Part 4
I handed Bob the swimming costumes and he looked at me aghast.
"That's right you and Steve are the models for the swimsuit competition," I repeated.
"I can't do this," he replied.
"Yes you can. All you and Steve have to do is stand there. Cathy and Charlotte will do the stuffing." I replied.
"I think it is you who stuffed us," he suggested. And walked off to change.
I had to catch up with the master of ceremonies before changing myself. I just needed to check something with him
"Those bins outside around the corner. Are they food waste bins?" I asked.
"Yes , why?" he replied.
"Can two be brought in and put in front of the stage and how high are they?" I enquired
"Yes, and about 6 foot. The is a trapdoor on the stage they could go under it." He suggested.
"Perfect," I said and went for my shower coming back to see Steve and Bob get up on the stage and whoops from the guests as they removed their robes. Cathy and Charlotte started by pouring a jug of mushy peas in the cleavage of the swimsuit and some of flowed down to the bottom. The boys could feel the downward movement inside the sits A jug of mushy peas was then poured down the back. more peas were poured down the front and the bulges at the bottom of the swimsuits grew . I wondered if the boys were contributing to the bulge especially as the girls kept rubbing them. The girls turned to a bucket of spaghetti and forced large handfuls into the costumes making them bulge .even more Next they cracked eggs on their heads and rubbed the yolks in to their hair. They each cracked half a dozen eggs slipping them down into the costumes. The eggs slipped their way downwards randomly finding their own way. Peas were poured over their heads and rubbed into their hair. Next it was jugs of custard that were emptied into their costumes. Up until now there had been minimal leakage but the custard started to seep through the costumes and the rubbing the bulges with large hitachi magic wand vibrators, encouraged more to escape. They both did three star jumps and the leakage suddenly floods down their legs. The boys surprised the girls by handcuffing them and blindfolding them and told them to kick off their shoes. The trapdoors were open and the girls were guided to step into the tops of the bins. They slowly sank into the food waste that included. rice, pasta, mash potato, curry etc. The cold clammy waste clung to Cathy's feet and legs as she sunk into it. She tried to lift one of her feet and found it was almost held by suction. She was up to her knees whilst Charlotte was upto her thighs her waste was newer and some of it warm and less compact. As they sunk in the bins the waste also crept upwards displaced by their bodies. The guests cheered this slow magic trick. provided by gravity. Cathy sank down until her head remained out of the food her body feeling encased by a cool and wet memory foam. Charlotte similarly trapped but was trapped in warmer waste. All they could do was stand there with heads exposed as the left-over contents from the swimsuit filling were poured over their heads.
The music re-started. It would soon be the time for the bridal shower but I wanted to allow Bob a quick change and the chance to see it. I stood at the back to avoid being thrust into the festivities as I needed time to think.
"Hi, I didn't realise you wanted the bins for the Bridesmaids." Said the Master of Ceremonies.
"They needed to be taught a lesson and with you acting as their hero later and helping them get out., you will get what I promised." I told him. "It might be an idea to hose them down when come out."
It was time for the bridal shower. The guests had been asked to bring item for the shower and these had been collected in. I stood in the paddling pool now on the stage and removed my robe and handed it to a waiter. I was wearing Hilary's expensive underwear, a matching floral silk camisole and French knickers. Jo came on to take charge. She fastened my wrists to shackles above my head. She dipped her finger in a cream cake and theatrically licked it and then offered me a finger of cream but as I opened my mouth she wiped it across my top lip giving me a moustache. Next she put a line of cream on my fore head and a dab on my chin. and winked at me. She dabbed a line in my cleavage and one on my upper arm and inner thigh She then stood back.

A pie smacked into my face and that ignited an explosion of pieing impacting all around. My thighs, back, breast back of thigh, belly, ass, ,back of head, shoulders, crotch. The pies splatted into me so fast I hardly drew breath. Impacts all around my body all over leaving pies hanging from me. I still couldn't open my eyes and hands were on me. Spreading the cream so it covered my body. Her touch was a delight making me sigh, She cleared my eyes winked at me and stood back. Cold milk rinsed down through my hair flowing down over and inside my silk underwear. Beans poured onto my head, the sauce clung to my skin and the beans ran down my body. Apple sauce then yoghurt was poured over me. Those hands returned rubbing the yoghurt and applesauce into my breasts inside my cami top. Jo then held my nose from behind closing my nostrils and tilting my head back, she poured 3 egg yolks from a jug into my mouth. Then more, making them overflow out of my mouth over my chin . I felt them slide between my breasts over my stomach to my French knickers and I felt fingers rubbing the knickers into me. I wondered if she knew what she had done to me and she poured more egg yolks into my mouth and it again over flowed. This time her fingers pressed the material rubbing it against my lips. I released the rest of the eggs from my mouth over my breasts and she cut away the sodden cami top. She made me lean forward and poured egg yolks over my back. I felt them run down my back some sliding between my buttocks dripping on to my legs. I was so overwhelmed with sensation I hardly realised she had cut my knickers from me and was rubbing yoke against my bare buttocks. Spaghetti hoops hit my head and shoulders, and she massaged them into my hair and over my arms.
Flour dropped over me sticking to everything else. Then I screamed as the cold chocolate ice cream landed on my head and I shivered as it was rubbed from my foot upto the top of my thigh first one leg then the other. I could hear the guests but I felt so horny my body naked in public did not concern me. Mushy peas were next and while they still running over me when my feet were lifted into buckets of warm porridge and a bucket also tipped over my head. Four hands rubbed the sticky porridge over my whole upper body whilst a pair of hands did the same to my legs from each bucket that my feet were in. Chocolate sauce followed, and then treacle, rice pudding custard as my mind was overcome by sensation. I was so horny when I was released, I writhed in the mess in the paddling pool restraining myself from rubbing my itching clit. I stood up and waved to the guests my body covered with sticky mess. Bob beckoned to me, called me over to him at the back of the stage.
"Let's leave them to it," he said taking my hand.
"Where's my robe?" I asked.
"Here, but you are a glorious goddess of mess, a feast for my eyes," he said "and it will probably stick to all that treacle." I walked hand in hand with Bob my bare feet tickled by the grass and we looked up at the clear sky at the stars overhead. It had been a strange day but we had learnt much about each other. We arrived back at the chalet and Bob poured us both glasses of champagne. I heard his phone buzz and he replied.to the text
"How tired are you?" he enquired.
I answered by giving him a long lingering kiss.
"I think everything is ready," he told me.
"What?" I asked him
"We have just had a delivery," he said and opened the door and brought in two buckets full of all sorts of mixed up food stuff. These are from the bridal shower. He opened the door to the second bedroom and I followed him in surprised to see no bed but an inflated paddling pool with remains of the wedding cakes I had played with earlier. He stripped his clothes off and stood in the middle of the pool. He lay down rolled about in the cake and his hand reached out beckoning me to him. I went to him stood over him and put my foot on his chest. He looked up at me and his hand travelled up my leg to my pussy lips. He held me open tenderly then sat up and kissed them. He pulled me on top of him and then put me on my back . He parted my legs and I welcomed his weight as he climbed on top of my messy body and looking in my eyes, he entered me. We both needed this and he fucked me for England as I gave him the ride of his life whilst I smeared him with cake. Our honeymoon had begun.