A MIDWEEK QUICKIE


It was only Wednesday, but already Colin Grey thought he had more than earned his pay for the week. Every task he turned his hand to had proved to hide problems. His stress levels were building fast. There was no way he could last until the weekend before taking steps to release the tension.

Colin's usual stress-buster involved him cross-dressing in female clothing and then getting trashed through one wet or messy scenario or another. Unfortunately there wouldn't be time for that tonight. It took time for him to transform from masculine to feminine and he knew it would be late before he got home. What to do?

It must have been gone half-past seven before Colin parked his car in the cottage he rented outside Bristol. He walked into the house and threw his briefcase onto the sofa. Going into the kitchen he poured a large scotch and took a gulp. Setting the glass on the worktop, he took a funnel from the utensils cupboard and pushed the end into the waistband of his trousers.

Colin worked for a rather old-fashioned employer who expected his staff to maintain a conventional office dress code. Accordingly, Colin's wardrobe contained several lounge suits. Today he happened to be wearing a light grey one. From the larder he took a bottle of cooking oil and poured the contents into the funnel. The sensation as it flowed into his underpants and down the legs of his trousers was immediately calming. A grin crossed his face as he watched the oil seep out of the bottom of his trousers and spread across his shoes.

The front of his trousers darkened as the oil oozed through the fabric. "Good start," Colin thought.

Next he took tomato ketchup and squeezed it down the front of his shirt, making sure to rub it into his tie. Six eggs were swiftly shared between his jacket and trousers pockets, and make a satisfying 'crack' as he smashed them with a blow of his hand. Egg stains added a pleasing new colour to his jacket lapels when he dipped his hand into a pocket and smeared the resulting mess onto the outside of his suit.

A carton of custard poured over his head ensured his jacket was ruined, whilst a large tin of baked beans tipped into the back of his underpants produced a pretty orange stain on the backside of his trousers. This particular stain Colin quickly masked by sitting firmly down onto the remains a chocolate cake he had been saving.

Whilst still sitting in the cake, Colin unlaced his shoes and filled one with mayonnaise and the other with strawberry jam. That was the end of his socks as he forced his feet back into the shoes and watched admiringly as the food spewed out.

"You know, I don't think this suit is going to recover," Colin thought, grinning. "I might as well finish the job properly." Taking a pair of scissors, he proceeded to cut and tear his trouser legs, cut one sleeve out of the jacket, and produce several nice rips down the front. This wasn't easy to achieve as the suit had been well made and was tough to cut. However, his tie and shirt swiftly succumbed to similar treatment and after a few minutes Colin was not only filthy but tattered and torn as well.

His work stresses were well and truly banished, but Colin could feel another pressure building inside. Suddenly he could contain himself no longer and ejaculated vigorously into his underpants.

After sitting recovering in the mess he had created on the floor, Colin slowly got to his feet and stripped off his ruined clothing. Bundling everything into a black rubbish bag, he headed for the shower. "Well that should keep me going to the weekend," he thought, "but I should probably stop off at the charity shop tomorrow to get another couple of dresses for Friday and Saturday!"