(Another one of my ridiculous stories)


It was too hot, too humid. Where was the power switch for the air conditioning? Ah, studio power. She turned it on and breathed a sigh of relief as the fans turned on. Sarah peeled herself out of her coveralls. She had been power washing the studio set. Why did she always have to get the studio where the messy shows were filmed. She stood, barefoot in black tank top and grey shorts, her blond hair tied in a ponytail. The set up in this studio was impressive, what looked like an inflatable arena took up most of it, fortunately she only had to clean the outside. She took a swig from her water bottle and looked for a seat. Ah, there was one. Although it was just a wooden plank where the contestant sat. Somewhere to wait until the studio cooled. She looked around. What sort of gameshow was called Cumming or Going?

Suddenly the seat Sarah was on flipped, sending her backwards. She shrieked as she slid uncontrollably headfirst into the arena.

Her head went through some sort of hole in a sheet of plastic. With a click, the hole sealed, with a collar, around her neck. Not uncomfortable, more like the top of a wet suit. There were further clicks around her ankles. Sarah realised she had been sealed in some sort of transparent plastic bag. Only her head and feet were free. She tried to rip it, but it was thick and too tough for her to tear. She got to her feet. She then found there were plastic tubes that attached to the plastic bag. The tubes hung from a contraption above her.

Suddenly a klaxon sounded. On a large screen a blue square was shown. Sarah looked down and saw she was standing in the green quadrant of the arena. The contraption above her buzzed and one of the tubes shuddered. With a splurt the transparent tube turned blue as slime began pumping down it. Sarah shrieked as the slime sprayed against her back. She looked around and saw the blue quadrant of the arena and she waddled over to it. As she entered it, the spray of slime stopped. The slime however was sealed in the bag with her, pooling around her ankles. The klaxon sounded again, this time a red square. Red slime sprayed against her front, getting into her cleavage and inside her tank top. She waddled quickly onto the red quadrant, but not before the bag filled up to the top of her shins.

How was she supposed to stop this? Could she win the game somehow?

When the klaxon sounded again, she was ready, but instead of a coloured square, a cartoon pie appeared. Thick, gooey, white pie cream poured from a tube by her neck, spraying her shoulders, down her back and her chest. Sarah looked around confused and saw a pedestal with a pie on it. She waddled over. She couldn't pick it up, what else could she do. She realised and bent forwards, pushing her face into the pie. The cream stopped. But she had taken a while and was now thigh deep, her clothes and body were covered in mess. She shook her head to try and get some of the pie off her face. The klaxon sounded. The words "Slowest Pace Punishment".

Slowest pace? She was the only one here!

All the tubes started spraying warm chocolate sauce. It covered her body. It was a surprisingly enjoyable sensation after the chilly gunge, but it kept going and she felt it going up her shorts. She gasped as she felt the ooze caress the bottom of her thong. She moaned as she felt it against her crotch. It stopped as it reached her waist. The bag had ballooned out, it would be a large ball when fully filled.

The klaxon sounded. A yellow square. Sarah was having trouble waddling. Only the tubes helped keep her from falling over. She wasn't too far and managed to reach the yellow quadrant as the goo reached mid stomach.

The klaxon sounded. Wheel of misfortune.

What now?

The wheel spun and landed on the word cumming.

There was a thump and from one of the larger tubes an object landed on the ooze inside her bag. It was a vibrator.

You have got to be kidding me.

Sarah thought about it. She looked around even though she knew she was alone. She reached down into the slime and pulled down her shorts. Her thong followed. She stroked the goo against her pussy and biting her lip, slid the vibrator in. Whatever sensors it had read the change in environment, and it started vibrating. Sarah lifted up her top and revealed her bare breasts. She wanted to feel whatever started spraying next over her chest.

The klaxon sounded. Blue square. The vibrator kicked up a notch as thick blue gunge sprayed out of the tubes. She waddled slowly to the edge of the blue quadrant. She waited as the ooze reached her breasts and covered her nipples before stepping across. Her breasts slightly floating in the goo. The bag was nearly full. Waddling was a real effort. What would happen when it was full?

The vibrator increased its pace to high. The klaxon sounded. Race time. Cumming or going?

A door in the side of the arena opened up. A green exit sign above it. Sarah realised she had to get out before she orgasmed. She started waddling. The ooze in all her crevices, the vibrator pulsating her pussy. She was nearly there when a single thought crossed her mind.

Did she really want to get out?

The idea of her cumming and the door shutting triggered the chain reaction of the orgasm she was trying to resist. It was one of the most intense orgasms she had had. The door shut, but Sarah was too busy rubbing her clit, keeping the feeling going. The klaxon sounded and slime pumped into the bag. It pumped until the bag was full. A round inflatable plastic ball, with a head and two feet sticking out. It kept pumping, until the ooze was a morass, a thickening agent of some sort had been added. Sarah's ball was pulled and rolled, until she was horizontal inside it, in the middle of the arena. There were sounds on the other side and she felt something brush against her bare feet. She flinched and then shrieked as feathers brushed against her feet.

Noooo, not tickling.

But she was trapped. Her hands flailing through the muck, unable to do anything to stop it.

There was more noise in front of her. She looked up and a pie splattered into her laughing face. A barrage of pies followed against her unprotected face as feathers tickled her feet.

After several minutes of creamy torture, it stopped. Sarah was rotated upright and then her ball was lowered into a tube that covered the bottom two thirds of the ball. There was a noise and the tube began shrinking, putting pressure onto the already full ball. It started ballooning around the top. Sarah was concerned before the vibrator which had been biding its time on low, suddenly went into high gear again.

Sarah moaned and giggled. She knew what came next. It was going to be her. And then she was going to get it. She reached down and started playing with her clit while tweaking her nipples.

She wound herself up, the bag ballooning as she did before it got to the point of no return, she orgasmed with a scream, eyes tight shut. The collar clicked and fell apart in several sections as a massive spout of thick ooze exploded up and over her head, engulfing her, before splashing back down over.

It was a scene of messy mayhem.

Sarah lay in a pool of ooze, her mostly naked body coated in thick goo, shaking in aftershock of the most intense orgasm of her life. The vibrator still buzzing away between her legs.

She couldn't wait to clean this studio again tomorrow.