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Get Your Own Back: Revenge Gunk Dunk 2 Rosie Lee vs Felicity Hill

'Hello and welcome to another gunge filled edition of Get Your Own Back!' Dave Benson Philips smiled manically at the camera. 'And have we got a great show for you today! Following last week's game, I've had several nominations for people who deserve a gunging but the one that has stood out, has come from someone else on our TV and computer screens! And I promise. This show's going to be the messiest yet!' Dave laughed.

The camera span round, to show all of the GYOB dunk tanks on set from series 1 and 2, where the nominator and the gungee sat side by side above the gunk dunk; to the next series where the gungee was alone above the gunk dunk in a very dark set, a gunge tank for the nominator looming behind the bubbling slop; a brighter gunk dunk was next, with a vat of colourful slop and a chair above it. Above the chair hung the gunge tank filled with snot, custard and RAW; a single runway leading to a pool of colourful slime, the words 'crank it up' painted on top of the bright surface of the gunge; another single runway, but with a chair handing over the gunk dunk too, tanks of gunge suspended over both chairs and finally; a gunk dunk with two seat facing each other, with runways leading away from the gunge, a large question mark was painted in the colourful slop with white gunge.

The camera stopped by the single runway gunk dunk, it moved up, focusing on the chair and footrest, centimetres above the gunge then it panned back to reveal the colourful, sticky, bubbling vat of slime. Written in the middle with white gunge were the words 'Bathe the Babe in the Bog!' The camera went back to Dave.

'Please welcome our first contestant, you may have seen her on the internet or Babestation, please welcome, Rosie Lee!' Dave cheered as a stunning brunette walked out smiling from Dave's left. Rosie was wearing a tight fitting blue GYOB t-shirt and black shorts, her tanned, slender, long legs moved like a dancer's as she glided towards Dave in her pristine white trainers. Her long brown hair tied up neatly in a ponytail and a huge smile on her face. Her makeup was perfectly applied making her lips look full and eyes big and bright. Her big breast were almost spilling out of the top of her tight t-shirt.

'Hi Dave! Thanks for inviting me to your show!' she beamed.

'You're welcome!' Dave ogled the gorgeous glamour model. 'Please tell everyone who you are and who you want to get your own back on.'

Rosie smiled a sweet smile and looked at Dave. 'Dave, I want to get my own back on my friend and work colleague, Felicity Hill. Felicity is gorgeous and she knows it so she's always flaunting herself wherever we go. She gets more calls than me on Babestation and better evening slots. I've done some other modelling, including being in some cheap lads' mags, and Felicity said this kind of work is beneath her! I've tried to get her to do some messy modelling jobs so I can see her dripping in gunge, slime or horrible food, but she refuses to do it. So, Dave, I've got her on your show to drop that snob down a peg or two and drop her down a notch or three and make her take a dip in your slop!'

'Oh! They are some harsh words there Rosie! It sounds like you're a little bit jealous!' Dave laughed.

Rosie seemed to take offence. She held her hand to her large chest. 'Me? Never! I can't be jealous when I have a booty like this!' she pivoted on the toes of her trainers and waggled her pert, shapely bum at Dave, who blushed.

'Oh er! Madam!' Dave stammered, chuckling. 'Come on, let's meet your friend, Felicity!'

Felicity Hill came out from Dave's right, walking slowly and sheepishly. She had a yellow GYOB top, matching Rosie's and just as tight around her generous cleavage. Her long dark hair was loose and her cherub-like face that was normally smiling was frowning at Dave and Rosie. She moved daintily across the studio floor on her tiptoes. She was shoeless, her toenails polished red, shining under the studio lights. She stood next to Dave.

'Hi there Felicity. It seems that Rosie want to dunk you for being a snob!' Dave laughed.

'But I thought' Felicity started but Dave cut her off.

'You thought you were here to get your won back on Rosie?' Dave laughed. 'Well, I suppose that could happen.' Dave addressed the camera to explain. 'You see, I received an email from Rosie wanting to dunk Felicity followed by another email from Felicity who wanted to dunk Rosie. So I thought let's get them both on my show, play some messy games and one of them will get to dunk their colleague and friend!' He laughed at his fiendish plan.

Felicity shook her head dejectedly. 'That's not fair! I thought it would just be me dunking Rosie!'

'As I said, that may happen!' Dave laughed.

'As if! You're going down!' Laughed Rosie.

'Now now, ladies! There'll be plenty of time to show your rivalry during the games!' Dave laughed. 'Felicity, why don't you tell us why you want to dunk Rosie in my gunk dunk.'

'Ok.' Felicity started. 'Well, I email in for me to get my own back on Rosie. She's such a bitch to me on the Babestation studio when we're working together. She always steals my shoes and footwear when we're getting dressed so that I have to do the showtimes barefoot which I don't like doing because then callers request I have things done to my bare feet like being tickling which I hate! Then once someone made a request and a staff member squeezed a bottle of ketchup over my bare toes which was horrible! She's even managed to steal my shoes today which is why I'm barefoot. Again. Please Dave, do me a favour and dunk Rosie in your gunge!'

'Oh dear! Rosie have you stolen Felicity's shoes?' Dave laughed at Rosie, pointing to Felicity's twitching bare toes.

'I don't know what you're talking about!' Rosie giggled innocently.

'I think we should even this out. Rosie, take off your shoes too!' Dave laughed.

'If I must' Rosie sighed and stood on the heel of her left shoe with her right toe, pulling her foot from her trainer and waggling her bare toes, her nails polished bright pink. She stepped on her other heel and slipped off her right trainer. Standing barefoot, she looked down at her feet waggling her bare toes. 'I hope I don't get them mucky!' she giggled. 'I'd hate that! That would be horrible!'

'I think there may be a strong chance of that!' Dave laughed. 'Now that we've met our Babestation contestants, it's time for our first game!'

Game 1

'Rosie and Felicity,' Dave warmly greeted the pair on the set of the first game. Both Babestation babes looked apprehensively at the set, there were many balloons, all at different heights, half green and half purple, and they all seemed to be too heavy to be just filled with air. 'Welcome, to the Get Your Own Back vineyard and you, ladies, are going to be our wine makers.' Rosie and Felicity looked at each other and rolled their eyes. Neither had expected to come on the show and get messy and now they were here confronted by some elaborate game that was clearly designed to do exactly that cover them in gunge. 'You need to grab as many balloons as you can and put them in this barrel.' Dave walked around the set to a pair of barrels one blue one yellow to match the contestant's t-shirts. The barrels were waist height, large and round with enough room for several people to stand in them. A tap was attached at the bottom leading to a beaker with marks on it to show the level of the contents. 'Once you've got some balloons, or grapes, ha ha, in the barrel, and you can put in as many as you want,' Dave grinned manically, 'you have to climb in and stamp the juices from them to make our wine.'

Felicity moaned. 'Oh no! Please can I have my trainers back! I don't want to get my feet all covered in gunge!'

Dave laughed. 'No way, Flick! Everyone knows that you have to stamp grapes barefoot! You'll ruin the taste of the wine!'

Rosie looked down at her feet, shuffling them on the cold studio floor curling her toes. She too now regretted taking her trainers off. The thought of getting slime between her bare toes was really not appealing to her.

'Flick, you will be making red wine from the purple grapes, Rosie, you will be making white wine from the green grapes.' Dave explained with a smile. 'You have one minute to make as much wine as you can. The winner will get their opponent one step closer to the gunk dunk. The loser? Well, let's just say I have a surprise for whoever squeezes the least amount of wine! Ha ha!' Dave laughed.

Reluctantly, Flick and Rose stepped onto the game area, a sectioned off part of the studio. Both were relieved to step off the cold studio floor, their bare feet sinking into warmer and softer artificial grass. Flick looked down, blades of green grass shooting between gap between her two biggest toes. They both looked at the gunge filled balloons hanging on the fake trees, Rosie's green ones and Flick's purple sporadically and randomly placed around them.

'Ladies.' Dave announced, taking his place to watch the mayhem unfold, 'you have one minute. Ready' Rosie and Felicity looked at each other with determination in their eyes. 'Steady' Their feet were in a position to run off, they surveyed the closest balloons what was of their colour. 'Go!' Both the babes rushed of in opposite directions.

Rosie's tactic was to grab as many balloons as she could carry. Her arms quickly filling as she tried to pile the balloons one on top of the other. She soon realised that this wasn't going to work. She dropped a balloon and tried to catch it, causing more balloons to drop. She gathered them up as quickly as she could and dumped them into her barrel, she dropped them down heavily, hoping that the balloons would burst meaning that she didn't have to stand on them and get splattered with gunge. But it didn't work. The balloons didn't pop.

With Rosie's load in the barrel, she reluctantly climbed over the rim, slowly dipping her bare feet in, feeling the balloons under her feet. She grimaced, looking over at Felicity who still hadn't popped a single balloon, running around gathering more balloons, two at a time and throwing them into her barrel. Begrudgingly, she lifted her right foot and pushed down on a balloon. It popped under her weight making her jump in shock. Shocked by the noise but also by the feeling of warm goo splattering over her bare foot, between her toes and up her calf. She groaned and located another balloon with her foot. This time it was more difficult for her, her foot slipped off the balloon a couple of times before she popped it, sending more gunge splattering over her other leg and over her bare feet. She let out a moan as she grimaced again. She saw Felicity getting into her barrel. This made her smile and knowing she was going to get messy gave her the impetus to speed up her action of standing on the balloons, exploding gunge over her feet but knowing she was in the lead.

All of Rosie's balloons were popped and she slipped out of the barrel, her feet nearly giving way underneath her lubricated by the green gunge. She dashed towards the nearest tree bearing green balloons and she started to pull them off.

Felicity was more methodical with her collection of balloons, she grabbed the two purple balloons closest to her barrel and threw them in, then the next two closest, then the next two and so on until her barrel was nearly full. She sat on the edge of the barrel and swung her legs in, as her feet pushed to the bottom of the barrel, a couple of balloons exploded showering her feet and legs with goo. Undeterred, she set about lifting her feet up and stamping on the balloons as quickly and ferociously as she could. Gunge sprayed up her thighs and splattered her shorts. Still she was relentless in her efforts to pop the balloons as quickly as she could in order to win the game. The feeling of gunge felt horrible against her skin and between her toes, but nowhere near as horrible as she imagined being dunked in the gunk dunk.

With all the balloons in her barrel popped, Felicity slipped out of the barrel. Her legs visibly sticky and slimy with purple gunge. She curled her toes on the fake grass, trying to smear some of the slime from her bare soles. She dashed to the nearest purple balloons. Rosie was next to her collecting her green balloons. She was precariously carrying a huge load of green balloons. Felicity grabbed at the top one, her long nails digging into the rubber. Rosie screamed obscenities and tried to get away from Felicity, unsuccessfully. Rosie managed not to drop any balloons in her attempt to get away from Rosie, but Felicity did manage to dig her nails into the top balloon and make it pop. Green goo exploded over Flick's arm, but more satisfyingly, over Rosie's chest and neck. Rosie cried out, a trickle of green gunge slithering down her neck and rolling between her large breasts. She pouted in disapproval, before rushing off to the barrel and dropping her remaining balloons in, then sitting on edge of the barrel, she spun her legs over the rim and stamped down on the contents.

Rosie's bare toes dug into the balloons under her feet, sending shivers of misery up her legs along with an explosion of warm green goo. Her pace was quicker than before, she stamped and stomped on the balloons, guessing that she wasn't in the lead. From her position, she couldn't see how much 'wine' each girl had produced. Still, she moaned quietly and grimaced every time her feet popped a balloon. The slanted bottom of the barrel, which aided the gunge to run to the front where the escape tap was housed, made the sticky goo flow uncomfortably under her bare feet. With all the balloons popped, she slipped out once more to gather another load of green balloons, keeping away from Felicity who was still collecting her purple ones, her barrel nearly full, so that Felicity didn't pop another one of her balloons. She looked down at her top. It was wet and sticky, clinging to her large chest. The trickle of gunge was now filling her belly button.

Felicity collected two more balloons then decided that she'd need to get into the barrel and pop them. She saw that Rosie had already been in the barrel twice, and there wasn't much time remaining. She jumped into the barrel, almost vaulting in without touching the sides. She would have slipped if it wasn't for all for the balloons in the barrel. Again, at least two balloons popped, showering her legs. She continued to stomp, shuffling her feet through the mess in the barrel, the balloons getting stickier and slimier as more popped. She dug her bare toes to the front of the barrel and dragged back the slimy rubber of the burst balloons under her foot, then she encouraged the flow of gunge down to the front with her other foot. She was still hated the feeling of the gunge between her toes, but her determination didn't waiver.

Felicity was out of the barrel again, grabbing more balloons and dropping them into the now empty barrel. Rosie was doing the same, piling them up. They heard Dave start a countdown from ten. They both panicked and jumped back into the barrels. Furiously and with a disregard to how messy they were getting, both ladies stamped up and down, Rosie leaning backwards steadying herself on the edge of the barrel and Felicity marching up and down on the spot, her knees high and splatters of purple gunge flying upwards onto her thighs and shorts.

The lights came up, a claxon sounded and Dave came rushing on. 'Stop stomping, ladies! Your time's up!' He said, grinning.

Felicity stood still, but with her feet, she encouraged the gunge to flow to the release tap, until Dave walked up and turned both taps off. 'Let's have a look at how much 'wine' you've managed to extract.' He grinned, looking at Rosie's bucket. 'Six notches, well done Rosie!' he smiled at Rosie, who was sitting on the edge of the barrel, relieved to have her feet out of the warm sticky goo that coated the bottom of the barrel. 'Flick. Let's have a look at your bucket,' Dave said, moving over to Felicity. 'Seven notches? Yes seven notched. Well done Flick, you've won the first game and you're one step closer to getting your own back on Rosie!' Felicity cheered loudly and Rosie bowed her head, lifting her hands to her head as she shook it in dismay, her ponytail flapping as she did.

'Felicity, please come with me,' Dave offered Felicity his hand and he helped her out of the barrel. 'Rosie, you just stay there for a minute.' Felicity bent down and scrapped the goo from her soft, shapely bare legs, flicking it to the ground. Dave picked up a bucket from the side of the set. 'Here we have a sample of our new Rose!' Dave grinned, tilting the bucket for Felicity and Rosie to see the pink, runny contents. 'This is the prize for the loser. Felicity, as the winner, please give it to Rosie. Ha ha!' he laughed passing the bucket to Felicity.

Felicity eagerly took the bucket of pink gunge from Dave, her smile beaming at the prospect of what she was about to do. The feeling of the warm purple goo over her legs and between her toes was a distant memory. 'Come on, get down!' Felicity encourage Rosie to get off the side of the barrel.

'Please don't!' Rosie pleaded. 'Don't make me get back in there and don't pour that over me!'

Felicity's encouragement was now physical, she pushed Rosie back into the barrel, her feet making a splat as they hit the bottom. 'You lost! This is your punishment!' Felicity laughed. 'And I know if I lost, you wouldn't have hesitated to do this to me!' Felicity had a point. Rosie would have loved the opportunity to pour gunge over her Babestation rival.

Without further discussion, Felicity lifted the bucket and Rosie hunched her shoulders. Rosie squealed in pain and Felicity laughed with pleasure. The pink gunge spilled out straight over Rosie's hair, soaking her long ponytail and flowing over her scalp, down her face. She lifted her hands to her head to try and protect herself. It was too late. Her face was dripping with gunge, slime dribbling over her eyes, down her checks, over her lips, and dripping over her chin. In ran down her neck, soaking her t-shirt, running over her breasts making the previous trickle of green gunge seem completely insignificant in comparison. Her wet t-shirt was now soaking. She moved her hands to her midriff and wrung out her t-shirt, squeezing gunge into the bottom fo the barrel all over her bare feet which were now submerged in goo.

The gunge flow stopped. The bucket was empty and Felicity walked in front of Rosie to survey the damage she inflicted. She smiled at the sight of her soaked friend and colleague. Rosie scowled back.

'How is it babe?' Felicity laughed.

'Ew! It's horrible. My tits are soaked and sticky!' Cried Rosie. 'I'm ankle deep in cold sludge! My poor feet and drenched with gunge. It feels so yucky between my toes!' she continued to complain to Felicity's enjoyment.

Felicity laughed and Rosie shuffled around in her slime filled barrel, dripping in gunge.

'Well, after the first game, it's one-nil to Flick. All you have to do is win one more game and you'll get to drop Rosie in my slop! Ha ha!' Dave laughed, seeing that Rosie was clearly not happy with what he said and the possible outcome if she lost another game. 'It's time you two got cleaned up for our next game!' grinned Dave.

Game 2

'Welcome to our second game!' Dave laughed manically. Over his usually loud shirt, he was wearing a comedy apron with the body of a panty clad female torso on it, bare breast on show making him look even more crazy and ridiculous than ever. 'We're back at the Get Your Own Back bakery and I'm wearing this so that I look like our two Babestation contestants! Come on over, ladies!'

Dave beckoned Rosie and Felicity out. They sheepishly walked out, dressed only in their GYOB tight black short, their hair tied up at the back of their heads, clean once gain after the last game. Rosie's makeup perfect once more without any trace of pink gunge from the previous game. They stood either side of Dave, their bare breasts on view next to Dave's comedy bare breasted lady apron.

'I'm sorry ladies, I only had one apron. But at least we all look the same!' Dave sniggered subtly eyeing up the gorgeous TV babes.

Rosie and Felicity were no novices to being nude. They stood by Dave, Rosie flat footed, her arms folded under her large breasts making them look bigger and perkier than ever. Felicity stood with one foot on her tip-toes, gently swinging her bent leg, her legs looking longer and boobs gently swaying with her arms by her sides.

'Rosie, it's a game you must win, otherwise, you'll be in the gunge!' Dave laughed.

'I'll win this one, Dave. I nearly beat Flick in the last game, but this time Victory will be mine and Felicity gonna get the dunking she deserves!' Rosie laughed, she tried to unsettle Felicity with her over-confident facade.

'Don't count on it Rosie. I think you're deliberately playing badly because you know you want to take a slide into that slime' Felicity chuckled back, confidence still oozing from her nearly naked body after winning the last game and pouring the bucket of pink slime of Rosie.

'Well ladies, I'll wish you both luck! Let me explain the next game for you' Dave ushered them to the area where the game was set up, two lines of conveyor belts were slowly moving from left to right. On both the conveyor belts were two lines of items, cake bases, about 6 inches wide at the far side of the conveyor and bowls, again, about 6 inches wide, piled up with white cream, yellow custardy gunge and blue jammy gunge. 'Ladies, you have to get on your knees in position in front of your conveyor belts with your hands behind you backs' Both ladies moved into position, kneeling up, facing each other and watching as the row of cake bases behind the row of bowls of cream and gunge slowly moved across them.

'Ladies, you need to create a cake like this' Dave pulled out a gooey layered cake. 'You must pick up a cake base with your mouth, and only your mouth, no hands, ha ha! And place it by the side of you, then you must pick up a bowl of cream and put it on your base. Then another base on top, then Rosie you need a layer of blue jam, Flick you need to add a layer of yellow custard. You need to keep adding cream and then custard or jam layers with cake bases in between until the end of the game so your cake looks like this.' Dave held up a neatly layered cake for the girls to see. 'The lady with the tallest cake wins the game.'

The girls looked at the cake bases and bowl of goo and started to think of a strategy. Rosie was determined to win the game, at no cost was she going to lose this one.

'Get ready!' Dave called breaking the girls' concentration. 'Go!'

Rosie flopped her head forward straight for one of the moving bases, leaning over the row of jam, custard and cream. She then realised why they were topless. She lifted her head, without a base in her mouth. Felicity was howling with laughter. Rosie had flopped her big tits straight into a bowl of yellow gunge and a pile of white cream. Her bare tits were completely covered in cold slop. She squealed and looked down as the goo slid off her tits onto her thighs. She shook her head, and flicked her pony tail back behind her head. She shrugged her shoulders, and determined to win, she dunked her tits back into a fresh pile of white cream and blue slime which had moved in front of her and she went to grab another base with her mouth. The container the bases were in had a lip allowing her to easily pick it up as she straightened her back. She placed it on the ground next to her and looked for a bowl of cream to come along. She shuffled into position and lifted the bowl of cream out easily with her mouth, dumping it on the base and making the first layer of her cake.

Felicity, having seen how messy Rosie's tits were, carefully tried to lean over and pick up a cake base. Her smaller boobs were hovering just above the tops of the bowls of gunge, but as she was about to pick up a base, a bowl containing a large pile of white cream trundled under her body, smearing the wet and gooey contents over her dangling bare breasts. She squealed and bolted upright. She looked over at Rosie, she was picking up her second base, her bare tits submerged in bowls of slime. Rosie didn't seem to have a care in the world. She was clearly more interested in winning the game that staying clean. Flick sighed and bent over. The cold sticky goo rushed around her bare tits as she splattered them into two bowls of passing gunge. She easily picked up the base and placed it by her side.

Rosie was in a rhythm now, she kept leaning over and dunking her tits into the cold goo grabbing a base with her teeth, then stacking it on top of the others following it up with a bowl of blue jam or cream. Her cake was slowly growing. She kept an eye on Flick, knowing that she was well in the lead.

Flick bent down for her first bowl of yellow custardy gunge. She held the bowl in her mouth, then she lifted it. She completely misjudged the weight, it was far lighter than she thought it would be. As a result she rocked back too quickly and the bowl tilted up towards her face. Yellow goo splattered her face. She swivelled round and dumped the remaining custard over the cake base, then she wiped her eyes free of the yellow slime. She looked up to see Rosie had seen it happen. Rosie burst out laughing and Flick scowled back. Determined not to lose this game, Rosie dunked her tits back into the bowls in front of her, grabbing the bowl containing the base with her teeth and continuing to stack her cake up as quickly as she could.

After Flick's slow start, she moved as quickly as she could, stacking the bases and pouring on the slop. She paid little attention to how the cake looked next to her. As Dave started counting down the last ten seconds, she dumped on a base, then quickly managed to pour on a layer of white cream. In her haste, the cake pile toppled over towards her. It hit her bum and layers of sticky cake tumbled down the back of her bare legs. She squealed as the cold goo came into contact with her skin It was so much colder than the warm slime from the first game. A layer hit her ankle and she could feel cold, runny, yellow custardy gunge splatting over her heel and tricking down her upturned bare soles and running uncomfortably over the bottom of her bare toes.

'Well done, ladies!' Dave came back on the set grinning, still wearing the comedy topless lady apron. 'Come here and join me as we count your layers and see who has won this game.' Flick stood up and walked to Dave, leaving yellow right footprints on the studio floor as she tried not to slip in the gunge. Rosie stood up too, her tits dripping with slime and her bare thighs covered in goo from where it has flowed from her chest.

'How did you find that game, ladies?' Dave giggled looking at their gunge splattered bare chests.

'That was horrible, Dave!' Rosie groaned, she wiped and smeared the gunge over her boobs. 'This feels so nasty and sticky against my skin! Are you loving it, Flick?'

Felicity stood with her arms by her side. Her little boobs nowhere near as messy as Rosie's. 'Ew! No! It's horrible. I hope you're happy, Rosie, look at me! And I've got slime squelching between my toes!' Felicity pointed to her bare feet that were splattered with yellow goo. 'Dave, I hope I've won that game, I want to see Rosie's smile dripping in gunge!'

'There may be time for that later, Felicity!' Dave laughed, 'But unfortunately, not yet. Rosie managed to get nine layers in her cake, but Felicity, you only managed to get six!'

Felicity hung her head in disappointment. 'I don't believe this! I'm going to beat you in the next game though!'

'Good stuff. That's what we like to hear!' Dave laughed. 'But before the next game, I think it's only fair Rosie gives you a small punishment for losing!'

'Oh no!' Felicity groaned.

'Oh yes!' Rosie grinned. Revenge for what Flick did to her after the last game filled Rosie's head.

'Here you go, Rosie. A fresh one from the Get Your Own Back bakery!' Dave grinned as he passed Rosie a large cream covered pie.

'You're so getting dunked' Felicity was cut off with Rosie laughing and slamming the gooey pie into Flick's face and smearing it around, covering her pretty features with white cream.

Felicity lifted her hands to clear her eyes, unbeknown to her, Dave had given Rosie another pie. As Flick's hands were up, Rosie splattered the pie into Felicity's exposed navel, gooey pie covered her cute bellybutton piercing and slithered down her body. Rosie then grabbed Flick's shorts so that the gooey contents slid down her flat, toned tummy and ran over her smooth, shaven parts. Flick squealed and wriggled, making Rosie let go of her shorts. Flick wiped her eyes and looked down. She shivered as the slop ran over her sensitive bits. Then the slop started to appear out of the leg holes in the shorts, slopping down her bare thighs and splattering her already slimy feet, covering the tops of her red painted toes with white goo. She stamped and curled her toes in the pile of muck at her feet as Dave continued.

'Well, that was a great game and a great punishment for Felicity. Our babes are going to get cleaned up for the final game before the gunk dunk. Who's going for a trip in the mucky dip? We'll find out soon'

Game 3

'Welcome to the final game before the gunk dunk! Ha ha!' Dave laughed, rubbing his hands together and grinning widely. 'And what a game I have is store for our Babestation lovelies! Come on out girls!'

Begrudgingly, Felicity walked out from one side, dragging her heels. She was cleaned up now, her hair and makeup perfect once again and she was relieved to be wearing her figure hugging yellow GYOB t-shirt. But her relief was short lived when she was told she wasn't going to wear her black GYOB shorts. She trudged out and watched as Rosie almost skipped out, dressed in the same attire as her, but with her blue GYOB t-shirt on, her breast almost spilling out of the top as she bounced over to Dave. Rosie was filled with vigour having won the last game and feeling that momentum was now on her side, and Felicity was closer to getting dunked.

'Girls, I hope you like our new, GYOB shorts!' Dave laughed. 'Why don't you both give us a twirl, so we can have a proper look?' The shorts Dave was referring to were a large pair of plastic, see-through baggy pant that the girls were wearing. The sides of the pants high up to their hips and the legs of the pants tied tight around the middle of their thighs. Coupled with this, their tight GYOB t-shirts finishing just above their pant line and their underwear on show.

Reluctantly, Felicity turned around for everyone to see her pert little bum, the thin strings from her thong running around her waist and between her legs up her bum crack. She looked over her shoulder in her standard Babestation seductive pose and let her cute bum gently sway within the baggy plastic underwear.

Rosie was enjoying the attention. Having won the last game, she was even more convinced in herself and she had the impetus to win this game and gunk her colleague and friend. She spun around and waggled her bum. Her white thong contrasted exquisitely against her tanned behind. She turned back around, her hair, tied up nearly in a ponytail once again, spinning as she turned.

'Well ladies. I must say, you both look fabulous in our new GYOB shorts! I do approve! Ha ha!' Dave chuckled. 'And you are probably wondering why you're wearing these shorts'

'You're not going to fill them with gunge, are you?' Felicity pleaded to Dave's amusement.

'No no. Flick.' Dave giggled. 'I'm not going to fill them with gunge. But you will be filling each other's pants with gunge!' He laughed manically. Felicity held her head in her hands and Rosie jumped up a couple of times clapping her hands in excitement, relishing the prospect of getting her friend messy again not realising that her friend would also be getting her messy.

Dave continued. 'Come over here, ladies and stand under the Get Your Own Back gunge mixer.' Dave ushered the babes over to the next set, standing them under a large tank with two long black pipes hanging down from it along with many, shorter red pieces of string dangling down. 'Ladies. This is how we mix the gunge in the gunk dunk. And we all know what it contains, don't we?' Dave smiled at Felicity and Rosie.

Rosie hopped up and down again, like a school girl knowing the answer to the teacher's question. 'I know! I know!' she ginned. 'There's smelly, cold, school custard'

'That's right, Rosie!' Dave giggled.

'And sticky, smelly snot!' Rosie laughed, Felicity cringed. 'And RAW!'

'Yes, Rosie. Spot on. Felicity, do you know what RAW stands for?' Dave chuckled at Felicity who looked more and more uncomfortable.

'Erm. No. but it sounds horrible and yucky!' Felicity sheepishly replied.

'Rosie, do you want to tell her?' Dave laughed.

Rosie grinned and looked her unhappy friend up and down, Felicity's bare toes curling at the sound of the messy substances. 'Really. Awful. Waste!' Rosie laughed.

'That's right Rosie. And the aim of this game is to avoid the nasty, blue RAW goo! Ha ha!' Dave manically laughed at his rhyme. 'I'm going to place these nozzles into your shorts because we don't want to spill any gunge. Especially not over your pretty bare feet, do we Flick! Ha ha!' Dave continued his laughing as he placed the girls into position and fed the long black pipes into the front of their large see-though plastic pants.

'Ladies, in this game, you grab a red cord and simultaneously pull it. One of the three ingredients for our gunge will come out of the black pipe in your shorts and we will be able to see in your shorts whether it is custard, snot or RAW. There is only one red cord that will activate the blue RAW, and whoever's pants are filled with it, loses and faces the ultimate punishment. The gunk dunk! Ha ha!' Dave pointed to the bubbling, slime filled mire sending shivers down Felicity and Rosie's backs. Despite Rosie's new found cockiness, she didn't want to take a plunge in the gunge. And Felicity wasn't pretending either today's gunge filled games had confirmed how horrible getting messy felt to her and how much she hated the feeling of slime against her bare skin. She dreaded this game, but knew she had to brave it out and win.

'So, if you ladies are happy with the rules, please select a cord and get ready to pull it.' Dave laughed as he moved from the gaming area.

'I'm so going to enjoy this!' grinned Rosie, raising her arm and selecting a red cord.

'You're going to lose!' Felicity forced a smile back.

'Whatever! Your pussy and ass are going to get a sliming!' Rosie pulled on the cord and a gurgling noise came from the pipe in Felicity's see-through shorts.

Felicity pulled a cord too. 'So are yours. And I hope this is blue slime!'

Rosie's tube shook and shot out a spurt of yellow gunge into her shorts making her squeal. The gunge shot over the inside front of the shorts and ran down between her legs nestling against her bare thighs, trapped in her shorts, just below her crotch. Felicity suffered the same fate. She screamed in shock, then she sighed with relief, her relief was surprising even to her yet in these circumstances She could see it was cold yellow gunge that had been emptied into her shorts. Dave had set the tube up so that it pointed to her crotch and the front of her black thong received the rush of custard, soaking the thin material and making it stick uncomfortably to her shaved pussy.

'No RAW yet!' laughed Dave.

Rosie turned around and showed her toned arse off she picked another cord. Felicity, not daring to move, selected the closest one to her. Once again, the babes pulled their cords.

With Rosie turning round, the tube had shifted and was now aimed at the top of her thonged arse. A shot of green snot came shooting out all over her pert little bum, making her squeal once again. Her white thong strings tuned green as her arse received a sliming. She turned around and shook her hips. The gunge level was up to the bottom of her thong now. She comically stood on her tip toes as if it would help the pool of yellow and green gunge not to touch her sensitive parts.

Felicity's crotch received another dousing of yellow gunge. The cold slime against her thin panties made her shake and shiver. She shuffled around, trying not to make the gunge slop and spill any more, but trying to get the tube to not point directly at her private parts. She reached up for another cord.

'Make your selection and pull!' Dave encouraged.

Rosie took hold of another cord and with Felicity, they both pulled down. Both of them were treated to a spraying of green snot into their see-though shorts and both girls screamed as the pool of slime began to rise up soaking their thongs, turning Rosie's from white to clear green, her shaved private parts practically on show through the two layers of translucent material. They both looked down at the sticky mire in their shorts, their pert cheeks dipped in the pool of slime behind them. They shivered together like they were involved in a synchronised dance routine. Then they both reached for another cord.

They didn't need Dave's instructions to pull the cords, they reached up and yanked the cord nearest to their hands. Once again, yellow custard sprayed out over Felicity's crotch and green snot into Rosie's shorts. And once again, the babes squealed in unison. The level of slime in their shorts increased once more, this time to the tops of their thongs. Their bare bums were disgustingly submerged in the cold slime and their private parts sticky with goo, the front of their thongs uncomfortably stuck to their pussies.

'Oh my god! This is disgusting!' Felicity moaned as she reached up for another cord, this one slightly behind her and forcing her to shuffle her dainty bare feet on the cold studio floor to reach it.

'I'm going to win this!' laughed Rosie, grabbing a red cord above her head and pulling down on it sharply. The tube in her shorts floating on the pool of yellow and green sticky slime, pointing at her midriff.

A shot of green snot emptied out into the pool within Felicity's shorts. The tube was submerged and nestling against Felicity's crotch and she could feel the cold sticky goo being pumped out, tickling her sensitive parts, as the level of slime began to rise covering her piecing and horribly filling her belly button. She looked down. The mixture remained green and yellow to her relief. She glanced at the gunk dunk and shivered at the thought of the consequences of losing this game. Then she looked at Rosie.

Rosie screamed. 'No!!' She looked down in disbelieve. Her navel was being sprayed with blue gunge. It was thicker and stickier than the green snot and yellow custard. Her shorts, which already felt quite heavy, felt even heavier and more horrible than before. She shuffled on her feet allowing the slop in her shorts to slop and squelch around. She looked down in disbelief that she had lost. Then she looked at Felicity grinning.

For the first time in a while, Felicity was smiling. It was quite bitter-sweet, having her shorts filled horrible slime, her bare arse and thong covered pussy soaked with sticky slime. But at least she won't be getting thrown in the gunk dunk. And better still, Rosie, who wanted to gunge her and tormented her at work was going to get gunked. And by Flick's own hand. Her smile grew.

'Oh dear! Rosie! What can I say?' Dave laughed as he entered the set. 'It looks like Flick found the RAW and you know what that means, don't you?' He looked at Rosie who still looked down in disbelief at her blue tummy. 'I know you know what it means, Flick!'

Flick grinned at Dave. 'Oh yes! I'm so glad I've won. Rosie deservers a good gunging!'

'That's great to hear, Flick. But before we get to that, I think we need to show everyone watching that we weren't cheating and that there was only one blue RAW gunge cord. Come on, Flick, help me pull the rest of the cords.'

'Does that mean' Rosie started but her question was immediately answered. As Dave and Felicity pulled the cords, cold custard and snot started rushing out of the nozzle pointed at Rosie's midriff dousing her in more slime, filling her heavy pants with more and more gunge until the level rose to her hips and started to overflow, green and yellow gunge seeping over the top, sliding down the outside of the baggy see-though pants and trickling down her legs to her bare feet. She splashed her bare toes in the pool on the floor, knowing that it was only going to get worse for her.

With all the cords pulled, Dave and Felicity looked and laughed at Rosie. Her top half was perfectly clean and dry but her midriff, crotch, legs and bare feet were dripping with slime.

'It's time to take these shorts off!' Dave announced with a grin. He pulled at a sticky seam around Rosie's thighs. She screamed as the leg openings of her see-through shorts came undone showering her knees, lower legs and bare feet with sticky slime. All the gunge fell from the shorts into a large puddle on the floor, Flick was careful to move out of the way of the spreading puddle of gunge. Her sodden thong was revealed as the shorts fell to the floor. She stepped out of the shorts and turned around, strings of gunge hung from her pert bum cheeks, her front transparent and the outline of her pussy lips visible though her sticky thong.

'Oh my god! I can't believe how messy I am!' Rosie moaned.

'And it's only going to get worse for you!' Dave laughed and Felicity's amusement was also clearly evident. 'But before we get to that, I need to get Felicity's shorts off' Dave grinned.

'Oh no! Please don't do that's to me! I won! I don't want to get my poor bare toes messy again!' Felicity pleaded. She scrunched her toes, then stood one foot on the other to try and protect them. It was Rosie's turn to laugh at her friend and colleague. But Flick's pleading fell on deaf ears. Dave pulled the seam on her shorts and the gunge came flowing down her bare, shapely clean legs towards her poor bare feet. She danced from one foot to the other as the pool of slime under her bare soles grew, splashing around as she moved.

She momentarily forgot about the state of her bum and crotch which now showed everyone just how sticky and messy the slime had made them. Gunge dripped from her toned bum and slithered from inside her black thong. The shorts fell to the ground and she stepped out of them, covering her private parts with her hands clasped in front of her. She stepped on tiptoes onto a clean area of studio floor. The slime still slid and trickled down her legs and between her pretty little toes. She shivered in disgust as the gunge ticked her soft feet every time she moved. Then the thought of the final game brought the smile back to her face.

'Well well ladies,' Dave chuckled. 'We've played three messy games with Felicity being victorious. It's time for the messiest game in the world. The gunk dunk!' Dave laughed manically and guided the Babestation beauties off the set.

Gunk Dunk

'So here we are, Felicity, both you and Rosie wrote in wanting to get your own back on each other, but after three messy games it's you standing next to me, it's you who's going to stay clean and dry and Rosie sat above my gunge ready to take a drop in me slop!' Dave grinned.

'Oh Dave! This is a dream come true. I'm so happy to have won and avoided a dunking myself. Even if the games did get me and my poor bare feet really messy, I'm so glad it's Rosie sat up there and not me!'

'That's good to hear, Flick!' Dave giggled. 'I don't think anyone would want to be dunked in my 'orrible, smelly, slimy, gunge! Especially not you, hey, Rosie?'

Rosie looked down at her pink toenails and shook her head. Her bare toes were curled around the footrest, millimetres above the bubbling mire that was the gunk dunk. It looked much bigger and deeper from her current position than it did from the side. And it looked much thicker and gooier. Each bubble sent a splattering of multi-coloured goo plopping back into the large vat of slime. 'Is it as horrible and thick as it looks?' she sheepishly asked.

'You'll soon find out!' Dave laughed. Rosie received a brief and terrible taste of how it felt at that moment. The bubbling increased as if on cue, flicking globules of slime up from the surface. Rosie squealed as a large droplet of goo landed on her left foot and slithered down between her two biggest toes. She lifted her foot and shook it vigorously to get the slime off it. Felicity burst out laughing. With Rosie's energetic shaking, her sole inadvertently stepped into the gunk dunk. She grimaced and pulled her foot up, rubbing the bottom of her toes and sole on the edge of the footrest, scraping off the gunge from her bare foot. It was, she confirmed, as thick and horrible as it looked.

'Rosie, you're going down!' Dave laughed, 'but from just how high! I'm going to ask you three questions, and for each question you get wrong Felicity will crank you up one notch. Are you ready?'

'No!' Rosie cried.

'Oh well, I think Flick and I are. So here goes. What is the capital of Kenya?'

'Oh no! I don't do geography! I don't even know where Kenya is! Please this isn't fair!' Rosie complained.

'Do you have an answer?' Dave chuckled at the glamour girl's discomfort.

'No idea! Kenya Town!' Rosie said in a resigned voice. Part of her was happy that she was going to get lifted away from the continued spraying from the bubbling mire.

'That's not right! It's Nairobi!' Laughed Dave. 'What do we do?'

Felicity cheered, 'CRANK HER UP!' her smile growing as each moment passed, in exact opposite proportions that Rosie's smile was diminishing.

'How is it up there?' Dave asked Rosie.

Rosie's chair had glided gently up and clunked in place. Rosie was clutching the sides of the chair as it moved. She let go of the sides and rubbed her bare legs, keeping her thighs together, her toes still curled over the footrest. With her clean, tight GYOB t-shirt on, she couldn't help but feel and notice her large nipples poking through the thin material which strained to keep her breast in, making the t-shirt ride up and expose her toned tummy. She was braless. She didn't want to ruin her bra in the gunge. Nor did she want to ruin another pair of knickers. She kept her legs shut hoping that nobody would notice that she wasn't wearing any panties. 'It looks horrible. I'm sorry Flick. Please don't do this!'

Felicity looked up at Rosie and laughed. 'There's no way you're getting out of this now!'

'You don't really want to see me get dunked and have my poor bare feet covered in slop, do you? I'm sorry for taking your shoes and getting your feet covered in ketchup!' Rosie continued her plea.

'Did you tell the crew to do that?' Felicity cried. She could tell my Rosie's reaction that she did tell the crew to cover Flick's toes with ketchup live on air on Babestation. 'You cow! You deserve this!' she scornfully laughed.

'Oh no!' Rosie groaned, her head in her hands, her ponytail flopping over her shoulder as she hunched her head.

'Oh dear girls. It looks like revenge will defiantly be sweet today! Rosie, your next question. What is five squared?'

'Oh god no!' Rosie cried. 'You know I can't do maths! Ask me one about TV or films!'

Dave laughed. 'Do you have an answer?'

'Ten!' spat out Rosie annoyed at Dave and Felicity for asking questions she obviously didn't know the answer to.

'Oh no, it's 25!' Dave laughed.

Felicity didn't know the answer either, but they both knew the answer to Dave's next question. 'What do we do with Rosie?'

'CRANK HER UP!'

Up Rosie glided on her chair. Her head still in her hands. She ran her hands over the back of her head, smoothing out her ponytail. The magnitude of her situation was hitting home. The bubbling vat of slime so far away from her now looked disgustingly uninviting. But she knew she was getting closer to being dunked in it. The thought sent shivers down her spine making her visibly shudder.

'You ok up there, Rosie?' Dave asked as they watched the colour drain from Rosie's pretty face. If it wasn't for her perfect makeup, her face would have been as white as a ghost's.

'No. Not really. Please call this off!' Rosie forced a giggle through her fake smile.

'I'm afraid not. You agreed to be on my show!' Dave laughed. 'Anyway, here's your final question. And it is about films, so you should be good at this!' Rosie forced another smile and bent forward, looking down on Dave and Flick. She gently scratched the tops of her bare feet with her long pink fingernails as she listened. 'What year did the first Oscars ceremony take place?'

Rosie sat up and sighed. 'I meant modern films! I've no idea. This isn't fair! I don't know.' She looked at the ramp behind her, then the gunk dunk below. She curled her toes. '1950.' she said, knowing it was probably wrong.

'Oh dear. No it was 1929! You weren't even close!' Dave laughed. 'What do we do?'

Rosie held her head in her hands and sat still. 'CRANK HER UP!' the chair clunked upwards and reached the top of the ramp. Again, Rosie looked over her shoulder to confirm it was the top, then she looked at the bubbling pit so far away below her. She read the white slogan in the dark goo, so much clearer and easier to read from this distance 'Bathe the Babe in the Bog!' she groaned loudly resigned to her fate.

Dave looked at Felicity who was beaming. 'Flick, this is your friend and co-worker on Babestation. She's jealous of your popularity, she hides your shoes so you have to do the show barefoot and she gets your crew to squirt ketchup on your toes, it's time for you to get her toes and the rest of her covered in something much worse than ketchup. Gunk this tiresome glamour girl in the gunge. Pull that lever and get your own back!'

Felicity cheered and grabbed the lever, yanking it. With her other hand she blew Rosie a kiss and winked at her. She was so happy to have won and been able to dunk Rosie but also so relieved that it was Rosie sitting up there and not her!

Sparks showered from either side of Rosie's chair. She kept her hands on her thighs, her back straight as the chair started its descent. The large vat of gunge was getting closer and closer as she flew down the ramp. The speed of the chair made her part her thighs to keep her balance, and as she came closer to the end of the ramp, the grip of her hands on her legs reduced. Moments before the bottom, a deluge of red and blue gunge came crashing down on her head. It completely missed her bare legs and chest and seemed to just follow her head as she hurtled down the ramp. She lifted her hands in defiance, showing off her toned navel but also making her big boobs nearly jump out of the bottom of her t-shirt. Her face was dripping in slime, running off her chin and over the exposed part of her heaving breasts. She kicked her legs up, straightening them, her bare toes spread as the chair hit the bottom of the ramp.

In her seated position, her legs still outstretched and her arms up in the air, her toes pointing to the ceiling, the ramp came to a halt dumping the Babestation beauty arse first straight into the gunk dunk, her tight shorts snagging on the seat and being dragged down from her bum, so that the her bare skin from her peachy arse was first to make contact with the gunk dunk, followed by her legs and torso, her head falling in last with her ponytail floating on the surface.

Sat under the gunge, Rosie felt just how horrible and thick it really was. Her shorts were part way down her thighs and her entire body was covered in nasty goo. She tried to pull her shorts up, but they were too heavy and tight. Her bare pussy was slathered in slime. She rubbed herself and moaned. It felt amazingly good but disgustingly naughty. She curled her toes. She tried to spread and waggle them but they were clogged up with horrible thick gunk. She shuffled on to her knees and knelt up, poking her head through the surface and still rubbing her bare bum and pussy under the surface. Gunge had filled her top, dragging it down and exposing more of her boobs. She blinked her eyes, but she knew what would happen next. She had seen this happen to people so many times before. She was just gutted it was happening to her and not Felicity.

Then it came. A large deluge of runny pink and green gunge all over her messy head. She shook her head, her ponytail plastered to her head. She sat down on her heels, dunking her tits back under the surface of the gunk dunk. The torrent from above had stopped and she moved her hands from her midriff to her boobs, pulling her top up under the gunge and rubbing handfuls of thick, slimy goo into her erect nipples and big boobs. She pulled her top down and knelt up again. She pulled her hands from under the gunge and wiped her eyes and face, wringing slime from out of her ponytail.

'Oh dear! Just look at the state of her!' Dave laughed. 'How may calls do you think she'd get now!'

'You'd be surprised at what some people want to see' Laughed Rosie, lying back and kicking out her legs. She pushed her crotch up making gunge run over her private parts. She slyly looked around to see if anyone had noticed that her bare pussy was bobbing on the surface masked only by thick, colourful gunge.

'How do you feel, Flick? Was it worth getting messy before for this? Is dunking you friend and co-worker Rosie everything you hoped it would be?' Dave asked.

'And more!' Felicity laughed. 'It was well worth it! She looks such a state! She deserves everything that she got!'

Rosie continued to lie on the thick gunge, she lifted her bare foot and waved it at Felicity, purple gunge slithered down her upturned sole. Her toes clogged up with slime. 'I can't believe you did this to my poor bare feet!' Rosie complained waving her foot and waggling her toes. At that moment another deluge of slime descended on Rosie's body, making her flap and submerge once more. With a fresh layer of gunge, Rosie's head emerged once more. She wiped her face again with her slimy hands, flicking her manicured fingers making gunge splatter back into the gunk dunk before submerging her hands and gently rubbing her bare pussy below the surface of the gunge once again. She smiled wryly.

'Thank you to Rosie and Felicity for making today's show such an epically messy one! And if you have someone you want to get your own back on, just email me and maybe it will be you stood here about to dunk your friend, or co-worker, or partner, or boss, or anyone else you want to get revenge on. Bye bye everyone. Bye bye!' Dave waved goodbye, grinning manically, satisfied that this was another job well done.