Emily walked into the restaurant, lovely red dress on exposing just the right amount of cleavage. She had received a surprising amount of attention since her humiliating television debut a few months ago. Most noticeably she had had numerous men (and a few women) reach out complimenting her on her looks while getting covered in mess, with some unashamed to admit they were also very intrigued by her daughter Heather. Her date tonight had been one such person

Normally she just turned the advances down as she was genuinely humiliated by the experience, but this date had mentioned that while he had watched the episode, he was not interested in the mess so much as her so Emily agreed. It had been a minute since she had been on a date, and this man seemed nice enough.

She had trimmed her hair since then, still a chestnut brown but more shoulder length bob cut. Her lipstick was bright red to match her dress. The dress itself was almost a ballgown, with a fair amount of layers but still leaving some amount for her cleavage, tight around her waist leaving little to the imagination regarding her ass and just covering the shoulders, armless. As she lifted it up ever so slightly to sit down she felt like an older Disney princess.

Her date Robert hadn't arrived to the restaurant yet, so she just sat and ordered a glass of wine at her table. The drink came, and she calmly sipped it patiently waiting. A waitress came by asking her order but she let her know she was waiting on someone and would hold off on ordering.

"Um, but ma'am, this was a table for one..." the waitress let her know sheepishly.

"What do you mean?" Emily asked, feeling embarrassed.

"I mean, we were told to set you up a table for one."

"Who told you to do this?!" Emily asked, both embarrassed and nervous.

"Well, she did..."

The waitress pointed towards the bar, and there was her daughter in a silver cocktail dress, red hair long down her back mischievously smiling at her.

"In fact, she said you would be something like entertainment."

Her heart sank. She wasn't sure what was going to happen, but she was sure she wanted no part of it

"I have to go," she said quickly, getting up.

"Oh no ma'am, please have a seat," said a dark haired, middle aged woman behind her. She was shorter, with vaguely Italian features, very curvy, in a turquoise blue dress leaving little to any young man's imagination.

"Here, dessert's on us..." She said, placing a large giant creamy cake onto her seat. She forced Emily to sit back in her pristine red dress into the cake behind her.

Emily shrieked, her voluptuous ass engulfed in cream, ruining her dress. Her daughter shrieked in laughter at the bar.

Emily as almost in tears, and immediately tried to get up but the middle aged woman shoved a thick, white creamy pie in her face forcing her back into the cake an stifling any screams.

"We saw you on TV hun, and thought you had gotten off a little too lightly..."

At this point the whole restaurant was laughing at her, and she just couldn't take it. She thought she could hear the woman behind her say 'plus, you daughter paid us to get revenge."

Emily felt something heavy over her head. Her newly hair done, she had had a bucket of thick red batter upended over her head, in front of everyone. The batter was not only coating her hair, but was slipping down into her gown. Her chestnut brown hair was ruined, and a brand new hair do was finished.

"Oh my god!!" She exclaimed.

The Italian looking woman sandwiched her head in pies, stifling any more screams as the crowd guffawed.

"Here's the main course" she said, opening up her now ruined classy dress and dumping a giant jug of cold beans down the front. Emily was at this point crying, and shrieking both from the cold and humiliation, a grown woman reduced to tears by mess and gunk for a second time in public.

"Oh, here hun, stop crying you big baby. You need to be breast fed bitch??" The Italian looking woman poured cream on her cleavage and shoved Emily's face from the back of her messy head into her ample tits, coating her more in mess.

Emily tried fighting, but she just wasn't strong enough. She was encased in large tits, mess, and with an entire restaurant and her daughter laughing at her hysterically. Her dress was ruined, her make up was ruined, her dress was ruined

She felt cold beans poured down the back of her dress, a further humiliation, her face still in tits. She felt someone lift her dress up and pie her in her matching red thong, but she couldn't see whom.

She wanted revenge, and the busty Italian woman, smiling. let her head free from her ample bosom....