Celebrity Get Your Own Back: Lucy Fallon vs Louisa Johnson

The crazy music played signifying the start of the final show in the new series of Get Your Own Back. On the big studio screen, a montage video from the previous shows played, showing contestant after contestant playing messy games and getting pied or slimed; forfeits, with buckets of gunge being poured over the hapless victims; a shot of all the victims, one by one, poised above the gunk dunk; this was then followed by the victim sliding down and being immersed in the thick, smelly vat of slime.

The music ended and Dave B-P, in one of his usual garish shirts came bounding onto the stage, standing in the centre. 'Hello, everybody!' Dave warmly greeted, 'and welcome to the final episode of Get Your Own Back for this series!' The audience made a disappointed 'Ahh' noise. 'But fear not, today is going to be the best and messiest episode ever!' the audience cheered in approval. 'So, let's meet our first player.'

The audience cheered as a tall, blonde lady came jogging out, dressed in a blue GYOB t-shirt and shorts. She waved confidently at the audience and took her place next to Dave.

'Hi Dave, my name is Amy, I'm 24 and I'm from London and I want to get my own back on Louisa Johnson!' The blonde smiled broadly as she spoke to Dave, her red lips and white teeth shining in the studio light.

'Hi Amy! Nice to have you on the show. Tell us, why do you want to drop Louisa into the slop?' Dave asked with a cheeky smile on his face.

'Well, Dave,' Amy started, 'I work in a bar in London, and her rubbish songs are always playing on the jukebox in the pub I work in. I think someone knows how much I dislike her crappy songs, so they're deliberately putting them on to wind me up. Basically, I want her sat above the gunk dunk, so that every time I hear one of her songs, it makes me smile and remember seeing her dunked and dripping in gunge!'

'Ha ha! It sounds like you really don't like her music!' Dave joked as Amy shook her head, her loose blonde hair waving as she moved. 'So let's get the queen of pop out. Who knows, by the end of the show she could be the queen of slop! Ha ha!'

The audience booed and Amy put her hands to her ears as one of Louisa Johnson's songs played loudly, filling the studio with her terrible music. Louisa walked out sheepishly, her head hung low. Her long blonde hair loose and straight framing her face and cascading over her blue GYOB top. She too was wearing shorts, her toned tanned legs begrudgingly carrying her across the stage to an overjoyed Amy and cheery Dave. To everyone's relief, the terrible music stopped.

'Hello there Louisa!' Dave greeted her with a big smile. Louisa didn't smile back, her head down looking at the floor. 'What have you got to say for yourself?'

Louisa looked up and tried to defend herself and her songs. 'Dave, I'm an X-factor winner. The nation's public voted for me to win because they think I've not only got an amazing voice, but I've also got an amazing personality. Millions of people have downloaded my music and I'm glad it's being played in pubs and bars in London! It's a shame, Amy there, has a rubbish taste in music!'

Amy laughed at Louisa's response. 'You're joking! Your songs are drivel! You deserve a good gunging it might improve your singing voice!'

'And anyway, if you don't like my music, play something else! I think you need to find out who's putting my songs on your jukebox and get them here so you can gunge them!' Louisa retaliated. 'I'm going to win this and it'll be YOU getting covered in slime!'

'Before we get into any of that, ladies,' Dave interrupted, 'let's meet the yellows!'

A gorgeous young brunette came bouncing out from the other side of the studio, with a huge smile on her face and waving at the audience, her large chest bouncing gently as she walked over to Dave, her tight yellow t-shirt showing her curvy frame off.

'Hi Dave,' the brunette introduced herself in a broad Mancunion accent, 'my name's Chloe and I'm a waitress in an exclusive restaurant in Manchester!' The audience cheered as she lapped up the attention, her smile beaming while she waved at the spectators.

'And tell me, Chloe,' Dave smiled, 'who do you want to get your own back on?'

Chloe looked at Dave and adjusted her oval glasses on her nose. 'Dave, I want to get my own back on Lucy Fallon from Corrie. She came t'restaurant where I work a few months ago and was so snotty and condescending t'me and the other members o'staff. She complained about almost everything, expected special treatment because she's a celeb and then left a crappy tip after we bent backwards t'accommodate her every whim! Do me a favour, Dave, let me dunk her in t'gunge!'

The audience cheered for Chloe, but then the cheering turned into boos as Dave encouraged Lucy to come onto the set. Slowly, Lucy came trudging across the studio floor, dressed in a yellow GYOB t-shirt and small black shorts, showing off her tanned, shapely legs

'Hello, Lucy.' Dave smiled. 'So, you've been a bit of a diva in the restaurant where Chloe works. Surely there's no excuse for that?'

'Oh, hello again, erm, Chloe,' Lucy started to defend herself. 'It's not true. I'm not normally like that, but the service was awful! I asked for a fresh salad, and I expected a fresh salad, not some old rotting lettuce leafs. The place was too cold and the service was slow to say the least. I think I only saw that waitress four or five times all night!'

'Ha! That's crap and yer know it. I was never away from yer table because all you did was complain and moan!' Chloe ranted, 'I neglected every other table over yours and you still weren't happy!'

'Neglected?' Lucy chipped in. 'You couldn't have neglected me any more!'

'You're unbelievable!' Chloe was getting annoyed, red and exasperated. 'You think you're so special. I'm gonna knock you down a peg or two and dunk you in that slime!'

Dave cut in. 'Now now, ladies. It seems that there is no love lost between our contestants and our celebrities. Let me explain the rules of the game, I have three messy games for you all to play, each worth points. The contestant with the highest number of points after the third game gets to dunk their celebrity into the slop. So, without further delay, let's get ready and play our first game.'

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Messy game 1

Chloe and Amy stood either side of Dave as he introduced the first game. Behind him, on the inflatable obstacle course, like a couple of mischievous children, Louisa and Lucy were plotting and giggling.

'So, ladies. It's time for the first game. And I can tell you are both excited to be here for the last episode of the series.'

'Oh yes!' Amy answered. 'It's like a dream come true! I've watched the show since I was a kid and I've always wanted to come on it and play your awesome games. But the thought of getting my own back on Louisa is so amazing! When I wrote in, I never thought I'd actually get the chance to do it!'

'You really hate her music, don't you?' Dave laughed. Behind them, Louisa and Lucy had managed to find some buckets of slime. They laughed as they showed the audience behind Amy's and Chloe's backs that the buckets contained pink and white goo. They held their index fingers to their lips to signify to the audience to keep quiet. The audience played along, laughing and listening to Amy's complaining. Lucy and Louisa began to tip the buckets of slime over the floor of the obstacle course.

'Yeah! It's atrocious! Don't you think?' The laughing audience cheered in agreement, all the while watching Lucy and Louisa messing the course up.

'And what about you, Chloe? What do your fellow workers think of you coming here today?' Dave asked. Louisa and Lucy had found another bucket of slime each and the continued to coat the inflatable course with goo. The big screen behind Chloe and Amy showed the audience their antics.

'Well Dave,' Chloe started in her thick Mancunian tone, running her hand through her long dark hair. She had replaced her glasses with contact lenses for this game. 'They're all here!' A group from the audience cheered loudly. 'Most of them were working that night and they remember how rude Lucy was,' the audience booed at the sound of Lucy's name. 'We were saying in t'bar afterwards that we should get her on yer show and get her dunked in t'gunge. The guys said I should email in as she were rudest t'me! And the guys think I've t'best chance of getting her dunked!'

The audience cheered at Chloe's enthusiasm of getting Lucy gunged. Behind Chloe and Amy, Louisa and Lucy had emptied the buckets of slime over the course, and then quickly and quietly taken their places on their inflatable chairs in an elevated position in the centre of the course, with the course in front of them between them and the audience.

'That's brilliant to hear!' Dave chuckled. 'And we're all glad you came on the show to try and get your revenge!' This caused the audience to cheer in agreement.

Dave turned the girls around to face the inflatable obstacle course. Lucy and Louisa sat up high in their positions next to each other, barefoot with their GYOB t-shirts and shorts on. In front of them was the obstacle course, made up of inflatable tables and chairs. They swung their bare legs excitedly as they looked down at the slick floor that had created with the buckets of slime.

'Chloe, you should be good at this game!' Dave laughed. 'This game is called Wait-messes! Wait-resses. Wait-messes! Get it!' Dave continued to laugh at his poor joke. 'Ladies, what you have to do is pick up a tray of glasses and navigate through our inflatable diner and place the trays on the counter at the far end. Every time you place some glasses on the counter, you get 10 points per glass. But, if you also have a look over Louisa's and Lucy's heads, you'll see a nozzle if your side of the counter is heavier than your opponent's, then the nozzle will hang over your celeb. After one minute, the nozzle will release a jet of ice cold gunge over one of our celebs. Whoever has the most glasses on the counter will see their celeb get a gunging!'

The audience cheered and Louisa and Lucy looked up nervously. Lucy shuffled in her seat and drummed her hands on her bare legs. Louisa curled her bare toes and bit her lip. Neither celeb wanted a sliming, but they both smiled when they looked down at the messy floor.

'Our celebs will be trying to make the course more difficult to traverse by spilling gunge from their elevated position.' Dave continued. Lucy and Louisa, on cue, lifted a ladle filled with slime from a large bucket they each had to their sides. They emptied the ladles by flinging the contents over the course. 'It looks like Lucy and Louisa have already spilled gunk over the course!' Dave laughed, the audience joining him as Amy and Chloe looked disgustingly at the slimy floor. 'Ladies, I think it will be better if you take your shoes off!' Dave laughed.

'Ew no!' Chloe protested. 'I don't wanna get covered in slime! Please!' The audience laughed at Chloe's clear desire to stay clean and dry.

'That's never going to happen on this show!' laughed Dave. 'Come on girls, shoes off and make your way to the start of the course.'

'Please!' Begged Chloe once more.

'Don't make us do it!' Amy pleaded quietly. 'I don't wanna get my feet messy. I want to see them get gunged not me! I don't want to feel gunge between my toes!'

'Sorry, ladies! These are the rules!' Dave laughed. Seeing them begging and in clear discomfort made him laugh more.

Reluctantly, Chloe and Amy slipped off their trainers and socks and stood at the start of the course. They both looked down at their clean feet and then the course ahead of them. They tried to block out the distress of being barefoot and concentrate on winning the game. All the time Chloe and Amy were complaining, Louisa and Lucy were laughing loudly at their suffering fancy coming on a messy gameshow and not wanting to get messy! Then they both looked up at the gunge filled nozzle. They had to admit that the prospect of getting slimed was not an appealing one to them either. But here they were

Dave started the game and the audience went crazy cheering for their favourite participant. Amy and Chloe picked up the tray of plastic glasses and squished their bare feet onto the slippery floor of the obstacle course. The gunge soaked their feet and squelched between their toes. They both looked down at their messy feet with repulsion on their faces. Chloe stamped her feet and moved as quickly as she could, dancing on her tip toes around the wobbling obstacles. She quickly put a full tray down on the counter on the opposite end and the nozzle above the celeb swung over Lucy. Lucy screamed and shook her head in fear.

Amy had dropped most of the glasses from her tray by the time she reached the counter. She had slipped and slid her way there, clutching onto the inflatable tables and chairs for support. Both girls raced back to the start of the course and picked up another tray. Lucy and Louisa continued to flick and throw goo down from above, making the course even more slippery. Chloe dance on her tip-toes though the goo, but in her haste to get to the other end, she slipped and fell on her bum with a splat, right below Lucy and Louisa. The celebs burst out laughing and frantically poured and threw ladles of gunge over Chloe. Chloe held her head in her hands as her dark hair received a pink and white slimy deluge. Her bare legs coated in slime, she curled her toes, then rolled over and got up. Her t-shirt dripped with ooze as she made her way back to the start of the course.

Amy had managed to get to the other end of the course relatively unscathed. She put the glasses down, her pile now being slightly larger than Chloe's, and the nozzle swung menacingly above Louisa. Lucy laughed at her fellow celeb as she saw the swing of the nozzle move the oncoming torrent of gunge over Louisa. Louisa screamed and proceeded to rain down more gunge over the obstacle course with her ladle.

Chloe was back on the course, tip-toeing through the slime. She dodged the falling splatters of slime from above and shifted round the inflatable tables and chairs. Amy was hot on her heels, she slipped and skidded as quickly as she could, glasses tumbling from her tray as she moved. The final 5 second countdown bellowed throughout the studio. Chloe lunged forward to the counter with her tray, Amy, a few metres behind, had no chance of catching her up. The question was, who had the most glasses on the counter.

The nozzle above Lucy and Louisa shook. Both celebs looked up nervously. But it was Lucy who quickly looked down and buried her face in her hands. Chloe's last tray had tipped the balance and sent the nozzle over Lucy's chair.

Chloe cheered and Lucy shrieked. The nozzle opened up, unleashing a huge torrent of brown muck over the poor Corrie actress. Her blonde hair was washed brown with gunge as it soaked her head and cascaded over her body, her t-shirt was drenched and the foul sticky ooze ran down her back and pooled under her bum. She kicked her legs in disapproval. Gunge splattered her soft thighs and trickled down her legs, over her ankles and over the tops of her bare feet. The gunge dripped from between her bare toes as she sat humiliated, dripping in ooze. She ran her hands through her hair, brushing her once blonde locks back, matting them to her head with the brown sludge.

Everyone laughed at Lucy's messy predicament. She shivered and shuddered with an angry look on her face. It was obviously an experience she wasn't enjoying. She shook her messy hands, spraying goo around her. She looked down at Chloe annoyed that Chloe had managed to win the game and inflict her to the messy gunging.

'Well done, Chloe! It looks like you won the first game and managed to get poor old Lucy slimed!' Dave laughed.

'Thanks Dave! That was so much fun. Except for getting messy, that it!' Chloe laughed, she looked down at her body. She was dripping in slime, a dribble of pink goo running down her face and sticky slime squelching under her bare soles and between her toes.

'Let's count the glasses and see how many points you've earned.' Dave started counted the glasses on Chloe's side of the counter. 'That's 16 glasses which is a massive 160 points!' Chloe and Louisa cheered. 'Now let's count yours, Amy.' Dave moved to the other side of the counter and started counting the glasses. 'That was a close game!' Dave announced, 'Amy, you successfully brought over 14 glasses, that's 140 points!' Amy cheered. She knew Chloe's lead was not insurmountable.

'However, Amy.' Dave cut Amy's celebrations short. 'You did lose the game. And in true Get Your Own Back style, you're owed a forfeit!'

Amy looked at Dave completely shocked. 'Please, no!' She pleaded. 'I'm already a little bit messy!' She pointed down to her feet that were dripping in slime, her t-shirt had splatters of goo from Lucy and Louisa throwing gunge from above.

'I'm sorry. You know the rules!' Dave laughed.

Louisa, who was still sat in her inflatable chair above the obstacle course next to a slime covered Lucy, was given a bucket of gunge. Dave ushered Amy onto the obstacle course to stand under Louisa. Amy looked up at Louisa who was grinning at her. Revenge was so sweet, Louisa thought to herself.

Amy squelched her bare feet back on to the obstacle course, grimacing as she slipped and slid into place. She spun around and faced the audience, Louisa sitting above her, swinging her legs, the bucket on her lap. Amy straightened up and held her breath. Louisa spread her legs so that the gunge didn't splash her bare feet and she tipped the bucket. Amy screamed as the cold orange gunge fell straight over her blonde hair, flattering it and spraying out to the sides. She slipped and skidded under the stream of gunge, trying to move her head from under the deluge with no success. The bucket was empty and the audience cheered causing Louisa to victoriously punched her fist in the air.

'What a brilliant celebrity first game that was!' Dave laughed. 'Chloe is in the lead with 160 points, and Amy is trailing with 140 points and a showering of gunge!' The audience cheered and laughed with Dave. 'Our players and celebs are going to get cleaned up now, ready for the next game!'

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'So, this marks the end of this series of Get Your Own Back.' Dave addressed the audience who all looked disappointed that the series was over, but excited to be there and part of the last episode. 'And we don't get to invite everyone who sends us an e-mail wanting to play our messy games and get their own back. However, what we did do was reply to a several e-mails and commiserate them on not being on the show to play and to give them some complimentary tickets to this show for them and their friends and family. Like Joe and Lindsey.'

The cameras spun round and pointed to a couple sat near the top of the audience. Their shocked faces filled the big screens around the studio. Dave bounded up the stairs towards the couple. Joe was laughing loudly and Lindsey had her head in her hands, her long blonde hair obscuring her shocked face.

'So, Lindsey, by your reaction I think you've guessed that Joe nominated you!' Dave said as he sat next to the couple.

'Ha, ha! Yes. Although I've no idea why!' Lindsey replied sarcastically, her head out of her hand now, she was smiling broadly.

'Joe, why don't you tell everyone?' Dave continued.

'Thanks Dave,' Joe started, 'I'm Joe and this is my wife, Lindsey. We're from Preston and we've been married for three years. I wrote in to get my own back on Lindsey because she's dead tight with money. It's not just that, but the main reason is that she insisted on saving money by giving me a haircut a few months ago. It looked horrendous, so I had to shave my hair off.'

A picture of Joe with the offending haircut came on the big screen, it looked as bad as Joe described it, as if a bowl was placed on his head and cut round.
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Messy game 2

'Let's welcome back our contestants, Amy and Chloe!' Dave cheered as Amy and Chloe walked on, all cleaned up, hair brushed and tied up with fresh t-shirts and shorts on. Amy and Chloe waved at the cheering audience.

'Glad to see you both clean again!' Dave laughed, 'Amy, you're 20 points behind Chloe. Do you think that you'll be able to catch her up?'

'Definitely!' Amy said confidently. 'I'm sure I'll win the next two games, and not only get more points than Chloe, but also avoid another forfeit!'

Dave chuckled. 'You're really not happy with getting gunged, are you?'

'I'd rather stay clean and get Louisa covered in slop!' Amy said sternly. 'She deserves it for singing such awful songs!'

Behind Dave, Amy and Chloe, the mischievous celebrities emerged onto the studio floor. Again, they put their fingers to their lips to signify silence from the audience. They walked toward the set of the next game, each of them holding a bucket.

'And how about you, Chloe? I bet you enjoyed that last game!' Dave turned his attention to Chloe.

'I can't believe how slippery t'course were! That were unfair. I were proper coated in gunge.' Chloe replied in her strong mancunian accent. 'But I were so happy t'win and get Lucy slimed! She looked brilliant dripping in goo! She deserves it so much!'

Louisa and Lucy were at a couple of seesaw props that sat at one end of the set. By the seesaws were two pairs of big black wellington boots. The girls giggled to themselves, put their index fingers to their lips once more, and then lowered their hands, Louisa raised her buckets up whilst Lucy held the wellington boots in place. Louisa emptied white slop from the bucket into the wellies whilst giggling with Lucy. With the bucket empty, they swapped roles, Louisa holding the boots and Lucy pouring the white goo from her bucket into the other set of boots.

'Well, ladies.' Dave started, 'It's time for our second game where there are lots of points to play for and a forfeit to avoid!' Dave laughed manically.

Dave turned Amy and Chloe round to face the new set. Louisa and Lucy stood centre stage, hands behind their backs looking innocently back at the contestants.

'It's good to see you both back and ready for the next game!' Dave laughed.

'Oh yes, Dave, we're ready!' Louisa laughed.

'And I'm all cleaned up and ready for some revenge!' Lucy giggled.

'Well, before you can do that, Lucy, we have a game to play. And I have a feeling that you may end up a little bit messy after this one too!' Dave laughed at the hapless celebrity. 'I need you two to take your places in our Get Your Own Back stocks as we play our next game, pie-fling circus!' Dave pointed to two large board opposite the seesaws with clowns painted on them in a pose like they were going sitting jumps on a trampoline. The faces, hands and feet were cut out.

Louisa and Lucy shrugged and trudged to the stocks. They stuck their heads through the head holes, then their hands and bare feet appeared through the other holes.

Dave continued with the game instructions. 'Now that our celebs are in place, ladies, what you have to do is pie our bouncing clowns. We have lots of gooey, creamy pies here,' Dave laughed and Louisa and Lucy scrunched their faces in fear. 'What you ladies have to do, is place a pie on the pie-flinging-seesaw and stamp on the other end.' Dave gave a demonstration by placing a pie on the seesaw and pretended to stamp. 'The pie will fly across the studio and hopefully splat our unlucky celebs! Ha ha!' Dave laughed as Louisa and Lucy shook their heads pleading not to be hit, their toes curling at the thought of getting a pie in the face. 'For each pie in the celeb's face, I'll give you 20 points.'

The audience cheered and Amy looked at the task in hand with renewed focus. Her deficit in the scores could easily be overturned.

'However, ladies,' Dave continued, 'I can't have you doing it barefoot, so you'll have to put on the safety boots.' Dave pointed to the black wellington boot by the seesaws.

Amy shrugged and plunged her bare foot into one of the boots. She pulled it out immediately, her toes quivering and waggling dripping in white goo. 'What's this?' It's disgusting!' She cried.

Louisa and Lucy burst out laughing. Amy shot them a hateful glance.

'I'm not putting them on!' Amy protested, her foot in the air, white goo dripping from it.

'I'm afraid you have to, Amy. Health and Safety!' Dave laughed.

'I'll get you for this!' Chloe muttered at Lucy as she slipped her bare feet into the boots. She grimaced as her soft soles disappeared into the sticky goo within the boot, squishing between her toes.

Amy looked at Chloe. She took a breath and plunged her foot back into her boot. She pushed her foot the bottom and waggled her messy toes. It felt disgusting. Much thicker and gloopier than the gunge on the obstacle course. She dunked her other foot in the other boot and looked at Louisa. She was going to do her very best to make sure that every pie hit Louisa's smug, laughing face.

'Ladies. You have one minute to hit your celeb with as many pies as you can.' Dave announce, then he started the game.

Both Amy and Chloe place a pie on the seesaw and simultaneously stamped on the other end. As they stamped, the white slosh in their boots shot up their bare legs, soaking their soft skin up to their thighs. The pies overshot their targets, hitting the stocks above the celeb's heads, dripping goo down on them.

Undeterred, Amy and Chloe reloaded and stamped another pie at the celebs. This time, both had adjusted their stamping power perfectly. The pies flew and slapped both Lucy and Louisa straight in their faces. The celebs scrunched their faces as they saw the pies coming, closing their eyes. The pies covered their faces with white cream and dripped down to the floor in front of them.

Amy and Chloe reloaded and shot another pie each. The celebs, still blinking and shaking the previous pie from their faces received another pie straight to their faces. Amy and Chloe cheered as Lucy and Louisa squealed in discomfort. The celebs' immobilised hands and feet waggling furiously with displeasure.

There was still plenty of time on the clock, and Amy and Chloe reloaded. This time, Chloe didn't stamp hard enough. As Amy's pie slapped Louisa in the face once again, sliding down her chin and falling to the floor with a plop, Chloe's pie hit the stocks below Lucy's chin. Lucy cheered and laughed. Chloe shot her an angry look.

The ladies reloaded and stamped on the seesaw once more. Lucy's laughing was cut short as Chloe's aim was perfect once again. With her mouth still open, Lucy received a heavy splat in her face, the gooey cream filling her mouth, making her cough and splutter. Chloe laughed back at Lucy, who was blinking frantically, blinded by the pie. Amy's pie hit her target too, Louisa's face unrecognisable behind the layers of gooey pie.

The clock was counting down the final ten seconds. It was just enough time for Amy and Chloe to reload and send one more pie at the celebs. The pies hit their targets perfectly. Both celebs closed their eyes and mouths in anticipation as the pies slapped them on the face.

The lights came up and Dave bounced onto the set, a manic smile on his face. 'I don't know about you, but I enjoyed that game! It was brilliant! Ha ha!' Dave laughed. 'I was counting the number of hits, and I can tell you that Chloe, you hit Louisa four times! That a total of 80 point. Amy, you hit Lucy 5 times, that's 100 points.' Amy and Chloe cheered with the audience as Lucy and Louisa jeered.

'So, Chloe. You lost that game, so it's forfeit time.' Dave laughed. Chloe looked down at her slosh filled boots and shook her head in dismay. 'Lucy, I think you should get out of the stocks, as Chloe is going to replace you for her forfeit.' Lucy cheered and pulled her hands and feet from the stocks, then her head disappeared. Louisa started pulled herself form the stocks but Dave stopped her. 'Louisa, your ordeal is not over yet. As Amy won, she had a reward to give to you!'

'Oh no. I think I've had enough pies!' Louisa groaned as she replaced her limbs in the stocks, she had taken the opportunity to wipe the pie from her eyes and face as she had released herself from the stocks, her hands now were dripping in white pie goo.

'We don't think so!' laughed Dave as two trolleys of pies were wheeled out.

'Oh goodie!' grinned Amy.

Chloe rolled her eyes. She was now in place in the stocks next to Louisa, she was relieved that she was able to take the boots off but now she felt extremely vulnerable, trapped in the stocks with Lucy laughing at her. The memory of getting covered in brown slop in the previous game still fresh in Lucy's mind.

'Amy and Lucy,' Dave chuckled, 'please punish the losers!'

Amy didn't need asking twice. The annoying tune of Louisa's latest song running through her head and the memory of Louisa laughing as she poured orange gunge over her after he previous game, she picked up a pie and splatted it straight into Louisa's already messy face. Before Louisa could react, she followed it up with a gooey pie sandwich, her entire face covered in pie. Amy then slapped another pie in her face and dragged it up messing up her long blonde hair.

Amy looked down at her feet. Her toes still sloshing in the white goo within her boots. 'Did you think it was funny when I had to put on these goo filled boots?'

Louisa looked down, laughing and spluttering. 'It was me and Lucy that filled them!' she laughed.

This enraged Amy, she picked up a pie and looked down at Louisa's exposed bare foot. 'How do you like it?' Amy asked. She thrust the pie into Louisa's left sole, squishing it over her bare foot and between her toes. Louisa laughed as the pie tickled her feet. This made Amy madder. She picked another pie and gave her right foot the same messy treatment. Then she picked the final pie and slapped it hard into Louisa's laughing face.

Lucy wasn't holding back either. Chloe held her breath and closed her eyes, her messy toes scrunched up defensively as Lucy set about her with the pies. Lucy picked up the first pie and waved it in front of Chloe's clean face. She expected Chloe to plead for her not to pie her. But Chloe didn't. She knew they she was going to get messy, so she waited for the inevitable. Lucy smashed the pie into Chloe's face. Chloe opened her eyes and took a breath, only to be greeted by another pie. One by one, Lucy slapped all the pies over Chloe's face, turning her pretty features white with cream. Lucy pied and smeared her entire head with cream.

Satisfied that her job was done, Lucy stepped back and laughed. Chloe's entire head was white with pie. It dripped from her face to the floor. Chloe waggled and stretched her messy toes as she opened her eyes. She felt relieved that her punishment was over, but even more determined now to dunk Lucy in the gunge.

Amy smiled sportingly at Chloe. She too was relieved that it was Chloe in the stocks and not her. Just wearing the messy boots was enough for Amy right now.

With the trolleys empty and the forfeits received, Dave took control once again.

'So let's look at the overall scores. It's a tie with one game to play. Chloe you've got 240 points and Amy you've come back from behind to also have 240 points. There's everything to play for in the final game. But before we do that, I think you all need to get cleaned up!' Dave ushered the celebs and players off the set.

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'Well, that was a brilliant game. And whilst Lucy and Louisa and the ladies get themselves cleaned up, let's meet another couple who didn't get a chance to be on the show. Until now.' As Dave spoke, the tension in the studio increased, with the lights dimming and a searchlight panning the audience. 'It's a pair of siblings' Dave teased as several pairs of brothers and sisters looked at each other in accusation as if it was them being picked. Then the lights stopped and two girls burst out laughing. The studio lights came up and Dave made his way towards them.

Both girls were pushing each other and giggling, nudging each other's legs as Dave sat next to them. 'Hi, ladies!' Dave greeted them warmly. Both were looking red and flushed though their giggling.

'Hi Dave!' The girls replied in unison.

'So, I'm guessing you know what's going to happen to you this afternoon!' Dave chuckled. The girls responded by giggling once again. 'Laura, why don't you tell everyone why you email the show'

Laura, who was slightly younger than her sister started giggling while her older sister looked up at the big screens shocked. There was a copy of the email Laura had sent. 'Hi everyone, my name is Laura, I'm from Nottingham, I'm 19 and this is my sister, Emma who's 21. We both work in bars in town. She's is so blonde and pretty and basically, I just wanted to get her all messy and gunged!'

'Oh! Thanks sis! That's horrible!' Emma replied horrified.

'It's not just that.' Dave added, reading parts of the email, 'according to you, Laura, she flirts with all of you friends and your boyfriend, she lazy at work making you do all the hard jobs like changing barrels and cleaning the toilets, she never buys a round in the pub because she gets lads to buy her drinks for her, she's always out late and even though you are the younger sister, she takes your clothes and makeup.'

'That's not true!' Emma blurted out.

'Yes it is! You know it. Look, you're even wearing my blue top today!' Laura argued.

'Is that true, Emma?' Dave asked.

'Well, yes it is. I suppose those things are kind of true. But do I deserve a dunking?' Emma asked giving her best puppy-dog eyes at the camera which was beaming out her face across the studio screens.

'Ha ha! I think it does, and so does Laura. What do the audience think?' Dave asked as the audience cheered in agreement and appreciation. 'Come one down, girls, I have a great game for you.' And with that he took Laura and Emma by the hand and took them to the studio floor.

'So, Emma, I'm sure you don't want Laura to get your blue top messy in the game. Have you brought her something to get changed in to?' Dave asked.

'Yes. I said in my email that Emma loves swimming, and I think it would be very fitting to see her swimming in your gunk dunk whilst in her swimming cossie.' Laura laughed and pulled out a one piece black swimming costume from her pocket. Emma looked at Laura shocked.

'I'm not wearing that!' Emma spat disgustingly. 'No chance!' this made the audience and Laura laugh.

Dave tried to be tactful. 'Come on Emma, you can't get messy in your sister's top. I've an idea. If you can get that swimming cossie on behind that screen in less than a minute, I promise you that any mess you do not get, I'll let you give to your sister.'

Laura looked at Dave open-mouthed. 'What? That's not fair' but before the words left her mouth, Emma had snatched the costume from her sister and was undressing, kicking her shoes off as she ran, then diving behind the screen to disrobe.

'Well. It looks like we have a deal on our hands. I suppose Laura has to do everything she can to get her sister messy to avoid getting messy herself. So, Laura, here's the game. It's taken from the earlier series of Get Your Own Back but with a twist. Your sister is going to sit in that tank by the gunk dunk, I'll give you 30 seconds to answer up to five questions as quickly as you can. Each question will light up a pumpkin and each lighted pumpkin will allow you to cover your sister in a type of slop and that tank is directly connected to the studio's kitchen department's food waste chute. I don't know what's been on the menu today, but I'm sure it's going to be rancid!' the audience made 'ohh' and 'gross' noises, then Dave continued. 'The questions will be easy, but you cannot give an answer starting with the letter 'a'.' Dave explained.

'Yey! That sounds fun!' Laura replied, just as Emma emerged from behind the screen now dressed in her black swimsuit. She pulled her long blonde hair back over her head and behind her ears and made her way to Dave and Laura.

'And what happens if she doesn't light all 5 pumpkin, Dave?' Emma cheekily inquired, hoping the answer was that her sister was going to get messy.

'I think we both know, Emma,' Dave laughed, 'Laura will take your place in the tank and you get to cover your little sister in the remaining items of kitchen slop.'

Emma, who was now standing next to Laura, gave her sister a playful nudge with her hips and laughed, causing Laura to laugh too. Even though Emma was now clad in her swimsuit, she still oozed body confidence. Her shapely figure, ample breast and toned tummy were complemented by the tight shiny fabric of her swimwear. She smiled as she posed, next to her sister, lifting one leg, bent at the knee, on tiptoes and gently swaying at the thigh.

'Well then, Emma,' Dave broke Emma from her little daydream where not only was she centre of attention, but everyone was loving her, 'it's time for you to take your seat beneath the kitchen waste chute. And Laura, please come here to the podium so I can ask you the questions.'

All three of them took their places. Laura, nervously excited behind the podium, determined to win the game and light all five pumpkins. Emma climbed into the tank and nervously looked up at the large nozzle that hung above her head. She sat down, straightened her pony tail, and then crossed her legs. Her airborne foot gently swinging, she clasped her hands over her bare knee, leaning slightly forward giving the camera and large screens a good view down her swimsuit. She looked at her sister, willing her to stumble over the questions.

'Laura, are you ready?' asked Dave confidently.

'Erm. Yes. I hope so.' The pressure was staring to get to Laura as she stammered her response.

'Ok then, don't forget that you cannot give an answer staring with the letter 'a'. Your time starts Now What fruit fell on Newton's head?'

'I Erm I don't even know Fruit? I think. Like a pear? Pear like fruit?' Laura spluttered her answer to everyone, especially Emma's hysterical pleasure.

'I'm not accepting that! What flies from and airport?' Dave continued.

Laura replied after a little thought. 'Erm. From an airport? How about a helicopter?'

'Yes, That'll do.' Nodded Dave. Emma momentarily held her hand to her head and shook her head knowing she was going to get messy. A pumpkin lit up and Dave continued. 'What do we breathe in?'

'That's easy, Oxygen.' Laura said confidently and cockily.

'Good one!' another pumpkin lit up, Emma looked at it in disbelief, nearly 15 seconds had elapsed. 'What creature is famous for only eating ants?'

'Oh god. I know, but I don't know. Erm... I Erm The one with the big nose? Erm I don't know Pass.' Laura dithered to Emma's pleasure as she looked up at the clock.

'Ok, next one,' started Dave, 'what is the opposite of subtract?'

'Erm Plus Two PLUS two is four!' Laura answered triumphantly.

'Yes, I'll accept that!' Agreed Dave, another pumpkin lit up. Emma was getting more nervous, biting her nails on her left hand and her foot swung more rapidly. 'What kind of gallery is the Tate gallery?'

The clock was nearly at zero when Laura blurted out 'Paintings!!' A siren signalled the end of the game.

'Yes, I'll take that, and just in time too!' Dave answered as the fourth pumpkin lit up. 'Well done, Laura, that's four pumpkins, and four sloppy items from our kitchen for your pesky big sister!'

Laura and the audience cheered. Emma, however, did not. She uncrossed her legs and sat up straight. She looked up at the nozzles above her head, then at her sister and shook her head.

'So Laura, this is your older sister who flirts with all of you friends, makes you do all the hard jobs at work and takes your clothes and makeup. Well she's in her own swimming costume now. In front of you is a button that will deliver the first of the four items of kitchen waste cold, runny, custard. Push that button and get your own back!' Everyone cheered as Dave finished and Laura, holding her hands high above the podium dramatically dropped her hands down onto the button, whilst not taking her eyes of her sister, who sat still as a statue in the tank.

'Enjoy!' mouthed Laura to her sister as she pushed the button. A stream of bright yellow, cold custard came flooding down on Emma's head. She moved her head so that it sat directly under the stream of custard, making the custard spray off the top of her head out in all directions.

'OOOOOH! It's freezing!' cried Emma as the custard gushed over her. It soaked her long blonde hair and trickled down her scowling face. She shuddered as it came into contact with the bare skin of her shoulders and dribbled down her swimsuit. She held her hands on her lap and was conscious that the cold custard was flowing down between her pert breasts, making her nipples stand on end and filling her swimsuit up, making the shiny material bulge at her tummy.

The flow of custard subsided and Emma lifted her hands to her head, scrapping the custard down her long hair and squeezing it out. She looked down at her custard splattered bare thighs and replaced her hands on her lap, rubbing the custard into her skin, trying to warm herself up.

'I wonder what the Get Your Own Back kitchen has thrown away next!' Dave laughed as he encouraged Laura to push the button once again.

Laughing at her sister's messy predicament, Laura pushed the button once more. A splattering of warm baked beans in sticky sauce came cascading over Emma's poor head. She cringed as the foul smelling tomato slop covered her custard covered hair and splattered unpleasantly over her swimsuit clad body. She felt the warm slop run down her long hair and down her back. Repulsed at the feeling of the beans and sauce running down her bare spine, she leant back, only for the flow to directly splash onto her chest and run over her breasts, flowing inside and over her swimsuit. The bulge in her tummy grew round the sides of her swimming costume. She picked up handfuls of beans that fell into her lap and threw them on the floor. She rubbed her bare feet in the lumpy custardy mess repulsed by the feeling of the goo between her toes and squashing under her soles.

Emma looked up at Laura who was laughing loudly. Laura didn't wait for permission from Dave and pushed the button once again. This time, cold lumpy porridge came flooding down over Emma. Emma gasped as the thick deluge covered her completely, washing the beans down her body. She leant forward, allowing the porridge to run down her back. The cold ooze felt a lot nicer against her skin. She rubbed her arms and thighs as the flow began to cease. The porridge had worked its way down her spine and sat wonderfully cold against her bare bum. She squirmed and waggled her bum on the seat, enjoying the sensation of the cold mess against her soft bottom. Her swimsuit continued to slowly fill, pulling it down nearly exposing her bare breasts. She composed herself and looked up at Laura once again.

'I wonder what's next!' Laughed Dave as if to give Laura a cue to push the button once more.

Laura did just that, still laughing and watching her sister get increasingly messy. A flow of thick warm chocolate came running down on top of Emma's face. She looked up, tongue out tasting the luxurious dessert as it fell over her. She could feel her swimsuit being pulled down by the weight of the mess inside it, so she pulled the top upwards gently. She looked down as she pulled at the top of her swimsuit and saw the chocolate wonderfully cover her bare breast and clinging to her erect nipples. Still her swimsuit filled up, but she adjusted it carefully enough to keep the mess inside and not to expose herself to the audience but also to treat her fit, athletic body to the fabulous sensation of being coated in this rich delicious chocolate.

The fourth gunging over, Emma sat smiling in the tank covered in mess, awaiting what would happen next.

'So, Laura, how does it feel to have got your sister all messy?' Dave asked.

Laura was still beaming. 'Brilliant! Thanks Dave!'

'But it's not over yet' Dave replied.

'Can I get her in the gunk dunk?' Laura excitedly asked.

'Of course. But before you do, Laura, your sister put on her swimsuit so it's only fair you get the last load of waste from our canteen' Dave put his arm around Laura to console and steer her towards the messy tank where Emma was still sitting.

'But But That's not fair. I wrote in to get Emma messy, not for me to get messy! And I don't want to get my nice clothes messy either!' Protested Laura.

'That sounds only fair.' Dave stopped walking and guided her towards the screen. 'As you're an avid cheerleader, there's a cheerleader's outfit behind that screen. You have 60 seconds to change into it, or you won't be able to gunge your sister in the gunk dunk.'

Laura looked shocked. 'The clock's ticking!' encouraged Dave. Laura, with a new sense of purpose raced round the screen and began ripping her clothes off, kicking off her pumps and pulling the cheerleader's outfit on. It was too small and her large breasts appeared to me bulging out of it. She pulled the dress down to try and cover as much of her long, athletic legs as she could.

Meanwhile Dave went over to Emma in the tank. Standing by the side of the tank, he opened the door to reveal the full extent of Emma's gunging. As he opened the door, the mess, which was up to Emma's ankles, began to spill out, flowing down a purpose build trench towards and then into the gunk dunk. 'Are you coming out, dear?'

Emma laughed. 'If it's all the same to you, I'll stay here and join my sister!' She swung her legs down and rubbed her bare feet in the lumpy mess as it left the tank, kicking and encouraging it out.

'Ok, suit yourself!' Dave laughed. 'Oh, here she is. Glad the cheerleader outfit fit!' Dave joked and all attention was on Laura who had emerged from behind the screen. She slowly walked up to where Dave was standing, clearly uncomfortable in the tight dress. 'Come on up, Laura.' Laura slowly trudged up. 'Your sister has decided to stay in the tank for the last canteen surprise, but there's plenty of room in there for you too.'

A wry smile crept across Laura's face. She looked at her smiling sister, tapping the seat next to her encouraging her to sit down, the chocolate dripping from her face and the other various items of lumpy porridge and beans and runny custard dripping from every part of her swimsuit clad body. Laura noticed the large bulge in the swimsuit, her eyes met with her sisters and Emma's smile grew.

Sheepishly, Laura stepped her clean bare foot into the tank. The lumpy goo squishing under her foot and between her toes. She turned around, smoothing her skirt under her bum, she slowly sat down. Dave shut the tank door. Laura looked up at the dripping nozzle above their heads, then down at the bulge in Emma's swimsuit. Their eyes met once more as Dave move to the podium with the button. Dave instigated a countdown with the audience, but Laura was more interested in the bulge in Emma's swimsuit. Emma moved her hands to the leg holes round her thighs. She took hold of the sticky fabric and pulled it away from her skin, almost giving herself a front wedgie. The different layers of goo came squishing out, forced up and over her sensitive and pounding pussy and out over her soft thighs.

The countdown ended and a huge deluge of sticky spaghetti came crashing down over the hapless sisters. It took Laura by surprise and she took the brunt of it as Emma had tactically moved herself away from the under the nozzle and let Laura sit directly under it. Laura put her arm around her sister and pulled her under the sticky spaghetti surge. Both of the girls' long hair was covered and matted with pasta and sauce. It flowed down their faces and landed in their laps. Emma picked up handfuls from Laura's lap and rubbed it over her relatively clean face laughing.

The gunging ended and Dave made his way back up to the tank. He opened the door once more, revealing the sisters. Emma was completely coated in mess and the top half of Laura was covered in spaghetti, slithering inside her cheerleader outfit.

'I did promise you a dunking, Emma, so please come here and take a seat.' Dave held out his hand for Emma to take. Emma looked at her sister, shrugged her shoulders and smiled. She took Dave's hand and he led her to the chair with the handles that sat above the gunk dunk.

Carefully, Emma sat on the chair and submerged her bare legs into the gunk dunk, washing off the lumpy food. She curled her toes under the mire and looked over at her sister who emerged from the tank and took her place behind the chair having seen what happened earlier, she knew exactly what to do.

'So Laura,' Dave brought order to the excitement, 'you came here to dunk your sister for being lazy and a flirt, you managed to get her really messy by covering her in our kitchen leftovers, but you did get a little messy too.' Laura looked down at the warm spaghetti and tomato sauce that dripped from her hair and face making a puddle at her feet. The stringy spaghetti intertwined between her little toes. She tried to scrape the mess off her feet with the toes on her opposite foot. 'Make her day even worse by tipping that chair and getting your own back!'

Laura laughed and without hesitation lifted the chair. Lubricated by all of the mess from the tank, it didn't take much for Emma to slip into the gunk dunk. She disappeared completely under the lumpy goo and then emerged, her hands wiping her face. The gunge filled her swimsuit as she regained her balance and shuffled toward the edge of the tank, her shiny swimsuit and boobs bobbing on the surface.

'No hard feelings, sis?' Emma say, her hand outstretched for a handshake.

It was the most obvious set up ever, but Laura was taking the bait. She squatted down and took her sister's slimy hand.

'No hard feelings!' Laura laughed.

Predictably, Emma tugged on Laura's arm and Laura came splashing into the gunk dunk next to her sister.

The two sisters laughed and hugged in the dunk tank, then they dragged each other under the surface. They re-emerged completely coated in the gunk dunk's colourful hue, their long hair free of the mucky food from the previous game and now slick and slimy from the gunge.

Emma opened her swimsuit at her thighs beneath the surface of the gunge. She scraped the rancid food out and allowed it to be replaced with the smooth gunk dunk gunge. Laura's cheerleader skirt offered no protection to her body. The cold gunge coated her bare legs and soaked her knickers. The sisters cuddled once again, squishing their messy bodies against each other and smiling at the camera as it projected their messy, smiling faces on to the large studio screen.

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Messy Game 3

Louisa and Lucy were cleaned up once again, their hair clean and makeup perfect for their current TV appearance. But they weren't wearing the usual GYOB outfit. Instead, for this game, their hair was tied up and they were wearing 1950s style bathing suits, with no shoulder straps and a short skirt type of detail around their shapely hips. Louisa in her blue team colour and Lucy in yellow the large GYOB logo on their flat, toned tummies. They stood pouting in modelling poses trying to not look scared or phased by their position in the game's set under a shower nozzle.

In front of them, Dave stood with Amy and Chloe to either side. He grinned manically as he looked the contestants up and down. They too were in GYOB 1950s style bathing suits in their team colours, but their bathing suits had straps over their shoulders. They too had tied their hair up for the final game.

'Welcome back to the third and final game!' Dave chuckled. 'It's a crucial game for you ladies, as the one with the most points at the end will get their own back and to dunk their celeb into the gunk dunk. There's everything to play for with the scores tied at 240 each!'

Behind Dave, Amy and Chloe, with their sneaky childish antics playing up once again, Lucy and Louisa put their fingers to their lips for the audience to see and keep quite once again. They tiptoed out of their showers and towards two large bathtubs in the centre of the set. Next to the tubs were a set of 5 pipes, one set blue and the other yellow. They comically giggled in an exaggerated way, then picked up the colourful piece of pipe one by one and threw then into the bath tub. They giggled once again, their hands over their mouths, then they turned on their heels and made their way quietly to their shower cubicles once more.

Chloe and Amy shuffled excitedly, they held their hands in front of their stomachs, looking at the audience who were captivated by the celeb's shenanigans and the swimsuit clad contestants.

'I carn't wait!' Laughed Chloe, 'I'm so gonna win this and get Lucy dunked!' she looked round just at the moment Lucy and Louisa returned to their respective showers.

Amy laughed, looking at Louisa pretending not to be nervous under the shower nozzle. 'I'm determined to win this game!' She said, causing Louisa's cool fade and face change. 'I'm so up for this!'

'Well, ladies,' Dave continued, 'you're here in the Get Your Own Back bathroom. Only the shower is broken! What you ladies have to do is find all the pieces of the shower pipe, fit them together and her presto, fix the shower!' Dave laughed.

'What happens if they fix the shower?' Lucy naively asked, looking up at the shower nozzle above her head.

'Well, Lucy, I'm glad you've asked,' chuckled Dave, 'when our ladies fix all the pipes together and fix the shower, it will allow the flow to come out of the nozzle above your head!' Dave laughed again.

'I'm guessing it's not going to be water!' Louisa's eyes rolled. She was clearly not relishing the thought of a gunging.

'You guess correctly!' Dave laughed. 'But ladies,' he turned to Amy and Chloe, 'all the pieces of the pipe have disappeared I wonder where they are'

Lucy laughed, 'What did they look like, Dave?' she asked with fake naivety.

'They were blue and yellow piece of pipe, Lucy. Have you seen them?' Dave chuckled.

'Erm, I think I saw something like that being dripped in those bathtubs!' Louisa laughed. Amy and Chloe rolled their eyes. The set up was so obvious and predicable.

'Oh dear. It seem that unfortunately the pieces of pipe have been dropped into the bath tubs behind you.' Amy, Chloe and Dave turned round to face the large bathtubs, brimming with white foam. 'I guess you'll just have to climb in, find one piece, climb out again and fix the piece of pipe over here.' He gestured to the sides of the set. 'All the pipe pieces are the same, you just have to find them and screw them together.'

Amy and Chloe looked at the giggling celebs with even more hatred than before. This latest stunt made them even more determined to win the game.

'And to make it a little bit more difficult for you,' Dave continued, 'Lucy and Louisa are armed with splurge guns. I'm sure that they'll be squirting you to make your job of fixing the shower more difficult. Each piece of the pipe is worth 20 points and the winner Well I think we both know what's at stake here!' Dave chuckled manically again.

Amy and Chloe looked over at the bathtubs apprehensively. It was going to be a messy game for them, but it would be worth the reward if they win. They tried to block out the discomfort of getting messy, focusing on Louisa and Lucy in their shower cubicles.

'Amy and Chloe, without further ado,' Dave started, 'it's time to start the final game. Get set Go!'

Amy and Chloe wasted no time and raced towards the bathtub. Chloe took a breath and leant over the side of the tub, rummaging her hands in the tub trying to locate a piece of pipe. It was no use, it was too deep. Her hands, arms and face were covered in white foamy goo. She looked up to see Amy climbing out of her tub with a piece of pie in her hand. Resigned to her fate, she pushed herself face first deep into the bathtub. Her entire body submerged under the foam, her bare feet sticking out and kicking as she rummaged in the foam. She found a piece of pipe and jumped out of the tub as quickly as she could.

As soon as Chloe was out of the tub, she was hit with a long squirt of foam, expertly aimed by Lucy, straight to her face. It put Chloe off balance for a split second, then she lifted her hand to her face to protect herself and ran to put the piece of pipe in place as the barrage of foam continued to be squirted at her.

Before starting the game, Amy had a strategy in mind. She knew that she'd have to get in the tub and get messy, she put that to the back of her mind, and the thought of dunking Louisa spurning her along. She ran up and vaulted into the tub as soon as Dave started the game, she entered the tub at the thinnest end, then, covered in the white fluffy gooey foam, she shuffled on her bare knees, her hands by her sides on the base, down the length of the tub, pushing all the pipe pieces to the far end of the tub. When she reached the end, she grabbed a piece and vaulted back out of the tub. She too was greeted by a spraying of foam, but hers was from Louisa. She didn't break stride, even though her swimsuit clad bottom received a good pelting as she put the first piece of pipe in place.

With the other pieces located already, Amy went back to the far edge of the bathtub and vaulted in once more, immediately picking out a pie and climbing out again. Scraping the white goo from her eyes she made her way to put the next piece of pipe in place.

Chloe was back in the tub rummaging for another piece of pipe. She quickly located one and climbed out of the tub. Again she received a squirting of foam form Lucy, but undeterred, she slipped across the messy floor, the white foam squishing between her bare toes as she moved, and screwed the pipe in its place. All the time, Lucy was giving Chloe's back, bum and thighs a good dowsing from her foam cannon.

Amy was screwing in her third piece of pipe. Louisa was aiming her foam cannon at Amy's bare legs, covering them in goo. She was trying desperately to slow her down, but it wasn't working. Amy squealed as Louisa's foam cannon moved down to her feet. Louisa's next tactic was to try and make the floor slippery to slow Amy down. It wasn't working. Amy was too determined. She raced back to the bathtub, slipping in and out quickly, a piece of pipe in her hand and her swimsuit clad body dripping in goo.

Chloe was still in her tub rummaging around for a piece of pipe. Her entire body was submerged under the foam. Her head occasionally bobbed out as she gasped for air, but Lucy was getting more accurate with her foam gun, and every time Chloe's head appeared, her dark hair and grimacing face received a splurge of white goo. Eventually, she found a piece and crawled from the bathtub. She tried to see how many pieces Amy had screwed in place, but all she got was a squirting of foam to her face.

Amy was putting her penultimate piece of pipe into place. Louisa was frantically squirting her up and down her body with her foam cannon, but it was no use. Amy was too determined to win the game, the soaking of foam was not effecting her at all. Inwardly, Louisa shook her head in dismay at how someone could be so determined to her messy all because she disliked her singing and her song so much. Still, Louisa was not going down without a fight. Louisa continued to try and put Amy off by squirting her with foam as Amy ran over and jumped back into the tub.

Both Amy and Chloe were in their respective tubs now, only Amy was looking for her final piece. It didn't take long for either of them to locate the pieces and emerge from their tubs simultaneously. Amy was panicked. She thought that Chloe was screwing in her final piece too. Amy was a split second slower out of her tub that Chloe. Both girls received a volley of goo in the faces from their celebs, Amy sighed and was almost resigned to losing as she looked over at Chloe screwing her piece in place. Still, Amy went through the motion of putting the piece of pipe into the end of her pipe chain. She looked over at Chloe.

It was then that Amy realised that Chloe was not finished. Chloe was slipping and sliding back to her bathtub, only four pieces of pipe in place. With renewed excitement and vigour, Amy screwed the pipe in place with a final turn. She stood up, the spray of foam from Louisa's cannon was disconnect. The shower above Louisa began to rumble. Amy wiped her eyes and face clean of gooey foam and looked at the miserable celeb. Chloe stopped too, she was about to climb into the bathtub when she realised Amy had won the game. She turned around to check.

A torrent of light blue gunge tipped from the numerous holes in the shower head above Louisa's head. She squealed and screamed as the slime sprayed out over her long blonde hair. She lifted her hands to her head to try and protect herself. It was no use. Her swimsuit clad body received a good thorough spraying of sticky blue slime. Her bare shoulders receiving a dousing, the slime dribbling over her soft skin and down the front of her strapless swimsuit. She could feel the unconformable trickle of goo running over her chest, between her breasts and filling the swimsuit, making her tummy bulge. The slime sloshing inside her suit as she moved to try and avoid the deluge.

Louisa stamped her bare feet in the growing puddle of slime on the floor, the feeling of the runny goo between her bare toes repulsing her. Streams of blue slime ran over her swimsuit and down her bare thighs and legs, dripping off the skirt detail of her 1950s swimming costume. She shivered with disgust as the stream stopped.

Dave entered the set, bouncing with enthusiasm. 'Well, what a fantastic final game that was!' he shouted to the cheering of the audience. Amy and Chloe were both ushered towards Dave, they moved whilst scraping off the white foam from their faces, arms and bodies. 'Well done, Amy, not only did you win the game, but you also give Louisa a bit of a sliming! And with five pieces of pipe in place, that's 100 points for you!' Amy cheered as did Lucy in the background. Lucy looked over at Louisa dripping in blue slime. She smiled to herself, knowing that not only had she dodged this gunging, but also the gunk dunk.

'Chloe,' Dave continued, 'you did get four pieces of pipe, so that's 80 points for you!' Chloe cheered, she too had worked out that she would not get the chance to dunk Lucy, but having pied her and had her gunged in the first game, it wasn't too bad. It was just a shame that Lucy was able to inflict a forfeit on her in the last game and she was a little bit disappointed as she felt that she had got messier than Lucy throughout the show. In her disappointment, she had even forgotten that she was also owed a forfeit now. Lucy, however, hadn't forgotten.

'Chloe, Chloe, Chloe,' Dave put his arm around the upset contestant, 'you lost the game, so that means that you've got a forfeit to do!' Dave laughed, Lucy was clearly delighted, giggling in the background.

'Oh no! That's not fair!' Protested Chloe, 'I'm already covered in goo!' she looked down at her foam covered body, her face was the only part of her that was clean after she had wiped it after the game ended.

'Those are the rules!' Lucy giggled excitedly as she exited from the shower cubicle.

'That's true, Chloe!' Dave chuckled, 'for your forfeit, you have to replace Lucy in the shower!'

Reluctantly, Chloe smeared the white goo down her arms and turned to the shower.

'Wait!' exclaimed Lucy, 'it won't work until the final piece or pipe is in place!' she laughed.

'Oh yes, that's right,' laughed Dave.

'You'll 'av t'get it!' snorted Chloe to Lucy in a final act of defiance.

'I don't think that's fair, Chloe!' Dave replied,' you lost the game, so I think it's only fair you get back in the tub and find the piece of pipe!'

The audience cheered encouragingly and Chloe shot Lucy a glance of annoyance. Reluctantly, Chloe lifted herself onto the rim of the tub and sunk her bare feet back into the foamy gloop. She shuffled her feet around located the piece with her foot. She crouched down, submerging herself in the white goo once again and lifted the piece out. She climbed back out of the tub and passed the piece to Lucy.

'This is so unfair!' Chloe complained. She passed Lucy the piece, making sure that she splattered as much white goo over the celeb as she could, then she made her way to the shower cubicle. She stood under the nozzle and looked up, then she looked to the side to see Louisa shivering covered in watery blue slime.

Lucy laughed and made her way to the section of pipe and began slowly screwing in the last piece. Chloe looked at the foam cannon mounted in front of her. She wondered if it was still working. Lucy was bent over, her swimsuit clad bum in the air facing her. There was only one way to find out. Chloe took hold of the cannon and squeezed the trigger. To Chloe's delight it was still working. A jet of white slimy foam shot out soaking Lucy's bare ankles. Lucy squealed and turned around only for Chloe to readjust her aim and send a stream of goo over the poor celeb's face. The studio filled with the sound of laughter.

Lucy quickly turned around and carried on screwing the pipe in. Lucy's back gave Chloe another target to aim at. She directed the stream of foam straight at the celeb's pert little bum, covering it and soaking the back of her soft thighs with white goo. She trained the stream up Lucy's back and saturated the back of her head. Then the foam cannon stopped.

Chloe looked down to see why the cannon wasn't working. Then she worked out why. Lucy was standing up now, white slop dripping from her back but a big smile on her face. The pipe was in place. The shower above Chloe's head shook and rumbled.

Chloe tensed her body in anticipation. Then she felt the spraying of grey runny goo soaking her hair. She looked up at Lucy who was laughing wildly. The grey slime cascaded over her head, washing off the white foamy goo and replacing it with a cold viscous coating over her exposed skin. Her shoulders and arms received a through dousing, her swimsuit filling with slime. She squirmed under the spray as the goo invaded her costume, saturating her boobs and running down her cleavage over her tummy. The slime drenched her sensitive skin under the swimsuit and flowed out from her leg holes, trickling how her bare thighs, washing the foam from her legs. She shook her hands as the last bits of white foam were replaced with slime.

Chloe's hair that was neatly tied in a bun on her head was now slimy and dishevelled hanging limply off her head. She looked at her poor bare feet, the washed off foam was mixed with the grey gunge under her soles and squishing between her toes. It felt disgusting. Every inch of her body was covered in cold slime making the feeling of being covered in the warmer foam a pleasure in comparison. Finally the torrent of gunge stopped and Chloe wiped the slime from her eyes. She looked at Lucy once more. She couldn't believe how much Lucy had enjoyed humiliating her once again. The first time by being rude at the restaurant and today by pieing and sliming her.

'Well done Lucy, you delivered that forfeit perfectly!' Dave joked. 'I'm sorry that our Chloe there managed to give you a dousing of foam!' he chuckled.

'Thanks Dave! I really enjoyed that! And getting a little bit foamy was horrible, but not as bad as it was for Chloe! She really deserved that forfeit!' Lucy laughed. The audience booed at her arrogance.

'Oh well,' Dave added, 'I don't think the audience agrees with you, I'm sure they would have preferred to have seen you get gunged!' he laughed and the audience cheered in approval.

'Not today!' Lucy laughed cockily.

'Anyway, 'Dave took control once more, 'let's have a look at the final score.' The camera panned to Lucy and Chloe. Chloe had emerged from the tank and stood dripping with gunge next to a beaming, smiling Lucy. 'Chloe has a total of 320 points' The audience cheered, Chloe did a disappointed two thumbs down sign and Lucy grinned and did a little victory dance. 'Amy, you are today's winner with 340 points!' The camera panned to Amy and Louisa, who was also out from under the slime shower. Louisa stood uncomfortably, dripping in thin blue slime, knowing that things were only going to get worse for her.

'I'm sorry, Chloe, that you didn't manage to get Lucy into the gunk dunk. I hope you had a good day anyway!' Dave laughed ironically as Chloe squirmed in her slime covered swimsuit.

'Thanks Dave!' Chloe warmly replied, 'it was fun, except for t'gunging and slimings I got. At least I managed to get Lucy a li'l bit messy!'

'Good stuff. And as for you Lucy, have you learnt your lesson? Will you stop being such a diva and so demanding in restaurants?' Dave asked, turning to Lucy.

'I don't think I'm that bad!' Lucy laughed, white gooey foam still dripping from her bum, down her bare thighs and slipping down her bare heels. 'But I'll try! I'd hate to be brought back on here and face what Louisa's fate!' she nervously laughed.

'Ha ha!' Lovely stuff!' Dave added, 'That's right, Louisa, Amy here won and you have to pay the full price for releasing such dreadful songs! Ha ha! Louisa and Amy, it's time for you to pop off, get cleaned up and prepare yourselves for The gunk dunk!' Dave giggled manically and Louisa and Amy made their way off the set.

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'But before you go, Lucy,' Dave said as Lucy smiled broadly, happy it was not her going in the gunk dunk. 'We've got someone here who wants to deliver a special message for Lucy.'

From the side of the studio, a young girl walked out waving at the audience. She was also dressed in the GYOB t-shirt, with her smiling face and long blonde hair she was clearly Lucy's younger sister.

'Come on here, Holly and let everyone know who you are and why you're here.' Dave encouraged as the young girl joined him. He put his arm around her as she started speaking.

'Hi everyone, I'm Holly Fallon and Lucy is my big sister. I really disappointed that she has won and she won't be getting dunked, although Amy is a worthy winner and Louisa deserves a dunking. I wanted to wish Lucy a happy birthday, she's 22 today. I thought her getting dunked would be a perfect birthday gift!'

'Oh dear. I'm sorry Holly that you won't see Lucy get dunked on her birthday.' Dave consoled. 'But, as you're such a nice girl and it is Lucy's birthday, I have a surprise for you both. Lucy, I think you need to get cleaned up and when you come back, I have a special birthday present form Holly for you!'

Lucy's face soon changed from happy and smiling to completely shocked. 'No! That's not fair! Holly! I can't believe you've done this!' Chloe looked at Lucy and Holly and giggled. She may not have won, but this might just be a satisfying ending after all.

Holly stuck her tongue out at Lucy and laughed. Lucy shook her head and looked down at her feet in dismay, her long blonde hair, which was no longer tied up after the last game, obscuring her face.

'Go on then, Lucy. Get clean and changed and come back here.' Dave ushered Lucy off the studio floor.

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'Whilst we wait for Lucy to come back We have time to meet one more person who was lucky enough to not come on the show and face the gunk dunk.' Dave laughed. The lights came up on the audience as everyone looked left and right at their friends, partners, colleagues and acquaintances wondering Dave was going to pick on them.

'So the final person I want to play a game is someone who was nominated an unprecedented eight times by eight different people!' Dave chuckled. 'It's a lecturer who is here today with her students.' A group of people started laughing and giggling in the audience. The lights over the audience dimmed and honed in on the giggling parties. Dave walked over to the group

Nursing lecturer there with her students they all wrote in separately to get her on.

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Eventually, Lucy came back out to cheering from the audience. She was told that there were no more GYOB kits, so she had to put on the clothes she came to the studio in, her black leggings and white gypsy style top that left her shoulders bare. Her long blonde hair hung over the soft bare skin as she sheepishly walked over to Dave and her sister.

'Come here, Lucy.' Dave encouragingly laughed as Lucy dragged her heels on her way towards him. She looked behind them and suddenly she was filled with dread. 'So today is Lucy's birthday, and although she won today and won't be getting dunked,' Lucy looked over at the gunk dunk. Louisa was nervously sat above the slime, her bare toes curled around the chair, she too was white with fear. 'Lucy's sister, Holly, has asked that we give her a birthday gunging. So here is it,' Dave and Holly stepped to one side to reveal a gunge tank filled with a tank of bright pink gunge.

'Oh no!' Lucy pleaded. 'Please don't. I have no other clothes, please don't cover me in more gunge! I won! This isn't fair! These are my favourite heels!' she added pointing to the little black kitten heels on her feet.

Holly laughed at her sister's predicament and that she clearly didn't want to get gunged. Holly opened the door and looked at her sister.

'Come on in, Lucy. Take a seat.' Holly laughed.

Reluctantly, Lucy climbed into the gunge tank as the audience cheered and egged her on. She looked up at the holes above her head from where she assessed the gunge will come out of. She looked forward as the door was pushed and clicked closed by Holly. She tucked her feet under her seat and held her hands together on her lap. A strange feeling of butterflies entered her tummy. She looked up once again.

'Well, Holly,' Dave said smiling, 'pull the chain and give your big sister her special birthday present.'

'With pleasure!' Holly said laughing at her sister, who was sitting extremely still under the gunge fountain. 'Happy birthday Lucy!' Holly added as she pulled the chain.

Pink gunge began raining down from the dozens of holes above Lucy's head. Lucy squealed as her perfect blonde hair was splattered by the deluge of gunge. She hunched her shoulders and sat sit as all the gunge came down. Then it stopped. The gunge would only pour for as long as the chain was being pulled. Holly, teasing, pulled the chain once again at the precise moment Lucy looked up to see why the gunge stopped flowing. Her pretty face took the brunt of the next stream of pink gunge. She squealed once more, then realised that opening her mouth was a bad idea. It tasted like pink custard. She allowed it to dribble from her mouth and down her chin. Her perfectly applied makeup was ruined by the slime.

The gunge covered her bare shoulders and started running down her white top turning it pink. The flow of gunge ran inside her top. She wasn't wearing a bra and the gunge trickled over her pert little boobs, running over her nipples which were stiffening. The gunge was surprisingly warm giving her a wonderful feeling as it coated her boobs and dropped from her breasts to her flat tummy, flowing inside her top and then out onto her lap.

She ran her hands over her leggings and thighs, running the warm slime into the material. Holly had stopped the flow of gunge once again and Lucy cleaned her face of gunge and looked at her sister. Holly laughed and pulled the chain once again. Lucy rocked back and the gunge splattered the front of her head and over her boobs once more. She hated the feeling of the goo slithering down her back.

Lucy swung her legs under her chair, she pulled her feet from her shoes and sheltered them from the gunge under her seat. The flow of gunge stopped once again giving Lucy a moment to run her hands over her arms, shuddering at the feeling of the slime on her skin. She leant forward and saw her shoes at the bottom of the tank. Holly pulled the chain and the gunge started flowing once more. Lucy's back was splattered by the gunge making the thin material cling to her skin. The gunge slopped down her legs as Lucy rubbed her thighs.

The gunge flow stopped once again. Lucy looked down at her shoes. They were filled with pink gunge. Tentatively, she pushed her bare feet back into her shoes. Her red toenails disappeared in the slime which ran between her toes as she pushed them into her shoes. She trembled with disgust as she pushed her heels into her shoes, the slime tickling her delicate little feet, squelching under her soft soles.

The gunge came falling down again. Lucy groaned as she slipped her bare feet in and out of her ruined kitten heels with the last trickles of gunge falling onto her head. She pushed her hair back over her head and pulled her top up. She was conscious that the weight of the gunge was pulling her top down and her boobs were completely covered in the sticky slime. She rubbed the gunge over her tummy through her top and shook her hair making goo fly and splatter against the sides of the tank. She grabbed handfuls of slime and flicked it out of the tank in the direction of her sister who was now standing next to Dave.

'Lovely stuff!' Dave commented, 'do you think your sister liked her birthday present?'

Holly laughed back at Dave as Lucy continued to flick gunge at them. 'ha! Yes definitely. She looks great!' Holly smiled, happy that her big sister was well gunged.

'So now it's time for... The gunk dunk!' Dave announced taking the audience's attention to Louisa sat above the gunge and away from Lucy who had a disgusted look on her face and was trying to rub and scrape of the gunge with her hands, rubbing her body and massaging the warm slime over and off her skin.

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Louisa Johnson sat above the gunge, her tanned skin looked almost white matching the colour of her finger and toenails showing just how petrified she was. She sat with her elbows on her knees, her hands by her mouth biting her nails. She had a fresh t-shirt on, a special cropped one that showed off her toned tummy and belly button piercing with her shoulders bare and a tight pair of denim shorts that showed off her long slender legs, a soft material anklet on her right ankle. She had repainted her toenails they had a fresh coating of white nail varnish, but with black varnish, she had carefully written 'Don't' on the toenails of her right foot and 'Gunge' on the toenails of her left foot. The camera panned in on her feet and she waggled her toes to the cheering of the crowd. She made a fist out of hand and put it to her face, opening her mouth wide and biting it nervously.

'How are you feeling, Louisa? Not as confident now are you?' Dave chuckled as he brought everyone's attention to how scared of getting dunked she was. Louisa shook her head. 'Amy, I'm sure you're pleased to have got this far and got Louisa sat on the chair above the gunge!'

'Yes Dave!' Amy answered, her smile beaming across her face. 'I can't wait to get her in the gunge!' Louisa shook her head once more and grimaced. She pointed to the slogan on her feet and waggled her toes again. The thick multi-coloured hue of the gunge tank bubbled and shone blow the celeb's bare feet.

'Good stuff, Amy!' Dave added, 'Louisa, no message on your toes is going to stop us now! You're going down! But from just how high? I'm going to ask you 3 questions, for every one you get wrong, what do we do?'

Amy and the audience joined in with the chant; 'Crank her up!!'

'That's right, we crank you up. How does that make you feel, Louisa?'

Louisa looked at Amy and then Dave and begged 'Please don't do this! The gunk dunk looks horrible and slimy!' As if on cue, the gunk dunk bubbled and gurgled, bit of beans, custard, spaghetti and other foods from the previous games could be seen floating around the gunge.

'It sure is!' Dave laughed. The gunk dunk continued to bubble messily making droplets of gunge spray upwards. Louisa recoiled, pulling her bare feet as far away from the slime as she could. She curled her toes around the footrest in fear, her tanned toes were now almost as white as her nail polish. She looked nervously over to Dave who began asking the first question.

'Louisa, as you're an x-factor winner, all questions will be about x-factor. So you should be getting them all right, shouldn't you?' Dave laughed.

Hearing this made Louisa even more nervous. She rubbed her exposed tummy with her hand whilst continuing to hold her other hand to her mouth. Amy looked over at her, the lever to crank her up in front of her. Amy was relieved that there was no mess involved for her this time and excited to see Louisa get her comeuppance. She ginned at the scared celeb.

'So, Louisa. The original x-factor judges from series 1 were Louis Walsh, Sharon Osbourne and Simon Cowell. But who was the original series 1 presenter?'

'Oh no!' cried Louisa, both hands now to her head, 'I can't remember who it was before Dermot O'Leary, Kate something I think. Oh no. This isn't fair!'

'Do you not know the answer?' Dave taunted.

'It's Kate or Katie something. Will that do?' Louisa pleaded, her bare legs and knees trembled in fear.

'I'm sorry, but I can't accept that! It was a Kate. Kate Thornton to be precise. What do we do?' Dave asked.

'Crank her up!' the audience shouted as Amy pulled a lever causing Louisa's chair to shake and drag Louisa upwards away from the gunge. Louisa shook with fear is it moved, her hands now grasping the sides of the chair.

'How's it looking from up there?' Dave asked, chucking loudly.

'It looks and smells horrible! I'm sorry Amy. I promise never to sing again if you let me off this!' She pleaded in vain. Amy was enjoying her moment too much.

'No chance, Louisa!' Amy laughed. 'You deserve this!'

'Ha ha! There's no going back now, Louisa. Here's your second questions. Who won series 10 of x-factor?'

'I've no idea!' cried Louisa. 'I can't remember! It wasn't Ben Haenow, he won it the year before me. It was either James Arthur or Sam Bailey. I'm going with James Arthur. Yes. Definitely James Arthur.' Louisa's hand were now on her lap, she drummed her bare feet on the footrest confidently and looked over at Dave.

'I'm afraid that's wrong. It was Sam Bailey! You picked the wrong one!' Dave laughed. Louisa bent over and put her head in her hands, her feet stopped drumming and she curled her toes round the edge of the footrest once again.

'No! I can't believe I got that wrong!' Louisa wailed.

'What do we do with Louisa?' Dave asked the audience.

'Crank her up!' Amy and the audience cried. Amy cranked the lever and Louisa clunked up another notch away from the gunk dunk. The bubbling continued but her soft delicate feet were now out of range from the splattering. She looked down with dread.

'Final question, Louisa. When you won x-factor, what percentage of the final vote did you get?' Dave asked, grinning wildly at Louisa.

'Oh, I know this!' Louisa said confidently. 'It was 53 or 54%' She smiled broadly as she looked over to Dave.

'I need a better answer than that, I afraid. I need the percentage to one decimal place, please.' Dave laughed.

Louisa started to fidget and become more uncomfortable. 'It was 53 point something percent. Nearly 54. I think 53.8 percent? Is that right?' Louisa's confidence was starting to wane as she questioned herself.

'Is that your final answer?' Asked Dave.

'Yes, I think so. 53.8%' Louisa answered assertively.

'I'm sorry, but you're wrong. It was 53 point NINE percent. You were slightly out. So what do we do?' Dave chuckled.

'Crank her up!' The baying audience screamed as Louisa clutched onto the chair once more. Her white fingers and toes clinging on for dear life.

'Oh dear Louisa, you may have the x-factor and you may have been on you Best Behaviour today. But what is going to happen to you is not going to be Unpredictable.' Dave chuckled and Louisa cringed as he mentioned the names to her songs. 'Amy, this is the singer whose songs you hate so much, you can't stand having to listen to them playing on the jukebox in the pub you work in. Pull that lever and Get Your Own Back!'

Amy looked up at Louisa who was cowering in fear at the top of the ramp. Her hands on her lap, her chest rapidly rising and falling as she gasped for air, her bare toes curled over the edge of the footrest. Every part of her body and especially her face showed signs of fear and disgust. Amy grasped the level and laughed, 'this is gonna be So Good!' She pulled the lever and watched with glee as the frightened celeb's chair began to move.

Louisa's chair rapidly slid down the rails towards the gunk dunk. Just before it reached the bottom a deluge of red and blue gunge came down cascading in front of the celeb. Louisa reacted to the sight of the slime fountain by lifting her hands from her knees and putting them to her head to try and protect herself whilst leaning back. Her bare toes were the first to receive a soaking. The slime sploshed over her bare feet, coating the top and dribbling down the sides. Her anklet received a slopping as the movement of the chair forces her legs under the slimy torrent of goo. The slime bounced off her bare knees, spraying goo over her thighs and exposed tummy. Then her torso was under the flow of gunge. Her hands and head received a quick rinsing of slime. The goo splattering her loose, long blonde hair. She screamed, but she knew worse was yet to come.

No sooner had Louisa's head emerged from under the flood of gunge, she noticed that she was at the bottom of the ramp. Slime trickled from above down her back making her wince. The chair stopped going forwards, instead it started tilting behind her. Momentum took hold and Louisa felt herself continuing forward without the chair. She screamed once again. I felt like she was hanging in mid-air for an age. The deluge of gunge had given her a good splatter of cold goo. She could feel her cropped t-shirt and tight shorts soggy with slime. Her exposed skin felt wet and horrible with the colourful sludge.

Face first, Louisa entered the gunk dunk. Her arms flailing and outstretched trying to get some sort of balance as she fell. She closed her mouth and eyes as her world went dark, cold and quiet, her entire head sinking to the bottom of the gunk dunk. Her body following. Her shoulders and arms disappeared behind her head, her legs kicking and outstretched too. Her toes, still curled and wishing they were around the footrest again, were the last to disappear.

For a moment, Louisa tied to compose herself under the surface of the gunge. She rolled and adjusted her body so that her legs were under her, she felt for the floor with her feet, then she lifted herself above the surface. Everyone in the studio was cheering and laughing, Amy most of all. Louisa bobbed in the waist deep slop, the depth of the goo to her exposed belly button. She cleared her eyes with her hands and looked up at Amy who was grinning down at her.

At that precise moment, the vat of purple and yellow gunge above the gunk dunk opened up, showering Louisa, to her surprise, with more fowl smelling, sticky slime. Louisa squealed and fell backwards partly out of shock and partly to try and avoid the slimy deluge. Her arms flailed outwards as she fell backwards. Her face, chest and bare tummy receiving the brunt of the gunge. Her bare legs floated upwards showing that her tanned, toned legs and tight shorts were completely saturated with goo. Her anklet was unrecognisable and the 'don't gunge' slogan she had painted on her toenails was unreadable under the layers of thick slime that slithered over her bare feet and between her toes.

The deluge stopped and Louisa stood up once more. This was much worse than the shower gunging or the pies in the previous games. She looked at the gunge in the gunk dunk as it continued to bubble and splutter around her. She could see bits of spaghetti, beans and other fowl foodstuff. She could feel the lumps between her bare toes as she stood up and the feeling of lumpy slime that had invaded her short and cropped top made her feel sick. She knew her underwear was ruined, it felt horrible, clammy and damp against her sensitive parts. Her top stuck uncomfortably to her bare chest, her nipples involuntarily standing on end after having her chest doused repeatedly by cold gunge.

She ran her hands through her long blonde hair. She could feel lumps of goo as she slicked it back. Goodness knows how many times she'll have to wash it to get it clean once again and get the smelly gloop out of it. She squirmed in the gunk dunk, thoroughly sploshed and thoroughly unhappy and disgusted by the experience.

'Well done Amy, you truly did get your own back on our x-factor singer!' Dave chuckled. 'What's it like in there?'

'It's horrible, Dave. I can't believe you and Amy have done this to me! I've got gunge, slime and god knows what all over me: in my hair, in my clothes and stuck to my skin! And it smelly SO bad! I'm never going to be able to get this horrible smell from out of my nostrils!' Louisa whined.

'Oh dear, poor Louisa! And you Amy, how do you feel?' Dave showed a clear lack of sympathy for Louisa, in fact it was obvious that he enjoyed her discomfort and displeasure.

'I feel brilliant!' Amy laughed. 'I'll have that image of Louisa sliding into the gunk dunk every time I hear one of her songs. She looks amazing covered in thick, smelly gunge!'

'Well, that was a brilliant way to end the season! Amy got to dunk Louisa Johnston in me slop and Lucy Fallon from corrie got a gunging from her sister on her birthday.' Dave laughed. 'We also managed to give our audience an opportunity to get their own back on their wife, sister and teacher. So, if you have an annoying amigo, a callous colleague or an irritating relative, get in touch with me and we'll see if we can get them on the show and give you a chance to get your own back on them. Bye bye everyone. Bye bye!'

The screen lit up with a montage from the day's show. Lucy Fallows kicking and screaming as she received the first gunging of the day, Amy forfeit to a grinning Louisa. Louisa not smiling any more as pies rained in on her with Lucy shoving pies into Chloe's face. Louisa and Chloe getting gunged in the showers after the final game. The finally, a slow mo of Louisa, trembling with fear, sliding down the gunk dunk ramp. Her face petrified as she is carried under the curtain of slime dripping from above. The look of shear fear on her face as she face plants the gunk dunk. Her bare feet disappearing under the gunge, toes still curled. Louisa emerging, dripping in slime and mess, wiping her eyes with an unhappy look on her face. The final deluge of slime over her head, face and body and a shot of a jubilant Amy in the background, thoroughly enjoying the proceedings a stark contrast to Louisa's dishevelled, miserable and slimy face.