It was late at the dessert factory. Karen, a marketing assistant had worked late to produce the literature for the new custard product. She turned off her laptop and the lights before leaving her office. She nodded to Frank, the security guard as he did his rounds on her way out.

While in the lift, she straightened her outfit - she was to meet her boyfriend after work. She was wearing a light blue wrap dress with her amble boobs just on show. As a size 18 she used to hide her curves, but her boyfriend helped her accept her body and treats her to nice outfits so she could show off her figure. She also had nude heels with tights on her legs and nice lacy underwear for the occasion. She applied her red lipstick and placed it in her clutch bag making sure her phone was in there.

The lift pinged and the doors opened into reception. Damn, she cursed as she saw the barriers preventing her going through the front door - she forgot it was closed for new doors and carpets, she was late already and it will take longer going through the factory floor.

She sighed and quickened her pace. She pushed her way through the doors into the factory. While path was lit, it was dark else where in the factory. It was creepy with the quiet hum of fridges and machines. Her heels clicked on the concrete floor.

Her phone beeped. It was her friend checking if they were up for coffee in the morning. She tapped out her reply not paying attention to where she was going. Suddenly her heel caught in a drain on the floor which made her stumble. Her shoe came off stuck in the grate her momentum kept her going. She dropped her phone and it went sliding into the darkness.

Karen clutched at air to stop her falling. When she thought all was lost, she finally grabbed something. She stopped falling. Phew she thought as she tried to regain her composure. She looked around, saw one shoe in the grate, heel at an odd angle. Her other shoe and phone were missing.

"SHIT" she shouted into the darkness. As she wonderes what to do next, there was groan, a clank and a pop. What now? She thought.

She was knocked to the ground by a yellow liquid. The pipe to a vat of custard had broken when she grabbed it! Gallons of custard covered her from head to toe. When the stream of custard stopped, Karen lay prone on the ground. She looked around at her predicament.

She tried to sit up but couldn't get a purchase. She slid on the floor and grabbed a railing and pulled herself into a sitting position. Her dress was now open and she was covered inside and out.

At least no-one could see her here. Frank must be elsewhere in the building she thought.

Oh well, meal is off with her boyfriend. She will need to find her phone and tell him. She checked herself over. She hadn't hurt herself it would appear.

Karen tried to clean herself off. Sliding her hands down her arms to remove the custard. Next, she tried to remove it from her hair removing big lumps as she went. Splat went the custard as she threw it off her arms.

She licked her fingers. Yum it was nice. She smiled and continued to remove the cold custard from her body with her hands. She slid her hands down her cleavage.

Mmm this feels nice she thought. No, she thought, better get going. She popped her boobs out of her ruined bra to remove the custard and ran her hands over them. She tweaked her nipples and moaned. She untied what was left of her dreas, it made a wet noise as it hit the floor. She ran her hands over her body removing more of the custard. Her body glistened in the light. Her hands moved to her thights. She moaned again, loudly this time. It echoed in the dark.

She tore open her tights, and tentatively touched her self between her thighs. Ah well she thought, she might as well enjoy her self. She lay down in the thick oozy custard and pleasured herself. She rubbed her clit with one hand, while the moved around her body. The slick custard felt amazing. She slid around the floor getting more custard over her. Finally she climaxed screaming fuck into the darkness. She squirted all over her hand as she orgasmed. She ran her hands over herself as she quivered.

She lay there for a while. She was getting cold now, and she was late. She better let her boyfriend know that something had come up.

Now to get herself out of this mess...