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"Secret Gunge Fantasies?"
Love you, too
As someone who has worked with gunge for almost a decade, but is not an actual wammer, I'm interested to hear some of your secret gunge fantasies, either involving you or someone else.
The niche's, the oddities and the slightly off the wall gunge requests are always the most interesting to read, even if they can't always be fulfilled!
Do you dare to share?
The niche's, the oddities and the slightly off the wall gunge requests are always the most interesting to read, even if they can't always be fulfilled!
Do you dare to share?
Presenter of Messyworld.net's 'The Plunga!'
I'd love to have a session with a woman who wants to give and receive. Different colored pies and different colored slime! 
Well, to quote myself from Candy's big survey thread at the beginning of the year:
And now I shall describe a fourth, one that doesn't require magic but would require some very unlikely combinations of personalities and more money than I'm likely to see in my lifetime:
Picture a cross between a dunk tank and a paddling pool, something akin to Get Your Own Back in its golden years, but even deeper, and of course full of thick (but not lumpy) gunge.
Perched above it are two underdressed (heck, it's already an unrealistic fantasy, let's go for broke and say "naked" instead) contestants, who are decidedly unenthusiastic about the idea of getting covered from head to toe in gunge, but are willing to take the risk for the possibility of the prize money.
They play some kind of game against one another and the disbelieving loser is given a countdown before being pitched in, whereupon their shrieks of horror turn to squeals of delight as they discover that it actually feels really nice, all over but especially on some very sensitive areas.
Then the winner's grin of triumph vanishes as they are informed that, no, we never actually said the prize money was instead of being gunged, and with a second countdown they too end up discovering how great it feels.
Manual stimulation follows these discoveries. Perhaps of themselves; perhaps of each other; perhaps they invite me in. (And, really, why wouldn't my quizmaster's chair be rigged to throw me in as well should they so request it?)
I don't dare imagine much further than that, because I become unable to maintain my suspension of disbelief.
I'm going to describe three. There's my fantastical fantasy, my theoretical fantasy, and my mundane fantasy.
My fantastical fantasy, the one that will never become true because it requires magic to be real, is living slime, that moves on its own and communicates and, for reasons that are never adequately explained by the narrator, wants to give me pleasure.
My theoretical fantasy, the one that might come true if I ever drag my brain out of its depression hole and learn to like people and allow myself to believe that someone expressing anything other than hatred towards me is lying for nefarious purposes, would be messy sex with someone with whom I share a mutual attraction.
My mundane fantasy, the one that I'm actively working towards, is to have enough spare time and money to get my boiler fixed so I can have hot showers again and WAM with custard once more (I've been "dry" for about half a year).
My fantastical fantasy, the one that will never become true because it requires magic to be real, is living slime, that moves on its own and communicates and, for reasons that are never adequately explained by the narrator, wants to give me pleasure.
My theoretical fantasy, the one that might come true if I ever drag my brain out of its depression hole and learn to like people and allow myself to believe that someone expressing anything other than hatred towards me is lying for nefarious purposes, would be messy sex with someone with whom I share a mutual attraction.
My mundane fantasy, the one that I'm actively working towards, is to have enough spare time and money to get my boiler fixed so I can have hot showers again and WAM with custard once more (I've been "dry" for about half a year).
And now I shall describe a fourth, one that doesn't require magic but would require some very unlikely combinations of personalities and more money than I'm likely to see in my lifetime:
Picture a cross between a dunk tank and a paddling pool, something akin to Get Your Own Back in its golden years, but even deeper, and of course full of thick (but not lumpy) gunge.
Perched above it are two underdressed (heck, it's already an unrealistic fantasy, let's go for broke and say "naked" instead) contestants, who are decidedly unenthusiastic about the idea of getting covered from head to toe in gunge, but are willing to take the risk for the possibility of the prize money.
They play some kind of game against one another and the disbelieving loser is given a countdown before being pitched in, whereupon their shrieks of horror turn to squeals of delight as they discover that it actually feels really nice, all over but especially on some very sensitive areas.
Then the winner's grin of triumph vanishes as they are informed that, no, we never actually said the prize money was instead of being gunged, and with a second countdown they too end up discovering how great it feels.
Manual stimulation follows these discoveries. Perhaps of themselves; perhaps of each other; perhaps they invite me in. (And, really, why wouldn't my quizmaster's chair be rigged to throw me in as well should they so request it?)
I don't dare imagine much further than that, because I become unable to maintain my suspension of disbelief.
Babane said: Mine is to get completely destroyed with slime/pies and more by a cute woman 
Mine is easy haha
Mine is easy haha Simple but honest, I like it!
Presenter of Messyworld.net's 'The Plunga!'
Gungemeister said: Do you enjoy gunging people Michaela? It must be great fun dumping gunge all over people.
Yes Gungemeister. I much prefer to gunge other people than be gunged myself if I'm being brutally honest !
Although you wouldn't think that lately... 
Presenter of Messyworld.net's 'The Plunga!'
AMWorigins said: I'd love to have a session with a woman who wants to give and receive. Different colored pies and different colored slime!
Sounds pretty cool!
Presenter of Messyworld.net's 'The Plunga!'
Houghten said: I'm going to describe three. There's my fantastical fantasy, my theoretical fantasy, and my mundane fantasy.
My fantastical fantasy, the one that will never become true because it requires magic to be real, is living slime, that moves on its own and communicates and, for reasons that are never adequately explained by the narrator, wants to give me pleasure.
My fantastical fantasy, the one that will never become true because it requires magic to be real, is living slime, that moves on its own and communicates and, for reasons that are never adequately explained by the narrator, wants to give me pleasure.
One day that may be possible with AI
Picture a cross between a dunk tank and a paddling pool, something akin to Get Your Own Back in its golden years, but even deeper, and of course full of thick (but not lumpy) gunge.
Perched above it are two underdressed (heck, it's already an unrealistic fantasy, let's go for broke and say "naked" instead) contestants, who are decidedly unenthusiastic about the idea of getting covered from head to toe in gunge, but are willing to take the risk for the possibility of the prize money.
They play some kind of game against one another and the disbelieving loser is given a countdown before being pitched in, whereupon their shrieks of horror turn to squeals of delight as they discover that it actually feels really nice, all over but especially on some very sensitive areas.
Then the winner's grin of triumph vanishes as they are informed that, no, we never actually said the prize money was instead of being gunged, and with a second countdown they too end up discovering how great it feels.
Manual stimulation follows these discoveries. Perhaps of themselves; perhaps of each other; perhaps they invite me in. (And, really, why wouldn't my quizmaster's chair be rigged to throw me in as well should they so request it?)
I don't dare imagine much further than that, because I become unable to maintain my suspension of disbelief.
Can I pull the quizmasters lever
Presenter of Messyworld.net's 'The Plunga!'
TimW2009 said: Mine is to be trashed in your car wash.
Any chance of it coming true?
Any chance of it coming true?
Hah, I do hope so, more fun for me lol.
Ask Messyworld, contrary to popular beliefs, I'm not the actual owner of it, just the presenter
Presenter of Messyworld.net's 'The Plunga!'
Houghten said: Well, to quote myself from Candy's big survey thread at the beginning of the year:
And now I shall describe a fourth, one that doesn't require magic but would require some very unlikely combinations of personalities and more money than I'm likely to see in my lifetime:
Picture a cross between a dunk tank and a paddling pool, something akin to Get Your Own Back in its golden years, but even deeper, and of course full of thick (but not lumpy) gunge.
Perched above it are two underdressed (heck, it's already an unrealistic fantasy, let's go for broke and say "naked" instead) contestants, who are decidedly unenthusiastic about the idea of getting covered from head to toe in gunge, but are willing to take the risk for the possibility of the prize money.
They play some kind of game against one another and the disbelieving loser is given a countdown before being pitched in, whereupon their shrieks of horror turn to squeals of delight as they discover that it actually feels really nice, all over but especially on some very sensitive areas.
Then the winner's grin of triumph vanishes as they are informed that, no, we never actually said the prize money was instead of being gunged, and with a second countdown they too end up discovering how great it feels.
Manual stimulation follows these discoveries. Perhaps of themselves; perhaps of each other; perhaps they invite me in. (And, really, why wouldn't my quizmaster's chair be rigged to throw me in as well should they so request it?)
I don't dare imagine much further than that, because I become unable to maintain my suspension of disbelief.
I'm going to describe three. There's my fantastical fantasy, my theoretical fantasy, and my mundane fantasy.
My fantastical fantasy, the one that will never become true because it requires magic to be real, is living slime, that moves on its own and communicates and, for reasons that are never adequately explained by the narrator, wants to give me pleasure.
My theoretical fantasy, the one that might come true if I ever drag my brain out of its depression hole and learn to like people and allow myself to believe that someone expressing anything other than hatred towards me is lying for nefarious purposes, would be messy sex with someone with whom I share a mutual attraction.
My mundane fantasy, the one that I'm actively working towards, is to have enough spare time and money to get my boiler fixed so I can have hot showers again and WAM with custard once more (I've been "dry" for about half a year).
My fantastical fantasy, the one that will never become true because it requires magic to be real, is living slime, that moves on its own and communicates and, for reasons that are never adequately explained by the narrator, wants to give me pleasure.
My theoretical fantasy, the one that might come true if I ever drag my brain out of its depression hole and learn to like people and allow myself to believe that someone expressing anything other than hatred towards me is lying for nefarious purposes, would be messy sex with someone with whom I share a mutual attraction.
My mundane fantasy, the one that I'm actively working towards, is to have enough spare time and money to get my boiler fixed so I can have hot showers again and WAM with custard once more (I've been "dry" for about half a year).
And now I shall describe a fourth, one that doesn't require magic but would require some very unlikely combinations of personalities and more money than I'm likely to see in my lifetime:
Picture a cross between a dunk tank and a paddling pool, something akin to Get Your Own Back in its golden years, but even deeper, and of course full of thick (but not lumpy) gunge.
Perched above it are two underdressed (heck, it's already an unrealistic fantasy, let's go for broke and say "naked" instead) contestants, who are decidedly unenthusiastic about the idea of getting covered from head to toe in gunge, but are willing to take the risk for the possibility of the prize money.
They play some kind of game against one another and the disbelieving loser is given a countdown before being pitched in, whereupon their shrieks of horror turn to squeals of delight as they discover that it actually feels really nice, all over but especially on some very sensitive areas.
Then the winner's grin of triumph vanishes as they are informed that, no, we never actually said the prize money was instead of being gunged, and with a second countdown they too end up discovering how great it feels.
Manual stimulation follows these discoveries. Perhaps of themselves; perhaps of each other; perhaps they invite me in. (And, really, why wouldn't my quizmaster's chair be rigged to throw me in as well should they so request it?)
I don't dare imagine much further than that, because I become unable to maintain my suspension of disbelief.
We did fill an 15' above ground pool with black gunge a few years back, there wasn't a dunk mechanism as such but they had this kind of hoist thing that lowered then raised an actor out of the gunge. Looked great fun !
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Mines not that much of a complicated one, that been lulled in to a false sense of security, after a night out with two or more gorgeous women that ends up with them ganging up on me and trashing me in my best suit. Tied to a lamppost or to a chair in a hotel room but you can get the gist of it.
MichaelaAnderson said:
One day that may be possible with AI
One day that may be possible with AI
Eh, I think that's still far enough away for me to file it under "magic" for the rest of my natural lifespan.
MichaelaAnderson said:
Can I pull the quizmasters lever
Can I pull the quizmasters lever
Heck, if I ever somehow arrange this you can pull all three.
GungeTankBabes said:
We did fill an 15' above ground pool with black gunge a few years back, there wasn't a dunk mechanism as such but they had this kind of hoist thing that lowered then raised an actor out of the gunge. Looked great fun !
We did fill an 15' above ground pool with black gunge a few years back, there wasn't a dunk mechanism as such but they had this kind of hoist thing that lowered then raised an actor out of the gunge. Looked great fun !
That's a lot, all right! What were they acting? Sci-fi? Horror?
I've actually fulfilled mine. It was to talk my normally prom and proper, cute little wife, who normally hates just the thought of a bit of dirt, into letting me pour a 'bit' of Gunge over her. Only for her to find out too late that I was actually going to utterly destroy her mwhahaha
WAM and PVC rainsuits with rain boots and rubber gloves. Not everyone's cup of tea, but it combines two fetishes of mine. I could replace the rainsuit with a full latex bodysuit.
Honestly, I enjoy seeing people enjoy it, sexually or otherwise.
I want to experience every Messyworld device.
gordonb75 said: Mine is a simple one - whilst wearing a Levis jacket and tight Levis jeans have my hands tied to a frame above my head and then gunged, slimed and pied until I'm a slimy mess and you can't see what clothing I'm wearing! In public would be even better!!!
Anyone willing to oblige???
Anyone willing to oblige???
Sounds scary!
Presenter of Messyworld.net's 'The Plunga!'
windbreak said: Well Michaela, i would love to see a women or women wearing a rain/waterproof jacket with shorts getting completely slimed/gunged/pied.
I could do that!
Presenter of Messyworld.net's 'The Plunga!'
mikey25 said: been lulled in to a false sense of security,
Have you met my producers at all?
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Freddyblatt said: I've actually fulfilled mine. It was to talk my normally prom and proper, cute little wife, who normally hates just the thought of a bit of dirt, into letting me pour a 'bit' of Gunge over her. Only for her to find out too late that I was actually going to utterly destroy her mwhahaha
She's dedicated
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the_snowman said: I want to experience every Messyworld device.
Any chance I could press the buttons?
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I'm sure most folks who've been around the block for a bit know my desire for a recreation of the River of Slime scene from Ghostbusters 2 with three female ghostbusters who end up soaked in horny slime and have a desperate makeout/sexy fun times session as a result. Though I would be willing to recreate with myself in the middle of it . I've had a few customs that came close to realizing this, but nowhere near the production value a Hollywood or even a major fetish model/actress studio would be able to provide. Between costuming, copious amounts of gunge/slime for recreating the river, and a tricky way of popping out of a manhole, definitely a pipe dream...but hopefully next year I can fund something to that scale! Any takers?
. I've had a few customs that came close to realizing this, but nowhere near the production value a Hollywood or even a major fetish model/actress studio would be able to provide. Between costuming, copious amounts of gunge/slime for recreating the river, and a tricky way of popping out of a manhole, definitely a pipe dream...but hopefully next year I can fund something to that scale! Any takers? MichaelaAnderson said:
Any chance I could press the buttons?
the_snowman said: I want to experience every Messyworld device.
Any chance I could press the buttons?
Absolutely! I'll even dress up in an outfit of your choosing.
MichaelaAnderson said:
Any chance I could press the buttons?
the_snowman said: I want to experience every Messyworld device.
Any chance I could press the buttons?
Seconded - i would love to be completely trashed by all of your wonderful machines! And of course you could press the buttons!!!
Another dream would be to have a massive pool of slime with a slide that i could be pushed down headfirst and completely submerged in thick gooey slime that would just get everywhere!
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