Written by PML — 2011 — from WamLibrary
foam, food, m/f, pie, slime, tv
The three young women enter the room, and just stared as they stopped to view what they had just walked in on. A wide variety of slime tanks, each filled with a spectrum of colours, all seemingly ready to dump their contents in a variety of ways. Some looked daunting, others looked downright confusing. Still, each of the three girls thought the same: Just what had they agreed to?
All three girls had a common link. They had appeared in an American show Smallville, all three girls being the leading ladies. The blond girl, who was in the show for every season, was Allison Mack, who played Chloe Sullivan. The one with brown hair was Erica Durance, who played the one and only Lois Lane. The final girl, with darker black hair, was Kristin Kreuk, and she had played Lana Lang in the earlier seasons of the show.
Their collective thoughts were interrupted when a man approached the three of them. “Ladies, welcome. How was the flight?” The girls each murmured a positive, still confused by the whole room. “I’m glad you could come all this way. Peter would absolutely love to meet you, but that can wait till after we’ve played the game. Now I presume you know what we’re doing today?” Again, the girls just nodded. “Good. The vote is already underway, and we’ll let you know when we’re taking results. For the time being, shall I introduce you to Peter, Kelly and Emma?”
Now slightly amused, the three women agreed, knowing at least one of them was going to be embarrassed by the end of the experience, but for the time being, they might as well just go with the flow before it all begins.
The three women were led around the room, taking in the sights (which consisted of the various ways Kelly and Emma had devised for gunging each other), and laughing as Peter came out in a superman costume. Soon however, Eddie was leading them to a chair in the middle of a wide open space. The chair looked nothing special, and Allison was quick with the enquiries.
“So, what’s this chair got on the giant naked lady over there?”
“Oh nothing. It’s just chair. Of course, it can be useful for somewhere to sit, and one of you should take a seat.”
The three girls simply looked confused.
“Ah yes, why, I think you Erica should take a seat.”
Erica looked further confused at this. “Er…Why…Ok.” She sat down on the chair, pushing down her skirt before looking bemused at Allison and Kristin. “Ok, I’m sat down. Now what?”
Eddie snapped his fingers. “Oh didn’t anyone tell you? This is the first punishment. You see, you Erica took an early lead in the voting, and were top when the first checkpoint was taken. As such, you receive the pizza pie.” Kelly walked from around the side of a nearby gunge tank, holding a massive foam pie. It clearly wasn’t a pizza of any sort, but it was as big as one, and was packed so very high with the foam. Erica’s eyes widened as she realised exactly where the pie was going.
“What…no, I thought it was one big vote, with money going to charity. I really took an early lead?”
“Well yeah, you are Lois Lane. And the money will be going to charity, don’t worry about that. Don’t fret too much. We still don’t know the final result. Besides, this only the first forfeit. You should wait to see what’s to come.”
“Great, so now I just…Woomph.”
Kelly had chosen this moment to slam the pie straight at Erica’s face. The pie, being so large, smacked foam behind Erica’s face, messing up her hair as well. Allison and Kristin smiled at Erica’s misfortune, although their laughter was restrained at the hint of worse should they have ended up in the lead (and still could). Kelly pulled the pie away to reveal a foamy Erica, who spluttered with the foam in her mouth, spitting out something before wiping away the vast quantities of excess foam on her face. She was able to wipe away most of the foam, but a fair bit still lingered as Eddie started saying, “C’mon, plenty to do, lot’s to see, women to gunge.” The girls weren’t exactly enthusiastic as Eddie started guiding them further around. Only time would tell whether they get even messier than how Erica was right now.
The girls kept walking around the room, Erica trying to wipe her face with her hands, having been given no towel. Eddie kept talking about this or another, but was interrupted by a shriek from Kristin.
“Hold on, that looks familiar.”
Eddie looked where she was pointing and smiled. “Ah yes, the carwash gunge tank. This is quite a story. Originally on Noel’s House Party, we copied the designs using only the clips that survived. Kelly and Emma have used it many times. Peter even tells me he had sex riding that track.” He turned to find three uncomfortable looks. “Sorry, got a bit personal there. Anyway, I presume that means you were involved in the Gunge Grand Prix.” The three girls nodded. “Ah yes. I hear it isn’t finished. Are any of you still in?”
Allison said, “No, I got knocked out in the second round.”
Kristin added, “First round here. They didn’t want to slime me.”
Erica piped in, “Third round, although we did all receive the brochure about what was involved, and that featured heavily.”
Eddie pondered. “Well, I guess even if you got knocked out of that, I guess it’s to our benefit. But yeah, we have our own suspicions about the gunge grand prix. Peter thinks it’s the voice-over man who organised the whole thing. We haven’t seen him much lately, although that could because he’s playing too much minesweeper. Funny thing is, that tank hasn’t worked since the grand prix went live. Kelly and Emma were upset when they found out. They’d just finished University, looking forward to hanging out more with us and our toys,” one of the girls scoffed, no prizes for guessing who, “and then just when they had sat down to go, it wouldn’t start. We think the voice-over man disabled the tank, ready for whenever the winner gets theirs. But don’t worry. We’ve got something over here for you.”
Eddie turned the girls around show off a small classic gunge tank with green slime. It wasn’t much, looked fairly small in comparison to the monsters around the room, but it was still daunting to the three women, who knew one of them was going in. Erica was particularly frightened, seeing as she had been in the lead enough to receive the pie. Had someone else overtaken her, or would she get slimed as well?
“Now, we’ve reached the second forfeit, and one of you must take a seat inside. Now, Kristin, why don’t you climb in.”
Worry now all over her face, Kristin climbed into the tank, and sat down on the seat. She looked up nervously at the nozzle above and just sighed, waiting for the slime to come. The other two girls looked very relieved, although worried about the increase in punishment. Before they could get too comfortable however…
“That Kristin is the view the leader at this point will get while getting gunged, but that isn’t you. You can get out now.”
Happy with the reprieve, Kristin smiled as she climbed out of the tank to join her shocked cast mates (or former cast mates at any rate).
“Allison, do you want to see the viewpoint as well?”
Taking the hint, Allison climbed into slime tank and sat where Kristin was seconds before. She didn’t seem so worried, possibly because of the trick that had just been pulled.
“Well Allison, it’s a nice viewpoint for whoever was the leader at checkpoint two. Erica, I’ve just got to tell you that you won’t get a chance to see the view point, sorry.” With that, he pulled the chain.
Green gunge poured down from the top of the tank on to a surprised Allison. The goo splashed over her blond hair, causing her to cry out, before falling all around her. The sides became obscured pretty quickly, but the observers could make out Allison lifting her hands up slightly. The flow soon slowed though, and after about ten seconds, Eddie opened the door as the last drips were falling on a gungey Allison. Her hair was completely green, and her shoulders and arms were covered. However her face was mostly clean, along with other areas hardly being touched.
“Ah, Allison, quite the gunging. Of course, were you to still be in the lead at checkpoint 3…”
All three girls fretted as they followed Eddie somewhere else.
Eddie led them around the room, showing various tanks off to the girls, and telling them stories about how they came to be. He stopped with two tanks facing each other, either side of a control console.
“Ah, ladies, we’ve reached our third destination, and this one was a doozie. But first, I’m sure you girls want to hear all the history behind these tanks as well.” The three girls looked at each other, but didn’t say anything. “This one started years ago. Back before we had met the girls, back before Me and Peter had money, there was the simple times of using the internet to find stories, particularly since we were both young teenagers working out what we liked. Now, there was one particular story called Industrial Zone. This story was amazing. A team of girls went through a variety of challenges, each with the potential forfeit of a gunge tank. I’m not sure if there’s a similar show in the States or Canada,” Eddie nodded to Erica, “but there was a show in the early nineties in the UK called the Crystal Maze. The author of Industrial Zone once told me he once based it off that.
“Anyway, in one of the stories, there was a particular gunge tank that captured my attention, especially since I didn’t yet fully understand what I was in to. Although the tank was fairly basic in nature, although huge in size, the way he described what happened will stick with me forever. And so years later, Peter and I created these, which Kelly and Emma use to fulfil their fantasy of that very story many a time. And for one of you, you’ll join the list of the many girls gunged in these tank.
“Now you see we have two tanks, and three of you. So clearly, since one of you won’t be entering a tank, you’ll know your immediately safe. Of course, that person is Kristin.” The girl in question smiled, more than they had been so far. The other two looked slightly resigned to their fate. “So, Allison and Erica, choose a gunge tank.”
The two girls climbed into a gunge tank each, Allison on the left with the red and yellow gunge, and Erica on the right with the blue and green gunge. Both were still somewhat covered from their earlier messings, but knew that whoever copped this gunge would be pretty much completely and utterly destroyed. And of course, they still had to remember that there was still more gunge tanks to come. How gungey would they eventually end up?
“Twenty seconds.”
Both girls jumped as a low voice spoke through the speakers behind them. Was that to mean they were getting gunged?
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“OH MY GOD!!!”
Allison shrieked as red and yellow gunge rushed out from above her, completely surrounding her. Erica in the other tank just sighed, looking fairly relieved as Allison bent her head down from the weight of the gunge falling over her. The slime again splashed against the side, but this time, it was obvious to those observing the sheer amount of gunge falling on Allison. Eddie even made a comment about how the gunge should start pooling up from the bottom, and sure enough, some orangey mixture started to slowly rise as the gunge fell. It was just as the gunge was slowing down to a trickle that Eddie smacked himself, muttering, “oh yeah, the TVs.” After fumbling behind the control panel for a few seconds, a giant TV burst into life, showing the view from the top of the tank.
From here it was possible to see a top-down view of a messy Allison. Her once Blond hair was now a mixture of red and yellow, while despite her previous gunging, there was little sign of any green gunge. The pool of gunge at the bottom stopped somewhere around her knees, and Allison was currently looking around, clearly trying to get a sense of the gunging she had just taken.
She was just looking at the nozzle when it burst into life again, with the red and yellow gunge falling straight down onto her face, eliciting a scream as she scrambled to protect her face. From her leaned back position, plenty of goo also found its way to the target presented on Allison’s chest, giving her breasts an even coating. Allison soon found herself completely gunged, with just the sheer amount of gunge from above completely coating her body, while also pooling beneath her, a pool that was steadily rising. From the outside, Kristin and Erica would say the gunge was coming up to waist height. From the inside, Allison would say it was at shoulder height by the time the second wave was finished.
“Can you get me out of here?” She shouted.
“Hold on, just got to drain the tanks.” Indeed, as Eddie pulled another lever on the control panel, the pool of gunge slowly dropped down through the floor, leaving the gungey Allison Mack behind. Eddie then opened the doors to let her out to reveal that there was nowhere that had escaped the slime, even her face had taken a fair bit of gunge in those few seconds before she could turn her head.
Kristin made another observation. “That was a lot of gunge, and you just drained it all away.”
“Well, normally Kelly says that one gunging is worth it, but even so, we recycle. The gunge is drained to special storage tanks, where we check it for anything strange, before sticking it in certain other tanks we have. Don’t worry though. It’s all fresh stuff in the tanks you’re in.”
The girls shook their heads as Eddie skipped off, Allison following somewhat gingerly.
“Remind me again why we agreed to this,” Allison asked Kristin as they walked around the room, seemingly at random.
“Oh you know. Meet a fan, money, and to give to charity. And not in that order. Plus since I know you and Erica were intrigued by the gunge grand prix when it came up, this was a perfect experience for you both. It’s a shame Tom and Justin were busy, I’d have loved to see them in one of these tanks.”
Eddie piped up. “Oh, we actually flew over to Vancouver to meet Tom Welling. He was fairly shy, but quite welcoming. He asked us to make sure to send a copy of the video of you three. Anyway, we are just approaching stop number 4.”
Indeed, they had just come to a couple of large dunk tanks against the wall, both of which were filled with various colours of gunge.
“Now, most tanks I’ve shown you today have a story, and these are no exception. Here in Britain, back in the nineties, we had a children’s TV show called Get Your Own Back. The four of us all grew up watching this show, and have since watched clips of some of the gungings on Youtube The show involved kids coming on, nominating an adult for the most petty of reasons, and playing some ridiculous games to put their adult above a gunk dunk like you see here. As you can imagine, that stuck with us for a long time. In fact, many people at Uni would often reminisce about Get Your Own Back, as part of their childhood.
“Now, it’s fairly obvious by now, that one of you will follow in those Nineties footsteps. Now, can anyone tell me the significance of this?”
Music played through the tannoy system, as if waiting for Eddie to mention a keyword.
“#All this time you were pretending, so much for my happy ending#” The music faded out.
Kristin thought carefully before answering, “Well, me and Erica are both Canadian rather than American like Allison, so since Avril Lavigne was Canadian, it’s a hint that Allison survived this round.”
Eddie looked at Kristin. “You’re Canadian?! I thought you were American. Nevermind, it’s more along the lines of the show.”
Allison then snapped, “Of course, Smallville had a scene with Clark in a dunk tank, while this song was playing.”
Eddie smiled. “Right. Clark Kent got dunked at the end of an episode by none other than Lois Lane.” He turned to Erica, who suddenly realised where this was going.
“And let me guess, you think it’s poetic justice that I was in the lead at this point so that the tables are now turned around and I’m going to get dunked.”
“Well, when you put it like that. C’mon, let’s get you up on the seat.” Eddie led Erica around to the slightly smaller dunk tank to the right, which was filled to the brim with brown and white gunge, which with the right swirl effects looked like it could have been chocolate. Eddie made sure Erica was safely on the seat, before heading over to some levers, beckoning Allison and Kristin over to him.
“Now Erica, this game involves me asking you three questions, which if you get right, you avoid the slop above your head. If you get it wrong however, well, needless to say once you eventually go in, you’ll already have tasted the gunge. So, to avoid the snot. This tank was based off a British show in the Nineties. Can you tell me a specific Canadian show from the Eighties, by which I mean the decade, and not the fashion sense that arrived in the Nineties?”
Erica looked at Eddie confused. “I don’t know…”
“Oh, she said the magic words. Pull the lever Allison.”
Allison obliged, happy not to be getting dunked herself after the last tank, pulling the green lever. Green goo fell down over Erica, who squealed as it splattered over her brown hair. There wasn’t much, certainly compared to Allison’s two gungings, but it was enough to mix with the white foam on Erica’s face.
“Sorry Erica, might have confused you there, although you did say the magic words. The show, which I presume you know, is You Can’t Do That on Television, which had plenty of green slime for those words. The reference to the nineties comes from How I Met Your Mother, an Awesome show, which had that in reference to their Canadian Character.
“Anyway, second question, to avoid the school custard. Which newspaper recently caused me to become most upset?”
“Huh. What sort of question is that? Oh, wasn’t there that phone hacking scandal, loads of celebrities got caught up in it, wasn’t it News of the World?”
Eddie smiled. “Yes, I can see why you would think that. It’s a lot different to working on the Daily Planet after all. But no. You see, me and Peter’s beef is currently with the Daily Mail. So Kristin, the yellow lever if you will.”
Kristin pulled it to the floor, and released the yellow slime above Erica. She hunched her shoulders, but the way the slime fell just splashed all around her.
“Not doing so well. Only the Really Awful Waste before the dunking. Now you all came from a show based on Superman, so this one should be fairly easy. So, to avoid RAW, can you tell me how many live action Lois Lanes there have been on TV or Film?”
Erica concentrated, counting on her fingers. “Well, there’s me obviously, then there’s Teri Hatcher, there’s Kate Bosworth, she was same time as me. Then going back, there’s Margot Kidder with Christopher Reeve, there were two in the fifties, though I don’t recall their names, plus there’s a new film coming out, does that count?” Eddie shook his head. “Then I make that 6 Lois Lanes.”
“Unbelievable, six is the correct answer. Shame, I would have loved to see you under the R-A-W. May I say I always thought you were the sexiest of all the Lois Lanes.”
“Aw, really. Thanks.”
“Yes, well, as my wife would say if she met any of her fantasies, this makes this even more special. Allison and Kristin, pull that golden lever.”
The girls pulled the lever together, then looked up to watch Erica. Dark brown gunge fell onto Erica as her seat tipped forward, catapulting Erica forwards and down into the gunk. She splashed right under the brown and white goo, before surfacing seconds later, completely covered with the brown gunge pouring down from her head. Taking a deep breath as she regained her balance, Erica wiped away a fair proportion of the gunge, although most still clung to her face and hair. She was just regaining her senses, when more dark brown gunge fell from above, scoring a direct hit on Erica, who slipped and fell forward into the gunge, face first. She lifted herself up to see Eddie holding a ladder for her.
After climbing out, she went and stood next to Kristin, and Eddie laughed at the sight he saw. There was Kristin, perfectly clean (albeit the small flecks of slime from Erica and Allison), stood between two utterly gunged women, Erica in brown and Allison in a red-yellow mixture. Eddie thought to himself as he pulled out his Ipad. Which one of these girls will end up on the final gunging?
Eddie was messing around with his Ipad, talking about something or another.
“Oh don’t mind me, I’m just checking the final result of the poll, and sorting out the finale. This one someone is going to love. Of course, only one of you would be able to experience it fresh.” This elicited groans from two of the girls, and a laugh from Kristin. “Don’t worry though, we’ll see what happens. Oh here we go. Ah, yes, very interesting. Right, we need to get moving.” Eddie turned around to see Kelly stood beside the other GYOB tank. “Kelly, is it all ready?”
Kelly walked forward to Eddie, gave him a lingering kiss, before a quick slap. “Everything’s ready, sexy.” She walked away, clearly to position.
Eddie rubbed his cheek. “What was that for? Nevermind, Ladies, follow me, this one ain’t that far.” Three amused ladies followed Eddie as he walked past the other dunk tank and up the stairs right beside it.
Erica spoke up. “Surely it’s not another dunk tank.”
“Oh no, it’s something bigger, but we built the start up here, see.”
Indeed, the girls noticed the track leading away to the left of the stairs, around the room, and clearly getting lost somewhere. They could see a tea cup style car at the beginning of the track, clearly their carriage for the journey. Eddie led them up to a control panel near the top, having the girls stand in clear view, muttering something about final announcements.
“So, we come to the final gunging. It’s been quite a journey to get here. First Erica gets pies, then Allison in the gunge tank, then Allison again with 200 gallons of gunge, then back to Erica for the dunking. As you might have guessed, these gungings have only gotten bigger, and this is the biggest of the lot. This one is also quite famous. It’s based off a design used on the same show that gave us the carwash tank being used for the Gunge Grand Prix. This one was bigger, with a car that went all around the TV studio, ending up on one massive gunging. Now when we were building this, Emma kept nagging that this was too simple, and wanted more, so we also added a lot more gunge tanks along the way, along with many customisable features. The upshot is whoever ends up in this tank will take the biggest gunging.
“So, the girl taking the tour of the gunge room will be…Kristin.”
The smile that Kristin had on her face all the way since Allison’s second gunging dropped into shock. Erica and Allison allowed themselves a smile, although it was bitter-sweet since they had still taken massive gungings themselves.
“Yes Kristin, I was shocked too when I read those results just now. In fact, every round you had been in third place, so there was quite a surge in the votes for you. If it makes you three feel better, this was the largest vote taken in the circle, and raised a lot of money for charity, so you can thank yourselves on that front. And I guess you can’t really go away without experiencing one of our gunge tanks, so this kind of works out in a way, eh girls. Anyway, Kristin, if you will allow me to guide you this way.”
Eddie took Kristin over to the teacup, where a stepladder (not the head of FIFA, no something you use to climb something) was stood waiting. Kristin climbed into the teacup and sat on the seat in the centre, resting her arms on the poles running beside her. She looked nervously around her, breathing loudly as she observed the track she could see, as well as the state of Allison and Erica. She closed her eyes as Eddie moved towards a lever at the side of the track.
“You’ve been great sports ladies, and we hope you’ve enjoyed yourselves. Sit back as Kristin takes a tour of our gunge room.” With that he pulled the lever, before stepping back and guiding the other two girls somewhere else.
The teacup started moving backwards taking Kristin with it. She held herself steady, aware of her surroundings, waiting for the first strike. She did squeal when the teacup spun her though, and she heard an audible click from above her. She looked up to see the two women from earlier on the TV screen.
“Well hello there Kristin. Nice to see you made it through the rounds, and have the final sliming ahead of you.”
Emma turned to Kelly. “What did I just tell you? That’s the third time you’ve done the American accent. Why Kelly, Why?”
A man’s voice sounded, “Still rolling girls, and this has to be done today.”
“Oh. Sorry. Anyway, Welcome Kristin, to our wonderful gunge room. I’m sure Eddie was the most delightful tour host, and not making the usual noises.”
Kelly went slightly pink. “Yes, ahem. What lies before you is the ultimate gunging. You are about to go on the most wonderful trip, and you won’t be recognisable afterwards.”
Emma spoke. “Of course, you’re probably not recognisable now, but believe me, they were nothing compared to what is to come. You know Pete, I think we’re building this up too much. No? Yeah I know. I’ve been through the drill twice already. Kristin, if you are still listening to this, you should always keep aware of what’s right behind you now.”
The TV screen cut to black, but Kristin didn’t notice as a she turned her head just in time for a huge vat of chocolate to tip right on her face. The chocolate poured quickly, completely engulfing Kristin in the dark brown mess. After a few seconds, the vat was empties, and Kristin wiped away some of the excess chocolate from her face. She could feel the pool of chocolate that had formed at the bottom of the teacup, but it wasn’t that deep. Of course, Kristin was well aware that the height of the teacup would just about cover her breasts.
“Of course, I did order a hot chocolate with foam.”
Kristin instinctively ducked, just as a layer of thick foam dropped upon her. She fought her way out, if only so she could breathe, but realised how much this gunging could take her. The seat started moving again, taking the foamy chocolate mix with Kristin, but she could see where she was going. She reached the corner of room, with the track seemingly having nowhere else to go. That was until she heard the gears in the wall turning, and found herself descending down. The Teacup turned and Kristin could see Allison and Erica, still both dripping with gunge, waiting holding a bucket each. The lift stopped, and the girls approached with their buckets.
“Well Kristin, I guess this one completes the trio. Enjoy.” Both girls threw their buckets at the poor girl, who copped baked beans from both directions. The girls then moved back to allow the teacup to move onwards, its occupant completely covered, and with the knowledge much more was to come.
The teacup approached the giant statue, which Allison had pointed out as a giant naked lady. Kristin could make out the tracks, and realised she was going right underneath it. She started to squirm, uncomfortable at the implications of what that tank was to represent. The ride slid under the woman, and turned to face the legs. Some deep ominous music started playing, building to a crescendo until…
“Only joking, we’re not that cruel.”
The teacup quickly turned and departed the other side. Of course, Kristin was so relieved, she failed to notice the vat of slime to one side. That was of course until it split its contents right on her, coating her in the thin blue slime. This succeeded in washing away some of the chocolate, but meant her knees were stirring the pool of mess the teacup was also carrying. This wouldn’t be too much of a problem, considering Kristin was already covered in the stuff, if it wasn’t for the fact it sloshed everywhere as the teacup moved about. This came even more interesting as the track moved through a tunnel, which sealed itself off after Kristin had entered. The car stopped just inside, room sealed off and gunge right above Kristin’s head. Can you guess what happened next?
The teacup started spinning. At first it was slow, but it soon got faster, sloshing even more of the slime around Kristin. While the car was still spinning, the gungetank above her head started up, although it was slightly off-centre, so from Kristin’s point of view, the falling slime just kept swirling around her, leaving her no opportunity to avoid it. The slime splattered all over Kristin, although she was by now utterly destroyed by all the gunge, albeit with something now approaching a smile on her face, clearly thinking that she was here, she might as well enjoy it. The slime kept falling for so long, that by the time the car stopped spinning, the pool was now up to Kristin’s navel.
As the car continued moving, now through a dark corridor, strange noises kept playing, freaking Kristin out. “Oh Kristin.” She looked up, only to see Eddie pouring a bucket of porridge onto her face. She wiped away the oats as the car kept moving, although she soon noticed a cold breeze on her face. She peered through the mess to see that the car was being led outside. Out into the bright sunshine she went, and it was indeed the first time she noticed just how good the room inside was heated. It didn’t look like much of a garden though. In fact, Kristin would have to say that the muddy field was quite simply ugly. Of course, she could see the track leading her down into a trench, and that made her realise just why this garden had no beauty.
The trench was filled with mud in itself, but that mud didn’t come over the side of the teacup to Kristin’s relief. Of course, she knew there was a catch, which materialised seconds later when mud splurged up from either side, forming arches over the trench that just happened to fall on the middle track. The mud was thick as it splattered on Kristin, a lighter colour than the chocolate from earlier, and this one seemed to be the one that filled Kristin’s teacup. Once she emerged from the trench, the track heading back to the building, there was little sign that she had actually been slimed previously, such was the amount of mud on her. The teacup, while not completely full, was now up to Kristin’s breasts with mud, slime, gunge, other messy stuff. Basically as the doors opened to admit Kristin back into the house, she had been totally gunged, although she knew there had to be something yet to come.
The teacup entered back into the room, although it was under some sort of structure, as if Kristin was looking out some sort of fireplace. Eddie was stood there, with the still gungey Allison and Erica either side.
“Welcome back Kristin. Firstly, I’d like to thank all three of you for helping us raise so much money, and for providing such great spectacles. Now Kristin, you’ve reached the end of our tour, and we’ve one last sliming for you. Go gunge.”
Multiple streams of many colours started pouring down onto Kristin, completely covering her and filling up the teacup to the point it was overflowing. Kristin just sat there in the slime, taking it all in good grace.