The Get Your Own Back music played showing the crazy games, Dave Benson-Philips wearing his usual bright shirts pulling faces at the camera and contestants getting a variety of different colour gunge thrown, poured, dumped and splattered on them. The opening sequence montage finished with the usual show ending a female's viewpoint of their bare feet on a platform hurtling down a ramp getting splatted with gunk before disappearing in a large vat of multi-coloured gunge.

'Hello everybody!' cried Dave B-P as he bounced in front of the camera, 'Welcome to a new episode of Get Your Own Back' the audience cheered as Dave continued. 'Without further a-goo, let's meet our first contestant!'

A smiling blonde girl walked out wearing the yellow GYOB t-shirt and black shorts. She was short in height, but perfectly in proportion. She had clearly spent some time doing her hair and makeup as it was spotless. Her blonde hair was nearly tied up, showing her soft neck, blue eyes and big smile. On her ankle was a little heart tattoo.

'Hi Dave! I'm Charmaine and I want to get my own back on my mum, Lucy!' The bubbly blonde girl said enthusiastically.

The screen cut away to a pre-recorded film of Charmaine, dressed casually in a strappy top which accentuated her big breasts and tight fitting jeans. Charmaine's voice continued the narrative as the camera panned around a house.

'My mum, is a slave driver, she needs to have everything neat and tidy all the time and when anything's not in its place, she gets very stressed out! When I get back from college, she doesn't let me chill and watch the TV until the house is spotless.' The film showed Charmaine making a mess and her exasperated mother tiding up after her. 'She's just as bad at work,' the film cut to a posh looking beauty salon with Charmaine lounging about getting treatment, her fingernails being filed and simultaneously receiving a facial her mum still running around after her. 'it's all go, go, go. Do me a favour, Dave, and give my stressed out mum a relaxing trip into your gunk dunk!'

'Let's meet this stressed out mum!' said Dave as boos echoed around the studio.

The lady from the film, Charmaine's mum, walked out. Rather than being dressed in her smart clothes from the film, she was wearing a yellow GYOB t-shirt and shorts. Like in the film, though, she was very glamorous with it. She had a curvy figure with big breasts and with impeccable makeup on her face, her nails perfectly manicured and here blonde hair flawlessly styled and tied up. Her skin was brown from sunbeds and looked healthy and soft.

'So, Lucy, what do you have to say for yourself?' Asked Dave.

'Well, I think Charmaine is wrong. I'm not a slave driver, she's just lazy!' Lucy replied.

'Let's leave it there, shall we, Lucy? And let's meet the blues!'

Across from the other side of the stage ran on an athletic looking girl dressed in a blue GYOB t-shirt and black shorts. Her dark hair was short and neatly styled to her head and it was clear by the way her t-shirt hung from her slim body that she was a sporty girl. She hadn't applied a lot of makeup and was naturally beautiful with a cheeky dimpled smile and a sparkle in her eyes. She waved sportingly at the audience and stood next to Dave.

'Hi Dave and hi everyone!' she said confidently 'My name's Emma and I too want to get my own back on my mum, Charlotte.'

Once again, the screen cut away to Emma in a tight crop-top and cycling shorts working out in a gym. Emma's soft voice continued the story.

'My mum, Charlotte is sooooo embarrassing! She joined the same gym as me and is always chatting up the fit lads.' In the background, a fit blonde haired lady was chatting and laughing with a couple of younger men by some weights. 'She's always trying to say we're sisters cos she says she doesn't look old enough to have an 18 year old daughter.' The scene changed to Charlotte and Emma taking part in a high energy spinning class, sweat pouring from both of them. 'She challenges me all the time to try and show that she's fitter than me.' Charlotte and Emma stopped peddling on their bikes and Charlotte raised her hands in the air cheering like she had just won a race, Emma responded by shaken her head and looking down embarrassed. 'Put my mum in her place, Dave, and drop her in your gunk dunk!'

'Let's meet this sporty mum!' cried Dave as the audience booed.

The lady from the film jogged out, also wearing the blue GYOB t-shirt and shorts. She was undeniably Emma's relation, although she looked a little older, is did not look like there was nearly 20 years between them. Her blonde hair was also tied back and, like her daughter, she did not put much makeup on. She had a fresh face and a big smile which showed her perfect white teeth.

'Hi Dave!' Charlotte said as she joined her daughter.

'What do you have to say for yourself?' Dave asked.

'Well' Charlotte started before it cut away to another film. Set in the same gym as before, but this time, it was Charlotte giving the narrative.

'My daughter is such a pain! She follow me everywhere I go and copies me with everything I do. She even once had the same hairstyle as me. The final straw was when she joined my gym! Every class I take and every person I speak to, I look round and there she is! They say that imitation is the greatest form of flattery, but Dave, really? Do us all a favour and let me get my own back on Emma and dunk her in the gunk dunk!'

'Well, well, well!' said Dave, 'This is a twist!'

'Actually, Dave,' said Lucy, the mum from the yellows 'can I say something?'

'By all means, love!' Dave said.

'Well' Lucy began as the scene was switched to another pre-recorded film.

The film showed Charmaine lounging around in the salon from the first film. Lucy's narrative over the film continued. 'Charmaine is unbelievable! Not only is she so messy at home and I spend most of my time cleaning up after her, but after college, she comes to my beauty salon and expects to be waited on hand and foot!' The film showed Charmaine getting a manicure then a pedicure. 'All the treatments she receives are free and how does she show her gratitude? She want to gunge me! Dave, give her your beauty treatment and cover her in the slime from your gunk dunk!'

'Oh, so both our mums want to get their own back on their girls and the girls want to get their own back on their mums!' Dave summarised. 'Having heard all the arguments, I think I'm going to agree with your mums they do know best, don't they!! I'm afraid that one of you two, Emma and Charmaine, are going for a trip in my gunk dunk I've deceived to spare your mothers For now!! Ha ha!!'

Emma and Charmaine looked at each other, then at Dave and then at their devious mothers for setting them up like this. Their faces filled with dread as the camera panned over the gunk dunk and projected the disgusting looking slop on a big monitor behind them. Charmaine looked at her feet and shook her head in disbelief. Her mum, Lucy and Emma's mum, Charlotte had massive smiles on their faces, ecstatic that they managed to get one over on their daughters.

'You can't do this' Charmaine protests fell on deaf ears.

'This isn't fair!!' added Emma.

'It is fair, Emma,' Dave replied, 'you were happy to dunk your mothers, so I think it's fair they should get to dunk you instead!! Ha ha!!'

Once again, Emma and Charmaine looked dumbstruck, disappointed and scared as to how this show will end for one of them.

'But Before the gunk dunk, we have three messy games to play. So without further delay let's get on with the first game!' Dave announced.

*****

Dave stood in the games arena with the mums, Lucy and Charlotte either side of him. Around them lay various items of soft beauty items including big hairbrushes, large lipsticks, hairdryers, hair straighteners and big tubs of nail polish, one set was all yellow and the other all blue. They were scattered around beauty salon furniture, sets of sinks, chairs and loungers.

Dave introduced the game. 'Welcome to the GYOB beauty salon how does it compare to yours, Lucy?' Lucy looked around and laughed, as Dave continued the game instructions. 'The Get Your Own Back salon is a real mess. Our mums, here, have to collect the items of beauty products that have been scattered on the floor making sure that they only collect the items that are coloured in their team's colour.' Dave addressed the mothers. 'Once you've found an item, you need to bring it over here, to the storage cabinets.' Dave walked the mothers over to the edge of the beauty salon games area. Next to the cabinets, sat sulking, were Emma and Charmaine.

Emma and Charmaine were sitting on big, black, leather looking lounger chairs, their legs stretched out in front of them, barefooted with their soft soles facing the salon set. Just below their feet and in front of their loungers was a pit of horrible looking brown muck.

'Mums,' Dave continued, 'once you have collected all the items and place them in the cabinet, you need to close the cabinet door. The first mum to tidy the salon and close the cabinet door will make their daughter's chair tip and slide her into the special 'orrible Get Your Own Back mud bath!'

Cries of 'ooooooh' and 'yuck' came from the audience as the cameras panned over the brown, bubbling mud pit. This was echoed by a disgusted looking Emma and Charmaine. This was definitely not how they expected the show to have started.

'The winner of this games gets their daughter lifted one notch above the gunk dunk.' Dave continued. 'So, mums, take your starting positions Get set Get tiding that salon!'

Charlotte and Lucy rushed straight to work. They gathered the items one at a time and placed them in their respective storage cabinets. Emma and Charmaine were helpless and could do nothing to stop or even slow down their mums. But they did get a good view and perspective of how the game was going. And Charmaine was clearly the happier of the two. Charlotte was a lot quicker on her feet than Lucy. Charlotte was nearly finished and looking for the last item, whilst Lucy still had several to find. Emma was willing her mother not to find the last item. From her position she could see it, a blue hairdryer, and her mum was nowhere near it as she continued to looking around for it.

Emma looked over at Charmaine, her mum, Lucy had put yet another item in her cabinet. She willed Lucy on and looked back over at her mum. To Emma's dismay, as she turned to look for her mum, she saw that Charlotte had found the hair dryer and was sprinting back towards Emma.

Emma looked in dismay as her mum put the final item into the cabinet and closed the door. Lucy had realised that she had lost the game and stopped running around the salon set and looked over at Emma. The top Emma's chair began to rise, so that Emma was being tilted into an almost standing position.

Gravity eventually took its cause and Emma slid down the chair, feet first towards the mud bath. Her little feet disappeared in the brown slime, followed by her athletic, toned legs and bum. The chair had dumped her into the mud bath in a sitting position. She lifted her knees out for the gunge and pulled them protectively to her chest. The gunge dripped from her bare knees down her lags. She lifted her toes from the ground, her heels still on the floor and watched as the horrible brown goo drained from over her little toes. She squished her feet back into the gunge, submerging them.

A torrent of brown muck came splashing down the chair and saturating the back of Emma's head and the back of her t-shirt. Emma could feel the gunge soaking her back and making the thin material of her t-shirt stick to her bare skin. She shook the slime off her head and ran her hand over her head, though her hair to get as much gunge out as possible from her short black hair. Emma's big dimples and smile were no longer there as she shuddered, cowering in the mud bath.

Emma stood up in the mud bath as soon as she could. She was shin deep in the smooth, runny, brown gunge. Her legs were shiny and brown from the slime, with the gunge dripping from her shorts. She moved her little feet around the gunge and looked over at her mum in shock and disbelief that this had happened to her. Especially as it was caused by her mum.

As gungings go, she felt she got of quite lightly, the front of her t-shirt and her face were relatively clean. She shook her little bum as the gunge dripped off it. She could feel it had soaked through her shorts and run up the legs of her shorts making her underwear disgustingly wet and sticky with slime.

'Well done, Charlotte!' Dave said 'That win puts Emma one notch above the gunk dunk and has given Emma a good gunging! How does it feel, Emma?'

'Disgusting, Dave. This isn't fair!!' Emma continued to protest as she wiped the brown slime from her legs. She really wanted to get out of the gunge pool, the feeling of the slime over her skin was nasty and she hated having her bare feet submerged in it. She curled her little toes in disgust, lifting them out of the gunge pool and then having to dunk them back under.

'Lucy, as for you' Dave walked over to Lucy and put his arm around her. 'I'm afraid you lost, so that means you've got a forfeit.'

Charmaine's eyes lit up at the thought of getting her mum messy.

'Come over here.' Dave said as he guided Lucy to one of the salon chairs, which looked similar to the one Emma and Charmaine were sat on. Charmaine had climbed down from her chair and made her way over to Dave and her mum. 'Take a seat, Lucy.' Dave said. Lucy did as she was told and sat on the chair. She swivelled her body round so that she was almost lying down, with her feet stretch in front of her. She clasped her hands on her little tummy and looked over at Dave and Charmaine.

'How about giving your mum's hair a quick wash?' Dave asked Charmaine, passing her a small bucket of blue gunge labelled shampoo.

'Good idea!' said Charmaine. She didn't need to be asked twice as she took the bucket from Dave and made her way to the top of the chair where her mum's head was. 'Look up' Charmaine commanded. Lucy scrunched her eyes closed and held her breath. Charmaine poured the bucket of gunge over her mum's head and face. The blue slime dripped down covering Lucy's perfectly styled hair and makeup covered face. When the stream of slime had stopped, Lucy cleaned the gunge from her eyes with her hands and smiled. 'Conditioner?' Charmaine asked sarcastically as she upended a small bucket of purple gunge with conditioner written on it over her mum's already messy head and face.

When the bucket was empty, Lucy sat up, legs still stretched out in front of her. The gunge dribbled down her face as she tried to clean it with her hands. The slime trickled down her neck and back. Lucy sat on the chair smiling. The forfeit was not over yet.

'How about some nail polish, Lucy?' Asked Dave as he passed a small bucket of red gunge to Charmaine.

Lucy, smiling, obliged by placing her hands out in front of her, palms down and fingers together. Her nails were already perfectly manicured, not too long with white tips. They had already been splattered with the blue and purple shampoo and conditioner gunge. Slowly Charmaine tipped some red gunge on her mum's hands. Then Charmaine stopped and walked to the foot of the chair. She placed the bucket of gunge between Lucy's feet and pulled off Lucy's trainers, discarding them on the floor, revealing Lucy's bronzed bare feet, with white tipped toenails matching her fingernails. Charmaine lifted the red nail polish gunge bucket up and slowly emptied it over her mum's feet. Lucy laughed as she scrunched and waggled her toes to ensure that they were completely covered in the gunge. Lucy was clearly enjoying the gunging, she leant forward and, using her hands, she massaged the gunge into the tops of her feet and between her toes.

'How did that feel, Lucy?' Asked Dave.

'Yeah, that was really nice and relaxing.' Lucy replied as she continued to smear the red gunge over her hands, legs and feet.

'You're not supposed to be enjoying this, Lucy!' Dave cried.

Charmaine couldn't believe how much her mum was loving her forfeit.

'How about a nice facial to finish off with?' Dave asked. Right on cue, as Lucy rubbed the red gunge into her feet, Charmaine slapped a gooey white custard pie into her mum's face. Bits of pie dripped on Lucy's lap as she cleared the pie from her eyes laughing!

'Thank you, Char!' Lucy said, laughing. Her face covered in white pie and hair still dripping with gunge.

'Good stuff, ladies. Let's get washed up for the next game.'

*****

The cameras panned round to the new set that had been created whilst everyone was getting cleaned up and changed.

In the middle of the set was a large inflatable pool with big fish floating on a layer of blue gunge. Above the pool were Charlotte and Lucy sat on a raised wall wearing fishing hats and holding fishing rods in their hands. Their bare feet swinging over the wall, half a metre above the gunge pool.

Dave came on to introduce the game. 'Welcome to today's second game. We have our fisher-ladies,' Dave pointed to Charlotte and Lucy who waved back at Dave, still swinging their feet above the gunge pool. 'Their job is to catch as many fish as they can from the Get Your Own Back lake.' Charlotte and Lucy started casting out their rods in a mock fishing motion.

Dave continued to explain, 'But to try and slow you down, we have your daughters who will be trying to pinch the fish from the lake with their nets!' Charmaine and Emma walked out embarrassed dressed ducks, with yellow beaks on their faces and rubber rings, with ducks on them, around their waists. In their hands they had long sticks with nets on the end. 'Charmaine and Emma will be blindfolded and waddling around the lake trying to catch some fish too.'

The looks on Charmaine and Emma's faces said it all. They looked ridiculous and were about to get a bit messy. Neither was at all impressed. Emma had just managed to clean the gunge off herself from the last game and now she had to climb into the gunge pool. Charmaine was dreading getting messy. She enjoyed sliming her mum, but hated the thought of getting messy herself.

'The mother who hooks the most fish by the end of the game will win, and lift her daughter one notch away from the gunk dunk! You have one minute to catch as many fish as you can. Get set' Dave continued as Charmaine and Emma tentatively stepped barefooted into the gunge lake. Their feet disappeared into the blue slime, the goo just covering the tops of their feet. Both girls recoiled as the smooth runny gunge ran between their toes and under their feet, they shuffled around carefully as to not slip. Charmaine and Emma pulled duck masks cum blindfolds over their faces they were now ready to start the game.

'Go!' Dave cried and the game began.

Emma and Charmaine tried not to move too much and too quickly as they didn't want to slip and fall into the gunge. They prodded their big sticks around the pool to try and locate the fish and scoop it in their nets. Lucy and Charlotte were having an easier time. They were hooking the fish out from around their blindfolded daughters and collecting them in baskets by the wall. They were catching them at roughly the same pace and it was difficult to see who was catching the most.

In between trying to hook fish out, Charlotte and Lucy had quick swipes and nudges at their daughters, trying to unbalance them. It was Lucy who started it off, after she had her first fish hooked, Charmaine came a little too close to Lucy's rod. Instinctively, Lucy waved the dangling fish at the head of her blindfolded daughter, splattering her with a little bit of gunge. Charmaine, in shock, nearly lost her footing. She dropped her fishing net and wiped the gunge from her mouth, which was unfortunately open. Then Charmaine decided that she had to bend down to try and find the net again. Lucy gave her an encouraging prod with her fishing rod whilst laughing.

Charlotte watched as Charmaine was bent over, her round bum in the air and her hands in the gunge searching for the net. Emma was getting close to Charmaine, the net end Emma's stick in the gunge and her weight propped on the other end of the stick searching for fish. Charlotte took the opportunity to pull Emma's stick away from her with the fishing rod as she hooked a fish out of the pool in front of Emma. Emma still held on to the stick as it slid away from her through the gunge. Momentarily, she lost her balance, her feet slithering, stamping and splashing around in the gunge pool, splattering blue slime up her bare legs. She composed herself and regained her balance, just as her mum came with another swipe of her fishing rod, complete with fish attached towards her head. This time Emma lost her balance and came crashing down in the gunge pool with a splat. Emma was sat in the slime, she could feel a fish near her legs, so she picked it up and threw it in the direct of her mum, missing her as Charlotte ducked out of the way.

The gunge covered Emma's shorts and, once again, gave her a soggy bum. But Emma wasn't finished yet. With sheer determination, she stood back up, the slime dripping from her bum and down the back of her legs. She curled her toes as she slipped and slid in the gunge looking for either a fish or her net. She found neither and just managed to bump into a disorientated Charmaine. Charmaine was still bend over, hands in the gunge looking for her net. The collision made her lose her balance too and she slipped and skidded in the gunge. She took her weight on her hands and her knees dropped into the gunge. She was now on all fours, the cold gunge covering from her hands, lower leg and her upturned soles. All she could think about was her ruined manicure and pedicure as she crawled around fumbling in the gunge.

To Emma and Charmaine's relief, a minute had passed and a klaxon sounded with the lights coming up to the cheering of the audience.

'That was a close game!' Said Dave as he entered the set and walked over to Charlotte's fish basket. Charmaine and Emma pulled off their duck masks, wiped the splattering of gunge from their faces. Blue gunge dripped from their lower legs and from the back of Emma's sodden shorts. They both looked over at their mum's fish baskets with a mixture of eagerness and anticipation they had no idea how their mums did but they were looking forward to gunging the loser after the splattering of gunge they just received.

Dave leant over and started counting the fish from the basket, throwing them as he counted. 'One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine. Nine fish! Well done Charlotte!' The audience cheered as did Charlotte. Everyone looked over as Dave counted the fish from Lucy's basket. 'One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. Eight? Is that it? Yes, eight fish! Bad luck Lucy, it looks like Charlotte is the winner and Emma is now two notches above the gunk dunk!' Charlotte, Charmaine and the audience cheered loudly. Charmaine punching her fist in the air victoriously.

'You know what that means Lucy' Dave said to Charmaine's delight.

'Another forfeit?' Lucy said trying to look disappointed. Although Lucy was disappointed that she wasn't going to gunge her daughter, she was not worried about getting gunged herself. She was, once again, quite looking forward to it.

'Come down here Lucy. And you too Charlotte.' Said Dave as Charlotte and Lucy climbed down some steps that were concealed at the back of the wall.

Charmaine had stepped out of the gunge pool and was looking down at her blue gunge covered knees, calves and feet. She rubbed the slime around in her hands.

'I think you and Emma need to take a seat in the lake' Dave said as he held Lucy's hand, steadying her as she placed her bare foot in the pool.

Lucy smiled as the gunge flowed under her foot and between her toes. She stepped her other foot in. Doing as Dave instructed, she lowered herself into the pool, she sat down, legs straight out in front of her and her blue slimy toes pointing towards the ceiling. The gunge rushed up her legs and into her shorts soaking her knickers. She laughed and looked up at Dave.

Emma, who was still standing in the gunge, watched as Lucy sat in the pool. It wasn't that deep and the tops of Lucy's legs and her knees were still clean. Resigned to her fate, she copied Lucy and sat back down in the gunge pool in a much more controlled fashion than her graceless tumbling in during the game. The gunge splattered rubber duck ring still around her waist, Emma sat in the pool next to Lucy. Emma lifted her knees and held them to her chest. She had a good idea as to what was about to happen.

'Here's your forfeit, Emma!' Charlotte cruelly said, causing Emma to look up at her. Charlotte was holding a bucket of blue, runny gunge that had been scooped out from the pool. The gunge fell all over Emma's face and Charlotte moved the bucket round to completely cover poor Emma's face and hair. The gunge dripped from her short dark hair and over her bare knees. Emma rubbed the goo off her arms and legs as the final drops of gunge fell from the bucket. She shook her head and cleared her eyes, looking up to her mother.

'Thanks for that that, mum!' Emma said.

'It was my pleasure!' responded a chuckling Charlotte.

Lucy was enjoying herself even more now. She was lifting handfuls of gunge from either side of her legs and dumping it on her soft, smooth bronzed legs rubbing it into her soft skin. She rubbed the gunge on her leg from her knees to her thighs making her tingle inside. She looked at her perfectly pedicured toes and waggled them, enjoying the feeling of the ooze running down between her toes. She dunked her feet under the gunge once more and enjoyed the fabulous sensations it gave her.

Slowly Charmaine poured the contents of a gunge bucket over her mum's head as Lucy played with the slime with her legs and feet. She aimed the bucket to completely destroy her perfectly styled blonde hair and the makeup on her face. And she was doing a good job of it. The blue gunge sloshed over Lucy's head flattening her hair and causing the gunge to trickle down her back and under her t-shirt. Lucy lifted her chin up and allowed the flow of gunge to cover her face, ruining her makeup.

The bucket was now empty and Lucy looked up at Charmaine, smiling. Lucy ran her slimy hands over her messy head.

'That was a brilliant forfeit!' said Dave. 'It looks like you didn't like that Emma!'

'This is horrible! Can I get out now?' replied Emma as Dave laughed.

Lucy on the other hand was still really enjoying herself. She rolled over onto her front and, elbows in the gunge in front of her, propped her head on her hands. 'I think this is amazing!' She replied. The gunge had flowed up the front of her shorts as she rolled over and soaked the front of her knickers. Her big boobs were dipping into the gunge, which had saturated her t-shirt and made her tummy and breasts sticky with the blue slime. She bent her legs at the knee and waggled her legs as she lay there, the gunge dribbling and flicking from her bare feet.

'Well, I'm glad you're having fun, Lucy' replied Dave, 'But it's now time to get cleaned up and ready for the third and final game before the gunk dunk!'


*****

The show continued with a now clean Lucy and Charmaine sat with Dave with the audience on the front row. Lucy's hair was once again immaculate and her makeup re-applied. Lucy still had a big smile on her face and was clearly enjoying the show. Charmaine, on the other hand, even though she enjoyed the end of the last game, she was scared as to how the final game may end and just how disgusting being dunked might be.

'So,' started Dave, 'we're sat here with Charmaine's brothers, Oliver and Jack and her dad, Paul. What do you guys think of how the show is going?'

'This is brilliant!' started one of Charmaine's brothers 'Char really deserves a good dunking for trying to get her own back on mum! She really is very messy at home. We do our best to keep the place tidy, but Char is always more occupied in how she looks!'

'Yeah,' the other brother piped up, 'she's gonna hate getting messy. She can be such a princess at times! She's always at mum's salon getting her hair or nails done'

'Or a facial.' The first brother added. 'She needs a good gunging! Char has to look perfect all the time, I think she'll look perfect in your gunk dunk!'

'Is this true?' Asked Dave to Charmaine, who sat still looking dejected with her head propped up by her hands, her elbows on her knees. Her demeanour was completely the opposite to her mum's, Lucy seemed to be really enjoying this.

'Dave,' Charmaine finally responded, 'it is true, I'd hate to be dunked in the slime. I don't like getting messy. I spent ages getting my hair done and getting pampered ready for the show. This really isn't fair. I told all my friends I was gonna be on your show and that I'd win and dunk my mum. I'm gutted that I won't get the chance to do that now!'

'What do you think to that Lucy? Would you switch places with Charmaine now?' Dave asked.

'Erm, no Dave.' Lucy replied. 'I have to say that I'm really having a ball!! I don't mind getting a little bit messy, but I can't wait to dunk Char in your gunge!'

'Confident words there, Lucy!' Dave added. Charmaine continued to shake her head in disbelief as she looked down at her bare feet.

'In the next and final game,' Dave continued, 'to slow someone down, one of you is going to wear a pair of my special messy wellies' Dave had two pairs of black wellies brought out to him by a stagehand. 'One is filled with my special recipe of gross, slimy mushy peas! And one is empty.'

The audience, joined by the whole of Charmaine's family, made disgusting 'oooh', 'yuck' and 'gross' noises.

'Lucy and Charmaine I think that your family should decide who should have which pair.' Said Dave.

Charmaine's brother and dad started talking amongst themselves.

Lucy piped up, 'I'd like to wear them if I can, please. The gunging I received before was fantastic, I'd love to get messy once again!'

Everyone looked at Lucy who was smiling, drumming her bare feet on the floor. Nobody knew if she was being serious or if this was some kind of reverse psychology.

'Actually, Lucy,' Paul, Charmaine's dad, replied. 'As much as I know you'd love to put them on, the boys and I have decided that Charmaine should wear them. Char's gonna hate this and it'll all add to the fun!'

Charmaine looked at her family with disappointment and dread. She predicted that they'd make this decision and she was gutted that her mum didn't get her wish. And they were right, she was going to hate this.

'Oh well.' Said Lucy as the stage hand put the empty boots in front of her, and the mushy pea filled wellies in front of Charmaine.

'Come on, Charmaine, pop them on.' Encouraged Dave with the backing of her family and the audience.

Reluctantly, Charmaine lifted her bare right foot from the floor and aimed her toes above the right boot. She slowly slid her foot into the boot. Her toes came into contact with the lumpy gunge and she forced her foot to the bottom. The green mess sprayed up her leg and spilled out over the edge of the boot. She waggled her toes in the boot. It felt absolutely disgusting. Her feelings were evident on her face. She lifted her left foot and pushed it into the other boot. The lumpy peas covering her soft feet and toes. When both feet were in, she moved her legs around the boots, displacing the mushy pea gunge. The lumpy mess squelched under her soles and squished between her toes. She shook her head and replaced her elbows on her knees, holding her head in her hands. She looked down her legs to the opening of the boots. The green lumpy slime still oozed out. She could only imagine what her pretty feet looked like inside the boots covered in the mushy peas but she did know that it felt truly disgusting.

A stage hand appeared with what looked like a jug and made his way over to Lucy.

'Lucy,' said Dave, 'so you don't feel left out, here's something for your boots'

Lucy was still sat down next to Dave and had already put her boots on. She had watched jealously at Charmaine putting her messy boots on and was clearly excited. She looked up at the stage hand who did, in fact, have a jug of green, gungy, mushy peas in his hand. She laughed and looked at Dave.

'Thanks Dave!' Lucy said as she rocked her legs back in her boots allowing there to be a gap between her shins and the rim of the boot. The stage hand slowly and carefully poured half of the contents of the jug in Lucy's left boot and half in her right boot. Lucy smiled as the green slop ran down her smooth tanned legs, over her ankles and to the base of her boots. She moved her legs and lifted feet from the bottom of the boot. The gunge ran under her soft soles and she squelched her feet down into it with a satisfied smile on her face. The lumpy goo running under and between her bare toes felt fantastic to her.

Dave got up to join the blue team, leaving a satisfied Lucy and miserable Charmaine chatting to their family, playing with their feet in the mushy pea filled wellies. They all looked over at where Dave now sat.

Dave sat between Emma and Charlotte. They had watched intently across the studio at the previous segment and had a reasonably good idea what was going to happen next. There were already two sets of wellies in front of them. Emma, who to her horror, had already been messy in the first two games, was determined not to get gunged again. She looked down at her little feet and tucked them away under her chair.

'Well, that was minging, wasn't it Charlotte?' Dave started the conversation.

'Yeah,' relied Charlotte, 'there's no way I'm going to volunteer to get messy. I've done my best to stay away from all the gunge and make sure Emma gets it!'

'And you're two notches away from the gunk, Emma. How do you feel? Do you think your mum will get you all the way to the top?' Dave asked.

'No chance, Dave. I couldn't do anything to stop her in the first game, and I nearly won the second, but I'll stop her in the final game, I promise. And I can't wait to inflict a forfeit on you, mum!' Answered Emma.

'Ha ha! I bet you can't!' said Dave. 'Let's see what your family and friends think. Who have we got here and what do you all think?'

A girl started talking, by her looks, she was clearly Emma's younger sister. She had the same slight, sporty physique and had similar styled short dark hair. 'I think you've done a great job, Dave, making Emma and Charmaine face the gunk dunk for trying to gunge their mums. I think it's really unfair that Emma wanted to gunge poor mum and I'm glad she's the one getting messy now. She really deserves it!'

'Strong words, there!' Dave replied.

'You're such a creep, Hayley!' Emma butted in. 'you encouraged me to get mum on this show and get my own back on her and dunk her in the gunge. You even said it'll be a good idea and you would have done it if I didn't!'

Hayley laughed and stuck her tongue out at her big sister. She was very happy that she was not on the show. She too would have hated to have been covered in gunge like her sister had been.

'What do you guys think?' Dave turned the conversation to the rest of Emma and Charlotte's supporters and friends.

One muscular guy started talking. 'We're having a great time, Dave. But we would rather see Charlotte in the gunk dunk, we were a bit gutted when you switched things around.' Charlotte looked at her friends shocked. 'Don't get me wrong, Charlotte, we love you, but we just think you could do with a good gunging!!'

'So you are all Charlotte's friends from the gym?' Dave asked.

Another big muscular fella continued. 'Yeah, Dave. We all go to the gym together. Charlotte is very competitive, as you've seen from her winning the past two games. We'd all love to see her slimed. And I think we can start off by making her put on those mushy pea filled wellies. You'd hate that, wouldn't you Charlotte!'

'They would both hate it!' Added Hayley. 'Mum would take in her stride, but Emma would be devo'ed if she has to put them on!'

'You're right,' another muscular bloke added. 'But Emma's already been messy twice, I think it's your mum's turn to see how it feels!!'

'Emma's used to getting messy now. Please don't make me do it!' pleaded Charlotte as the stagehand brought the wellies closer.

'I think a decision has been made!' added Dave as Charlotte looked down at the mushy pea filled wellies. Charlotte looked over at Lucy who was still clearly enjoying the feeling of the goo squelching under her foot and between her toes. Then Charlotte looked at the unhappy expression on Charmaine's face.

Charlotte shrugged her shoulders, and for the first time for a long while, a smile appeared on Emma's face. Both of Charlotte's small feet and nude toes disappeared into the wellies simultaneously. The expression on her face changed from eyes almost shut and cringing to eyes and mouth wide open as her toes came into contact with the disgusting slimy peas. She spread her toes as the goo ran over her foot, between her toes and rushed up her bare legs as she forced her feet to the bottom of the boots.

'This is disgusting!' Charlotte said addressing her so-called-friends. 'How could you do this to me!' Her feet were now at the bottom and she stood up, shooting bits of green mushy pea gunge up her bare legs. She was visibly repulsed by the experience as she shifted her weight around the boots, causing the gross gunge to slosh and slop over the soft skin of her legs and feet.

Emma checked that there were no hidden surprises in the other pair of boots and she slipped them on to her bare feet, relieved to not be on the receiving end of a gunging for once.

All the contestants made their way over to the set which was made to look like a factory. Charlotte and Lucy, squelching around in their pea filled boots, put on white aprons over their GYOB t-shirts, tying them up behind their backs, and white cook's hats on their heads.

'Welcome to the Get Your Own Back pie factory!' Dave announced, as he stood between the now ready Charlotte and Lucy. Charlotte stood still by Dave's side while Lucy was rocking back and forth in her wellies manipulating the mushy peas around her feet with a satisfied smile on her face.

'Ladies, what you need to do,' Dave explained to Lucy and Charlotte, 'is carefully carry these trays, which are stacked with containers holding pie mix, though the obstacles in the factory.' Dave picked up an empty tray and made his way through the obstacles of pseudo machinery, some low that needed to be stepped over, some taller requiring him to duck under. When he got to the other end of the obstacle course, he placed the tray on a table. 'You then need to empty the contents of your containers into the pie making machine.' Running up the side of the 'pie making machine' was a gauge with dashes running up it, which allowed Dave to judge who had emptied the most 'pie mix' into their 'machine'. 'Whoever gets the most pie mix into the machine in one minute will win and lift their daughter up one notch away from the gunk dunk.'

The audience cheered as the camera panned to Charmaine and Emma. Both girls were dressed in their GYOB t-shirts and shorts, still with their wellies on (Charmaine still sulking as the horrible goo squished around her bare feet) and chef's hats on their heads.

'Our girls will be trying to slow you down, Lucy and Charlotte, by throwing rubber pies at you.' Dave picked up a pie shaped like a Cornish pasties. 'And don't worry, for the losers of the game, I have a special pie surprise for you!'

'Lucy and Charlotte, get your first trays ready' shouted Dave. Lucy and Charlotte each picked up a tray which had containers of sloppy brown gunge balanced on them. Charmaine and Emma readied themselves with rubber pies in their hands. 'Go!' cried Dave.

Immediately, Charlotte was racing off. She had a tray in her hand and her plan was more about speed than ensuring that she didn't spill the tray's contents. She weaved through the obstacles and dodged the missiles thrown at her by Emma. Although Emma was taking some good shots at her mum, they all bounced off her mum as Charlotte reached the end of the course with dogged determination. Charlotte emptied the few remaining containers, that hadn't fallen off her tray as she darted through the obstacles, into the machine. She ran back as fast as she could with the slimy boots on her feet, back to the start line where she picked up her next tray.

Lucy knew she could not keep up with Charlotte's pace, so she carefully made her way around the obstacles, shielding her tray from the direct throws coming from Charmaine. The lovely gooey mess in her boots made it awkward for her to move and part of her wished she didn't act in such a cocky way as this would have been so much easier without the filled boots slipping under her feet. Lucy reached the end of the course and deposited the contents of the containers into the machine. There was more than twice as much as Charlotte's. Lucy smiled feeling confident in her approach and she waddled and squelched her way back to the start.

Not long after, Charlotte was back and emptying her second load into the machine. She looked at the gauges, Lucy had still collected more slop in her first run than she did in two runs. Not disheartened, she sploshed back to the start and picked up another tray. 'There should be enough time for at least one more run.' She thought to herself.

Lucy was getting midway through the obstacle course, slowly climbing over a machine, her arm still around her tray of containers shielding them from the constant peppering of objects from a determined Charmaine. And Charmaine was determined. Determined not to get any messier. The foul goo in her boots repulsed her as it ran over her feet and between her toes. Then she threw the best shot of the game. It missed Lucy but it managed to squeeze in under Lucy's shielding arm and rebound upwards knocking the tray of containers up into Lucy's white apron. The entire contents of the tray was now either over Lucy and dripping to the floor. Lucy looked at Charmaine in shock. Charmaine laughed and threw another pie at Lucy which bounced off Lucy's slimy apron covered chest. Dejected, Lucy made her way back to the start of the course.

Charlotte was filled with renewed encouragement having seen Lucy drop her tray in front of her. She slowed her pace down and moved over the obstacles knowing that this had to count. She looked at the big countdown clock above the set. This was going to be the last deposit. Lucy could never have enough time to get another tray to the other end of the course. Charlotte looked back at Lucy. She was hardly trying, she knew she had lost the game if Charlotte manages to get to the end of the course successfully. The missiles still rained in from Emma as Charlotte got to the end of the course. She carefully tipped every last drop of each container into the machine. There was no time for another run and Charlotte stood there as the final seconds ticked down.

A klaxon sounded and the lights came up as Dave came running on.

'Wow! What a brilliant final game!' Dave said excitedly. 'Come up here, Lucy,' he said as Lucy traipsed to the end of the course, tray still in her hand, boots squelching peas around her feet. 'Let's have a look at the scores.' Dave inspected the gauges, with Lucy and Charlotte looking in to verify the decision. But the decision was clear. The final run Charlotte managed to make and the great throw from Charmaine causing Lucy to drop the tray had settled the game.

'For the third game in a row, Charlotte, you are the winner!' Dave announced. 'And you know what that means, Emma. You are now THREE notches up the ramp away from my gunk dunk!'

The camera panned to Emma who was clearly disappointed. Not only did this mean a messy forfeit, she knew that her mum was one question away from dunking her in the gunge.

'As for you, Lucy, that was a costly spill!' Dave said.

'Well, it was a good throw from Charmaine, so well done to her.' Lucy replied, the brown gunge still dripping from her apron.

'That's very sporting,' Dave added, 'but it's not going to save you from a forfeit.'

Lucy tried to look disappointed, but it was clear, once again, that she wasn't scared of what was about to happen. She smiled broadly as Charmaine and Emma made their way over to Dave and their mums.

Once they were all together, Charmaine pleaded Dave, 'Please can I take these boots off, now? They're horrible!'

'You and Charlotte can, but I think Lucy and Emma had best keep them on for their forfeit.' Dave replied.

A relieved Charmaine sat on part of the factory set and, lifting and crossing her leg over the other, yanked off the welly. The green mushy pea mess spilled out over the floor. She crossed her other leg over and pulled the other welly off. Relieved now her feet were free from the mushy pea prison, she scraped as much of the muck off her legs and feet as she could and carefully stood up, cautiously as to not to stand back into the mess she had just made on the floor. She looked down at her lovely soft pretty feet. They were still green with the peas with lumps stuck to her delicate skin. She tried to wipe them off the top of her foot with the sole of her other foot.

Charlotte did the same and lifted her athletic, toned legs from the boots. The green goo dripped from the feet as she waggled her toes above the boots which stood up in front of her. She scraped her soles on the top of the boots to try and get more of the goo from her feet. She too stood up and took her place next to Dave.

Whilst Charlotte and Charmaine were taking their boots off, Emma and Lucy were led to the machine at the end of the set, where the containers were previously emptied. They each sat down on a stool and looked up. It was clear that a container of something horrible was hanging above them and was about to be released onto them. Emma tried to make herself as small as possible, tucking her legs under the stool and clasping her hands on her lap, tucking her elbows in, knees together. Lucy, on the other hand was laughing. She ran her hands through her hair and looked up excitedly waiting as to what the forfeit had in store. She scrunched her toes up in the boots, still enjoying the feeling of the slop between her toes.

'Come over here, Charmaine,' Dave encouragingly said as she motioned his arm for her to come towards him. Charmaine smiled and joined Charlotte and Dave. She could see her mum sat behind Dave and was looking forward to gunging her once again.

'Charlotte and Charmaine, for being the winners of that game, you get to make a gravy and beans pie out of Lucy and Emma. All you have to do is pull this chain to release it over them' Dave motioned to a chain by Lucy and another by Emma.

Charmaine was first to grab the chain. 'Enjoy, mum!' she said as she yanked the chain down. Lucy, still smiling looked up at the container of goo above her head. It suddenly opened and released a torrent of brown, lump gravy all over her face and perfectly styled hair.

'Oh my god! It really is gravy!' Lucy shuddered as the disgusting goo splattered over her head displacing her chef's hat, which fell to the floor.

She moved her body back and the flow of brown, slimy gravy covered her stained white apron and ran down her neck and into her t-shirt. Then the beans began to fall. Lucy had forgotten about what Dave had initially said about it being a gravy and beans pie. The beans splatted heavily on her lap and over her bare legs filling her boots to the brim replacing the peas that had fallen out during the game. She moved her head forwards and allowed the beans to splatter over her gravy covered hear. She continued to lean forward and the beans ran over her hair and down her back, filling the back of her t-shirt. She could feel them nestling at the base of her t-shirt and she willed them to travel down and fill her shorts. The flow of beans stopped and Lucy wiped her face clean of gravy and beans. All eyes were on Charlotte now. Lucy subtly moved her hands behind her back and pulled her shorts from her back. Satisfyingly, the beans flowed down over her thong covered bum. She stood up slightly allowing the beans to keep flowing, then she sat back down on them. Her underwear was completely soaked with the disgusting mixture. Happily. She sat squirming on her stool and looked over at Emma.

Emma looked at Lucy with complete shock and horror. She then looked at her mum. 'Please don't do this!' she pleaded. 'This is disgusting!'

'You lost the game, I'm afraid!' Emma's competitive mum replied as she pulled the chain releasing the gravy over Emma.

Emma curled up into a ball and didn't move as the torrent of smelly, brown gravy cascaded down over her short hair. She closed her eyes and held her breath as the lumpy mess coated her hair and ran over her face. She could feel it creeping into her t-shirt soaking her sports bra and little boobs. She shivered with repulsion as it coated her torso. Then the beans started falling. They plopped down and splattered onto her head. Still she didn't move. The beans ran over her body and settled in her lap. She moved her bare legs to get the beans off her soft skin but all this did was force them to trickle down her legs and start to fill her clean boots. She opened her eyes in shock as she realised what was happening. The beans kept flowing down her legs, helped by the slippery gravy, past her knees, down her shins and towards her bare feet encased by the boots. The torrent of beans had now stopped and Emma wiped the mess from her short hair. She lifted her feet inside her boots and was made more aware as to how many beans had flowed into the boots. She pushed her feet back down, the sticky sauce and lumpy mess squished under her bare feet and ran between her bare toes. She couldn't believe how disgusting this felt. This was truly the worst thing that had happened to her today!

Dave's announcement that the forfeit was over was a huge relief for Emma. 'Mums and daughters,' Dave started, 'it's time to get cleaned up now and ready for the grand finale the gunk dunk! Ha-ha!'

*****

The camera panned over the gunk dunk as the horrible, putrid gunge bubbled. Through the purple gunge, the words 'Daughter Dunker' were written in big, white, swirly letters. The camera slowly panned out to reveal a very nervous looking Emma and Charmaine sitting on the seats at the bottom of the ramp, just above the gunge.

Emma, was clean once again. Her short hair uncontaminated by the horrible gravy and beans from the last game. She nervously looked down at the gunge as it bubbled. She had been so messy today already and she was dreading what was inevitably going to happen. She rubbed her hands over her bare, toned legs and took her familiar position, scrunching herself into a ball, trying to make herself as small as possible. She knew that this dunking would be horrendous and the feeling of the gunge over her would be worse than the feeling of having her bra filled by the gravy and beans.

Charmaine leant forward and rubbed the tattoo on her ankle with her hand, as if for luck. She smiled to herself as she looked over to her mum. She knew that all Charlotte had to do was answer one question correctly and Charmaine would be spared the dunking. She looked at the gunge that sat above her mum's head although she thought Lucy would enjoy the gunging, it didn't stop her wanting to inflict it on her. She sat up straight once again, her big boobs bounced as she pushed out her chest. Her long blonde hair was loose and down beautifully styled by her mum before the game. She examined her long perfectly manicured nails and placed her hands on her bare knees, drumming her bare toes on the platform.

'Welcome to the gunk dunk!' Dave warmly said, 'One of our mums, Charlotte or Lucy is going to get their own back on their daughter will it be Charmaine, our messy daughter who takes advantage of free services at her mum's beauty salon?' the audience cheered loudly. 'Or will it be Emma, the gym loving daughter who loves to be the centre of attention at the gym where she goes with her mum?' Once again, the audience cheered. 'We will find out in a mo! Ha ha!'

'But before we start, our competitive mother, Charlotte, won all three games. That means that her daughter, Emma is going to be taken three notches up the ramp above the gunk dunk!' Dave said to a chorus of 'oooohs' from the audience. Emma's chair smoothly moved up the three notches above the gunk dunk, one notch at a time, briefly stopping after each notch.

Emma shook her head and looked down at Dave and Charlotte. 'This isn't fair! I came here to dunk you, mum! This just isn't fair!' The fear was evident in Emma's voice, she didn't want to be in this predicament.

Dave continued, 'Well, Emma. I will give you a lifeline. I am going to ask the mums some questions. Whoever buzzes in and gets the question right, will get to take their daughter one notch away from the gunge. Whoever reaches the top the fourth notch first, gets a ride, down my slide, into my pride: gunk dunk! Ha ha! But, mums, if you do not get your daughter to the top, then I will give them a change to pull the lever that is attached to their chairs and release the gunge above your heads!'

Charlotte and Lucy looked up at the nozzle pointing at them. Charlotte, laughed confidently. She knew how close she was to gunging Emma and was certain that she would leave the show clean. Lucy on the other hand, swung her bare legs as she sat on the stool. She too had made sure her long blonde hair looked amazing like her daughter's, she knew the odds were stacked against her, so if she was going to get a gunging, she wanted to make the most of it. She was still determined to get Charmaine to the top of the ramp and then in the gunge. She planted her bare feet on the floor of the gunge tank and leant forward, ready for the questions.

'Mums, are you ready for the questions? Get your buzzers ready.' Dave said as Charlotte and Lucy held up their hand held buzzers to show they were ready. 'All today's questions are very easy, and start with the letter: s. However, your answers cannot start with the letter: s. Are we ready for the first question?' Lucy and Charlotte looked at Dave intently and nodded.

Dave asked the first question. 'The Mediterranean, North and Baltic are all types of'

Lucy pushed her buzzer and the light above her head shone, showing that it was her that buzzed in.

'Bodies of water.' Lucy said smiling.

'Yeah, they are seas and I'll accept that!' Dave replied. 'What do we do with Charmaine?'

'Crank her up!' Lucy and the audience cried and Charmaine moved one notch above the gunge. This didn't dampen Charmaine's spirits. She looked up at Emma and knew Charlotte just needed to answer one of the question correctly.

'Next question,' Dave said, 'What is the big bright thing in the sky called?'

Lucy and Charlotte buzzed in simultaneously, but the light shone above Charlotte's head. Emma sank her head in her hand and shook her head. Charmaine was giddily laughing and shuffling her bare feet on the platform. Her hand was cockily moving towards the lever to her side as she looked at her mum.

'It's a star!' said Charlotte confidently. 'oh no,' she added, 'that starts with an s too!!'

Emma started laughing at her mum's stupidity! This was the first time she smiled since she was above the gunk dunk. She moved her hand to her mouth to contain her giggles. She was safe for at least one more question!

'I'm sorry, Charlotte, but you know I can't accept that!' consoled Dave. 'Lucy, do you have an answer?'

Lucy sat on her stool under the gunge and wracked her brain. She looked down at her bare feet for inspiration she needed an answer to get Charmaine closer to getting dunked. Then inspiration hit her, she didn't' know from where, but it came. 'The moon?'

'Erm, yes, go on Lucy, I'll let you have that I didn't say it had to be bright in the daytime! What do we do with Charmaine?'

With huge relief, Lucy joined the audience in the chant of 'Crank her up!'

'Next question,' started Dave, 'what do you call a lunchtime food that consists of meat, cheese, jam or anything else between slices of bread?'

Lucy buzzed in first once again. 'Butties!'

'Oh yeah, nice one Lucy,' Dave said, 'I'll take butties as sandwiches! What do we do with Charmaine?'

'Crank her up!' the audience cried once more.

'Well, what a turnaround! The girls are neck and neck on the third notch of the ramps. Whoever gets the next questions right gets to send their daughter into the slop!' Dave said.

Charmaine was starting to look more anxious now. She leant forward and rubbed her tattoo once again. She ran her fingernails over the tops of her bare feet and up her legs. She sat up once again, her hands resting on her knees. 'Surely her mum can't be that lucky and get another questions right' she thought to herself.

Emma, on the other hand, had a bit more belief in Lucy. She could see her mum, Charlotte, was getting flustered and panicking a little after getting the second question wrong. She couldn't believe after losing all the games, she had still not been dunked. She ran a hand through her short hair and returned it to her lap, rubbing her firm, athletic legs.

Dave asked the last, deciding question. 'What it the name of the superhero who's arch enemy is Lex Luthor?'

Immediately both mums pushed their buzzers, but the light above Charlotte's head shone, showing that she pushed her buzzer first. Once again, Emma sank her head in her hands, shaking her head and crying 'Noooo!' Charmaine was already laughing as she looked over at her mum in the gunge tank, her hand returned to the lever by her side.

'Charlotte, what is your answer?' Dave asked.

'Erm, it's Superman but I can't remember his, erm, real name' Charlotte replied.

'I need an answer!' pressed Dave.

'Oh no. I can't think Something Kent' stuttered Charlotte.

'Something Kent? That starts with s!' Dave said.

'Mr Kent?' Charlotte pleaded.

I don't think I'll accept that!' Dave said to Emma's relief. 'Lucy, do you know?'

'Clark Kent!' said Lucy confidently.

'That's right! I'll have that!! Oh dear, Charmaine, what are we going to do with you?'

'Erm nothing?' Charmaine pleaded as she shook her head.

She scrunched her toes and held her knees as the audience cried 'Crank her up!'

Lights started flashing and a whirring noise started as Charmaine's chair reached the top.

'You just wait there, Charmaine we'll deal with you in a bit.' Dave said. 'As for you, Charlotte. Mr Kent?'

'I know. That's so unfair. At least I won all the games.' Charlotte's competitive spirit was still there. 'Just not the most important one! I can't believe I didn't get a single question right!'

'And as for you, Emma. How do you feel?' Dave asked.

'Brilliant! I'm so relieved! I was sure I was going to get dunked! I'm so happy!' The joy was clearly visible on Emma's face. She was smiling like she was when she first walked out at the beginning of the show.

'Now you have a decision to make, Emma,' Dave explained, 'by your side is a lever. It is up to you whether you want to punish your mum for turning the tables on you and having you sit above the gunk dunk. If you do want to punish your mum, pull that lever and it'll release the gunge above your mum's head.'

Charlotte nervously looked up at the gunge tank above her and swung her slim legs as she shuffled on her stool.

'Mum,' Emma started, 'I came here to dunk you and instead I've been covered in brown gunge, blue gunge, gravy and beans. I think it's time you got covered in something disgusting. I'm not sorry for doing this!' And with that, Emma pulled on the lever.

A klaxon sounded and Charlotte sat up straight on her stool. She stretcher her arms up and held her hands out in an almost victorious pose as the red gunge cascaded down on her head. The goo came into contact with her tied back blonde hair and sprayed out on the clear walls of the gunge tank. Charlotte move her head around under the gunge stream to make sure she got a good soaking. Although she was disappointed not to have dunked Emma, she was graceful in defeat. The gunge covered her face and dripped off her nose and chin. She leant forward and wiped the gunge from her eyes with her hands. The gunge torrent continued to flow down the back of her head, down her hair and over her back. The thin material of the t-shirt stuck to her soaking back. She could feel her underwear become clammy as the gunge rushed over and into it. The flow of gunge slowed down and Charlotte sat up straight once again. The gunge splattered onto her lap and she held her hand out in front of her to catch it. When her hands were overflowing with gunge, she rubbed it over her face and hair, then moved her hands back to catch the final dribbles of gunge as it came out. The red goo dripped from her features as she sat shivering on her stool. She rubbed the slime into her toned legs and stretched them out in front of her. Her shins were untouched by the gunge, so she pushed the gunge that had pooled in her lap over her legs to ensure that she was completely covered. She curled and waggled her bare toes. Her feet were red with gunge which dripping from her heels and toes as she moved her feet about in the air in front of her. The bottom of the tank had filled with the sticky red slime. She smiled and looked up at Emma who has laughing and clearly enjoying seeing her mum get gunge. Charlotte dunked her feet back into the gunge puddle at the bottom of the tank and continued to rub the red slime into her skin as Dave carried on with the game finale.

'How did that make you feel, Emma?' Dave asked.

'Brilliant! Thank you Dave!' Emma replied, her laughing subsided and relief now on her face as she looked down at the gunk dunk and then at the very pale looking Charmaine, who was shaking in fear.

'Charmaine! As for you,' Dave shifted the focus onto the very scared looking Charmaine. One of her hands was on her ankle still rubbing her foot and her tattoo, the other nervously biting her fingernails. 'You came here to dunk your poor mum into the gunge, but instead, here she is about to dunk you. You take advantage of free make-overs at your mum's beauty salon, now it's time for your mum to give you the ultimate make-over. Lucy, pull that leave and get your own back!'

'Yey!' Lucy shouted as she waved at Charmaine and pulled the lever in front of her.

'Noooooooo!' cried Charmaine.

Sparks flew from either side of Charmaine's chair as it made its way agonisingly slowly toward the gunge. Charmaine moved her hands to her knees and curled her perfectly pedicured toes as she braced herself for the dunking. As she reached the second notch of the ramp, a torrent of blue and yellow gunge came falling down from above. Charmaine rode straight through the gunge waterfall, the gunge splattered her toes and hands. She ran her messy hands over her knees, smearing the goo as her head went under the falling gunge. She closed her eyes, knowing that her perfect makeup was now covered and she could feel her lovely loose blonde hair that was perfectly styled now flat against her head covered in the horrible sticky gunge.

Charmaine opened her eyes to see where she was on the ramp. Her chair was now at the bottom. She didn't have time to react as the chair came to a halt and tipped forward dumping its contents, the lovely Charmaine, into the gunk dunk. Like a cannonball, Charmaine held onto her knees with her hands and allowed the momentum from the ramp and the tipping chair to throw her into the gunge. Eyes still open, the last thing she saw was her laughing mother by the side of the gunk dunk before she was completely submerged in the gunge. Eventually, her head resurfaced. Her messy feet were slipping on the slick floor of the gunk dunk. She looked up once again at her mum. A torrent of yellow and white gunge erupted from above her head. Charmaine was already completely covered in gunge and she stood under the cascading slime taking her comeuppance. Standing in the gunk dunk, her big boobs were bobbing on the surface. She lifted her hands out from under the gunge and cleared her eyes and face. The gunge had stopped falling from above, to Charmaine's relief.

Charmaine assessed her position. Every inch of her was covered in gunge, the thin material of the GYOB t-shirts and shorts had offered no protection. She looked down and could see down her top that her bra was covered in gunge. She could feel it running over and between her big breasts. She crouched down and submerged her breasts so that only her head was above the gunge. She felt her bare tummy and boobs beneath her t-shirt whilst under the gunge. They were completely saturated her nipples began to harden as the cold slimy ran inside her bra. She could feel the gunge squelching in her knickers. She didn't dare put her hand inside her shorts to check, but she could feel the slippery slime goo on the bare skin of her bum and private parts.

She leant back and floated on the gunge like a starfish. She had seen so many people do this in the gunk dunk when she watched Get Your Own Back on TV and now it was her chance. It did feel strangely wonderful. But also very disgusting. She waggled her pretty toes as they poked out of the gunge. It felt horrible, gunge trickling through her toes, but much better than the peas, she thought. She let her feet fall back to the bottom of the gunk dunk and she stood up once again. She ran her hand through her hair scraping the goo from it.

'Congratulations to our winner today, Lucy, who managed to get her own back on her daughter Charmaine.' Dave said as he started to bring the show to a close.

'So be nice to each other out there, otherwise you too could end up like Charmaine and dunked in me gunge! Bye-bye everyone! Bye-bye!!' Dave waved goodbye at the camera and audience.

A messy Charmaine waved as the camera panned from Dave to her, then to a happy smiling Lucy. The camera moved to Charlotte, who has still playing in the gunge tank, kicking the slime about with the bare feet and rubbing the gunge into her legs and then finally to a triumphant Emma, sitting pretty above the gunk dunk.

The end credits rolled showing the gungings from the games and then finally, another view of Charmaine cannonballing into the murky purple gunge pit with her mum laughing in the background.

*****

The cameras had stopped rolling and the lights were up. Lucy walked over steadily to the edge of the gunk dunk and crouched down to speak to Charmaine. Charmaine was still standing in the middle of the gunk dunk and was brushing the gunge from her arms, flicking it into the gunge pit.

'I hope you're not too disappointed to have been dunked, Char.' Lucy said, with a caring mothering voice. 'You did get me really messy with all of those games!'

'Not messy enough!' Charmaine replied. 'Besides, you looked like you loved the gungings!'

'Well,' Lucy responded, 'it wasn't that bad.' And with that, she sat on the floor above the gunk dunk and swung her bare legs round so that they were dangling over the gunk dunk, millimetres above the gunge.

Charmaine looked at her mum puzzled. Lucy edged her bum forwards and dipped her bare toes into the gunge and pulled them out again. She watched as the gunge dripped from her toes as she waggled and scrunched them. She then shuffled forward a little bit more and submerged both of her feet up to her ankles in the gunge.

'This does feel lovely!' said Lucy as she lifted her feet out once more. The gunge slid down her perfectly pedicured, soft and smooth bare feet from her toes, down her soles and dripped back into the gunk dunk from her heels. After a moment, she dunked her feet back in. 'No hard feeling?' Lucy asked as she held out her right hand for Charmaine to shake.

Charmaine saw the opportunity and shuffled through the thick slime towards her mother's extended hand. Charmaine pulled her hand from out of the gunge, flicked off as much slime as she could and took her mum's soft hand in her slimy hand.

'No hard feelings, mum.' Charmaine said as she pulled sharply on her mum's hand.

Just as Lucy had hoped, Charmaine had pulled her into the gunk dunk with her. Lucy's soft, smooth bronzed legs disappeared under the gunge as she slid into the slime. The gunge rushed up the open leg holes of her shorts as her bare feet made their way to the bottom of the gunk dunk. Finally, her feet rested the sticky slimy floor. She waggled her toes under the gunge, enjoying the sensation of the slime running between her toes once more.

Lucy smiled at Charmaine. 'That wasn't very nice!' Lucy said in a mock telling off. Lucy submerged her hands under the gunge and pulled out a couple of handfuls, the goo dripping from her perfectly manicured fingers. She threw the gunge at Charmaine, who edged away from her mother, laughing she retaliated and flicked gunge back at her mother's face. The gunge dripped from Lucy's nose as she laughed back.

Lucy was covered in the gunge up to her midriff. She could feel the cold slime lapping inside her shorts and soaking her knickers. She submerged her hands under the gunge once more and pulled out two more handfuls. This time, she lifted her hands up and rubbed the slime into her hair. 'This does feel amazing, don't you think?'

Charmaine, still laughing said, 'No! It's gross!!' and she threw more gunge at Lucy which splattered on her clean t-shirt and neck. Lucy retaliated and threw some gunge back, Charmaine, turning her back to try and protect herself.

Lucy bent her knees and started to submerge her clean torso under the gunge. She could feel the messy slime against the soft skin of her little tummy. Her boobs were now just above the gunge. She allowed herself to submerge even more, her knees fell to the bottom of the gunk dunk and the boobs disappeared under the gunge. She closed her eyes as the wonderful sensation of the sticky goo running up her tummy and over her bra up to her neck made her tingle inside. Now just her head was bobbing on the surface. The gunge flooded her bra and soaked her big boobs. Under the gunge, she rubbed her big boobs through her t-shirt.

Charmaine sloshed over to her mum's floating head and positioned herself behind her. Lucy's long blonde hair was floating on the surface of the gunge.

'Shampoo and set?' Charmaine asked jokingly. Laughing, she scooped up handfuls of gunge and slapped them on her mum's head, then began massaging the goo into her scalp as if she was really washing her hair.

Lucy bust out in laughter! 'I think it's time for a rinse!'

Lucy took a breath and dunked her head in under gunge. Her makeup ruined and hair dishevelled, she held her entire body in the wonderful gunge pit for as long as she could.

Lucy's head emerged once more, she pinched her nose with her hand and cleared the slime from her eyes. She too was completely covered in the gunk like her daughter was. She looked over her shoulder at Charmaine and threw another two handfuls of gunge at her daughter.

Charmaine laughed at her mum. 'This is just how I wanted the show to end you completely covered in this horrible gunge! It's just a shame I've been dunked too!!'

'Come here, Char, and give me a cuddle!' Lucy said as she turned around and faced her daughter, her arms out ready for an embrace. Lucy grabbed Charmaine and then Lucy pulled Charmaine under the gunge once more, completely covering them both in the sticky slime once again.

They both emerged from the gunge in their sticky, slimy cuddle laughing loudly, the gunge dripping from their faces and hair.

'I might start offering gungings to my clients at the salon!' Lucy joked. 'It's so much fun and quite relaxing!'

'Ha ha!' Charmaine replied laughing, 'You can count me out! Once is more than enough for me!!'

A stagehand came over. 'Come on ladies,' he said. 'Time to get out and cleaned up!'