Written by PML — 2011 — from WamLibrary
f/f, foam, food, manure, paint, slime, treacle
The sun peeks through the emerald curtains as you slowly wake up to the world. You roll over only to remember that your husband Eddie is on a business trip with your good friend Peter. You then recall what you had planned for the day, so decide to get out of bed in order to get ready. Deciding you want some fresh air, you walk over to the balcony and as you open up the French doors, the warm summer’s breeze surrounds your naked body. You look out into the private courtyard to see your best friend, and Peter’s wife, Emma, taking a stroll past the water fountain. She was dressed in her red satin robe, with golden blond hair that stretched down to her shoulders.
You decide to call out to her, “How’s it going, Emma?” This clearly shocks her, since she stumbles, falling head first into the fountain. You laugh to yourself as she surfaces, her hair dripping with the water. You laugh out loud when her robe opens and you realise she is wearing nothing underneath. She stands up in the middle of the fountain when suddenly the jets get turned on, and cascades of water spray all over Emma. This makes you laugh harder. Emma looks up to you on the balcony, blinks a few times, before replying, “Everything’s fine Kelly, just wetting my hair, that’s all. Are we still on for after lunch?”
“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,” you shout down. You stretch your arms in the air in the full awareness that Emma is staring at your ample breasts, before turning to head back into your room, not forgetting to wriggle your bum for the watching lady.
You decide the first thing to deal with is your stomach. Luckily, Peter installed a snack bar between the two bedrooms, so head there to grab a quick breakfast bar. Now that you are fed, you head back to your room to sort out your sanitary needs. You take a look at yourself in the mirror before anything else though. You run your fingers through the strawberry blond hair, which extended down to just past her ample bosom. You wrap your arms around your round belly, remembering the splash you created the last time you played with the dunk tank. You shake your head to get out of the reverie, before going about getting ready.
After a lovely shower, you slip a t-shirt and some shorts on, and slip-ons for the feet, you head out of your room to set things up. The clock on the wall tells you it’s quarter past ten, giving you two to three hours to get ready. You walk towards your destination, the maids’ head office. You don’t see anyone on the way, seeing as the boys are stateside. You arrive quickly to find Sophie, the head maid, waiting for you.
“Hey Kelly, everything you asked for has been set up. The computer has been programmed and tested, so your new tanks should function fine. The heaters and the shower block are working so I foresee no problems for you. Do you have any idea what time you might finish?” She asks you.
“Not completely sure, but I reckon clean up can begin at about nine.”
“That’s cool. I’ll get the guys to come around eight then. Let’s get in there then.”
You follow Sophie to the familiar room where all of the elaborate gunge tanks that you and Emma have had built are kept. You can see the hustle and bustle as the maids set up the tanks that you listed that you were going to use. Amongst the collection in the room, you can see the various dunk tanks, some filled with gunge, ready for use, as well as some classic replicas, and a few of your own design. The room is the by far the biggest in the mansion that you live in, but there is little open space since there seems to be some kind of gunge tank in every available corner. Thinking back to the time you tricked someone into this room makes you feel giddy. You can just imagine the sort of fun you could all get up to.
You meander over to the next room, which is where your gunge outfits are stored. You know you want to use your catsuit, so you pick out a navy blue one, while finding Emma’s crimson number. You hang them up by the door so you can get at them later. Having done that, you head back to meet up with Sophie, who you find busy organising things. “Hey honey, thanks again for your wonderful service. Me and Emma will be in here at one, I’m so looking forward to this afternoon. You’re free to use this room tomorrow, just as long remember the rules.”
“I know, clean up after any mess, and video anything that happens, which reminds me, the auto cameras have been set up, no more mistakes like last time. Mind you, I’m the spotter today, so there shouldn’t be any case of not paying attention. Enjoy yourself and Emma too.” She gives you a quick peck on the cheek before heading over to help some of the maids.
You leave the gunge room and enter the hall. You can see the front entrance, where the guys welcome formal guests for whatever business purpose, and the clock above the door telling you its lunchtime. You head over to the kitchen to find Emma has made up sandwiches for you both already. You smile as you take the seat opposite her.
“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.”
“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.”
You finish off your lunch then get up from the table. “Well, let’s get cracking, shall we.” Emma stands up and follows you out of the kitchen. You chat about nothing in particular as you wind your way through the mansion you call home. You are still laughing at one of Emma’s jokes as you enter the wardrobe through a side entrance. You peel away from your friend to look for an outfit. After looking over a couple of dresses, you decide to go for a light summer’s dress, with yellow flowers across the white cotton fabric. You stick your T-shirt and shorts in a cupboard at the back of the room, along with your slip-ons and underwear, having previously decided to go barefoot. You turn to see Emma coming with her clothes for the cupboard. She had chosen to put on a tight white T-shirt, and a scarlet skirt, which was very loose. She is also barefoot, and by the look of the pile she is now stuffing in the cupboard, she had also forsaken underwear.
After that, Emma turns to you and says, “Right, let’s get started. Who’s up first, and what on?”
You put your hand to your chin as if to ponder this. “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 walk over to the door leading to the main room where the tanks are set up. “Welcome to the dreams of gunge.” You open the door, allowing Emma to enter first then follow her inside. You take a good look at the room now that all the gunge tanks are filled up and the scaffolding has been removed. To one side you can see a replica of the car wash tank that was used on NHP once upon a time. Memories of times gone by creep into your mind as to stare momentarily at a large tank called ‘The Sludge Cube’, especially how your white dress was ruined in there. You can see other favourites as well, such as the GYOB gunk dunk, and The IZ tanks.
Of course, your attention is then grabbed by the new tank that you had had made up. As tall as the room is high, with its back leaning against a rail track that formed the ‘tour of the gunge room’ (modelled off NHP), there is a statue of a naked woman. She has long black hair, and full rounded breasts, which from a distance you think look quite soft. You look at the squatting position she’s been arranged in, and smile. You turn to Emma who is looking up at the giant woman with bemusement.
“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.” You can tell by the look on Emma’s face that she’s unsure, so you start to reassure her with, “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.” Emma had perked up a bit. “Now, should we do this?”
Emma sighs loudly before nodding. You feel glad that she agreed. As much as you want to try out sitting under a giant arse, you also want to see the effect on Emma. Not much is able to scare either of you any more when it comes to gunge, but seeing Emma being reluctant for once reminds you that when most people get gunged, they don’t particularly like it.
You lead Emma over to the legs of the giantess. From here, you can see the incredible amount of detail that went into building this thing. From a distance, it really did look just like a naked woman squatting over a bowl, legs slightly open, with her back to the wall. This close up, it’s easy to tell that she’s fake with the lack of motion and tubes sticking out from her. You guide Emma over to the chair positioned under the legs. Emma climbs into the seat, and faces you, looking very anxious. You head over to the control desk in front of the giantess and set them into your preferred settings. You turn to back to Emma, who is busy muttering to herself.
“Emma, you are sat in the seat under the naked giantess when she has come to have a shit. Good luck.” With that, you pull the lever on the control panel to start her up.
A few moments pass by. A loud farting sound pierces through the room, and you see Emma getting blasted by a gust of air. She recoils slightly, before flailing her arms about as if to swat a fly. Remembering the design, you realise that the blast of air included wet, sticky dust particles, most obvious by the light brown stains now on Emma’s T-shirt. Before Emma can do much else, yellow water sprays down upon her. Most of it ends up in the bowl she’s sitting above, but there’s enough to say that her front is slightly damper now.
You can tell Emma is calming down to the experience (She is into gunge as much as you are), but you know that there’s much more to come. Ok, so you didn’t set it up to the most unforgiving settings, just enough to show what she has to offer. You could see the next stage already beginning. Thick brown paste was being squeezed out, with Emma right below. It was like toothpaste in a way, soft enough to spread, but stays together as it is squeezed out of the tube. Emma is still quite scared of what the tank represents, and so isn’t looking up like she might normally do. She did squeal loudly when the paste touched her head, and began spreading itself across Emma’s luscious golden hair. She didn’t move at first, but as the paste kept coming, the weight made her duck forwards. This caused the paste to break from the stream, and the rest of the hanging stuff fell, right down the back of Emma’s hair. As her head jerks forwards, some of the excess paste had slid forward, sliding right down her fringe and dropping off, going plop as it fell into the pool that had formed in the bowl.
A moment later, Emma risked looking up to see more paste coming at her. She leans back in her chair away from the falling brown stuff. She succeeds in ducking her head out of the way, but this also meant that it lands on her right on her chest, sliding down her T-shirt from her breasts to form a lump in her lap on her red skirt. When the stream inevitably broke, Emma, now clearly over her squeamishness, caught the falling stuff in her hands. She plays around with it for a few moments.
“It’s weird, it kind of feels soft and squidgy.” She sticks her hand to her nose. “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 laugh as you see Emma cut off suddenly by liquid brown goo splashing down upon her. It surrounds her with the very familiar umbrella effect, so you can’t see Emma’s reaction, even if you can hear her scream of surprise. However you can also see that the bowl underneath Emma is being filled with more brown goo, which is coming from a drainage duct from behind her. It’s clear to see Emma is none the wiser to her next fate. The umbrella collapses and you can tell that Emma is fairly covered. Her blond hair now looked like a dark brunette, while her face had been caught in the onslaught and there were dabs of brown gunk all over. Her previously white T-shirt now had streaks of the horrible brown goo, and her skirt had matted down to her legs soaked in all the gunk. On the plus side for Emma, the lumps of paste from before had been washed away into the bowl, which Emma had now seen that was filled up.
A loud coughing noise sounded out from above the two of you, before flushing echoed around the room. You hear Emma squeal as she is flung forward off her chair into the pool below. At the same time, a large torrent of water burst from the wall behind where she had been sitting. Emma had already splashed into the cesspool by the time the water hits her back. She doesn’t go completely under, but she did go head first, completely submerging her hair. She surfaces quicker than she normally would, utterly coated in the brown goo. However most of the worse is quickly washed off in the waterfall that lasts a few seconds more. When the water subsides, you can begin to see the full effects of the gunging. Emma is sat with the pool coming up to just below her breasts, which are visible through her T-shirt thanks to the soaking. There are smudges of brown across her face and amongst her hair, but in the main, the water had cleaned away the gunge.
You approach the tank with the stepladder in order for Emma to get out safely. You stick it into position, then step back to take a good look at Emma as she gets out. She stands, using the rim of the bowl to support herself, and you realise that her skirt has come loose. She picks up the brown sodden material that was floating beside her as she shows off her completely coated naked legs to you. Emma climbs out of the tank, and faces you.
“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.”
You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding. “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.” You walk over to the gunge tank in question. It’s nothing spectacular, especially compared to the giantess. It’s simply four gunge tanks in succession, with a laid back chair for you to sit in. You can’t tell what’s ready to be unleashed upon you seeing as the top had been boarded up. You suspect that knowing the gunge is part of this tank’s charm.
“Ah yes, I recognise this one. I think you’ll enjoy it.” Emma had joined you, now nude, having ditched her messy clothes. It looks kind of strange, as from the waist down she is coated in the brown gunge, but above that, she is very clean, including the perky breasts. You realise after a moment that you really shouldn’t just stand there admiring her body, so turn back towards the gunge tank. Feeling giddy, you head over to the chair at the start, and take a seat. The chair is comfortable, even if it is made from plastic, and you can tell the chair encourages you to look up towards the gunge.
Emma pulls a lever from the other side of the tank, and the loud rumble of the gears shifting below you makes you gasp. The chair shifts forward into the first tank, and for the first time you realise the tanks are cut off from each other. The trapped feeling is complete when you are inside, and the door shuts automatically behind you. You look around you in the next few seconds, a habit of yours when you first enter a gunge tank. In that short time, you register the smirk on Emma’s lips, along with how small this tank is, and how the whole tank is sealed, give that hole in the top.
You hear the gurgling sound from above you before the smooth orange liquid splatters over your strawberry blond hair. The smell that hits your nostrils as the stuff flows over your face tells you exactly what is covering you; raw egg. It’s clearly been mixed as you can’t feel any yolks flowing over you, but there is still a strong smell about the stuff. You giggle however at the smoothness of the eggs as they flow into your cleavage. The feeling of the eggs soaking through to your private areas makes you jerk your lap slightly but this is nothing new, as you remember the feelings from previous gunging.
All too soon, the eggs end, and you sit there covered in the stuff. The feel of the eggs dripping down your forehead feels just as strange as the squidgy bits under your dress. You can feel every bit, especially since there’s no underwear to protect you. The only annoyance really is the smell that the eggs left behind. Normally you and Emma use what you would call ‘TV gunge’, which is basically coloured liquid of varying consistency, and it has no smell whatsoever. Still, you did make Emma go on the giantess tank. You are still considering this when the door opens in front of you and you move forward into the next tank. Once again, as the door closes behind you, you realise the tank is completely sealed, save for the gunge hole.
As you are looking up, the tank starts into action. Thick black treacle seeped through the hole and falls right onto your forehead. The smell is fairly strong again, although it isn’t overpowering, just something you’re not used to. The treacle spreads across your face, but the feeling of the sticky sauce in your hair is turning you on. The treacle is too thick to seep through you dress, but that makes the stuff that oozes through the gaps at the top all the more sexy as it can’t escape.
Once the treacle stops, you take stock of the situation. The stuff is heavy on you, and hits all the spots as it trickles its way under your dress. Again you notice that the stuff used smells quite strongly, although you aren’t too bothered by that. The tank moves you on into the next tank, closing you off like before. Still, you absolutely love getting gunged, and can’t wait for more.
When the blue stuff splashed down upon you, your first thought is that it’s normal gunge. That is of course until you get a sniff, and know that what is now coating you quite rapidly is blue paint. The smell is stronger than it was for the treacle, but the sheer quantity of paint that comes at you just takes your breath away. In fact you have to lean forward just to be able to breathe. You play around with the falling stuff, like shaking your head around, and sticking your hands up to catch the falling paint. You don’t think much of it, seeing as you’ve been in tanks with much more gunge, and the only difference is that paint has a powerful aroma.
When the paint slows down to a dribble, you can tell without looking that you are entirely plastered in the stuff. Your dress is sticking tightly to you, completely saturated in blue, and there are puddles of the stuff around your more private areas. Your skin feels smooth, although you know that to be the paint, and just by swinging your hair around, you can tell it’s being weighed down by all that paint. Your face is also covered, and this means you can really smell the paint. You can tell by now the point of the gunge tank; the gunge is stuff that smells strongly. The chair moves on into the fourth and final tank, and you’re sealed up for one last time.
When the slime hits your head, it’s not that that makes you recoil. The smell hits you, and for the first time, you scrunch your nose. What you were now being gunged in was shit. Thick slurry was splashing down upon you, and the stink is fairly bad. Ok, so it’s not making you feel sick, but you do wish you could get out soon. You remember the giantess tank, and laugh at the irony of the fact that Emma had been gunged in a simulation of a giant girl having a shit, while you were in a gunge tank having the real shit poured over you. This helps take your mind off the stench in the tank, but you still are able to enjoy the feel of the cool brown liquid hitting your head, and slowly coating your body from your head to your toes.
There’s not as much of it as there was of the paint, and it soon ends. You sit there, completely coated in all the stuff, with the feelings of the eggs still in certain areas, and the thicker treacle also. The smell in the tank is unpleasant, although you would not say unbearable. You are wondering when you going to be let out of the tank, and it doesn’t look to be any time soon. You look out of the tank to see Emma with her hand on a button, which you can presume is the release. The smirk on her face tells you she enjoyed that little piece of revenge on you, even if she had no idea beforehand that she would need it in such way. She teases you for a while with the button, but for once, you don’t feel in the mood for playfulness, and signal to her to just press the button.
The chair moves forward and out of the tank. You consider the tank. It’s not one for first timers, but definitely one you would have wanted to try if you had known about it first, even with the final tank. You turn towards Emma, who isn’t approaching you, although you don’t blame her. You get up, and head over to her, taking her in a hug before she can say anything. As always when you hug after being gunged, the stuff over your bodies act as lubricant, and it makes you slide against each other.
“That was a nasty one to end with,” you say as you part.
“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 both head over to the open shower area. You rip the ruined dress off of you, and turn the shower on. You aren’t bothered about getting clean now, but you want that smell to go. You let the water run over you as you use liberal amounts of body wash to wash away the gunge on your body.
After washing yourself down, you step away from the shower feeling refreshed, smelling of peaches. Emma is stood waiting for you, as naked as you now are. For a moment, you feel self conscious, seeing as Emma has a slimmer figure than you. Then you remember all the times you’ve slam dunked into a pool of gunge, and also think of when Eddie plays with your boobs. Emma might have a slimmer body, but you make up for that in other ways. You refuse the towel she offers you though, liking the wet body feel.
“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 head over to where two gunge tanks are set facing each other. Of course, the fact that each tank holds almost half a dunk tank, and can hold a variety of colours, doesn’t take away the fact that these are gunge tanks at their simplest, all over the top onto you. Sophie told you the left one holds the warm colours, while the right one has the cooler colours. You explain this to Emma, who elects to take the left. You pull the lever on the control panel, and then turn to Emma.
“Right, that gives us about 10 minutes. Enjoy.”
“You too, Kelly.”
You lift the tank open, climb in and take a seat in the inflatable chair right under the nozzle. You manage to get the door shut, and turn to Emma in the opposite tank, who is just shutting her door. Feeling comfortable in the inflatable, you bounce up and down, giggling as you feel your boobs jiggle with the rhythm. Deciding to be more adventurous, you stick your hands under them to play with them. A quick glance at Emma tells you she’s surprised that you’ve started being more sexual, but then shrugs, and starts playing with her hair.
“Five minutes remaining.”
Ah yes, the countdown. Always sends a shiver down your spine that voice does. You still haven’t got it out of Peter as to who he got to record it. You wonder how often you’ve managed to get him and Eddie in gunge tanks. You smile as you remember the time you had sex with Eddie inside another of the tanks in here. Of course, while they are also into the wam fetish, they prefer to watch ladies getting gunged rather than trying it out themselves. They keep reminding you as to how lucky they are that they married two beautiful girls very much into gunge. You and Emma keep saying that you’re the lucky ones. Two guys as hot as them, willing to support their wives fantasies and it helps a lot that you all get on. You have wondered in the past whether you are two couples that live together, or whether you’re a more unique four person union. Not that you and Emma have ever swapped partners for some things, but you do all get along so well.
“Two minutes remaining.”
You stop playing with yourself then, not wanting to beat the gunge. Emma also stops with her activities, resting her arms on the rests. You recall how you met. It was a fresh March day, about 2 years ago. You had joined a wam forum, which had organised a meet up in the dome in the city. Of course, that forum had many stories, and you and Emma have since pinched ideas for tanks from those, including the one you’re now sat in. Eddie was in his final year at Uni, who you had been dating for a few months. You could tell even back then that he was a keeper. When you got to the meet, you wandered around, talking to various people. Eddie and Pete already knew each other through some other way that they never quite explained, and they introduced you to each other. You hit it off straight away, getting on like a house on fire. You found out you lived in the same village, although you went to different 6th forms. As you kept talking, you found you had the same university down as first choice, and you both started that September. You agreed to meet up over the next few weeks, as a break to your A-Levels. It started small at first. No mansion in them days. No, when you met, you used to get some custard from the local supermarket to use.
“One minute remaining.”
You take a deep breath to try and calm your nerves. You remember the day you found out that your boys were rich. You never knew Peter had grown up in the mansion you’re now living in. You knew both Eddie and Pete were smart, and they had a business running, but you never knew the extent of it. It turned out that Peter’s grandfather had set up the business, and when he had passed away, he had left everything to Peter. Peter was now an instant billionaire, not that you or Emma were after his money. By now, you were serious about Eddie, while Emma was going strong with Peter. They had been making plans to move down south so they could be with you during uni. With the new money, they bought a house for the four of you to live in while you and Emma attended uni. They also arranged for gunge tanks for you and Emma to use. Ok, so you stole ideas off the internet, but you have some original tanks in this room.
“Thirty seconds remaining.”
That pulled you back to the present. You know there’s not long until you get gunged again in one of your favourite tanks. You prefer this tank naked, like the original version off that story where you discovered the tank. Ok, so you never told the guy who wrote that story that you had created his tank for real, although he knows now. Of course, most of the tanks in here were created for just you and Emma.
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The moment seems to stretch on, but you soon hear the familiar gurgling noise as gallon upon gallon of gunge falls. It smacks heavily into the back of your hair, quickly making an umbrella down your back, and with all the weight making you duck forward. You feel the splash of the gunge over your shoulders, where you can see the mixture of the blue and green slime splattering over your lap. You turn your eyes upwards to see Emma in a red and yellow mix, but your view is soon obstructed as the slime coating the top of your head makes its way forward to start pouring down in front of your face. The slime flowing over your shoulders slowly begins to cover the top of your tits, something that feels divine to you. You’re aware of the sloppy goo sliding down towards your backside and it makes you jump when you finally sense the slop hitting your sensitive spot. Of course you jump back into the column of gunge, meaning you suddenly get a bluey-green gunge fall straight in front of you. It doesn’t last long though, since the mid gunge break is quickly upon you.
In the few seconds, you take stock of your situation. Like normal, the front of the tank is covered in the gunge now all over you. Your feet are submerged in the pool that is building, which hasn’t quite reached over your inflatable yet. Your hair is absolutely saturated in the blue and green gunge, although at least you feel there’s nothing left from the previous gunging. Your shoulders and back are also soaked in the gunge, although your stomach and breasts are fairly covered. You find that there’s a pool gathered around your bum, which makes you giggle at the feel, although your thighs have little splash. Your face is also really clean, not that it’s about to stay that way.
You lean back into the plastic in anticipation for the next wave. You tilt your head upwards just in time to hear the gurgling start up again. The blue and green fluid comes straight at you, going splat right on your forehead, spreading out while you take a faceful. It flows down your front, completely coating your stomach and breasts, before forming a puddle in between your legs. You start rubbing the gunge into places as the level of the pool starts rising above your knees. Your hands roam your body, playing with the slime as it continues to fall upon you. You run them through your hair, which is so full of slime you may end up with a new hair colour (then again, you usually can get the stuff out), but it feels heavenly. You squeeze your hands over your tits, having fun with the way the gunge moves over the orbs, and through the gaps. The gunge has by now filled up the tank to your waist height, filling you up so much. Eddie is easily better, but you sure find this to be close. The gunge level keeps rising, but soon slows down after it passes your breasts.
The end of the slime gives you a chance to breathe again. You bask in the sensual feeling this tank always manages to give you. It never seems to grow old, never seems repetitive, always pushing all the right buttons. There’s not a part of you that isn’t covered in gunge at this moment, and you couldn’t be happier. You kind of wish you could just stay in this tank, wrapped in the warm gunge, but then you know that there are other joys to be had of this day yet. Besides, the gunge has already started to drain away, so you get yourself ready for the next thrill of the day.
Once all the gunge has gone, you lift the door in front of you open. You climb out to see Emma emerging from her chamber as well. She’s also been gunged from head to toe completely and utterly. The red and yellow gunge has mixed into a lovely orange colour, which covers Emma so well it looks like she is an orange alien. She looks at you and says, “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.”
You head over to the random tank, which is basically a gunge tank with a computer that randomly chooses who goes in. You set the automatic program into motion, and then take your seat opposite Emma. The tank is timed to go off after a minute, so it’s not too long a wait for you. You remember the last time you waited for a random gunging, at least that you weren’t in control. You had tricked Jenny in this very room, so had agreed when she came up with the revenge idea. You and Emma spent your Saturday on the back of a truck, inside a gunge tank each, travelling around the city. Emma hadn’t been happy since it meant she missed the local derby, although her side did win. In the end, you were the one you got gunged that day. You did raise over £1000 for charity, and managed to get Sarah, the manager of the local ASDA, in the other tank. Plus you and Emma looked hot in them bikinis, if you were to say so yourself.
All of a sudden, a siren blares, and you brace yourself. After a moment, you realise you aren’t the one moving. Emma comes towards you, stopping right under the gunge tank, which almost immediately starts pouring its contents of white slime over its victim Emma (you’re not quite sure who the unlucky one really is). Compared to your last gunge tank visit, this is a really tame tank. The white slime is translucent, spreading over Emma quickly, and doesn’t last long enough for either you or Emma to enjoy it. Still, the tank served its purpose, you’re next two tanks planned out.
You stand up and approach Emma in the tank. You offer her a hand, lifting her to her feet.
“Right then, I’m going to climb aboard the gunk dunk.”
You walk off, heading for your next gunging. You reminisce about the time you were in the guild, and Eddie had arranged for this tank to be used for the night’s entertainment. You were the one chosen to go in the tank, your first public gunging. You’ve never done a dunk naked before, so this will be something new. Then again, you’ve never been afraid to try new things when it comes to gunge. Neither of you had a gunging with anything like shit before, but in a way, you’ve both broken that today, although you can’t wait to try out the giantess for yourself.
Once you reach the tank, you climb up upon the seat and dangle your bare legs over the green gunge. The gunge is of a good depth, and you can already feel the tingling sensation just imagining the gunge surrounding your unclothed body. You watch Emma approach the levers to work the tank, before looking around the room. You can see many of the tanks set up ready to go, including the NHP carwash, which you now think you’ll leave for Sophie. You can also see the end of the Grand Tour, one which you and Emma will definitely have to use, seeing as it hasn’t been yet. You can see the giantess towering above the whole room, and to your right is Emma’s next venture.
“Now Kelly, do you wish for some snot?”
“Yes please.”
Emma pulls the green lever, and you brace yourself. You can feel the dark green gunge splattering over you, thickly pouring down onto your shoulders. There’s not much, but just enough to stretch your imagination.
“Okay Kelly, how about some Custard?”
“Bring it on.”
She pulls the yellow lever, and the yellow gunge is emptied over you. You gasp, since you weren’t expecting the stuff to be cold, but you shake that off with a nervous laugh. It does give you an idea for a future tank though.
“And next, we have some Really Awful Waste. And it’s all yours Kelly.”
After she pulls the blue lever, you let the blue gunge splash across your absolutely gunged body. It passes over, topping off your head in blue.
“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.”
Emma pulled the golden lever. Thick yellow gunge falls first, landing on your knees. It continues to fall as the seat shoves you forward and downwards towards the gunge pool. The gunge splatters across your back as the green gunge surface comes up to your face. You go under face first like normal only this time you don’t go completely under since you have no clothes to weigh you down. The result of this is your ass is left hanging in the air for a few moments, which happens to also be the moment more slime is poured down, hitting the exposed target. You lift yourself upwards so you can breathe, letting the excess gunge fall away from you, although your backside does fall into the pool of gunge as you right yourself. You duck back into the gunge, which with all the slipping and sliding over your body stirs something within you. You never know what it is about gunge that turns you on so much, whether it’s the inner child, or the release on society, but either way, you don’t care as long as you keep feeling this way.
“Erm, Kelly, my turn.”
Oh yes, Emma needs dunking doesn’t she, and then there’s all those other tanks you got lined up, not to mention the catsuits. You nod to Emma, then swim to the front of the tank, and flip over the tank onto a mat you had had placed there. You land on your lovely ass, but all things considered, it’s a fairly graceful landing. Okay, so you will probably use the ladder system in future, but that was just so cool. The look on Emma’s face is priceless. She stands there, ladder in hand, shocked at what you just did. You’re slightly shocked too. You never expected to pull it off, gymnastics be damned.
“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.”
Emma spluttered for a moment before getting out, “Yes Ma’am.” She dropped the ladder and headed over to the other gunk dunk behind you, wiggling her ass as she walks away from you. You grab the ladder and drag it over to the pool ready for getting Emma out. You then climb up some stairs to get hold of the controls. Turning towards the ramp, you see Emma just clambering upon the seat. Once she is on, you flip a switch, which lowers her down the ramp to the starting position.
“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?”
Emma turns her head down to the light blue slime, then straight into your eye. “Green.”
“Nope, it’s blue. Up you go.” You turn a handle besides you, which lifts Emma’s seat up a third of the ramp, making a cranking noise as she goes. A convincing locking sound grabs your attention back to Emma.
“Next Question: What colour top am I wearing?”
This causes Emma to stare at your boobs for a few moments, coated in the thick green gunge from the dunking you just encounters. Knowing where she’s looking, you create a pouty pose, squeezing your tits together. This makes Emma blush, though she doesn’t turn her head away.
“I guess I’d call that lavender.”
“Emma, I’m naked, I ain’t wearing no top.” You crank Emma 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?”
You laugh gently at that. “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. Anyway, wrong answer, so to the top young lady.”
You turn the handle all the way, cranking Emma right to the top of the ramp. You feel kind of jealous of Emma as the siren rings out, now sat with the best view of the room that you two created together. She’s quite close to the ceiling, although there’s enough room up there that you might consider building an extra gunge tank for the complete system. Still, time to dunk her.
“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.” With that, you pull the lever beside you.
A jet of gas is releases for dramatic effect, before Emma’s chair bursts into action. The chair rolls along with gravity, gathering speed as it goes. You admit to yourself that it looks strange seeing Emma coming down the ramp naked, already completely coated in gunge, when you are so used to everyone being clothed and clean on this gunge tank. The moment she gets close to the tank, travelling at quite a fast pace, the overhead tank releases some purple gunge, which lands just before Emma gets dunked, so like you had the yellow gunge, Emma flies through the purple gunge as soon as the seat launches her into the air. Emma is quite petite, and the tank is very big, but that doesn’t seem to faze her. Mid-air, she pulls her arms in to dive straight into the deep blue gunge. She goes completely under, and when she surfaces, it appears that she is swimming. The blue gunge has a better effect on her than the green dunking did on you, although you couldn’t really say what it looked like to Emma. More purple slime splashes down, though this just causes Emma to splutter slightly. You see her rise slightly out of the gunge, though all this means is her head is floating above the slime. You realise after a moment that this tank is so deep, Emma can barely stay above the surface. Then again, there are a number of tanks that are like that, including the Industrial Zone tank.
“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 lift the ladder system into the tank, allowing Emma to climb out safely. Once out, you lead her back to the wardrobe to the two catsuits you set aside earlier. Emma gasps upon seeing then, before breaking out into a wide grin.
“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.”
You grab the navy catsuit off the rail, and stick your foot inside one of the legs to the plastic clothing. The slime acts as a lubricant, so your leg slides in easily, and you get your other leg in as well before zipping them up. You slot your arms into the suit, then turn to Emma, who is at the same stage as you. Without asking her, she comes round your back, and zips your catsuit right up to the back of your neck. The plastic latex that fits tightly to your skin feels kind of unusual at first, especially since you’ve never worn one having already been in 3 complete gungings. However it causes you to feel kinky, and knowing that there’s a couple more gunge tanks in which to try out the plastic makes you excited. You return the favour for Emma, zipping up her catsuit. When she stands back a bit, it reminds you of that old Britney Spears video, except Emma is coated in all sorts of gunge.
Seeing that you both are ready, you make your mind up for the next tank. “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 walk back into the room of gunge tanks, ready for your next set of gungings. All that is showing now is your hands, feet and head. It feels kind of out of the ordinary, seeing as you both were baring all just a moment ago. Still, as you approach the next gunge tank for you, doing unusual things with gunge is not that unusual for you or Emma and being naked seems to be the norm. Ok, so you do tend to stick to safe old TV gunge, but you do branch out sometimes, like the tank you were in earlier. You reach the car wash tank, and take a seat in the throne like chair, facing Emma.
You watch her approach the wheel which starts the tank, and let out an excited squeal. Emma turns the wheel, and you shudder as the chair turns you into the tank. The brushes are rotating fairly fast, and the chair slowly takes you into the bristles. Water is sprayed at you while the washers make your hair fly in all sorts of directions. However it does clean the gunge off your face, even if the stuff inside your catsuit is still giving you uncontrollable urges. You clear the brushes after a few seconds, and for the moment, your head is clean, if a little wild. Not that it’ll stay that way though.
You are given about a second to catch your breath before blue gunge falls down onto you, enveloping you in the gunge. It manages to matt your hair back down but also covers your whole face. You flip your hair back, before allowing more gunge to run down your face. None of the gunge seeps through the catsuit, but hearing the pitter-patter of the gunge splashing on the catsuit sends a shiver up your spine. After a few seconds of the torrent, the chair moves forwards slightly, leaving the tank dripping behind. However that doesn’t concern you much as another tank of gunge is unleashed upon you, this time a two tone green and yellow. The gunge is really runny, so splashes all around you, but it also means some manages to creep into a gap at the back of your neck, making you arch your back. There’s not as much gunge in these tanks as some of the gunge tanks in the room, but you still enjoy the tank, especially since it feels like a piece of history. The gunge tank turns off, and your chair moves a bit further forward. Red and white sludge is poured onto you, which is much thicker than the previous two gungings. You can feel the weight of the gunge as it slides over your nose. It makes you giggle that the stream is broken just by you moving your head forward. It comes at you, and your head is completely coated in gunge again, and the catsuit is now also covered in goo, which as you run your hands over yourself feels slippy and slimy.
The chair now moves forward again. You expect it to move out of the tank and turn for the grand unveiling. However when the chair rolls out of the protective walls, the chair simply collapses through the floor, taking you with it. Unexpectedly, you find yourself falling through the air, flinging around. You smash into the bright green slime, landing on your back, but it doesn’t matter much as the return wave of thick green gunge encases you totally in the gunge. You lift your head up so you can breathe, but then start laughing. You can’t believe you forgot about the collapsing chair, but then the surprise of it made it all the better. The catsuit didn’t stop you getting completely gunged from head to toe here. You can vaguely hear Emma laughing above you, so you wade your way over to the ladder, and clamber out. After pulling yourself out of the hatch, you lay on the floor for a few moments before regaining your composure.
“Well, I don’t envy Sophie having to fish that chair from out of there.”
This sends Emma into hysterics, and it takes a few seconds before she calms down a bit. In response, you grab her, carrying her over to the tank for her, and stick her inside. She doesn’t protest to this, and once you back away, she looks at you expectantly. You shut the door on her, then head to the controls. Looking back at the tank, Emma is sat with her eyes shut, and fists clenched in anticipation. Judging by this, you would think that it was the first time she was being gunged, not after all the times all day. You pull the lever to start up the tank.
The foam started bubbling up from the bottom, so you don’t notice much at first. However the foam quickly rises up past Emma’s knees, at which point more foam, which is brightly coloured blue, is poured in from either side. While some lands on Emma’s shoulders, most just falls straight into the rising stuff. The foam level keeps rising past Emma’s waist, when swirling green foam starts pouring in from above. Emma giggles fairly loudly as she plays with the rising stuff, blowing some out of her hand. The level of foam keeps rising, and just as it passes Emma’s shoulders, pink slime pours out from top, smacking away the foam and coating Emma in another layer of gunge. Emma ducks her head into the foam as the pink goo falls, reminding you of an old video you’d once seen. When the slime cuts out, you see Emma is covered in the gunge, but you also can tell that some of the foam at the bottom of the tank has compressed into gunge, although no more foam is being added to the tank.
Emma squidges around in the foam for a while before the gunge is drained out. Once the liquid gunge is gone, and Emma is left with just foam, you move forward and open up the tank to get her out. She launches herself at you, hugging you tightly. You hug her back, rubbing your arms over her, which is made easier by all the gunge and foam. It feels good to be so close to your best friend, even if there’s a little niggling feeling that it could be construed wrongly. When you part however, Emma says, “I’m sorry, but the catsuit just ain’t working, it’s too restrictive. Can we please ditch them?”
The catsuits feel really sexy, and you’d love to get gunged in them sometime again in the future. However you decide to go with Emma, saying, “Sure.” You both help each out of the catsuits, leaving you naked yet again. Seeing that you’re now ready, you look into Emma’s eyes and say, “One last gunge tank, and this one’s for both of us.”
You walk with your arms on each other’s shoulders towards the GYOB gunk dunk tanks. It seems kind of strange seeing the seat still pointing downwards, reminding you of Emma’s dunk earlier as you climb the staircase leading up the tank. Your destination lays to left, where a waltzer was waiting for you. You let Emma climb in first, then scramble in after her. You had doors added for this waltzer, so you shut them tightly, before Emma pushes the button in the middle of the wheel in the centre. You snuggle up to Emma as the waltzer turns in the direction you are set to travel. Once around, you see yourself staring at a massive vat, and it slowly tipping towards you. You and Emma make an ooh sound, building up until the vat finally tips its contents onto you. Galleon upon galleon of ice cold water washes you and Emma very much clean of all the previous gungings. You are in a state of shock, as the wave of water soaked your face and hair, washing away slime from before. You are still shaking your head clear as the waltzer moves forward. It twists as it continues, stopping just after passing the tipped vat, and you look up to see a giant fan. You find yourself pinned back to the waltzer seat as the warm air blasts you. Your hair flies in all directions behind you, but at least you are now somewhat drier and cleaner than you have felt since you first entered the smellatron.
You hear Emma shake her lips about, which sets you off laughing. The air turns off, and for a moment, you sit in sheer bliss with your best friend, ready for the tour of the gunge room. The waltzer continues on its journey, facing the right direction. Some cream splats over both of you from your right, but it mainly hits Emma who’s on that side. You come to the corner of the room, and you wonder whether it’ll take you up or down. You soon find out as you see the ceiling getting closer. Looking up, you can see a nozzle aimed at the waltzer. As you get closer, it sprays thin yellow slime at the two of you in the waltzer. Emma squeals, grabs around your waist and snuggles into your chest. You on the other hand stare upwards, taking a faceful of the gunge, while also wrapping a comforting arm around Emma. The ride hits the track again, and you continue along. You look to your left to see that you are at the top of the room. Looking down, you can see some tanks that have not been put to use, although you know Sophie will make full use of them. You can also see the sun out of the ceiling windows, though it isn’t shining right in your eyes. The ride jerks, followed swiftly by blue gunge spraying out over you and Emma. It’s thicker than before, but still thin enough to just flow straight over your smooth skin.
The waltzer car continues round the corner to see that you approaching the back of the giantess. Seeing the back of it for the first time, you really have to hand it to the designers. Although the animation of the model makes it obvious that the giantess is artificial, the texture and look of her would confuse you. You are concentrating on the giantess, and only notice the grey gunge tank when you and Emma are being splattered by the stuff. You yelp at the surprise, looking at Emma deviously as she laughs at your reaction. You grab her, and start playing around with the gunge in her hair. You are both laughing as the ride continues round the corner, then down a ramp. Once at the bottom of the ramp, the car does a 180 as you are lowered to the ground floor. The car bumps at the bottom, making Emma squeak loudly, before she starts looking at you in a strange way. Red gunge rains down on you as she continues to stare at you.
Suddenly Emma smacks her lips on yours, kissing you strongly. You are taken aback for a moment, but you soon wrap your arms right round her neck. You let of all care go for the instant, not caring when gunge is poured over you both, or how close your bodies are. You break apart after a while, and you take a second to think over what just happened. On the one hand, you do find Emma sexy, and have always wanted to do that yourself. Then again, you wonder what it must look like to those watching, two married women in their birthday suits making out with each other with that much passion. You would never deny yourself to be in love with Eddie, even if you have a special bond with Emma. Mind you, Both Eddie and Peter have admitted to you that they would find it hot if you made out with each other, just as long as you didn’t expect the same from them.
You shake your head from your reverie to find Emma staring ahead out of the waltzer car, and when you look, you see why. Sophie was stood with her hand over the controls, with a wry smile on her face. You turn around to see you’ve just emerged out of the final gunging of the tour gunging.
“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?”
Emma looks kind of ashamed, and you can tell she is also wondering the same thing. You speak up. “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.”
Emma looks at you with pride, and almost like she’s going to kiss you again, not that you’d mind. You wouldn’t deny Eddie is better for you, but there’s enough love to go round. Sophie also looks satisfied with your answer. “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 in front of you before walking away, back to the spotting room no doubt.
The waltzer car moves back into a massive opening. You manoeuvre Emma to sit on your lap, wrapping your arms around her, cupping her breasts. She leans on your shoulder, like the way you have leaned on Eddie many a time, then says, “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,” as the waltzer click beneath you, “Thank you.”
Loads of green slime rains down upon you and Emma, with the epicentre of the flow being just between the two of you. You remember that the only tank that gunges from the top (i.e. not a dunk tank) with more gunge than this one is the Industrial Zone tanks. You continue to get splattered as Emma reached back to you to snuggle in your neck. The gunge coats you both evenly, getting the usual head to toe coverage you’re accustomed to. You can even feel the gunge slipping through your fingers between Emma’s tits.
After a while, the gunge tank turns off, having filled up the waltzer up to the seat level, while Emma as twisted back round to give you a second round. You remember discussing with Eddie the breakdown of the relationships in the house, which was when he told you that if you wanted, you and Emma were ok for him and Peter, as long as they got to watch, which I’m sure they will when they find the video saved. Emma holds off for a moment, for you to talk.
“You know we tell the boys when they call tonight, right?”
“Sure, but for now, let’s enjoy this gunge.”