This story is one I've had in mind for a while. I have labeled this as an exhibitionist story mainly due to the character's motivations but make no mistake, WAM/sploshing is equally a central focus.
A special acknowledgement is owed to UndignifiedDeeds, the editor for this story. He provided an extraordinary level of proofreading, insights, and recommendations. His attention to detail along with his creative input was invaluable to the story you will find below. Be sure to check and follow his page and share your appreciation for his remarkable stories!
I hope you enjoy and share your thoughts at the end.

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The remnants of the setting sun scattered rays of copper all around Daphne Ridgeley as she leaned on the balcony railing. Her surroundings seemed to fall away as her focus locked in on a single target in the distance: Carroll Stadium.
The sight of it rang a familiar, titillating bell in her mind: a thought that had started the last time she'd been there, and echoed in her mind ever since.

<em>It's wild that all the people that have seen me nude could literally fill that whole place to full capacity.</em>

Two weeks prior at her college commencement, she had been seated in the third row, right in the heart of the stadium. Her eyes had scoured the rows, packed full of people all around her. A speech had been blaring from the surrounding speakers, but the words had barely registered in her ears.

She had received numerous accolades and fulfilled all her ambitions: Four years of diligent work. Magna Cum Laude. Multiple Job offers.

And yet, her thoughts had been fixated on something else: a sign that had welcomed her and the other graduates as they were led through the tunnel.

<strong>MAXIMUM OCCUPANCY</strong>
<strong>12,000 PERSONS</strong>

People around her had clapped and yet she had remained motionless, quiet amongst a sea of gowns that cheered and hollered.

Instead, she had continued to scan. Most of the people around her had been strangers, but she had nevertheless recognized dozens of faces: classmates she had chatted with or sat beside, people that she had seen regularly at the fitness center, coworkers from the same graduating year, or a familiar face from the yearly cram session at the university library during exam week.

<em>Have any of them seen my videos? Would they recognize my body if they looked long enough?</em>

There had been a handful of people she kept up with and socialized outside of class but still kept at arm's length. Usually, lab partners or study buddies during the last two years when the classes had become relevant and difficult.

Names. Birthdays. Aspirations.

That was the bare minimum she had maintained for that group, enough to provide the veneer of friendship and connection, but still distant enough to keep secrets.

<em>So, what would they do if they found out?</em>

Suddenly, a strong breeze wrapped around Daphne, jolting her back to reality as she sharply inhaled and shook her head. She was far from her college graduation. Instead, at present, she found herself back on the balcony, her upper body leaned against a chest height stone railing as she stood limply.

Rather than her cap, her head was adorned with a fabric, floral patterned headband that held back her short, ear length black hair. In the place of her gown, was a maroon racerback tank top that was dappled with sweat within the cleavage of her ample breasts. Her long legs were painted with her usual pair of black leggings.

She had needed a moment of rest. Exhaustion had overtaken her as she had spent the entire day packing, preparing for the next stage of her life after college. Her eyes adjusted to her surroundings as her mind returned to the present

The sky was a radiant orange all around as the sun meandered toward the bottom of the horizon. The warm summer wind against the cool temperatures of the shaded balcony had provided the optimal weather for reflection.

After a long exhale, Daphne took a moment and looked out towards the surrounding area.

The high-rise apartment sat right between her university and downtown Indianapolis, which provided a cozy view and a comfortable distance from the hum of bustling streets below. A corner paradise in an urban jungle.

Silence. Solitude.

Daphne stood there, taking in the view, admiring it as she recouped her energy. Her eyes traced the familiar glass towers glimmering with light before she looked towards her alma mater, Indiana University.

The last two months were nothing short of a whirlwind. Daphne took pride in being in control of all aspects of her life, but when it became overwhelming, she went into lockdown mode. Recently, much of her time had been spent on catching project deadlines, spring exams, job interviews, coordinating with family, and the chaos of packing and moving.

All of it had blended together and created a blizzard of white noise in Daphne's brain. Persistent, uninterrupted buzzing occupied all her thoughts. Relief seemed like a distant place, far from her reach during the mayhem of her senior year.

Until that one sign came into view. Carroll Stadium.

<strong>12,000 PERSONS. 12,000 VIEWS</strong>
The thought was a gentle temple bell, a deafening metallic hum that rang in her mind and seemingly bounced from ear to ear.
<strong>UPLOAD. CONFIRM. SUCCESS.</strong>

Memories flashed in her mind, the first time she let herself completely lose control. The way her body had reacted to the experience. The fact that it had all been recorded on camera. The decision and follow through when she actually uploaded it.

The written reactions from online strangers and anonymous onlookers and how detailed they were with their appreciation.

<strong>5,000 LIKES, 300 COMMENTS.</strong>

Daphne smiled to herself as she stared at the stadium from a distance, she relished in the epiphany that snapped her out of the chaotic haze. The flush of arousal that had swelled in her as she wrapped her head around the thought of all those eyes gazing at her nude form, how they watched her writhe in pleasure, how they praised and gave her validation despite showing the world her lewd and wanton surrender.

<em>It's been a while.</em>

A slow wave of heat radiated from her neck, flowed down her arms and chest then it pooled in her stomach and continued downward until it reached between her legs. Her clit responded and pulsed with a low throb.

Release. Escape.

All the chaos and mental stress had distracted her. Additionally, there had been a revolving door of classmates and family that kept Daphne from any meaningful alone time.

Her attention shifted as she turned and looked back inside the apartment, her eyes fixated on the stacks of cardboard boxes behind the sliding glass door. The boxes with her name neatly stickered on them occupied a small corner in a short stack. In contrast, the mix of boxes that were carelessly marked with the words "HARPER'S STUFF NO TOUCHEY" belonged to her roommate. Despite the messy labeling, Harper's stacks were much taller and had taken up most of the room.

<em>Yuck. I still have so much more to pack and the truck shows up in a couple days. Ughh.</em> Daphne groaned to herself.

Reluctantly leaving the warm breeze, Daphne walked back inside the apartment, the balcony door thudding behind her as she huffed and made her way through the maze of boxes in the living room. She carefully brushed past Harper's stack, ensuring she didn't tip over the open box at the top that was visibly filled with her roommate's esoteric goods: a jumble of long selenite crystal wands and dangly rows of beads that surrounded the open flap.

Once she made it safely around, Daphne passed her own meager stack of boxes. All of hers were sealed except for the one holding her daily use items, a tall box that included a yoga mat and pairs of running shoes.

Despite her athleticism, Daphne still needed to ensure that she was hydrated before she continued packing. Her sock-wrapped feet padded along the living room carpet until they gently came in contact with the tiled kitchen flooring.

Bright cool light bathed her face as she opened the fridge and cracked open a bottle of water. Daphne exhaled with satisfaction as she drank.

<em>I technically have the apartment to myself right now. Harp only left for her shift a couple hours ago. Maybe if I just</em>

Cool, icy water soothed her throat as she stood in front of the fridge and finished her bottle. There, she focused on the dry-erase board that was attached to the mirrored surface of the stainless-steel fridge. It displayed a calendar with various marker-written notes, smileys and a photo of the two girls attached below it.

The board acted as daily forecast for the two women that shared the apartment. Daphne and Harper were in the same graduation year and had both received job offers for their respective fields in the weeks that led up to graduation. Daphne received an offer to work at an archives office in Michigan whereas Harper secured a full-time position at a hospital in South Bend. Despite this, Daphne's prior work as a library assistant concluded last week, while Harper still had to work an on-call schedule as she caught up on missed residency hours.

Or, so Daphne thought.

"3:00 PM-11:00 PM 3-8 LAST DAY LETS GOOO!" Harper's note read on today's date.

Panic, excitement, and uncertainty hit her all at once as she stared at the smudged note.

<em>Shit! Today is her last day? I guess it's now or never, how much time do I-</em>

Daphne's eyes snapped, as she looked at the digital numbers of the clock on the stove.

<strong>7:13 PM</strong>

Her hands felt clammy as she felt herself at a crossroad. She crushed the water bottle then tossed it into the bin as she made her way back towards the boxy labyrinth of their living room.

<em>I can just do it quickly! No need to be extra. Or maybe will it be better after I move? Then I can be all alone. But fuck, it's been so long.</em>

She stared at the boxes for another minute as she rubbed her temples. Then she looked back out the balcony view. There she saw the stadium once more. The temple bell in her mind rang again.

<strong>12,000 PERSONS. 12,000 VIEWS</strong>

Her buxom chest rose and fell under her tight shirt as her heart raced. A creeping flush of red began to speckle there, complemented by the spreading pink hue that dappled her freckled cheeks. The epiphany that had hit her at the stadium lit the embers of her arousal that she had kept suppressed for the past couple of months. The opportunity that this moment of alone time provided her sent a thrill surging through her like a strong gale, feeding the hungering desire that had been left without release for so long.

She reached for the phone in her pocket and checked the time on the lock screen.

<strong>7:15 PM</strong>

<em>Fuck it, I need this right now.</em>

Daphne pocketed her phone and eagerly dashed to her empty room. Her feet shuffled along the floors. Steps echoed in the space that was currently occupied by just her bed and two large moving boxes. She reached for her backpack that lay against the closet door and extracted her laptop. She quickly sat herself on her bed, cross legged as the sticker-lined computer sat on her thighs.

She looked around the room, acting as if she wasn't alone, before a smirk appeared on her lips. Her fingers clattered along the keyboard as she typed with shaky hands.

<strong>MessyMysteryMinx.com</strong>

The site loaded a bland, gray minimalist age verification screen followed by the prompt to login or sign up. Daphne giggled as she selected the login and typed in her administrative credentials.

She released a deep exhale as the front page loaded in a snap after she entered her login. Even though she had created the entire website, seeing the page in this final form still felt surreal to her.

<strong>WELCOME TO MESSY MYSTERY MINX
-Watch me as I get wild and messy in my personal playtime!-</strong>

The website banner featured a dim silhouette of her full-frontal body laying sideways. She was completely nude, but coated head to toe in rich, velvety milk chocolate sauce, which hid her recognizable features but provided a delectable silhouette of her large breasts. There were mixed lines of black, drizzled dark chocolate that trailed across her stomach and pooled in her navel. Only one bit of her pale skin showed in the photo; a small palm sized smear at the side of her hips. A swipe from a last-minute hand reposition as the timer clicked.

"Who could that be?" Daphne giggled as she remembered the details from the night she took the photo. The text from Harper that said she wouldn't be home till 2 AM. The way the chocolate syrup had mixed perfectly with batter and created a thick consistency and paint-like coverage. The ease of throwing plastic drop cloths over her bed, which protected them from the chocolate statue that posed and later masturbated on top of them.

Her eyes had a blurry line across them in the photo that provided a modicum of anonymity, but the chocolate coating did the heavy lifting to hide her identity.
Daphne could only grin as she scrolled down and looked at her new favorite number. The tracker that had counted the number of unique viewers to her website.

<strong>12,590 VIEWS</strong>
<em>Oh shit! Guess I got a bit more popular since last time.</em>

She scrolled back up and clicked on one of the side icons. Afterwards, the page changed to a timeline that showed her previous posts.

<strong>LAST POST</strong>
<strong>- Brownie Batter Madness: Tried to make some brownies but ended up with too much batter. Thankfully found a fun way to make sure it didn't go to waste. This time I have a "friend" to help me out - 3 months ago. 5 new out of 50 comments. 2,000 views, 1200 likes.</strong>

The post included a download link for a video file alongside a set of photos that displayed thumbnails of the progression of mess in the attached video.

The first was a photo of her squatting--as best as a 6'3" woman could squat in a small apartment bathtub-- naked except for the black censor bar that covered her eyes. Her primary and signature edit to her videos before her body found itself coated in mess. The bar also stood in stark contrast to everything around her as the rest of her pale body blended in with the white tile behind her figure.

The second photo was her sitting in the tub and upending a large mixing bowl above her head. A waterfall of liquid fudge splattered across her face. The rich ooze slathered her features. It masked her eyes turning them into unrecognizable dimples under the sheet of fudgy slime. The shape of her nose was present but hidden under layers of cocoa. The fudge dripped further down. It painted thick chocolatey lines that coated her flushed chest, tapered beads of fudge that precariously dribbled right along her hard, coated nipples and drizzled a heavy line that ran the full length of her cleavage, down across her stomach, in her navel and collected between her legs.

The last photo was the money shot; her body laying in the tub, unrecognizable and slathered head to toe in dark brown ooze, her face a formless mask of batter with a gaping mouth hole as she moaned. A pink toy stood out as it blurred mid-penetration between her legs. Of course, it was the most liked photo from the preview set.

<em>God, that was so fun.</em>

Daphne felt an amplified wave of heat radiate all over her body as she sat there and looked at the increased number of likes on that post. An intimate burning feeling resonated throughout her face and cheeks. The urge to touch herself as she imagined all the eyes watching her was growing, creeping.

Her mind sent signals to her hands and fingers, telling her to strip off her leggings and panties and to rub her clit or finger fuck herself.

<em>Mmmm. What did the new viewers say?</em>

The validation from showing off was just as arousing as the act itself. She blocked the desire to start teasing herself for now, instead guiding her hand back to the track pad of the laptop as she hoped to read any of the newer comments on the post. As much as she loved imagining, reading the sleaze and direct words of those that lusted for her was a special kind of high that really got her going and made her release even more satisfying.

After she clicked on the post, she noticed it only had 5 new comments. Still, 5 was better than none and even the small amount of attention caused her clit to throb once more. Unfortunately, it was far from a titillating read. Most of the newer comments that she had were just inquiries as to when she would post again.

<em>Aw, appreciate them checking. Guess I better update them soon.</em>

A grin followed the thought, but even more than she wanted to indulge her fans, she wanted to get herself warmed up. She scrolled to check if her most lecherous collection of comments had been updated. The most lewd and active comment section on her site was from her most popular video, the one that started it all.
Her cursor clicked on a tab on the upper left, setting the posts to be sorted by popularity rather than upload date. Despite having posted several times, her first video was still her most liked to date and continued to gather the most engagement.

<strong>- My Messy Mishap: Watch me become a messy slut. Been pent up the whole day and had to make this video for class. Got a bit carried away with some mistakes but as you'll see I learn to find a way to vent my anger. Watch as life keeps throwing me pies and I end up making orgasms out of them. Hope to post more soon so stay tuned. - 7 months ago. 27 new out of 327 comments. 6,800 views, 6000 likes.</strong>

"Holy shit." Daphne felt her arousal take the breath out of her mouth as she whispered. Her body was on fire as she saw the double digit jump in the comments. Prior to the cacophony of graduation and final terms, the number of new comments that posted on her site had hit a lull.

She had only received a comment here and there and they generally stayed within the realm of single word posts or simple emojis. Periodically she would get regular users that consistently gave their input. These were the comments that set Daphne's arousal alight, as they usually detailed the exact aspects of her actions or body that they enjoyed, much to her pleasure.

<em>27 new ones! That's so many! I can't wait to read them.</em>

The number made her clit pulse once more, and this time she was going for it. No more waiting. Her eyes fixated on a different set of numbers on the bottom right corner of her laptop.

<strong>7:25 PM</strong>
<em>Just enough time even for one, maybe two. Probably three.</em>

The initially quiet room was now occupied by frantic movement. Daphne had placed her laptop to her side as she laid flat on her back on the bed. Her shaky hands gripped the waistband of her panties and leggings as she slid both off at the same time, causing her phone to fall out from the shallow pocket and land beside her as she tossed the clothes on the floor.
The cool air of the mostly empty room caressed her exposed legs and pussy, but the warmth of her aroused state kept her from feeling any chill. Even when her tank top and bra soon joined the other clothes on the floor, her nude body maintained a level of warmth that needed to be relieved.

<em>Where the fuck is my dildo?</em>

The list of new comments on her laptop eagerly waited as Daphne tried her best to recollect where she had stored her reading companion. She sat completely naked on her bed, her eyes scanned the boxes around her room as she tried to guess which one held her silicone secret. But her left hand had other ideas. As she sat there, it had crept from resting at her side on the bare white sheets, inched over her thighs and found its way right on her needy clit.
"Ohhhh"

Daphne moaned as her middle finger gently rubbed her throbbing clit in a slow, circular motion. Her eyes glazed over, though she wanted to keep looking and allow her needy pussy to get filled after such a long time of being drawn away, but her patience had worn thin.

Reading the comments as she fucked herself with the toy had become her second favorite way of masturbating. She had spent many nights imagining strangers fucking her, over and over, as she read their deepest, darkest desires of what they would love to do to such a messy, horny slut like her.

She continued to moan while her left hand danced a slow, and wet pirouette between her legs. Resigned to using her hands, she leaned her back fully against the headrest as she slid down slightly. Her ample nude rear caused the sheets to bunch under her as she adjusted herself and prepared to continue. Her right hand eagerly shifted the laptop screen and finally clicked on the post.

<strong>- My Messy Mishap..27 new out of 327 comments..</strong>
<strong>*Click. Shlick. Shlick*</strong>

"Ohhh yes."

Soon the page loaded and the preview section popped up. This post had a short trailer rather than thumbnails for the previews. Likely, one of the reasons it remained as her most popular post.

The trailer auto played at the top of the page as she read the new comments right under the preview. The clip started with Daphne standing in the kitchen. Besides the usual post-production censor across her eyes, she donned a floral apron which hid a white long sleeve V-neck and a pastel blue tennis skirt. Her hair was still the same: A black, ear-length bob cut. In the video, she provided a quick introduction.

It was supposed to be an assignment for her public speaking class: Record yourself giving a lecture and present it to the group. Daphne had decided to try and make a video showing how to make black and white cake. Sadly, a series of mishaps had caused her to lash out, but rather than falling into further anger, she had felt something else.

The video preview transitioned from the intro to Daphne yelling at the stand mixer as it spun too fast and sprayed thick yellow cake batter all over her face and apron. In a fit, she thrashed and tried to take off her apron, but ended up tearing it along with the top hem of her shirt, exposing her bra and stomach to the spray of batter. The trailer captured the moment when a switch had flicked in her. As she stood there, her exposed chest rose and fell with hard breaths. Batter dripped off her face, down her cleavage, and along her torso. She glared right at the camera.

At last, she had a witness. A blinking red light stared back as Daphne had let herself go and become undone. The delicate persona she had rehearsed was broken down and reduced to a messy lunatic and yet, her identity was still hidden. A thick layer of batter, an unusual but soothing shield enveloped her face and hid her features. The realization that onlookers could see her abandon all of her inhibitions and let go; give in to her deepest desires and yet never know who it was under the messy mask ignited a thrilling sensation which she had never felt before.

Her immediate reaction following the lustful epiphany encompassed the last 40 seconds of the preview. The transition moved to a shot of Daphne laying on her back, on the floor of the kitchen, now fully naked with her clothes completely discarded all around her. Her body was almost entirely covered with the oozing, yellow batter as she frantically smeared handfuls of chocolate frosting all over her face and bouncing breasts with one hand while her other pistoned two fingers in and out of her pussy. As her moans echoed, the preview faded to black.

Needless to say, she had submitted a different video for class. Though she had certainly orgasmed to the idea of 'accidentally' sharing it with her group. Daphne had often indulged in this fantasy, doubly so since her group was all guys.
"Ohhhhh, fuck me."

Back on her bed, Daphne continued to moan and masturbate as she read the newest comments from the video. Sweat from her body had dappled all over the sheets as she diddled herself from all the lecherous words and directions.

<strong>Anonymous 1131: love how u fuck urself harder while feeling messy frosting all on ur face.</strong>
<em>Ohhh, yes ohhh.</em>
<strong>MessFanAndy: Clearly wanted something deeper in you, wish I was there to fuck you</strong>
<em>Me too. Wish I had my dildo right now.</em>
<strong>Anonymous101: I would have loved to walk in seeing you whore self like that, drag you by hair to counter and fill your pussy from behind you while dumping more batter over head of my messy slut.</strong>
<em>Oh my god, yes!</em>
Her right hand withdrew from the track pad and joined her left, two fingers plunged in her pussy as the other continued to firmly circle her clit. Daphne eagerly visualized herself getting fucked in the mess.
"Mmm yes, so close!" Daphne cried out in pleasure.
But as she felt her climax approach, her mind started to wander away from the comments as she felt her nerves tighten. Her eyes drifted from the comments to the time on her computer.
<strong>7:37 PM</strong>
<em>Fuck, I wish I could make one last post before the move. That would feel so n-</em>
<strong>*BZZZT BZZZT BZZZT*</strong>

Daphne yelped as her phone vibrated on the sheets right beside her nude body.

<em>What the fuck! I was so close! I swear, she better not have left early or something.</em>

An annoyed sigh escaped her lips as Daphne paused her masturbation. Her clit-rubbing hand reached for her phone while her other withdrew two wet fingers out of her pussy, but remained between her legs. Ready to continue to a hasty orgasm if Harper was already on her way home.

Instead, a massive grin spread across Daphne's face as she read the two messages that glowed on her phone screen.
<strong>Harper Brankovic: Heads up having to stay till 1 AM tonight rather than being out early. Booooooooo.</strong>
<strong>Harper Brankovic: Bright side tho, Anne got me ice cream cake for last day, lmk if you want more than one slice for later!</strong>

"No fucking way." Daphne whispered to her phone as she felt a great warm throbbing between her legs.
She giggled as she realized that she would get to savour the last bit of alone time she had at the apartment. No restraint, no holding back.
Her eyes flicked to the time on the laptop.
<strong>7:38 PM</strong>
<em>More than enough time now. Fuck, I'm gonna love this.</em>
Daphne grinned as she withdrew her hand from her legs, and closed her laptop. She was ready to finally have another messy orgasm. She clambered off her bed and sauntered nude out of her room and towards the kitchen.

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Scene 2
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With a red floral whisk in hand, Daphne stood naked in the kitchen. Her face maintained a smile as she had spent the last hour diligently mixing over the dimly lit counters, her toes curling and wiggling against the icy tiles below. She looked down on three large mixing bowls. All three were filled with a dark purple cake batter with varying levels of mix and consistency as she progressed and stirred each one.

"At least I won't have to pack these in the boxes," She chuckled to herself as she looked at the large pile of at least a dozen discarded cake mix packages of mixed colors inside of a large trashbag that rested on the floor beside her. Initially a mix of white, blue and red, they had combined into their current hue. Anytime she saw these on clearance at the grocery store, she would buy them and store them in a discreet box at a forgotten corner of their pantry. It was labeled *Oatmeal*, a sigil that staved Harper and her prying curiosity away from her secret stash of baking goods.
Though Daphne worked hard to keep her secret obsession to herself, Harper was still her closest friend. The two girls had met during first day orientation four years ago, strangers left together after everyone else in the group had paired off. Though initially terse and quiet with each other, they bonded and warmed up after they found themselves teasing and making fun of all the others in the group.

The two took a selfie together after that moment, one that Harper printed and Daphne decorated with stickers. The printed photo was the one attached to the bottom of the dry erase board on the fridge, which now faced Daphne's nude back as she continued to stir the last batter filled bowl.
After that initial meeting the two had become inseparable and had moved into the shared apartment after their first year in the dorms. Classmates and shared friends were always amused by the two girls due to the contrast of their appearance. Daphne was--quite--tall, she stood at about 6'3, maintained an athletic build but still supported a buxom chest and a noticeably plump rear. Classmates always told her to join the WNBA or become a model, but her coordination was always lacking. Meanwhile Harper, the imp, barely exceeded 5'2 and stood on a skinny frame. Despite this, she was always the more energetic one. They would become best friends despite learning just how different they were from each other.

<strong>*Clack! Clack!*</strong>

Daphne tapped the whisk gently on the side of the first bowl, making sure the thick ropes of purple batter dripped into the bowl before dropping the stained whisk into the sink. She reached for the sprayer beside the faucet and quickly rinsed it off. Before stepping away she chuckled to herself as she looked at the floral whisk.

<em>Man, they really wanted me to get into baking. Guess I kinda did that. Sort of.</em>

She shook her head as she remembered her family making a big deal about keeping up with traditional "lady-like" skills after they bought her the fancy bakeware set that included the floral whisk before she went off to college and moved to the "big city."

Daphne grew up in rural Indiana and came from a large, lower income family but good god nobody would have ever guessed that if they saw her. Meticulous. Elegant. Independent. She maintained a crafted image for all aspects of her life ranging from her self-tailored preppy clothing to the rigid routine of grooming, exercise, and work. Control. She was obsessed with holding the reins. A facade of confidence. Fueled by validation from those that praised her. To the few that saw behind the curtain, they knew that she was a one-woman show, able to keep up the play with a small audience but would buckle if the crowd got too large, rowdy, or aware.

"Okay." Daphne murmured to herself as she dried her hands and prepared to transport the first batter bowl to the bathroom. Before she did, she checked the clock again, reading the digital numbers on the stove once more.

<strong>8:40 PM</strong>

<em>Ok, still good on time.</em>

Daphne grinned as she picked up the bowl, careful not to spill as she walked it to the shared bathroom. The habit became a regular one for her, especially when Harper was out and working late. As much as she enjoyed her dirty secret, Daphne was very guarded about it. Shame and embarrassment always crept in her mind when she considered getting caught.Throughout her life she was frequently teased by family, friends, even Harper for how often she "tried too hard" to maintain her body and her looks. And yet, here she was, ready to slather that image under layers of mess. Years of her life were spent to craft the image of Daphne, the prim and proper girl, only for MessyMysteryMinx to manifest from her shadow and act as the messy devil on her shoulder.

Despite the conflict between good and slutty within her, Harper always acted as a little imp that bounced between both sides. She always tried to push Daphne to question her own motivations and bugged her about "doing your own thing" even when the imp had no clue what was really going on. Though, Daphne always figured that if anybody somehow found out about her messy reality, that Harper would be the one that would make her feel the least embarrassed. Hell, the little imp probably would have advocated her to do it more often if she knew.

Harper was always fiercely loyal to Daphne and frequently stuck up for her. Though their differences in how they were raised tended to manifest in amusing ways. Harper was from Chicago. She claimed her family was middle class, which they <em>totally</em> were. Details here and there would hint at a higher-than-usual income and a level of detachment that led to comical misunderstanding: Assumptions that everyone else has had to escape fencing practice, groaning about having to deal with jetlag during summer vacations, and being surprised that nobody else had ever been to Ibiza. Her mannerisms did well to hide this upbringing: she always dressed in baggy-tattered clothes, a penchant for hand-made anything and an obsession with esotericism. A happy-go-lucky existence that made her a loyal, authentic, but occasionally reckless friend. Though Daphne was certainly reckless in her own peculiar way.

The apartment flooring groaned as Daphne gently toted the filled bowls one at a time to the bathroom until all three were resting on the sink counter of the shared space. With a proud huff, Daphne stepped away and disappeared to her room.
She located her mobile tripod to set up her phone to record but still sadly failed to find her toy. Worse yet, any attempt to find an alternative to fulfill the same use was completely futile. The only cooking utensils left had wooden handles, her hairbrush was a folding variant for travel, neither her or Harper had a skinny enough deodorant can, and the only damned vegetable she could find was a head of cabbage.

Having accepted her fate, she double-checked the front door, making sure it was locked.Then she grabbed the trash bag filled with cake batter boxes and tied it off, placing it beside the kitchen bin.
Finally ready, she eagerly pitter-pattered back to the bathroom.

<strong>*Twist*</strong>
<strong>*Ksshhhhhhh*</strong>

Steam filled the bathroom as Daphne ran the shower on the hottest setting for a minute. Having used the tub for a handful of her previous sessions, she knew the importance of giving her naked body a nice, warm surface to protect against the oppressive, cold air before she got covered.

After she sufficiently sprayed the tub with hot water, she turned the spigot off. She set the phone on the tripod and attached it on the rim at the other end of the tub. Then her arms reached and picked up two of the large bowls from the counter and placed them on top of the closed toilet bowl lid right beside the tub.

<em>Okay, whoo, don't slip</em>

She carefully stepped into the tub, eventually getting both feet in. She slowly lowered herself in until she was sitting on her butt with her long legs spread out in front of her towards the spigot.

As she sat there, she turned to look at the imposing bowl right beside her face, then towards the phone sitting at the end where her feet had pointed as it waited and glared back at her with an eager impatience.

"Okay, let's do this."

Daphne grinned as she reached toward her phone and pressed the record button. The red light blinked, ready to witness another session. Her naked reflection on screen giggled in anticipation of how messy she was about to get.
She licked her lips as she stared at the camera. The awareness that her act would be seen by many always gave her a rush, a sensation of risk. She never knew who would be on the other side and yet she was always eager to put on a show. Could any of her professors watch? Those trainers that always stared at her in the gym? The guy with the accent that interviewed her for her new job? A black bar would inevitably cover her eyes when the video was shared online, and yet the awareness that anybody could somehow recognize her under the mess or identify her voice and body always caused her clit to twitch and her vagina throb. Sensations that could only be sated by her hand, her toys, or anything else that could fill her needy pussy.
She stared into the camera, her mind imagining the audience on the other side as they stared back at her.
"I read some of your guys' comments and I-uh," Daphne began tentatively as her hand reached toward her pussy, "And ohhhhh, I really liked what you-ohh-guys said."

<em>God you're such a fucking slut, already touching yourself. Imagine how they would react-</em>

"Mmm-fuck."
She moaned towards the camera as her fingers easily slipped inside herself. Two digits eagerly rubbed and wiggled inside her pussy, making wet noises that only served to make her feel more like a needy whore.

<em>Do it, turn yourself into a messy slut for them.</em>

With glazed eyes she turned to the bowl at her side. One hand grabbed at it, but found it too heavy, forcing her to pause her finger-fucking. Now with two hands, she reached out again. She flashed a smile at the camera before turning her head up to face the bowl she positioned above her head.

"Here we go-eeep!"

Daphne's squeak was immediately muffled as she upended the entire bowl over her face. A heavy splatter of purple goo immediately coated her face, filling her mouth and poured all down her chest and torso. The thick glop immediately painted her upper body. Dribbles and waves of purple sludge slid off her chin, continued all over her chest and coated her shoulders. The slow wave of ooze continued down, her breasts disappeared under heavy layers of dripping periwinkle sludge, tapering as the sludge seeped all over the rest of her body. The bowl soon dripped thick, trailing remnants, signaling it had emptied all the contents over her newly filthy form.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!"

Batter and moans poured out of her lips as Daphne opened her mouth wider and relished in the heavy feeling of batter coating her entire upper half. Her two hands slathered the purple layers all over her body, smoothed the sludge all over her face, arms, lingered on her soft breasts.

"Fuckkk"

She groaned as her hands rubbed her coated nipples. Then, one hand traveled right back down to her pussy and continued in the initial endeavour, fucking it with her fingers once more.

"God yes!"

Moans echoed in the quiet bathroom as Daphne lay there, masturbating, coated in purple ooze.

Thick sheets of sludge coated her nude body like paint. Every inch of Daphne's body was slathered. The only hints of her clean skin hid at her underboob, which only peeked out as her breasts bounced up and down as she fingered herself. The ooze formed a shallow pool around her as she vigorously pumped her middle and ring finger in and out of her obscenely wet pussy. Her coated knees slipped along the walls of the tub leaving trails of purple as she ached to spread her messy limbs wider, so her fingers could curl deeper inside her and reach the spot that begged to be rubbed.

The obscene act continued for several minutes as Daphne chased her messy climax. Her pale, nude body, that had practically blended in with the white walls of the tub only moments ago, was now a messy, wanton portrait of purple. Her coated body writhed perfectly in the frame of the camera which silently captured every moan and squelch.

As her pussy started to tighten around her two fingers, the other hand, which had been slathering and feeling the heavy coating of batter all over her, moved to wipe at her eyes. She soon made eye contact with her unrecognizable reflection. A formless whore, dripping with purple mess, her breasts outlined under the muck along with one open eye that peered back at her.

<em>Look at you, you messy fucking slut, nobody would ever guess this was a proper girl.</em>

"Oh fuck yes."

Her fingers picked up their pace as Daphne lay there in the tub, imagining all the viewers watching her, the fantasies they had, the ones she shared and loved to hear.

As Daphne felt a climax approaching, she turned towards the side of the tub again and hungrily eyed the second bowl.
Despite the weight, she grasped it one-handed and prepared to spill more of the contents over herself.

<em>Yes, ohhh yes, such a messy whore!</em>

Without thought, she immediately poured the second bowl over her head. Another heavy layer of batter flowed down her body. Thick, sugary sludge ran and coated her, all over again, increasing every sensation. The encased feeling of being covered head to toe with flowing sludge, the way the ooze dripped off her hard nipples, the smooth texture as she felt her body glide around the tub, and the way it caused her fingers to slide with ease all over and in her pussy. Every aspect multiplied her raging arousal.

"Oh fuck, ohhhh fuck!"

Her moans grew louder as her fingers obscenely picked up their pace, Daphne arched her back and ground her hips into her hand as she chased her orgasm. Batter splashed and splatted all around her as she shook. She closed her eyes and imagined the entire stadium watching her. The university would have to contend with awarding highest educational honors to such a wanton slut like herself, who only wanted the world to see her degrade herself into such a sloppy whore.

<em>Yess right there! Right there, ohhhh!</em>
<strong>*BZZZT BZZZT BZZZT*</strong>
"The fuck?"

A clouded sensation appeared in her mind, immediately fogging the direction to her orgasm as the sudden noise snapped her out of her frenzied chase. Daphne shook her head, but continued masturbating, assuming it was just an email.
<strong>*BZZZT BZZZT BZZZT*</strong>

It was the second tone that finally caught her attention. Daphne drunkenly looked back at her phone and noticed the notification was a text message. From Harper.

"Oh fuck no."
She felt a great shiver wash over her coated body as uncertainty blew in, replacing the raging waves of arousal. With a grunt and a hefty level of annoyance, Daphne paused her fingering and reached for the knob above the tub faucet .
After she ran the spigot for a moment, she washed one hand under the hot water and turned it back off. Then she tapped the screen to look at the messages from Harper.

<strong>*Harper Brankovic: Nvm. Turns out they don't need me tonight.</strong>

<strong>*Harper Brankovic: On my way back, cya in a bit!</strong>

"WHAT THE FUCK!"
Daphne yelled as reality erased the daze of arousal, the weight of the batter that coated her felt heavier, knowing she would need to clean up as soon as possible.

<em>Holy shit ok, holy shit! I need to clean myself off right now!</em>
Frenzied, Daphne stopped the recording and turned the spigot back on and immediately did her best to wash the batter from her hair and face. She placed her head under the torrent of water which immediately dissolved the batter that caked everything from her hair to her chin. She barely had time to process the image of the pale window of her clean face while the rest of her nude body remained slathered and coated with purple ooze, as it reflected from her phone screen.

With clean eyes, she activated the shower handle and used it to spray all around the walls and floor of the tub.

<em>Okay I got this. The hospital is at least 20 minutes away. I hope she just sent those messages right as she left.</em>
Warm water blasted and sprayed as it painted clean lines, erasing the splatters of purple all around her. Trails of tinted water flowed around and collected at the bottom of the tub. Purple water pooled and swirled at her ankles as she continued to wash away the evidence of her sin.

Satisfied with the progress as she looked at the clean tile walls, she aimed the shower over her head. One hand scrubbed and scratched as her black hair started to reveal itself from the layers upon layers of purple goo. Then she continued scrubbing down, scraping the sticky batter off the rest of her body, creating slugs of batter that gathered around her fingers as they acted like a squeegee, erasing the sludge and leaving behind a trail of raw pink skin.

Okay, almost there. Daphne thought as she cleaned off the batter that coated her upper body. Her hair was mostly clean, but still had tinted purple water running through it as the water slid down. Her arms and chest were clean as well, but small collections of purple ooze remained around the base of her neck, pits of her arms, and within her navel.
At this point, if Harper arrived and happened to walk into the bathroom, she would have seen Daphne's topless, wet, pink body frantically trying to scrub her purple-painted legs. An odd sight in itself, but the stack of dirty mixing bowls, along with the filled bowl still at the sink counter, would have required an extensive excuse to cover up the embarrassing truth.

"Ok, I think this should be fine," she reassured herself. But she felt her stomach drop as her focus shifted to the swirled and stained water that now rose to her mid-calf, a jump from the initial ankle height that persisted as she started the cleaning.
Normally, her cleanup routine was to fill the tub completely with water and allow her substance of choice to dissolve and mix with the water, which allowed for an easy drain once she opened the stopper. Unfortunately, her frantic cleaning forced her to discard a larger than usual amount of concentrated batter in the tub which was causing it to drain slower than usual.

With an exasperated breath, she tapped her phone screen, seeking any glimmer of relief or reassurance. Sadly, time was not her ally that night.

<strong>2 Messages - 16 min ago.</strong>
<em>Fuck! Fuck! Okay, maybe I have five minutes? I can do this, that's not the worst. My body is-</em>
She scanned and patted all over her naked body, which was thankfully now coated in water that trailed and dripped all over. But as she stood, she felt the bottom of her feet still had a light layer of ooze, mainly from standing in the stained water.
<em>-mostly clean, but I can wipe my feet off. Okay..I think I should be-shit.</em>
A sight that typically sparked thrill and a second round of messy orgasms instead provided a scornful sign that she was far from clear.

The third bowl.
It remained where she had left it on the sink counter, its surface brimming with unused batter. The bowl practically gestured at her, pointed a mocking finger at her pitifully annoyed glare as her mind ran through cycles of options on how she could get rid of it in time.

<em>The drain? Hmmm.</em>

She looked down and saw that the tub continued to empty but was fighting a war of attrition against the hordes of sugary mess that surrounded the inundated silver circle. It would win, but not in time if she added to its burden. Harper would surely find it still slowly draining when she got back.

<em>The kitchen sink? No way, too risky. If Harper walks in and catches me holding a full bowl, it's over. God she would never let me live that one down. Holy shit, nope bad idea.</em>

<em>The balcony?</em> The thought was almost worse than getting caught trying to dump it at the kitchen sink, but instead, offered a way to level with Harper. She could pretend that she was trying to prank someone by dumping it over. Funny and believable, and the type of chaos that Harper would advocate, but out of character for Daphne. It would deflect it for now, but present too many questions after the fact.

<em>The toilet?</em>
<em>Oh shit that might actually work.</em>
A relieved grin appeared along her face as she slowly sloshed through the tub water and reached for the stack of batter-coated bowls that sat on top of the toilet lid. She held the two bowls and placed them gently on the rim of the tub. One hand flicked the toilet seat up, then, as her hands shook, she carefully reached with both arms toward the third bowl.

The brimming ooze continued to mock her as it slowly sloshed, threatening to spill all over the sink and bathroom floor.
Daphne's heart slowed to crawl as she held her breath. The bathroom became pin-drop quiet, the only sound that remained was the running shower and the slow gurgle of victory from the drain that continued to work and reduce the standing water that persisted in the tub.

"Hoooo-okay."
She exhaled as she held up the filled bowl over the toilet. Carefully she lowered the batter and tipped it over, allowing the ooze to slowly pour into the white surroundings of the toilet bowl.
<em>Oh my god, oh my god. Please work.</em>
As the last bit of sludge dripped off into the toilet, she shook the bowl slightly before stacking it with the others. She took a deep breath and flushed the toilet.
A great wave of relief washed over her as she saw the batter disappear. The remaining water was stained purple but it was a problem that a second flush quickly solved.

After a peaceful exhale, Daphne remembered Harper's impending return and nabbed a towel off the holder beside her. She enveloped the plush white all over her body, hiding her naked form as she stood in the tub. Afterward, she grabbed a second towel and laid it on the floor in front of the tub before stepping on as her purple-stained toes gripped the fabric. Then she looked back at the mostly clean tub and watched as the water flowed, erasing and dissolving the purple that remained, until her hand reached the shower handle and turned it off.

As the tub finished draining, Daphne twisted and rubbed the bottoms of her feet on the towel on the ground as she stood there. After a peek that confirmed her feet wouldn't reveal her messy tryst, she grabbed the floor towel and tossed it into an empty hamper in the corner of the bathroom.

Now fully cleaned and inches away from the scene of her messy crime, she grabbed her phone and mobile tripod.

<strong>*BZZZT BZZZT BZZZT*</strong>
<strong>*Harper Brankovic: Btw u never replied so only saved u one slice. I also hit Wendy's on my way back for frostys Unless ur too good for that too lol.</strong>
<strong>2 previous messages - 22 min ago</strong>
<em>Okay, if she stopped at a drive thru that probably slowed her down more, I hope. What if she already got it when she texted? Shit! I just need to check the hallway.</em>

Her face was still painted with concern, but Daphne felt a slight flash of confidence. She was clean and the only remnants of her interrupted session that remained--that she knew of--were the video on her phone, a trace outline of purple amidst a sea of white around the silver tub drain that gurgled as it consumed the last of the diluted sugary remnants, and the mixing bowls that had lines of purple running along the side and coated the interior portions. She may actually get away with this.
Her ear met the door, carefully trying to make out any sounds from the other side.
She slowly opened the door, and peered into the hall. The apartment was now dark as the sun had set, but a lone light illuminated down the hall close to the entry. No shadows. No movement. No sounds.

"Harp! Harp you here?" Daphne called out into the darkness. No reply came back.
<em>Ok, just need to drop the bowls off at the sink, where they belong. Quickly.</em>
With the stack of bowls in one hand, and her phone and tripod in the other, she padded quietly into the hall. Each step sent nerves up her legs as she crept.
"Harp?" Daphne called out again to no response.
<em>Just go for it! It's now or never!</em>

Her bare feet moved quickly along the floor as she dashed towards the kitchen and past the entry. Daphne's eyes were laser focused on the kitchen sink as she moved. Just get there, and drop the bowls in. She was right at the finish line, her body was clean, all the stains and signs of batter were gone from the walls of the tub. If she made the crossing without incident or attention, the entire scene could have been another normal night.
<strong>*Squeeeak!*</strong>
Time slowed to a crawl as she heard the sound. The smallest remnant of moisture at the ball of her foot decided to make the evening that much more interesting.
Her left foot slid forward and her right remained behind as she crossed from the carpet in the hallway to the hardwood flooring that stretched from the entry all throughout the living room and dining area.

"Ohh-shit!"

Her muscles locked tight, her legs and thighs clenched as her balance was thrown off. A wave of panic washed over her as she felt her left foot lose grip of the flooring and continue upward. Her foot rose as her upper body dipped backward towards the floor. The bowls she held leaned similarly, ready to make as much noise as possible once they hit the floor. No thoughts came to mind as the rapid succession of events proceeded, Daphne simply closed her eyes and braced for the imminent impact.

<strong>*Thunk.*</strong>

Silence. Instead of meeting the floor, the only physical sensation that followed her acceptance was a soft thud and a dull pain that shot up from her right elbow.

As Daphne started to process her thoughts again, she felt herself still standing, albeit on one leg and leaning against something. Confused, she finally opened her eyes.

Rather than falling to the ground, she merely fell sideways on the tall back of the sectional couch. Her body tipped over to the right and her elbow had landed perfectly against the back of the pillowy couch cushion. The rest of her right arm lined parallel with it and provided the perfect amount of leverage and a convenient fulcrum to hold her up, despite her foot's attempt at sabotage.

The bowls remained in her left hand and her right maintained a steady grip on her phone and mini-tripod. Her towel had sagged, below the grip of her armpits but Daphne failed to realize the impending mishap ready to unravel below her shoulders. Instead her focus turned to the front door, which had remained shut.

"Holy shit!" Daphne exclaimed loudly with a smile as she exhaled. She felt her body loosen again, as her left foot slowly descended back to the floor, and her arm un-stuck itself from the couch. With both legs back on the ground, she stood there right between the living room and entry door. Remnants of water dappled from her hair as she shook her head, laughing at the absurdity of the whole scenario.

<strong>*Click! Ka-chunk. Eeeee.*</strong>
The noises were all quite minimal and happened quickly, yet they seemed to echo silence that followed after.
<em>Fuck. Me.</em>

Daphne turned her head and faced the direction of the terribly familiar noise. She wanted to shout or toss her arms in the air, but instead her body followed the usual pattern: muscles tight, jaw locked, as she stared toward the open door. As she stared, the towel sagged lower, now loosely wrapped right at her breasts held only by her elbows that pressed against her sides. A slight draft grazed the exposed skin of her hips and rear where the towel had loosened, but Daphne perceived this as a chill as she stared at the door that creaked open.

On the opposite end of her gaze, Harper had appeared in the doorway, her back turned. Her long brown hair was tied in a neat bun. She was dressed in black scrubs, patterned with small ghosts. Her arms were full, one hand held a cardboard tray with two vanilla frosties stacked on top of a small plastic container with a sticky note attached, while the other grasped her car keys. Without a word she stepped inside the apartment, her chunky white tennis shoes shifting the door aside and pushing closed once she was inside. It was how she entered on many a routine night, but she would soon learn that tonight was set to be full of surprises as she turned around.

Her bewildered stare swept over the predicament that faced her as she stood there and found herself confronted by a seemingly stunned Daphne, who stared back.

"Heyyy Daffy." Harper muttered. Her tone was flat and casual, but one eyebrow had shot up confused at her roommate's stunned reaction.

Harper's face was painted with her usual makeup: an alabaster foundation across her face and neck, her green eyes surrounded by an ocean of black eyeshadow, flanked by eyeliner wings, and matching matte black lipstick. The look always exaggerated her facial reactions, a trait that only made her loud presence even more notable.

"Harper!" Daphne tried to sound as casual as she could, but her jaw was too tight to express anything else. She was comfortable being seen in just a towel. After all, the two had lived together for a while. But the camera and tripod in one hand, along with the used and stained bowls in the other, created a scenario that required extensive mental gymnastics to conjure an explanation. The more she tried, the worse it got, as she stood there running through indexes of what excuse she could offer.

<em>Fuck! I was so close! What do I say? New skincare routine? Baking accident? What about the camera, shit! Why am I holding a camera? Do I make vlogs now? Shit shit shit!</em>

"That's my name alright." Harper giggled as she started kicking her shoes off. "You uh, get pretty far with packing or did you get"

The racoon-eyed girl quickly gave Daphne a look up and down.
"...sidetracked?" Harper finished with a confused smirk.

As Daphne struggled to talk, her elbows detached from her side. In an instant, she felt a rush of cold envelop her body. Her nipples immediately stiffened from the sudden exposure, while the rest of her body mildly shivered. Her feet however were suddenly warm as the plush fabric had piled around her ankles.

Harper's smirk elevated to a sheepish grin, while her eyes widened. Daphne on the other hand instantly turned red all over as she finally realized that the towel she had wrapped around her had fallen off and left her standing completely naked.

<em>What the fuck!</em>
Daphne's arms desperately clambered to hide her exposed body. Her elbows tucked around her breasts, while her thighs clamped shut. Cherry red splotches appeared all over her face and chest as the heat of embarrassment enveloped her as she struggled to cover herself.

"You need help or something?" Harper giggled.

"No! I got this! Justturn around!"

"It'd probably help if you put the bowls or thewaitis that a tripod?" Harper paused.

<em>Oh shit. Oh shit. Yeah Daphne why do you have a tripod along with your bowls?</em>

"No!" Daphne grunted as she tossed her phone and tripod onto the couch, which freed her right hand. "It'syes it's a tripod but I got this! Justturn around and give me a sec!"

"Daff you're You know, nevermind." Harper muttered as she turned around.

Daphne quickly knelt, her free hand grabbed the towel and immediately wrapped it back around her. Giving her a protective cover that hid most of her nudity but the white plush caused her red face to stand out even more as she huffed.

"You done yet?" Harper grumbled as she stared at the door.
"Yeah you're good."
Harper turned back around, her face painted with a playfully resentful look.
"So, you gonna tell me what the hell that was all about?"

Daphne nervously held her towel as she looked all around Harper as she scrambled for a response, or to say anything that could prevent the other girl from making her own conclusions. She eyed the note attached to the plastic container in Harper's hand that read "For the craziest BSN we ever had, gonna miss ya!"

<em>Crazymovingyeah last day sentimental ugh that's so basicbut It'll have to work.</em>

"Yeah! Uh, I got thrown off was trying to bakeasuprise for our last week!" Daphne sputtered out, her face finally felt loose as she spoke. "Oh and um, I was recording the apartment, for like memories and stuff."

Harper's puzzled look shifted, her single raised eyebrow lowered as her lower lips bounced back and forth as she pondered the response.

"Aww damn, hell yeah, that's pretty sweet!"
<em>No way, she really bought that? That felt like something I could read in a Hallmark card.</em>
"Though, were you doing that naked too?" Harper teased.
"The fuck? No! Thatthat was an accident."
"Chill out, I figured. Make some room though, my feet hurt from standing." Harper shook her head as she giggled and gestured her intention to walk past Daphne.

<em>Did I actually just get out of that one?</em> Daphne thought before she shifted aside and let Harper walk by.

<em>Okay she saw me naked and she saw the tripod. But does she believe me?</em>

"So, you decided to record the apartment once everything was basically shoved in a box?" Harper muttered as she walked.

"Yeah, It was kind of a last minute thought." Daphne continued as she followed behind Harper moving towards the kitchen.

"Though, I was packing earlier but got kinda distracted."
<em>You bet I did.</em>

The two split off as they arrived at the kitchen area. Harper moved towards the barren dining table and placed the container and keys on the wooden surface, while Daphne finally clattered the mixing bowls into the sink which left her just with her phone and tripod in hand.

"So how was your last day?" Daphne asked, hoping to deflect from her naked mishap.
"Initially, super annoying, especially when I almost had to stay later, but the ER nurse came in early and told me to head out. So hey, as far as I'm concerned, best day ever."

"And y'know cake!" Harper quickly added as she pointed at the plastic container. "Or frosty depending on your mood."
Daphne giggled and nodded back.

"Thanks, I'm glad you had a good one, and thanks for the treats. I'm gonna go ahead and dry off first." After she spoke, Daphne turned away and headed towards her room.

<em>One last post to the website, then we can get everything else taken care-</em>

"Wait." Harper's voice called out from behind her. "You said you baked a surprise, what did you make?"

<em>Shit, so damn close. Quick! What did I say earlier? I think I said I tried. Yeah!</em>

Daphne turned around swiftly, eager to dispel any further scrutiny.

"Oh yeah, I was trying to make some cupcakes but kept messing up the mix. First one too dry, second one was too egg-y, last one just tasted salty somehow. Gave up after the third and dumped em down the tub drain since they still haven't fixed the garbage disposal."

Harper cocked her head slightly. Her makeup-painted face showed a second of confusion before it turned back to a smile.
"Shit, hats off that you kept going for a third try. I probably would have given up after the second one."
"Well, thank god you're a nurse and not a surgeon."
"Bitch!"
Harper picked up one of the frosties from the tray on the table and pretended to aim and throw it at Daphne who responded by hiding behind one of the stacks of boxes in the living room.

"Harp you better not! I just showered!" Daphne called out between chuckles as she ducked, her hands gripped the towel that wrapped around her still.
"Don't worry if I wanted to hit you, you'd have felt it already!"
"Yeah?"
"Maam, I think you forget how gigantic you are, I've been staring at your forehead peeking at me from the boxes."

With an annoyed huff, the tall woman stood out from her hiding spot and smiled at a giggling Harper, who still seemed to stare above Daphne's eyes. The racoon-eyed woman was chuckling, but she squinted, trying to focus on something as she looked back.

"Anyway, before we have a food fight, go ahead and get dressed. Then grab this other frosty before I do," Harper continued.

<em>Fucking shit. I guess it's my last week living with her. May as well indulge her for a bit. I can upload my last post and finish myself off once she goes to bed.</em>

"Sure, let me finally towel off and get dressed. Be right back."

Harper replied with a thumbs up as she grabbed a straw, poked it on the whipped white surface of her frosty she held and drank loudly. She watched Daphne walk down the hall and back towards her room.
<strong>*Click!*</strong>

"Holy fucking shit." Daphne whispers as she leaned her back against the door of her room.

<em>Ok, she saw you naked but hey, she didn't seem to think anything else was out of place.</em>

She shook her head as she moved back towards her bed. Quickly she opened her laptop and plugged her phone in.

<em>Ok, import the video now. That way I can relax, focus on posting later and for now just focus on damage control.</em>

As her media program loaded, Daphne reached below her bed and dragged out a large duffel gym bag.
<strong>*Zhoooop!*</strong>

The bag unraveled neatly folded clothes. The rest of her garments had been boxed but her most common use ones remained inside.

Smooth, blue striped pajama shorts and a pink button up pajama shirt became Daphne's picks. As she reached back in to retrieve underwear, her hand felt something firm yet smooth. It was a silicone texture.

<em>No fucking way.</em>

A wide grin appeared along Daphne's face as she pulled the object out of her bag, the friend she had hoped to encounter while naked and the one that became her partner in crime anytime MessyMysteryMinx decided to come out. It was a pink dildo, silicone all around except for the metallic trim that ran on the side of the toy. Daphne had her fair share of sex toys, but this one was her favorite. The tip that was meant for her g-spot vibrated and had a rolling motion when activated. A feature that often led Daphne to go into overtime for her secret hobby.

Had Harper not found her naked, Daphne would have tried to have a quick session. But as she knelt beside her bed, she noted the odd silence that sat outside the door. Harper was usually quite loud, but this time, it seemed like she was waiting.

<em>Well, you bet I'll be seeing you later.</em>

With a resigned huff, she stowed her toy under her pillow. Despite her urges, Daphne realized that she had drawn out her orgasm for so long, that getting to cum after Harper went to bed would be better and less "bite the pillow so she won't hear me." Plus, the quiet outside her room continued to make her feel uneasy.

After she finally grabbed a pair of panties, she--intentionally--unraveled her towel and got dressed in her selection. As she dried her hair with the towel, her eyes glanced at the media program on her laptop.

<strong>1 file import in progress. ETA 25 min.</strong>
<em>Got that ball rolling now. Just gotta make sure Harper ain't snooping and we're in the clear.</em>
Satisfied, Daphne locked her laptop. As her one hand continued pat-drying her hair, the other reached for her plugged phone to check that the wire was plugged in properly. As she tapped it she saw Harper's messages from earlier.
<em>Glad I didn't actually reply to any of these. Probably would have contradicted myself when she found me. Unless that's why she's suddenly quiet now?"</em>

Eager to reassure her own concerns, she plopped her phone back down beside the black-screened computer. Then, with her long legs, she stood up and made her way towards her door. With one quick look down at her cozy-clothed body, she tossed the white towel on the loop that hung above her door as she opened it then quickly turned back to flash a smile at the dildo that hid under her pillow. Ready to mingle with it when she finally uploaded her post to her website. Unbeknownst to Daphne, the towel she had been drying her hair with had faint streaks of purple as the door thudded to close.

"By the way, sorry for not replying earlier." Daphne said as she appeared in the hallway and walked back towards the kitchen.
"Eh no worries, figured you were busy." Harper replied as she walked back to the dining table from the kitchen, two metal spoons in hand.

Daphne walked up and grabbed the other dining chair. Her pronounced hips protruded from the sides of the chair as she got seated. Before she reached for the other frosty, she rolled the sleeves of her button-up pajama shirt.

Harper wordlessly offered one of the metal spoons in her hand to Daphne as she reached for her own dessert. Daphne replied with a nod and took the spoon then had her first serving.

"So," Harper started, "the place you're moving to-" Her own words interrupted as she struggled to swallow.
"Saint Joseph?" Daphne offered as she swallowed her own scoop first.
"Whatever it's called." Harper grumbled after a gulp. "You said it was a beach town?"
"Yeah, lakes can have beaches, I guess."
"I know that, I just didn't realize it was that far south. Figured it was in the upper peninsula or something."
"Apparently! It's only an hour from South Bend. My rental up there will have a guest bed. Sooooo"
Harper replied with a smile at Daphne's offer. "Maybe once the dust is settled, probably swing by around Christmas if you're still down for it then."
"Door's always open, Harp."
"Yeah?" Harper's word trailed off with a stiffer tone. Her lips were curved in a smile but it didn't reach her eyes
"Hey," Daphne offered.
"Hmm?" Harper looked up from her now emptied cup, her face now a smirk that seemed to dance between eager anticipation or suspicion depending on Daphne's next words.
<em>Nope. Don't tell her. Not yet. She can't know.</em>
"I uh, thanks for all this. But also for the past couple years." Daphne continued. "Excited for the move and all-"

"Oh geez, yeah no biggie. It was a team effort plus you were always the clean one anyway. You carried that end of the whole roommate bargain."

<em>If only you knew why that was.</em>

"It was nothing, you usually cleaned up after yourself," Daphne said as she gestured with her hand. "Although, you did leave some litter that one time you binged that ghost hunting show all weekend."

"You bet your ass I did! They actually caught a full apparition that time! It was actually scary for once!"

"Then how come you asked me to keep the hallway lights on EVERY TIME you watched that show? AND told me to keep the shower curtain open because you were scared that a ghost-"

"Alright listen here Daffy, that stays between you and me!" Harper laughed as she pointed her spoon at Daphne. "The second you tell someone about ANY of that, I'm telling people about your little naked chicken dance when that towel fell earlier."

"Fuck you!" Daphne growled through her smile as she tried to swallow a spoonful of dessert.

Harper licked her lips as she laughed at Daphne who rolled her eyes as she shook her head.

"Just kidding of course, unless" Harper said with a sudden drop in her tone.

Daphne replied with an eyebrow raise until Harper dropped her pretend-serious tone which led to both girls laugh good-naturedly as they felt that their tones were matched again.

"You know what, though? After all this time, I think we did good staying out of messy situations overall." Harped added after a minute.

<em>Messy? Why did she say that?</em>

"Huh?" Daphne blurted. "What- uh, messy situations?"

"You know, like if we ended up dating the same guy or if you stole my stuff," Harper affirmed with a confused look on her own face.

"Ohhh ok, makes sense. I getcha now."

Daphne laughed nervously and Harper nodded along.

Soon, the tension grew as giggles were replaced by the sounds of the two girls finishing their respective frosties and the random siren from the city below. Occasionally, Daphne would catch Harper looking above her eyes but then she would quickly look down and make eye contact with Daphne and nod before looking away.

<em>What does she keep looking at? Why is she so quiet now? Fuck I hate feeling awkward with her.</em>

Above the table was a lone dome light. It shone a bright yellow over the two girls, casting long shadows. Now, with the sudden silence, it felt like a searing spotlight. The yellow beam pressured Daphne to admit or say something in response to Harper's quiet pressure.

<em>Does she actually know somehow? Did she see something and not tell me? Why did she say messy?</em>

"Hey Daff?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I ask you something?" Harper practically winced as the words left her mouth. "Bluntly?"
<em>Fuck. She definitely saw something. What was it?</em>
"Sure. I'll uh, try my best to answer." Daphne quickly replied as she felt her knees cross under the table.
"I uhm, you know don't wanna judge you or anything-"
<em>Oh shit, she knows. Fuck! How much does she know? Did someone recognize me?</em>

"-but I'm just curious. Do you likestream body painting or post nudes or something?" Harper's face was a mix of pained, earnest curiosity.
Meanwhile Daphne looked back with stunned silence. Her face was stoic, unmoving but her eyes were wide.

<em>Shit! She knows something, but not fully? How did she think body paint specifically?</em>

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, honestly I think it's kinda cool. I would have just been more surprised if you did honestly." Harper rambled as Daphne remained quiet and motionless.

<em>Fuck, I can't do this to Harper. Not before we split.</em>
"Kinda, yeah. You could say that," Daphne finally muttered back, her face cringing.
"Oh shit really?" Harper's tense mannerism immediately changed to an amused glimmer, a shift that caused Daphne to slightly relax and respond with a giggle.
"Sort of yeah."
"Which one? Body paint or nudes?"
<em>You know what, sure. That alibi actually makes more sense and is less.degrading.</em>
"Kinda, sorta both?" Daphne painfully whispered.
"You make bank doing that stuff yet?"
"What do you think?"
"I don't know what you have in your account!" Harper snapped back with a snicker. "Besides half the girls I worked with have an OnlyFans on the side, so I get it!"
<em>Damn, that went well. Just won't get too detailed. Body painting actually sounds kinda cool. She's taking this kinda well-</em>
"Do you post on like Pornhub or something? Are you popular? Is your face in them?" Harper barked.
"Not there, no and no."
"Do you like, do X-rated-"
"I'm not going to tell-"
"So you do."
"I said I'm not-"
"Have you done it with other peop-"
"Not telling you those details.but no."
<em>Nevermind, this is why I never wanted to tell this nosy nellie. Geez.</em>
"How much do you charge?"
"I'm not- actually, I don't even charge for it."
"What the fuck!" Harper practically jumped at Daphne as she stood from the chair in disbelief.
"Dude, you're missing out! The fuck you mean, you don't charge! Look at you!"

<em>Aw thanks Harp. But-</em>

"Jesus calm down, the whole building can hear." Daphne gestured for her to sit back down before she continued. "I won't give any specifics for what I dobutI do uh, make stuff and post it online."
Daphne's words were met with an elated grin from Harper. Now fully emphasized by dimples all along her alabaster foundation.
"Dude that's fucking wild! I'm almost pissed that you hid it this long."
"Well, I still want to keep it a secret."
"Of course, I won't tell. But hold up, you said you do it for free? The fuck?!"
"Technically, I guess, yeah."
Harper just stared back, dumbfounded as she processed the conclusion.
<em>Shit, now she thinks I'm an actual whore or something. Although, I guess she's not THAT wrong to think that.</em>
"It's not likeI still have it behind a login so people can't just stumble into it."

Harper stared, with no response.

"It's because of taxes. If I charge then I have to pay the tax and then figure all that out."
"Ohhh..man. You found a way to dork up nudes?" Harper finally uttered with a grin.
"Listen, I don't want anybodyrather anyone else to know? So I have to be careful."
"Fair enough. So nobody else knows?"
"Nope."

"Dude, that's wild!" Harper's continued admiration almost flattered Daphne. The two shared the last slice of cake as they continued their back and forth for the next hour. With Harper asking more about the social and logistical side of things, but with the occasional prod and request to see Daphne's "work." All these prods were met with a swift decline from Daphne, but led to much laughter between the two of them.

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Scene 3
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Daphne was able to maintain the boundary and avoid admission of any explicit details. Harper soon believed that she had a niche website where she recorded and posted videos of naked body painting that were made at the apartment when Harper was out. She claimed she was only viewed by "a couple hundred or so people" but had a handful of loyal regulars. More artsy than slutty. A comfortable conclusion compared to the messy and degenerate truth.
Finally, after she had satisfied the little imp's curiosity, the two stood from their chairs as Daphne carried the used spoons to the kitchen and Harper made her way towards the hall, back to her room.

*Clink! Clank!*

Two metal spoons clattered in the loud sink. Followed by the softer sound of a trash can lid that closed shut as two frosty cups were thrown in.

"Anyway, get some rest, we can talk more tomorrow!" Daphne called out from the kitchen.
"You bet we will!" Harper replied, her tone still amused. "Night!"

"Good night!"

Daphne shook her head as she stared in the direction of the hallway which Harper had disappeared into.

<em>Well, that could have gone way worse. Body painting huh? Technically not that wrong.</em>

Her hand reached for a paper towel, she dabbed it under the running sink water and patted it on her scalp, wiping away the trace of purple. During their chat over cake, Harper revealed all the hints that she found that led her to her conclusion. She listed a handful, pointing out Daphne's recent secrecy with her personal devices, the multiple times her tripod was found under the bathroom sink, the shared Youtube account on the living room television showing video recommendations for selfie recording tutorials, and finally, the faint purple stain that remained on Daphne's front hair line.

Feeling a bit of shame after the admission and reveal, Daphne felt amused about the body painting conclusion. It technically saved her and led Harper's assumptions toward a safer path, rather than the one that Daphne had been fixated on during their whole conversation.

<em>Alone again. Finally.</em>

Harper's bedroom door thudded far down the hall, a sound that Daphne had been waiting for and hoping to hear for the last two hours. The cue that she was allowed to return to her indulgence.

With a wide grin, she dashed and made her way to her own room. Her door closed quietly behind her, followed by the click of the lock.

Her laptop was sitting on her bed, the screen black, but the keyboard remained backlit. Behind the black screen, she knew her video would be ready to process.

She had hoped to have a momentary chat then rush back to her room and edit, but the moment of sincerity with Harper had taken precedence. While the initiating factors were still unpleasant, Daphne was satisfied with the outcome. Harper was still her best friend and her secret was revealed, but not to its full, slutty truth.

Now that one fire was out, Daphne was eager to quench the one she had been hoping to relieve this entire time.
She approached her laptop on the bed and tapped on the track pad.

<strong>10:45 PM</strong>
<strong>-Media Studio: 1 Media File successfully imported. 1 hr ago.-</strong>
<strong>-Mail: Louis Petrovich: RE:Offer Letter Acceptance: Thank you Ms. Ridgeley, Best rega- 3 hrs ago.-</strong>
<strong>-Mail: Kimberly Ackerman: Move in Confirmed! : Congrats girl! Lockbox on door will be-. 9 hrs ago.-</strong>
Several other notifications welcomed her as the screen came back to life, but the file import was the only one she cared about at the moment. It was the message that gently started to fan her inner arousal again.
<em>Beautiful.</em>

With a practiced motion, Daphne logged in to her laptop and clicked on her video editor as she dismissed the rest of the notifications. Her hands shook as she looked forward to finally uploading her post and relishing in the flood of admiration and comments from her new fans.

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<strong>12:04 AM</strong>
<strong>https://MessyMysteryMinx.com/updates/latest</strong>
<strong>-TechnicallyLegal: Phenomenal coverage, look so hot in that tub.-</strong>
<strong>*Schlurk! Schlurp!*</strong>
"Ohhhhh." Daphne whispered into the darkness as her dildo slid in and out of her pussy.

She was lying on her back, as she masturbated. The room was pitch black except for the light cast by her laptop that sat beside her. Her pajama shorts and panties were on the floor while her long-sleeved pajama shirt was rolled above her breasts and tucked under her chin. The pale blue light of her laptop shone all over her naked torso and chest. Her skin gleamed in the darkness.

Half an hour ago, she had finished editing her video. Despite Harper's message that forced her to cut her session short, it still captured her moment of messy, self-degrading erotica that she yearned to release and share for her followers.

<strong>-PieGuy1992: great body amazing mess fuck your so sexy.-</strong>
<strong>*Schlurk! Schlurp! Schlurk!*</strong>
"Fuck, ohh fuck"

The edits were minimal. It was her usual trim of the beginning setup, then the time-consuming process of adding the censor bar for each frame, until she got messy. The anonymity given by the mess always drove her wild, especially as she watched the transformation on camera.

<strong>-: I love watching my little Minx squirm whenever she gets close to cumming. Be a good slut and cover yourself with marshmallow fluff next.-</strong>
<strong>*Schlurk! Schlurp! Schlurk! Schlurp!*</strong>

"Ohh-shh-oooohhhh yes I'm gonna be a good slut." Daphne's pace quickened as she felt her walls tighten around the toy that pistoned in and out of her.

Whenever she had edited her earlier videos, she always found herself getting distracted as she would tease and edge herself. Usually, doing so while she witnessed her conversion from a put-together woman to a moaning, horny blob, or when she looked at comments as she waited for her file to finish exporting. The pattern continued again that night as she waited for the latest video to process, which explained her state of significant undress, along with her obscene moans.

<strong>*Schlurk! Schlurp! Schlurk! Schlurk! Schlup!</strong>

"Fuckriiight there right-" Her toes curled at the end of the bed as she felt a hot, prickly wave start to radiate from between her legs.

Suddenly, a popup appeared in the upper right corner of her screen. Right on time.

<strong>-PurpleBatterMess.mp4 finished exporting. File ready to share!-</strong>

<em>Fuck yes fuck yes please I want to share, I want everyone to see! Ohhhhh</em>

"Ohhhhhhhhhfff-mmmmmmm." Daphne moans were muffled as she turned her head and mushed it into her pillow. Her hand pressed the toy deeper inside her as it assaulted her sensitive g-spot with the vibrating head. Her other hand wildly gripped the loose sheets around her as she prolonged the tingling wave of her orgasm. The climax she had been chasing for the whole day finally came and electrified her whole body as it shuddered and shook on her bed sheet.

As the orgasm faded away, and Daphne's body stilled, she breathlessly withdrew the slick toy out of her pussy and placed it back under her pillow. With a breathless giggle, she wiped her hand, slick with sweat and her own fluids, then scooted backward as she leaned her back against the headboard of her bed.

<em>Holy shit, I need a water after that one.</em>

As she caught her breath, Daphne moved her laptop from the bed onto her thighs. She minimized MessyMysteryMinx.com and clicked on the notification that pushed her over the edge.

<em>Ok one last check for quality purposes. For real this time.</em>

After watching the exported video--managing to hold herself back from teasing herself again--she confirmed that it had no identifying features and proceeded to tab back into MessyMysteryMinx.com.

Her cursor clicked on *new post* then her hands deftly typed along the keyboard.


<strong>Title: Quick Update and Summer Break!
Body: Hey guys! First things first, sorry been MIA for past couple of months. Life's been going super fast but finally able to slow down and actually enjoy it again! Been packing after graduation so haven't really had time to myself.
Buuuut I still wanted to still try and enjoy myself with the moment of alone time I had and while it was cut short, I think you all will luv how it still turned out. Spoiler: I still get very messy and very horny. But in good news, I'm gonna be moving soon and the best part, gonna be living by myself! I get a whole house to myself!
I can post more often, I can use whatever room I want for however long, be as loud as I want to be and I even get a nice private backyard! So stay tuned, gonna be A LOT more mess coming this way, so sit tight. Hope this lil video holds you over till I can post at my new place.
See you all soon! XOXO
MMM
Attachment: PurpleBatterMess.mp4</strong>
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Satisfied, Daphne clicked submit and watched as her post went live. Her fingers eagerly tapped against the side of the laptop as she refreshed the page.

As she waited, her eyes flicked momentarily to the previews for the emails she got prior to editing the video. The emails from her new employer along with the listing agent for her new house.

<em>New job, new city, same secret. Same slut.</em>

With a wide grin, her focus shifted back to her website. She saw a popup that indicated new views to her latest post, but her eyes fixated on a more exciting number that appeared.
<strong>*15,020 VIEWS*</strong>
<em>And only getting bigger, what could possibly go wrong?</em>

Thank you for reading and stay tuned for the next chapter!