulted in a glorious
squelching noise. One guy said I looked just like a melted chocolate
bar, but with boobs! I'll take that as a kind of compliment!
After that point it was decided that there was very little else they
could smear all over me. I was very, very tired and it was begining
to show, as I looked decidely uncomfortable (well, wouldn't you with
such sodden clothes?). This time, totally for free, I stood in and
empty rubber pool and let three of the guys hose me down with some
lovely warm, clean water. I enjoyed this very much as a matter of
relief, however, the two young chaps seemed delighted that they were
actually soaking a young lady wearing just tight, lycra gear. The
water eventually soothed away all of the gunge leaving my leotard,
skirt, tights and shoes wet and glistening under the bright lights.
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Since there was some asking about it before, I've been thinking about what rules need to be applied to stories. It's hard to strike a balance between compliance with the TOS and freedom of expression, but hopefully, these will provide a clear guideline about what is and is not allowed. 1: In accordance with the Forumotion Terms of Service, sexually explicit content is not allowed. This one should go without saying, but it's worth repeating just in case. There are other platforms where such stories can be found and posted. Sexually explicit work includes depictions of full nudity, intercourse, masturbation and focus on genitalia. Partial nudity can go no further than underwear or swimwear (including a bra/bikini top on women). 2: Any "extreme" mess should have a tag in the title of the topic stating as much. The following substances are not considered to be "extreme", and thus do not require a warning. Gunge/slime Foods, be they sweet (such as whipped cream, custard, pudding etc.), savoury (ketchup, soup, baked beans etc.) or other. Soap/foam Paint Lotion Mud (and similar substances such as clay) Water 3: Do not depict any character or real person under the age of 18 getting messy. Just as re
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