Marie had loved her first week in the job, getting used to her new office duties. Getting to know some of the staff she'd work closely with, & greeting some of the others she'd yet to get to know.

She knew it had gone well but now she was nervous, & excited. It was Friday, & almost time for her team building duties. She had agreed to it so wouldn't back out now. She had to take one (or perhaps many) for the team.

Just then the boss appeared at her desk. Marie, he said, you've had a fantastic first week. I think its time for some celebrations, don't you think. It's Friday & you know what day that is don't you? She smiled thinking omg, he's making me say it, then replied, it's Pieday!

Fantastic, now go & get yourself ready. Stacy here will help you. Stacy was now a firm friend, & Marie didn't hesitate as she chatted & laughed her way to her first official Pieday.

Her outfit this time was very strangely styled, the top was off the shoulder but seemed to wide at the front, but tight just above the waist. It looked like a funnel down her boobs, very odd. The skirt had ruffles at the top. again almost creating a funnel, She quickly donned the outfit wriggling as she adjusted it & got comfortable. What delights awaited her in the entertainment room today she wondered.

She stepped through into the room seeing fellow employees waiting for her. Stacy grabbed her hand & giving her a big smile led her to the middle. This time she could see lots of buckets but couldn't quite see what was in them. Trolleys were brought in laden with pies. They were all slightly deeper than normal & filled with something beige coloured. Omg, porridge!

She felt herself tingle in anticipation. She wanted this to happen, & the boss knowing full well how she felt about it, handed her a speech. If you could please address your colleagues then read out your prepared speech. Glancing down her eyes widened, speed reading before beginning, she saw she'd be telling them all her little secret pie fetish, & how she loved porridge. She wanted them all to enjoy covering her in everything in the room.

As if we didn't know laughed Stacy as she wielded the first pie & rubbed it well into Marie's face. You like that don't you? More of the team stepped up to pie sandwich her, from the sides, front & back & more to the face, then pie hats, more & more & more. Marie couldn't hide her excitement as she squirmed & gasped between the onslaught of pies. Here, take a seat someone said as she was forced down into another porridge pie.

Suddenly the boss stepped up with two massive pies, sandwiching her face then rubbing them round her head & face. Thick gooey porridge was surrounding her but that wasn't the half of it. As she wiped her eyes she saw her friends all around her holding buckets of porridge, omg she'd be buried.

Again the boss stepped up & tipped the first bucket. Some onto her face then the rest inside her top. Pouring the whole bucket in there he laughed as the top bulged but held the gooey mess inside it. Stacy was next & poured her bucket inside the top of Marie's skirt. It flowed inside & even into her knickers. It felt wonderful.

One after the other, her work colleagues, & all the members of staff emptied their buckets over Marie, over her head & body till she was a quivering gooey blob. She tried to wipe her eyes but each time more of the gloop slid down over her. She tried to get up but slid & sat back into a fresh porridge pie.

How could she take any more, she thought as she managed to clear enough to see. Just in time to see a big opening in the floor & a huge pool of porridge. Omg, no she mumbled through the goo.

Oh yes, shouted Stacy, & the crowd cheered "Do it, Do it, Do it, Do it!

One last time Marie tried to avoid her fate, "Please Stacy no", then owning up to her friend, "omg, yes, pull the lever"

With that Stacy did the honours & dunked her friend into the porridge pool, plunging her face first into the goo. She disappeared right under the surface, thick porridge closing over her. All they could see from above was a shape wallowing beneath. She emerged, like the monster from the lagoon, in a horror movie.

She enjoyed wallowing, then loosing her footing, she plunged backwards into the goo, submerging up to her face. She lay there in the goo, wonderfully overwhelmed in porridge

How could they top this she thought, & daydreamed as she wallowed, thinking about the next Pieday