Written by PML — 2011 — from WamLibrary
f/f, foam, food, manure, paint, slime, treacle
Beep Beep. Beep Beep.
Your hand snakes out from the thin sheet that was covering your modesty (not that anyone was watching) to slam down on your clock. As the beeping stops, you turn your head to check the time. You moan as you see the Nine of the hour digit flashing back at you. Deciding you have to get up now, you worm your way up and out of bed. You stretch for a yawn, before choosing what to do. Seeing the sun just floating against the curtains, you make your mind up that a morning stroll is the order of the day.
Grabbing your crimson satin robe, which you wrap around yourself, you head outside into the courtyard behind your bedroom. You head over to the water fountain, which has been turned on by one of the maids, loving the feeling as the sprays cools you down. You climb up onto the water’s ledge, walking past the fountain.
“How’s it going, Emma?”
You jump at the sound of your best friend’s voice. Unfortunately, you were also teetering over the fountain, and you lose your footing. You fall into the fountain, splashing down beside the angel statue, although the jets from her had turned off for a moment. You surface to the feeling of all the water flowing off of you, and turn to where Kelly’s voice came from. However the water had caused the knot in your robe to undo, and at that moment, the wet fur flaps, allowing Kelly to see all. You hear Kelly laughing, and you’re about to look up when the water jets get turned back on, and you are further soaked by the fountain. After taking moment to step away from the water jets, you look up to see Kelly leaning on her balcony totally naked. You blink a few times before you come up with a reply, “Everything’s fine Kelly, just wetting my hair, that’s all. Are we still on for after lunch?”
Kelly shouts back, “You bet we are. I need to set up some last minute stuff, so I’ll meet you in the kitchen for lunch. No pre-games now.” She then teases you, stretching her arms as if to yawn. You can’t help but to simply gaze at Kelly’s full breasts. She then turns, wiggles her ass for you, then heads back into her bedroom, with her strawberry blond hair blowing in the wind. You sigh, before hauling yourself out of the fountain. You take your wet robe off, and carry it back into the mansion where you live. You take it to the laundry for the maids to collect, then head back to your room for a shower.
After cleansing yourself down, you slip on a T-shirt and some shorts, knowing you will probably get changed in the wardrobe later. Kelly had told you she was going to set up the gunge room, since your respective husbands were away on business. Sophie, the head maid, had come to you to ask if you wanted to get Kelly in a brand new design. You had handed over a few for her to choose from, though she didn’t mention which one she chose. You can’t wait to see Kelly in one of your designs though.
You look at yourself in the mirror for a moment. You are fairly small, under 5 feet last time you measured yourself. However you don’t have a lot of excess fat, so whereas Kelly has an ample bosom, your own breasts are only just round and squeezable. Your hair is a lovely golden blond, which Peter, your husband, always says looks wonderful covered in gunge, and it is about shoulder length. Kelly’s strawberry blond hair is much longer, extending down to her breasts. You’re happy being slim, and it certainly helps when dancing in the clubs. You do wish you were bigger sometimes though, especially seeing the splashes Kelly can manage when dunked.
You obey Kelly’s order, even though you would love to try out some gunge early. You spend a couple of hours online browsing some gunge forums to hype yourself up. There doesn’t seem to be much new today however, so you read the original Industrial Zone story, imagining you were Gwen in the infamous shuttle gunging. Of course, later on today, you probably will get to be her again. At 12, you decide to make some lunch for you and Kelly in the kitchen. Peter had decided when he found out he was rich that he didn’t want a “live-in” chef. A maid, he understood, considering what you were all into. But he wanted to be able to know he could cook for himself. You make a couple of sandwiches, and put them on the table just as Kelly arrives. She takes the seat opposite you, giving you her grateful smile.
“Thanks for making lunch, you didn’t have to, you know.”
“It’s OK, I wanted to. Anyway, you haven’t told me much about what you have planned for us this afternoon. I’ve been so excited all morning, but I was a good girl. I didn’t play with any gunge, well except for the impromptu dip in the fountain. Can’t wait to get started though.”
“Yes, well we still need to decide what to wear to start off with. Of course, it probably won’t survive, or even stay on all afternoon, but the first gunging of a session is always special. I’ve already planned a few tanks, but we’re free to be spontaneous with any of the tanks that are set up. I’ve already told Sophie that she’s free to use the spare tanks, since she’s agreed to be spotter, and helped set up and all.”
Ah yes, the spotter. Knowing you were going to be around gunge so much, Eddie and Peter arranged a system that there was always someone who could step in and help out if it looked like someone was in trouble. They stayed in an adjacent room, watching the cameras which you and Kelly used to record your gungings so you can watch them back anytime.
“You know she went naked the last time.”
“Yeah, I saw the video too. I’m sure she’ll have a great time seeing as I don’t see us using up all the tanks.”
“Just how many tanks did you get set up?”
“Oh, you’ll see.”
Kelly finishes off her lunch, downs her drink then gets up. “Well, let’s get cracking, shall we.” You also get up, and follow Kelly as she heads to the gunge room. You chat about general stuff, like the weather, and your boys, until you reach the wardrobe room, with Kelly laughing at your joke about Peter and Eddie. You head over to the rack with your clothes on to pick out an outfit. A bright red skirt catches your eye, along with a white t-shirt. Knowing the destruction of the white T-shirt turns you on so much, you decide to go with these. You don’t bother with your bra or panties, seeing as you’re likely to end up naked anyway, and you feel rebellious without them on, something you encourage in yourself when indulging in gungings.
You change into the t-shirt and skirt, then take your other clothes over to the cupboard, where you and Kelly store your clothes during sessions. She has already stuck her clothes in, and is now wearing a white summery dress, which has pretty yellow flowers. The material is light, and you can right through that she also is not wearing any underwear. You stick your clothes in the cupboard, close the door, then turn to Kelly.
“Right, let’s get started. Who’s up first, and what on?”
Kelly strokes her chin in mock consideration. “There are a few new ones I had built. How about you go first on one of my designs, then I’ll try out your design.”
“Ok with me.”
You follow Kelly over to the door that leads into the gunge tanks. She gets flashy as she opens the door, saying, “Welcome to the dreams of gunge.” Kelly let’s you walk in first, and you walk in, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. You glance around the room, taking in the gunge tanks in all their glory. Most of them seem to be filled, so you and Kelly will have free rein over what you both get in later. Your attention is quickly grabbed however by what appears to be a giant naked woman, squatting over an empty dunk tank. You wonder why Kelly would have gone to such lengths for a gunge tank, especially since it looks obvious that it’s fake. Bemused, you comment to Kelly, “I guess that’s the first gunge tank.”
“You guess right. I call it ‘The Giantess’ toilet’, so you can guess where you’re going to be sat with this one. There are a couple of different ways to work this one, so you’ll be able to get me back next time.”
This makes you nervous. ‘The Giantess’ toilet’? So in essence, Kelly has designed a giant woman to have a shit over whoever sits under the massive statue. You do sometimes wonder whether you would ever like it if someone was to have a shit on you, but you never thought you would actually want to do it. Kelly can clearly sense your discomfort with the idea.
“Hey, you remember that time when we considered doing this with each other? Well this is as close as it gets without it being real. You’ll also be able to know that at least one gunge tank still makes you as scared as when you were little. Trust me, the one you designed has got me running scared.”
Ah yes, your gunge tank. Remembering some of the ideas you gave Sophie, you realise a couple might be in their own way scary. That makes you feel better, and you feel ready to take on this tank.
“Now, should we do this?”
You sigh heavily, then nod, since you don’t want to back out before you get started. You still feel reluctant as Kelly leads you over to the dunk tank. You wonder why the seat is set for a dunk if the pool is empty, but then remember that it will probably get filled over the course of the gunging. You climb into the seat, and take in your surroundings. Above you are two pipes pointing down towards the general area, clearly indicating a woman’s area. The legs spread slightly apart, clearly so the frontal view can be seen, where Kelly is now stood behind the control panel. Behind her is another tank, one which you named ‘The chocolate drop’. You mutter constantly, feeling uncomfortable, but not about to back out now. You can see that Kelly is ready to begin.
“Emma, you are sat in the seat under the naked giantess when she has come to have a shit. Good luck.” With that, she pulls the lever on the control panel.
For a few moments, nothing happens. Then a farting noise pierces the silence of the room. At the same time, a gust of wind blows over you from above. However this is no ordinary wind. Within the blast of air, wet sticky dust particles were floating about. You recoil as you feel these on your face, and flap your arms around, even if you know it won’t do any good. Before you can look around, yellow water sprays down from the pipe poking forward. Most of the water splashes down in the bowl below you. However some of the flow does manage to lightly dampen the front of your T-shirt. It reminds you slightly of the spray the fountain achieved this morning, but feels awkward, knowing it’s supposed to represent piss. Mind you, there’s no smell involved, so you could just close your eyes, and pretend it is simply gunge. You remember first getting into gunge. You were playing in the playground with your then best friend, Jane. It had been raining, and the area beside the playground was basically a waterlogged mud bath. You had both run over, not paying attention to where you were going. You tripped over, and went splat in the mud. As Jane was asking if you were alright, you were marvelling at the feel of the soft mud. As you grew older, you watched children’s TV shows with lots of people getting gunged. It made you curious, especially remembering your mud trip, so you experimented with all sorts of stuff, behind closed doors of course.
At that moment, something soft and squidgy starts pressing down on the top of your head. You squeal loudly at the feeling of it, freezing as it spreads itself around the crown of your hair. The squishy paste feels odd in your hair, mainly because you are used to gunge that flows, creates the umbrella effect, that sort of thing. The stuff on top of your head seems to get heavier, clearly since more keeps coming, and after a moment, you simply jerk your head forward. This causes some of the stuff on your head to slide off, plopping in the pool of yellow water below. Conversely you also caused the falling paste to break, so as you are hearing the plop, the paste also splats down the back of your hair, some even sliding down your back. You arch your head back up to counter this. You see the stream of brown paste falling slowly out of the back pipe. You lean back against the seat so that when the falling paste reaches down to you, it passes by your head completely. You hadn’t thought it through though, which is demonstrated when the brown gunk lands right on your breasts, sliding down over your stomach and forming another lump on your lap, messing up your red skirt. Feeling either brave or foolish (you’re never sure which), you catch some of the falling paste in your hands. You play with it for a moment, squeezing it through your fingers.
“It’s weird, it kind of feels soft and squidgy.” You stick some up to your nose, knowing you’re definitely foolish. You are pleasantly surprised when you find it smells of the normal synthetic gunge that goes into most gunge tanks in this room. “It doesn’t smell either, that helps a lot. It’s strange, thinking what this is supposed to represent, but in the end, it’s just …”
You are cut off as liquid brown goo splashes down all around you. This feels more like a normal gunging, even creating the umbrella effect around you. You smile as you let the dark brown gunk pour all over you, soaking through your T-shirt and skirt, as well as covering your face and hair in the stuff. It feels great as the excess paste is washed away with the goo, and even though the brown gunge is heavy, it still feels better than the paste. The umbrella collapses on top of you, meaning you are completely soaked in brown gunk. Your hair is full of the gunk, and your T-shirt has streaks of the horrible brown colour, with your skirt soaked against your legs. You look down to see that the dunk tank your above is now filled with more of the brown goo all over you, although it looks quite lumpy.
A coughing noise sounds out from above you, followed swiftly by a flushing echo. You squeal as your chair flings you forward at the cesspool. You can’t help your head going right under, but your back stays out of the gunk. However a large amount of cold slime splashes down onto your back, and is still falling as you surface quickly. You realise that it isn’t slime, but actually a huge torrent of water. You sit with the water falling around you, like the fountain this morning, and it helps you feel cleaner, even if you’re sitting up to your breasts in something that looks like what you would normally get rid of. It’s not that cold, unlike the water, but knowing what it represents makes it surreal. Then again, it’s been a long time since you were last scared of getting gunged, even though you’ve seen some quite massive tanks. Now that you’ve done it, you might be willing to try it out again. You wouldn’t let a first timer go through that, that would only scare them off for life. But maybe someone like you or Kelly would see the funny side to it.
Kelly approaches the tank with a stepladder to help you climb out of the dunk tank safely. You stand, using the rim to keep your balance, and for the first time, you realise your skirt has come off. You fish the brown sodden material and carry it out as you wade through the tank. You climb out slowly, then turn to face Kelly.
“That felt like shit, definitely surreal but oddly enough, I’m glad I did it. We’ve always discussed how we want to expand, and have new experiences with wam. For that, thank you.”
She sighs in relief, before responding. “That’s great to hear, I look forward to trying it out for myself. Now however, I need to road test one of your designs. Sophie said it’s this one over here.” She heads over to the tank in question. You stop briefly to ditch your T-shirt and skirt, deciding one gunging is enough for them. You then head over to where Kelly is, smiling as see which gunge tank it is.
“Ah yes, I recognise this one. I think you’ll enjoy it.” In essence, all this gunge tank is just four gunge tanks in succession, modelled after the NHP car wash gunge tank. Of course, that’s not the beauty of this gunge tank. Each gunge tank held something that has a strong smell, something like smelly cheese. You remember one suggestion for what to put in the tank, and seeing the gunge tank Sophie chose for you, it’s clear she could see the irony of the tank, especially after the giantess. Kelly though should have no idea what’s in the tank, seeing as the top has been boarded up to prevent her knowing in advance. You turn to her, to find that she’s ogling at your naked body. She shakes her head, then goes and gets in the chair for the tank. You don’t mind Kelly looking at you that way, you just find it slightly odd. You decide not to agonize over it, so head over to start the tank up. You pull the lever down, and watch as Kelly moves into the first gunge tank.
The chair rolls to a stop right under the nozzle. The door then closes behind Kelly, sealing her in completely. You smirk at Kelly, knowing you will be getting her back for the giantess. She looks up just before smooth orange goo spreads out over Kelly. By the look of it, you would say Kelly is now being coated in raw egg. She doesn’t flinch, but appears to enjoy herself as the egg pours down her body, creeping into her cleavage, soaking her light dress a nice orange. The eggy stuff ends quickly, but does at least manage to cover Kelly like you would expect an ordinary gunge tank to. You imagine what it must be like to be surrounded by the eggy smell, but you know you’ll find out eventually.
The chair moves onwards into the next gunge tank. Once again, the doors close behind Kelly, sealing her in with whatever smell she gets exposed to. Thick black treacle seeps through the hole above Kelly, and drips right onto her forehead. The stuff spreads slowly around Kelly, covering her face efficiently, dribbling down onto her dress to form a pool in her lap. You know how sticky treacle is from experience, having once tried it out with Peter. As the sticky sauce slows down, you see there was more egg, but the thicker treacle means most of it is still stuck in Kelly’s hair, along with the puddle in her lap.
Kelly moves forwards for the next gunging. She gets sealed in automatically, then waits a few moments before the tank begins. Blue slime splashes down around Kelly, who is a lot happier with this tank. You wonder why plain old blue slime is in a tank for smelly gunge, but you recognize that it might not be the synthetic stuff you and Kelly are used to. Kelly still isn’t reacting much to the smell that must be quite potent inside that tank, although you’re sure she won’t like the final tank if Sophie put in what you think she did. Kelly plays with the blue slime, leaning forward slightly, and sticking her hands up as if to catch the slime, letting it flow through her fingers. There’s plenty of the slime in the tank though, more than you had when under the giantess. When it stops flowing, Kelly plays further, rubbing the slime into her face, and swinging her hair side to side with a swish, causing slime to splatter against the wall of the tank.
Again, the chair glides into the final gunge tank. Kelly is dithering slightly as the light brown gunk pours out at her. You laugh as Kelly’s nose scrunches up almost as soon as the gunk hits her. The smell is clearly something unpleasant, although Kelly hasn’t put her hands to her nose, so it must not be unbearable. The thick slurry is sloshing around Kelly, though she’s not as playful with the stuff like normal. Kelly laughs in the tank, though you presume it’s probably out of the irony of the giantess tank you were put under. You were in a simulation, while Kelly has been given the real thing. Kelly seems to be coping with the smell, although you know she’s more adventurous than you are. When the last of the stuff drips down, you move over to the tank release. The release is manual, partially to make the gungee stew in the smell, but also so you can get them out of the sealed tank if they look in trouble. Kelly sits there for a few moments, taking in the gunge tank. She looks out to where you’re hand is over the button. You smirk at her, teasing her with the button, but Kelly quickly shows she’s not in the mood, so you press the release to let her out.
As Kelly moves out of the tank, you realise how bad the smell from the final tank is. The stink has overpowered the other smells Kelly had got covered in. You feel reluctant to approach Kelly, even though it was you that subjected her to this gunge tank. Kelly senses your discomfort, so gets up herself, closes the gap between you, then wraps her arms right around you. Because you’re nude, you can really feel all the gunk over Kelly as your bodies squeeze together. You also get the usual lubricant feeling of hugging Kelly just after being gunged, which warms you up slightly. Of course being this close to Kelly makes you have to chant to yourself in your head about Peter. You know that you couldn’t cheat on Peter if you could help it, but Kelly makes it so hard for you. Kelly speaks up as you part.
“That was a nasty one to end with.”
“Yeah, but that’s the smellatron for you. Must say though, it looks awesome, even if it stinks.”
“Well I guess we both got the shit. Anyway, I’m not continuing with this shit, so I say we go to the shower now.”
You agree, and so head over to the shower area in the room to wash some of the gunk off you before continuing. For you, it’s easier, since you can get most of the gunk out easily. However as you watch Kelly, you wonder how Sophie will ever replace all the body wash that Kelly is using up. Mind you, you don’t have to get rid of that stink.
You finish up, and towel yourself dry. After a couple of minutes, Kelly is also done, and now smells of peaches. She refuses when you offer her the towel, so you chuck that over into a basket. You glance at Kelly’s exposed tits, before speaking up.
“Right, after something new, how about something we’re used to, like the industrial zone tanks.”
“Sure, they’re both set up. Alright, let’s go.”
You both walk over to where you keep what is probably your favourite tank, although it’s a close call with the GYOB gunk dunk. You see both tanks set up, both facing each other, just like the first time you and Kelly used them. These are simply gunge tanks that hold vast amounts of gunge for whoever gets it, and can also use various colours at the same time, meaning you can almost claim that you were gunged by the rainbow. Kelly briefly explains to you that left tank has a combination of warm colours, while the right has a combination of cool colours. Since you prefer the colour red, you take the left tank. Kelly pulls a lever on a nearby control panel, then turns back to you.
“Right, that gives us about 10 minutes. Enjoy.”
“You too, Kelly.”
Kelly turns her back to you, before you turn yourself towards your tank. You lift the door open, climb in, twist so you’re facing forwards, then pull the door down shut. You collapse down into the inflatable chair, sighing in relief and anticipation. You relax in the chair, knowing if you don’t, you’ll just ruin the experience. Kelly is bouncing in her chair, jingling her boobs to the imaginary rhythm. After a few moments, she starts playing with them, cupping them and helping them bounce. You raise an eyebrow, since you weren’t expecting Kelly to get sexual, at least not yet. You shrug, deciding to do your own thing. You remember the L’Oreal adverts on TV, and decide that you want to give it a try. As you run your hands through your hair, you moan, pretending to rub shampoo into your hair. Well, you quickly begin to imagine that it’s gunge you’re playing with in your hair.
“Five minutes remaining.”
You shiver when you hear that voice. It’s something that you associate with the whole experience of this tank, and always makes you feel excited with anticipation. You think back to why this is all possible. Your husband, Peter, had inherited a fortune from his grandfather. If you had an average salary, you wouldn’t be able to do even one of the gunge tanks in this room. However to Peter, this was a drop in the ocean, something he was happy to pay for seeing as you and Kelly get so much joy from being gunged, and he and Eddie enjoy watching you both. They have been in the tanks themselves on various occasions. You fondly remember having sex with Pete after being in one with him. Most of the time though they prefer to act as your spotters, in control of the tanks if you will. This is in fact the first time when they’ve not been spotters, although you bet they’re living it up in the posh hotels in New York. Course, that gave you and Kelly time to bond, so you’re not complaining, not too much.
“Two minutes remaining.”
You sigh. Peter and you met in high school. You both knew of each other, though if you saw him, you wouldn’t deny that he was cute. He never acted like he was rich, or due to inherit billions at any rate. No, he was fairly down to earth. Nothing much changed until you were in 6th form, and you found yourselves in Maths class together. You found out he also supported your favourite team, Manchester United, and like that, you were hooked. You shared many interests, and you began to spend time together over that year. After the summer exams, he asked you out, although that simply formalised what everyone else knew. From there, you both went from strength to strength, deepening your relationship until he proposed 2 years ago, as you were getting ready to go to uni. You accepted, and you finally got hitched last August, Kelly beating you to the alter by a month, but that didn’t bother you, seeing as you both had your special days, with the separate couples as the respective best man, and maid of honour.
“One minute remaining.”
You and Kelly both go to a uni down south. There’s loads of partying while you’re there, among the serious studying, and you wouldn’t miss it for the world, even though you know Peter could provide for you if you ever dropped out. Mind you, you’re often back up here at the weekends. Peter often takes you to Old Trafford, although you sometimes can’t make it. He got tickets to go to Moscow, but you had an exam the next day, so he took Eddie instead. Jenny had also roped you into a gunge stunt when they played City, but you have been many other times. Of course, you remember when Jenny borrowed a couple of gunge tanks, strapped them to the back of a truck, then stuck you and Kelly in them. After being driven round the city, you pulled up at the local ASDA, only to find Kelly had won the vote and was getting gunged. The ASDA manager also got put in because of some bet she had had with Jenny, but you did feel disappointed not to be in the tank yourself.
“Thirty seconds remaining.”
Knowing the gunging is imminent, you stop reminiscing about times gone by, and start getting excited. Almost every time you get gunged in this room, you make sure to use this tank, and every time, it hits the spot. It might be a simple gunge tank in some ways, but it’ll always be special to you.
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You draw in air as the moment drags slightly in your mind. A sucking noise, sort of like a vacuum, makes you tingle, before the onslaught takes over. Gallons of red and yellow gunge pours down, splatting off your head, and surrounding you in the warm gooey stuff. You keep your head upright, giggling as the gunge trickles at an alarming rate over your face, splashing down onto your tits below. Your eyes are covered by the thick gunge, but this makes the sensation of the splattering gunge all the more intense, the weight of the gunk spreading across your shoulders. The splatter noise off the plastic inflatable chair is simply music to your ears, especially since you know you’re sat in that chair, with the deluge of slime pouring over you. Your feet, hanging over the edge of the seat, find themselves skimming what you know is the rising pool of red and yellow slime, and you wriggle your toes, loving how the gunge simply sifts through the gaps. In fact you love the sensations so much that you feel really disappointed when you can feel the weight of the gunge slowing after a good while.
First of all, you rub your eyes so you see around the tank. As this gunge tank always seems to do, the front of the tank is coated in a mixture of red and yellow gunge, with a pretty shade of orange being mixed between the two. You feel fairly gunged, but looking over yourself, some of you escaped clean, at least for the first wave. Your legs are coated in the gunge, with a small puddle pooling in your lap. Your face is absolutely covered, you’re fairly sure of that. However, your stomach is quite clean, as well as the underside of your breasts. Your feet are also just dipped in the pool, although they were hanging just over the edge to begin with.
You lean forward, waiting in expectation of the next wave of gunge. After a few moments, the familiar gurgle spurts out more red and yellow gunge all around you. The gunge splurges down your back, and you scream as you feel the weight of the gunge pressing down onto the back of your neck. Your scream increases in pitch as the pure ecstasy overcomes you. You start bouncing to a rhythm, jingling your breasts up and down, all the while red and yellow gunge falls around you, though that just increases the pleasure. You barely spot the orange pool rising up past your waist, your mind just within the joy the gunge is making you feel. You know you’re completely coated in the warm, gooey, sensual gunge, all the while nearing your climax.
You reach your orgasm just as the gunge level rises up and over your breasts, and you sigh as the gunge torrent slows down to a trickle. You sit in your seventh heaven, enjoying your moment of pure bliss, sat amongst about 200 gallons of red and yellow gunge, even if most of it has mixed into orange with all the vibrations you were making. That moment doesn’t last long however, since the gunge starts draining away soon, probably to somewhere for use in the sludge cube. You don’t really care much, since you know Kelly would’ve planned for much more than this, so there’s much more pleasure to come from today.
Once the gunge level has dropped to your ankles, you stretch forward to lift the door up and out of your way. You step out into the cool air of the room, shivering slightly as your naked, albeit covered in thick, creamy gunge. Looking up, you see Kelly has also climbed out of her tank, plastered in green and blue gunge. In fact the gunge is so thick, you think she looks a bit like a sea monster. Of course, that doesn’t stop all her sex appeal shining through. You’re still feeling happy as you speak up.
“Well, that was as wonderful as ever. What you got for us next?”
“Well, there are the two GYOB gunk dunks, but I can’t decide who should have what. I do have an idea though. The random tank is set up, so we’ll let it choose. Whoever it gunges takes the ramp launch version, while the other has the fairground one.”
“Sounds cool to me.”
Kelly leads you over to the random tank. You had thought up the idea that because sometimes you couldn’t decide who should go in what tank, like today, or other small gunge-related issues, you had built a computer controlled gunge tank, which randomly selects one person to gunge. It works for up to four, which was best demonstrated when Eddie found himself in the début gunging. He got his revenge though, since he grabbed you, Kelly and Peter, and stuck you all in the sludge cube together. You watch as Kelly sets the program to run for a minute, before going to grab a seat. You remember the times you and Kelly have waited for gungings beyond either of your controls. Now you think about it, Kelly does seem to end getting picked for gungings more often than you are. There was that time at the guild, and the trip round the city. You’re not bitter or anything, you get your own fair share of unexpected gungings, like the time Peter carried you fireman’s lift style, before sticking you in the Industrial Zone tank, all while you were asleep. Course you woke up when you heard the siren going, and only had seconds to get your wits about you before the gunge fell.
A siren blares out, reminding you of that winter’s morning, but you are jolted out of those memories literally, as your chair is the one moving towards the white gunge in the tank. Kelly, sat on the other side of the tank, looks a little disappointed not to have been chosen, but you don’t worry about that, knowing that this means you’ll be going on the launch ramp gunk dunk. You glide through the poles supporting the gunge tank above, which opens up just as you stop underneath its nozzle. The white slime is fairly thin, and quite translucent, but apart from the heavy splattering over your head, you can barely tell you are getting gunged, since you are that covered in gunk from the IZ tank. There’s also very little in the tank, you suspect about a quarter of the tank’s capacity, so you soon find the gunging ending. Kelly gets up, and offers you a hand, which you take, and lifts you to your feet.
“Right then, I’m going to climb aboard the gunk dunk.”
With that, she walks off in the direction of where two dunk tanks, filled to the brim with gunge, are situated. To the left, there’s the massive launch ramp version, while your destination is to the right, the fairground version. You’ve both been on this version, though the most prominent time is when you first offered it for use in the guild for a charity night. You, Kelly and two other girls from your uni took part, each getting gunged. As well as the door takings, there was also a vote about the gunge tanks. 3 gunge tanks stood on stage. As people came in, they voted for who they wanted to see in the gunge. The three with the lowest votes got put in the gunge tanks, while the one with the most votes got put on the dunk tank Kelly is climbing on right now. On the night, with the strawberry blond hair you had back then, you were put in the third gunge tank, which had been built with extra gunge. Kelly ended up being lucky enough to be put in the gunk dunk. That night was funnily enough you and Kelly’s public début for gungings. You’re not against getting gunged in public, but you tend to prefer private gungings, seeing as you can be a lot more risqué, and you don’t have to worry about the image of the gunging.
You look at Kelly, sat on the seat, feet dangling above the gunge. She is still exposing herself to the world, even if you’re the only one there to watch. Neither of you have ever been in a dunk tank naked, so it’s a new experience for you both. You approach the levers, which operate the gunk dunk, and give everything the quick once over. Everything in order, you get ready to begin.
“Now Kelly, do you wish for some snot?”
“Yes please.”
You pull the green lever. A small amount of dark green splatters over Kelly damp hair, but you can tell the effect is weak, seeing as you both had been in the Industrial Zone tanks. You remember how good the gunge was when Kelly was clean, although you do love playing out this scenario.
“Okay Kelly, how about some Custard?”
“Bring it on.”
‘Feisty,’ you think. You pull the yellow lever, which sets the yellow slime over Kelly. She gasps, probably because the stuff was cold, and she is naked after all. She laughs, trying to cover it up, but since you’re best friends, you can tell.
“And next, we have some Really Awful Waste. And it’s all yours Kelly.”
You pull the blue lever and watch as blue slime pours down, splashing across Kelly, topping off the slime on the top of her head. It’s not much, just enough. Of course, this next bit is the big one.
“And now Kelly, Get Your Own Back was the nineties show that you’re trying out again, only for the first time without any protection. This is my own back.”
And with that, you pull the golden lever. A stream of thick yellow gunge falls, landing on Kelly’s bare knees, before the mechanism kicks in. Kelly falls forward, with the yellow gunge leaving a line down her back as she dives towards the gunge. She splashes down face first, but doesn’t sink straight under, leaving her ass exposed to the air. You laugh as some darker green slime splats perfectly on the mark, which lasts a couple of seconds before Kelly comes up for air, light green gunge pouring off the crown of her head. Her butt slips down into the pool as she takes in air, before she dunks her back into the green gunge. You watch as Kelly plays around in the gunge, sliding around the pool. After a few moments, when it seems like she’s forgotten you’re there, you speak up.
“Erm, Kelly, my turn.”
You see Kelly nod in the gunge, so you move over to grab the ladder to help her climb out. However, as you turn around, you watch Kelly tip over the front of the gunk dunk pool, flipping over once, and landing softly on her bum, on a mat that you just noticed that had been conveniently placed there. Your jaw drops, surprised that Kelly actually pulled that off, never mind the fact that she had the guts to try it out. You both are fairly fit, all things considered, but you know you would never be able to pull that off. You know how slippy slime is just by walking, never mind trying to pull off a flip. In fact the floor of the whole room is covered in plastic so you can walk easier, with better grip, even when you go barefoot as you often do.
“You should close your mouth Emma, you may catch flies, and we can’t have that in this hot weather, can we? Now, up those stairs and park your arse on that seat.”
You splutter for a moment, brought back to reality, before you cheekily reply, “Yes Ma’am.” You drop the ladder where you stand, twirl around, and walk off towards the other gunge dunk, making sure Kelly took in your sexy ass. You climb a set of steps to the left of the tank, looking at the gunge tour to the right for a split second. As you clamber onto the seat, you take in the light blue slime that you’re about to be thrown into, and you can’t wait. The chair lowers you slowly, down towards the bottom of the ramp, from where you can really sense how massive the gunge pool really is. You resist the urge to dip your toes in, deciding to wait for the all over dunking. Instead, you look up to where Kelly is stood with the levers that start the tank off.
“Now Emma, I’m going to ask you three questions. For every one you get wrong, I crank you up a notch. After that, I’ll fulfil your fantasy of being dunked naked. Is that clear?”
“Crystal.”
“Alrighty. First off: What colour is the gunge below you?”
Bemused at the question, you stare at the teasing blue gunge below for a few moments, before meeting Kelly in the eye. “Green.”
“Nope, it’s blue. Up you go.” Kelly turns the handle beside her, and you feel a thrill as a cranking noise accompanies you as the chair rises up the ramp, away from the gunge. As the chair stops still, the noise turns into a locking sound, before a few moments of quiet.
“Next Question: What colour top am I wearing?”
Knowing why Kelly asked such a question when you’re both nude, you take a look at Kelly in all her glory. You wonder briefly whether to cheekily reply with green, since most of the slime from her previous dunking is still sat upon Kelly’s breasts. As you continue to gaze at them, Kelly sultrily pouts her lips, leaning slightly forwards and squeezing her tits together to make them seem bigger. You feel your cheeks warm to this, though you can’t help but watch as the green gunge gathers in her cleavage, which reminds you of all the times gunge has gathers there on your body. You then remember you’re supposed to be answering the question.
“I guess I’d call that lavender.”
“Emma, I’m naked, I ain’t wearing no top.” The chair cranks up another notch.
“Final question before the drop into the slop: When is my birthday?”
“Why it’s today. I mean isn’t this in celebration of that?”
Kelly laughs quietly, making you smile. “No, my birthday was 17th May, and we celebrated by the opening of a tank we’ll go on together later. Of course that will never beat your birthday last year. 25th August, just after we got back from our respective honeymoons, and we trashed the dresses in style.” You recall that day. The boys bought a couple of tuxes just for that day. The respective couples each got in the main gunge tanks that you had back then, your favourite Industrial Zone tanks. Peter held you tightly as the blue gunge engulfed you both. You’ll never forget the sensation of simply destroying such a beautiful dress in such away. Then, just to celebrate your birthday, after both couples finally emerged from the tanks, you sat in the fairground gunk dunk, where, after a topping of icing for you, you were dunked into your very own birthday cake, in your birthday suit. Of course, that doesn’t count as a naked dunking, seeing as it was a cake, so you can’t wait for the next few minutes.
“Anyway, wrong answer, so to the top young lady.”
You giggle to yourself as the chair lifts itself and you up to the very top of the slope. Bells and sirens ring out as the seat locks itself into the top notch. You take a look around, seeing as you’re now sat at the very top of the room, in what is possibly the second best view to see the room (no substitute for being in the gunge tanks). Beyond the framework that held the overhead gunge for this tank lay the room within which you and Kelly have had many a fun time. The giantess stood out clearly, not that you’ll rush to go back under that one. From here though, you can also see the sludge cube ready to go, as well as the track for the gunge tour. You look down at the gunge below you, and you steel yourself for when Kelly starts talking.
“Emma, you sit on top of the Get Your Own Back Gunge dunk, only you neglect to wear clothes, making this completely different to the old show. You just did it for me, so it’s time to have your own fantasy fulfilled.” She pulls a giant lever beside her.
The pistons are released with a jet of gas around you, as you can feel the brakes unlock. The chair rolls forward, slowly at first, but soon gathers speed as you rush down the slope. You whimper as you watch the dunk tank get ever closer. Just as you come within about a metre of the pool, purple falls, obstructing your vision of the light blue gunge. The chair stops quite suddenly, and you fly forwards, straight through the purple slime falling. You are very aware of the slime hitting down onto your naked back, as you fall towards the expanse of blue gunge. You tuck your arms into your body as you dive head first into the gunge pool. The cool gunge hits you in the face as you slide beneath the surface, though the lack of clothing makes the slime slide better over you. You arc up back to the surface, not touching the bottom, and you swim around in a small circle. More purple goo plops down right on top of your head, which you didn’t quite expect, and you splutter slightly, though not too much. You let your feet settle on the gunge dunk floor, and you stand in the gunge. However the pool is very deep around your petite five foot frame and you can still feel your breasts slipping in and out of the gunge. You look over to the side where Kelly is enjoying the view.
“Well Emma, we’ve both been dunked naked now, and we’ve both had the shit. Let’s get you out of there so we can go for something else.”
You wade over to where Kelly has set up the ladder, climbing out and basking in the feelings still going through your mind. Kelly guides you over to the wardrobe again, taking you to a railing holding two catsuits. You gasp as you lay eyes on them, seeing exactly where Kelly is going with this. You grin widely, since you always enjoy yourself when you get gunged in your catsuit.
“A little latex should make the gunge fun, and since we’re completely covered in gunge, it’s going to make just walking in them fun, never mind all the other stuff. Here, help me into mine, then I’ll get you into yours.”
Kelly grabs her navy blue plastic clothing off the railing, and starts climbing into it. You take your own crimson number and start by sticking your leg into the correct legging. The blue slime runs up the leg as you squeeze it into the tight catsuit. You then pull your arms through before zipping up the respective limbs. You look up to see Kelly ready to have the back zipped up, so you quietly walk around her. As you pull the zipper up to Kelly’s neck, you quiver as your hand grazes her smooth gungey skin. Brushing it off, you turn to allow Kelly to zip you up as well. Kelly looks really sexy to you in the catsuit, which really shows off her figure, and you can’t wait to watch her get gunged more in it, never mind what you’re feeling about being gunged in one yourself.
“Ok, now we’re all sexy, let’s go kick some gunge ass. I’ll use the car wash extended version, while I believe the foamer is set up, so that’ll be perfect for you.”
You like Kelly’s idea, and follow her back to the gunge tanks. The car wash gunge tank is right beside you, so you watch as Kelly sits in the throne-like seat, giving you a thrill just to see that in her catsuit. You yourself head over to the wheel that starts the gunge tank off, after which the automated program takes over (the old methods always make you feel like you were once there). You turn the wheel to start off proceedings, smiling at Kelly’s excited squeal.
You turn back to watch the chair moving forward into the tank. Kelly’s hair flies all over the place as the brushes swish quickly against her. She’s also soaked with fine water spray, though this does at least clean away some of the gunge from earlier, so that when Kelly clears the brushes, she is somewhat clean, at least for the moment.
That all changes after a moment when blue slime falls down, surrounding Kelly’s head. Her hair is matted back down by the gunge, before Kelly tipped her head back to flip the gunge away. However this resulted in the remainder of the blue slime running right down her face, making you smile. The chair moved forward just as the torrent slowed to a dribble. A two tone green and yellow gunge starts up, with the chair jolting to a stop just under the downpour. Kelly leans forward at first, but arches her back after a couple of moments. The gunge splashed a bit more than the blue gunge did, but the two tone effect makes covers Kelly well. This tank also slows down, before Kelly moves forward under the final nozzle. Red and white sludge is squeezed out of the tank, spreading slowly over Kelly’s face. It’s much thicker than the other two tanks, though not quite as thick as the sludge you faced earlier. Kelly was coated in the stuff, and decided she was going to play with the gunge, rubbing herself all over, which you find oddly sensual as you watch.
The chair rolls forward out from the protective screens. You’re expecting the chair to turn before you approach Kelly to tease her. However something peculiar happens. The back of the throne like chair come away from the part upon which Kelly is sat. Before you can question what is happening, the chair collapses through the floor, taking Kelly with it. You hear a splash, giving you a good idea about what happened, but you still head over to see what happened. You peer over the edge to see Kelly encased in a pool of thick green slime. You start laughing at the gunging, especially at how Kelly had clearly forgotten about it, and wasn’t expecting it. You hear Kelly below saw the funny side too, which gives you that warm feeling inside. After a while, the hatch that had been built for the gunge pool escape opens, and Kelly pulls herself out onto the floor. She lays prostrate for a few moments, all the while you keep laughing in amusement, before finagling standing and facing you.
“Well, I don’t envy Sophie having to fish that chair from out of there.”
You just laugh harder at this, almost in hysterics, taking a few seconds to calm down. Kelly grows tired of this, so she grabs you over her shoulder and carries you over to the foamer, the tank you’re going in next. Since you’re in Lycra, you can’t feel the gunge Kelly is completely coated in, but you are perfectly aware of how close you are. You don’t protest at the involuntary movement though, and simply let Kelly place you on the seat of the gunge tank, looking at her expectant of the gunging as she shuts the door on you. Feeling really excited, you shut your eyes and ball your fists anticipating the start up of the tank.
You hear the foam slowly bubbling its way into the space below you, but it takes a few moments before it begins to tickles your bare feet. It keeps on coming though, and it’s not long before the suds are up past your knees. To add to the foam from the bottom, bright blue foam is pumped in from either side, some of which lands on your shoulders. You feel slightly disappointed, as you realise the catsuit is too thick for you to really feel the foam properly. However you don’t let it show, playing with a new stream of swirling green foam falling from above. You giggle as you grab a handful of coloured foam, and blow it out of your hand. The foam level is just reaching your shoulders, with you wondering where the tank is going, when bright pink slime splattered down, splashing off your head. You dip your head down into the foam, and shake it about as the gunge pours into your hair. You can feel some of the gunge slipping down the back of your neck, making its way down your back. You squidge about in the gunge and foam, although you do wonder whether the catsuit is a bit overkill. After all, it may look good, but it doesn’t really allow you to really feel the gunge properly. As the foamy gunge drains away, you move around as if itchy. Once it’s just foam around you, Kelly moves forward to open the tank up. You seize the opportunity, launching yourself at Kelly, wrapping your arms around her tightly. She returns the hug, and again, the tension in the air is palpable.
When you part, you decide to voice your opinion of the catsuit. “I’m sorry, but the catsuit just ain’t working, it’s too restrictive. Can we please ditch them?” You watch as Kelly clearly is disappointed that you aren’t up for the catsuits, but you aren’t backing down on this, so Kelly goes, “Sure.” You help each other pull the plastic suits off, with you revelling in the freedom. After you’re both naked again, Kelly looks you square in the eye and says, “One last gunge tank, and this one’s for both of us.”
You walk with your arms on each other’s shoulders, heading over to the GYOB gunk dunks from earlier. The seat that launched you into the pool of gunge is still at the bottom of the ramp, pointed downward from where you were thrown. You climb up the staircase, heading to your final gunge tank. To the left, a waltzer car lays waiting. You clamber in first, with Kelly joining you shortly afterwards. She pulls the door tightly shut, before you press the start-up button located in the centre wheel. Kelly snuggles up close to you as the car turns to start off. A thousand things fly through your mind, but there is an overwhelming sense of excitement. The car completes its rotation, and you look up to see a massive vat slowly tipping towards you. Playing along, you and Kelly build up the tension with a rising ooh sound, building to a crescendo at the tipping point. When it starts to pour, a tidal wave of ice cold water comes at you both. You can really feel the chill, seeing as you’re nude, but you prevent yourself from screaming, enjoying the feeling as the slime on your body is washed away. Of course that left you cold and wet, something that wasn’t quite as enjoyable. The waltzer moves onwards, twisting around to face the other way, and as you go under the container you see the fan behind it. You sit back and enjoy the blast of warm air as it dries you off, leaving you relatively clean. You look sideways and smile as you see Kelly, pinned back because of the air, except her hair, which is stuck up backwards in the air stream. You shake your lips in the wind, making Kelly laugh at your antics. Soon afterwards, the fan turns off, with the waltzer turning to continue onwards. You enjoy the moment, excited at the final gunge tank you’re about to face.
The ride continues onwards, past a couple of windows. Just as you’re going past one, cream gets sprayed out at you, and since you’re on the right, you seem to get most of the cream down your body. However you know that it’s simply a taster, and the real gunge is yet to come. The car reaches the corner of the room, with you covered in cream on your right side. Last time the car dropped down to the ground floor level, so you’re slightly surprised as the waltzer car rises up to the ceiling. Turning your head upward, you see a nozzle prepped for gunging, which bursts out with thin yellow slime as the car approaches. You squeal, then grab Kelly instinctively around the waist, and snuggle into her bare chest as the gunge continues to pour. This makes you realise what you were confused about all day. Kelly wraps an arm around you, comforting you closely as the gunge slows down. The car starts moving along again, but you stay in your cosy position, at least until you feel more gunge being poured onto your bare back. You pull yourself up to Kelly’s shoulder as the thicker blue slime spreads all over your smooth skin, covering you up.
The waltzer continues, taking you around the corner to the back of the giantess. You wonder what Kelly was thinking, especially since all that design is useless. The gunge tank within does its job, but the whole design is definitely unnecessary. You notice the gunge tank set up behind the model’s head, and so are expecting the grey gunge to fall as you go underneath. Kelly on the other hand yelps loudly in surprise, which makes you laugh. In response, Kelly grabs you, and starts massaging the grey gunge into your hair, along with all the other gungey stuff in there. You both laugh playfully as the car moves down a slope after another corner. You are fully enjoying the moment, though there is one thing playing on your mind. The car starts twisting as it descends down to the ground floor, and you squeak as the waltzer bumps once it reaches the bottom. You stare at Kelly for a couple of moments, all the while red slime slithers down between you. Throwing caution to the gunge, you pounce on Kelly, smacking your lips on hers.
Kelly didn’t react at first, probably out of surprise, but after a couple of moments, she wraps her arms around the back of your neck, pulling you closer. More gunge is poured over the two of you, although you take no notice of that, seeing as you have Kelly in your grasp. In fact you only register dimly that your nude bodies are up against each other, or that all the gunge is slipping all over the place. Once air becomes a necessity, you break apart, though you stay right beside each other. You start to feel guilty about initiating that. After all, you’re two happily married women, and wouldn’t give up what you have with your respective husbands for anything. It’s not that you can’t feel the heat between you and Kelly, but it is a little risqué.
Just as the waltzer car rolls into the final gunging position, you look up, and begin to feel queasy. You had forgotten about Sophie spotting you today, and here she stood with her hand over the controls that operate the final gunging. The wry smile on her face doesn’t help matters.
“I know you’re comfortable with each other, but I never thought you’d do that. Have to say it was hot, but you are married women. What would Eddie or Pete say?”
You bow your head, the guilt feeling all the worse. Kelly speaks up beside you though. “I bet they would get turned on to see their respective wives getting it on. Mind you, they would start to worry if either of us kissed you, or one of the other cleaners. We knew ages ago that we were a foursome, rather than two couples. We just don’t mix, not that we think it’s wrong. I’d be fine if Eddie kissed Emma, or even more, as long as at the end of the day, we still enjoy our own thing.”
Having not known this, you feel a mixture of relief and pride for Kelly. You start eyeing her up again, although you think you can restrain yourself for the time being. Sophie appears satisfied, knowing the unique relationship of those within this house. “Well what can I say? Just make sure you tell people how liberal you are before they have to rush out of the spotting room to question you on it. Right, I’m going to turn the manual override off, and leave you two to it.” She flicks a switch, and then walks off, probably back to the spotter’s room.
The waltzer car slid backwards until it was right under the massive gunge tank designed to finish off this gunging spectacle. Kelly subtly shifts you into her lap, seeing as you’re the smaller. She then begins to fondle your tits, which tickles your fancy. You lean against her shoulder just like you would lie against Peter, before saying, “Thanks Kelly. I didn’t know how you’d react, but I’ve kind of wanted to do that with you for a long time. Never thought it’d be sensible, but I never knew the boys would be okay with it. Spur of the moment I guess. Today was great,” a loud clicking sounds out, “Thank you.”
A tidal wave of green slime comes out at you both, covering you both very quickly. You enjoy the feel of the slime, especially in the form of a straight out gunging. You reach back, and snuggle yourself into Kelly, enjoying the feel of the goo over your breasts, despite Kelly’s hands being there. In the end however, you simply enjoy the pure feeling of elation after being gunged with your best friend.
The gunge level came up to the seat in the waltzer, not that it makes much difference to you. You twist around in Kelly’s lap, attacking her again with your mouth. After all, you might as well enjoy the passion while it’s hot. After parting from Kelly, you take a brief moment to talk.
“You know we tell the boys when they call tonight, right?”
“Sure, but for now, let’s enjoy this gunge.”