(Story requested by bobjim - I hope you like it)

It had taken months of plotting to arrange for today's big event, but everything was going perfectly to plan for Rob. He'd been luckily that his cousin just happened to work as a researcher for the studio that hosted Gunge Plunge; one of the messiest and humiliating shows of TV. But it had been his unrelenting campaigning that had persuaded the college to accept the invitation to be on the show and a rigged ballot that saw him elected to compete against his nemesis, Miss Nightingale.

Miss Nightingale was undoubtedly the sexiest teacher at the college with her blonde hair, ample breasts and pert bottom that was barely hidden by the tight skirts she wore. In fact, most of the male students, and probably a few of the female ones, had a crush on her. That had certainly been the case with Rob until he'd taken her class and he'd decided she had no sense of humour whatsoever. Of course, that might have been to do with her keep catching him staring at her backside.

Rob and Miss Nightingale had arrived in at the television studio in a minibus alongside half a dozen students and the head mistress who drove. After confirming their identities, the security guards at the front gate directed them to reserved parking space where they were met by a production assistant. The assistant led the group into the building before directing most of them to the auditorium whilst he then escorted Rob and Miss Nightingale to the changing rooms.

Separated from Miss Nightingale, Rob made his way into one of the changing rooms. Inside he found a pair of black shorts, a light blue t-shirt with the name of the show written across the front and a pair of black plimsolls. He quickly stripped to his underwear and put on the supplied clothes. Next was a quick trip to the makeup room where his usually wild hair was tamed, and he was given a powdering before finding himself shown into a waiting area.

It was there he met up with his cousin Josie who had helped arrange all this. Josie was a couple of years older than Rob and had gone to the same college before applying for a one-year internship at the studio and luckily getting full time employment with them afterwards. It had been Josie who had contacted the college and persuaded them to participate. She'd downplayed the mess and humiliation on the show and suggested the publicity would benefit the college.

"Is everything prepared?" Rob asked.

"Of course, " Josie replied "do you have the items?"

In addition to the mess, the penultimate humiliation for the losing contestant was to be dressed in a manner of the winners choosing whilst being suspended above a vat of gunge. Rob had decided that he finally deserved to get a good look at Miss Nightingale's curves and so had chosen something appropriately revealing for her to wear. He passed Josie the small bag he'd hidden upon his person which contained the selected items of clothing.

Josie took the bag and departed leaving Rob alone for a few minutes until another of the production assistants appeared to conduct him to the main studio. It was there that he was reunited with Miss Nightingale who was now dressed in a similar fashion to himself in t-shirt, shorts and plimsolls. She seemed a little nervous but before she could say or do anything the production assistant indicated for the pair of them to walk on to the studio.

"Let's welcome Miss Nightingale and her student Rob" the host announced.

The pair walked across to the stage area to the cheers of the in-house audience which included the other students from the college and the head mistress. They met the show's host a smartly dressed brunette called Tiffany and their opposition a young women called Lisa and her teacher Mr James. Both teachers were shown over to the side of the stage to watch whilst Rob and Lisa were told to sit behind a pair of adjacent desks ready for the start of round one.

Tiffany alternatively asked each student three simple general knowledge questions and unsurprisingly they got them all right so they both earned three points. The host encouraged the audience to give them a round of applause as the stagehands prepared the next for the next round. Having watched to show previously, Rob knew that this would be some kind of physical challenge where the teachers would get a chance to reduce or even totally wipe out the students' scores.

Two free standing football goals were brought on and set up on either side of the stage. Then two seesaw-like catapults were placed in the middle of the stage. The host indicted for Miss Nightingale and Mr James to join her by the catapults as the stagehands supplied Rob and Lisa with oversized foam hands before directing them to take up position in the goals. Rob guessed that the teachers would use the catapults to hurl balls at the goals whilst he and Lisa tied to block the shots. He was almost right except for one thing.

"Footballs would be far too predictable" Tiffany stated.

The stagehands wheeled on a pair of trollies laden with cream pies. Rob had realised there was a possibility of getting messy himself on the show although he had honesty hoped to avoid it. But he knew that losing points could spell the end of the revenge on his teacher; either because Lisa and Mr James would progress to the final round rather than him and Miss Nightingale or because he would, but Miss Nightingale would overturn his score and escape her messy fate.

So as Tiffany signalled for the two teachers to begin launching the pies towards the goals, Rob made sure intercept them no matter what. He did pretty well during the one-minute pastry barrage keeping all but one of them out of the back net which was certainly better than Lisa as her goal seemed decorated with pies. He also managed to keep himself clean until the end of the round when the buzzer sounded, and he relaxed.

Unfortunately, Miss Nightingale had launched one final pie just beforehand and as Rob contemplated his achievement, and likely impending win, it stuck him straight in the face. The audience reacted with laughter as Rob stood there pie-faced and stunned by the unlucky happenstance. After a moment or two he wiped the cream from his face and glanced around the stage. Both Tiffany and Mr James were grinning at his humiliation and even Miss Nightingale appeared to be mildly entertained.

In fact, the only person who didn't seem to be amused was Lisa. She obviously recognised that her poor performance in the challenge had eliminated all her points from the round one making it almost impossible for her to win. Tiffany confirmed the results shortly afterwards with Rob dropping to two points and Lisa now on zero.

The third round was a virtual repeat of the first round only with harder questions. Once again Tiffany asked alternating questions of the students with Rob getting two of his right and Lisa actually answering all three of hers correctly. But despite her final surge it was too little as Rob was proclaimed the winner with a score of four to three. The audience applauded as Lisa and Mr James walked off the stage to leave Rob and Miss Nightingale set for the final part of the show.

"Bring out the tank!" Tiffany shouted.

The stagehands wheeled an immense circular tank into the middle of the studio. The tank was made of a clear plastic and inside it was filled with thick green gunge. Against the tank was a ladder which led up to a chair which was suspended above the gunge. Miss Nightingale was starting to look apprehensive as she realised her likely fate.

Tiffany explained that there was still a chance for Miss Nightingale to escape the gunge if she could match Rob's score by answering four questions correctly. Rob knew that these questions would be much harder than those asked of the students and whilst the occasional low scoring contestant had been caught by the teacher no one had ever matched four. So, as he was led to the side of the studio by one of the stagehands, he began to picture in his mind Miss Nightingale sitting above the tank of gunge. He could hardly wait for the ultimate triumph of all his plotting.

Miss Nightingale breezed through the first two question and Rob began to worry that she might do the impossible. But then she hesitated after being asked the third question and Tiffany had almost timed her out when she blurted out an answer. Rob held his breath as the host confirmed Miss Nightingale was correct before asking the final question. Unbelievably she got this one right as well and Rob's world plummeted as the audience cheered his teacher's amazing feat.

Josie suddenly appeared by his shoulder and led him off. For a moment he thought she might be giving him an escape option especially when she took him back to his changing room. However, there was no sign of his own clothing in the room and so Rob glanced queryingly at his cousin. She smirked at him before tossing a small bag to him. Rob recognised the bag as it was the one, he'd brought in containing the clothing for Miss Nightingale but was confused why Josie was returning it to him now.

"Put them on" she commanded.

"You can't be serious?" Rob responded.

Rob was horrified by the day's appalling developments. He'd intended that Miss Nightingale be humiliated both by having to wear a flimsy costume and then getting gunged on the show. Instead, it was him who would be suffering the very public embarrassment. He opened the bag to reveal the hot pink bikini inside and took it out. Wearing the bikini bottoms would be bad enough but it was clear that Josie expected him to put on the bra-like top on as well.

Josie turned her back as Rob stripped and put on the demeaning swimwear. The bottoms did little to nothing to conceal his manhood and try as he might he could figure out how to get the top on. Eventually Josie had to help him with the top, sniggering as she did so. Then it was a quick trip to makeup again to clean the remaining pie cream from his face and a full body powdering down before he was returned to the studio for his upcoming forfeit.

The stagehands were barely able to suppress their laughter as he passed them. The audience couldn't suppress theirs as they erupted into gales of laughter when he walked on stage dressed in the pink bikini. It was even worse as he climbed the ladder against the gunge tank as his bum was barely covered by the bikini bottoms and this provoked more than a few wolf whistles from the audience. Finally, Rob reached the seat at the top of the tank and sat on it.

Tiffany showed Miss Nightingale over to the lever that released the seat above the tank and turned to face the in-studio audience which included Rob's fellow college students and their head mistress. Tiffany led the audience in a countdown from five and when they reached zero Miss Nightingale pulled the lever. At first nothing happened, and Rob wondered if he'd been given a reprieve but then the seat gave way and he plunged downwards.

Rob hit the gunge and was quickly enveloped by it. He took him a moment or two to gather is wits and emerge from the thick slimy substance and when he did, he was immediately assaulted by a deluge of gunge from above. The audience cheered at his unfortunately plight and all around the studio people laughing at him including Miss Nightingale who seemed to have gained a sense of humour. Rob just wallowed there in the gunge hoping his day would end.

The End.