*Author's note: As per my usual stories (with the possible exception of my last one), there is no explicit sexual content in this story. Its purpose is merely for displaying a messy sensation, a little titillation, and pure humiliation. This account was relayed to me by a lovely acquaintance of mine. She aided me in editing this story. She hopes you will all get a laugh at how she found herself...how would one say..."in over her head"? Thus, read on and enjoy.

Your humble scribe,
Marlowe.

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"What. A. Carnival!" Laney thought to herself as she handed the man at the front of the line her ticket and walked in under the hot summer sun to see, hear, and smell the atmosphere around her. The scent was a mix of smells-- a sweet-savory aroma. Mixed with the sound of people screaming on rides was calliope music on speakers spread throughout the set-up.

"Welcome to the wet-n-wild carnival! I hope you all have a terrific day!" Disneyland may have cartoon mascots as greeters, but this place had knock-out models. The greeter was a tall, beautiful blonde babe wearing heels and a shiny, red bikini. She had long, wavy bright blonde hair, ruby-red, luscious lips, and eyes that shone with expertly applied liner and shadow. She was straight out of a magazine. At the sight of her, one could tell this was no Disneyland.

The wet-n-wild carnival was an event hosted by Jason Richard's WAM Follies a troupe of girls who were all equal parts performers, beauty-models, and circus-clowns. Amid the normal rides and food of any other midway, they provided guests with the opportunity to watch them get more than a little messy. Fortunately, the wasted food was greatly offset by the amount of money the carnival raised--money that went directly to funding the local childrens' hospital.

Though Laney was there to meet her friend Jack, she was quite amused at the spectacles around her. Laney was a shorty at 4'9", but was a girl no one so met her failed to term as "very cute." She had the clean-cut shape and features of a fitness-fanatic. She had beautiful, long, brown dark hair which she was wearing that day up in a messy bun that left long, curling strands dangling down around her ears. Though she had an oval-shaped face it appeared square-shaped whenever she smiled...and Laney smiled quite often. Beneath a broad forehead, she had slender, pale-blue eyes that carried a great deal of lively expression. She had a short, greek-style nose, and a broad mouth. This broad mouth gave way to a broad smile of shiny, pearl-white teeth. Though her teeth were straight, there was the tiniest of gaps between each that made her smile a unique one. Whether smiling or not, Laney had what many referred to as an expression of RBF--resting bitch face. But, hers was of a strange, uncannily cute variety, rather than ugly.

As she walked through the carnival that day, she wore a pair of broad designer-sunglasses which shielded her eyes. She also wore a long-sleeved, black-and-white striped shirt that was accompanied by jean-shorts only a few inches in length. Such shorts showed off her beautiful, well-shaped legs and the leather sandals she wore on her feet. She also carried a side-satchel with a strap that went over her shoulder. Her plan was to meet Jack, ride some rides, then go grab dinner.

"Now, Jack said he'd be at the end of the row of pie-toss booths..." Just as she looked down from her guide, a nearby crowd caught her attention. She joined the throng to get a look at what they were watching. She saw a beautiful red-head model of the WAM Follies climbing up a ladder to take a seat above a huge dunk-tank. Like the greeter, she wore a thin, shiny bikini, but hers was of a royal blue hue. She took a seat while smiling and blew kisses to the audience. Laney saw the sign near the tank that read:

"Slime dunk-tank. 1$ per throw." The first gentleman to step up bought the opportunity to take five throws at the small, red target sticking out from the side of the tank on a metal pole. It was a deceptively tricky shot. Though he came close, every shot was a miss. She gestured in a taunting fashion at him as he walked away. The next guest bought three shots. Fortunately for the model, this guest couldn't have hit the broad side of a barn if he had tried. The redhead mocked him all the while. She was quite lively and vivacious. She showed no fear or apprehension concerning the vat of slimy, bright-green slime she could easily fall into at any minute.

The third contestant bought six balls. As before, the redhead continued to mock him as he missed ball after ball. Yet, out of nowhere, his final shot managed to hit the red target. For a split moment, the redhead's body tensed up and she held her breath. Yet, as the target shook, it became apparent that the baseball hadn't hit it with enough force to drop the girl. The redhead gave a hearty laugh as the contestant complained to the operator. Eventually, the guest had walk away.

The ginger model wasn't laughing for long when the next contender walked up. He purchased three shots. And like a major-league pitcher, he threw them like fast-balls. Strike one...strike two..."WHACK!" The final ball was sent straight down the middle and about knocked off the red target. For a split second, the redhead's face was one of complete surprise. She gave a cute little scream as the seat gave out from under her and she plunged straight down into the slime with a "SKA-BLOOP!"

Laney and the crowd laughed at the girl as she fully disappeared beneath the green gunk. When she slowly emerged from the ooze, she opened her mouth in a shocked "O" shape, then tried in vain to wipe the dripping slime out of her eyes. As she slowly climbed out by the side-ladder, the crowd got a good look at her--dripping from head to toe in runny slime.

"Glad that's not me," Laney thought to herself.

After the laughter died down, Laney left to see some of the other booths. She found babes of a similar caliber subject to humiliations of a similar sort. There was a booth where two girls were sitting on stools and competing to see who could get messier. Guests could purchase a bottle of ketchup for one of the girls and mustard for the other and squirt the contents all over them. After a couple hours of competing, each girl was dripping in each respective condiment.

At another booth, she found the standard "blueberry pie eating competition." But guests foind it was a lot hotter when the contestant wore bikinis and the pies were covered with mounds of whipped cream. She passed water-balloon throwing booths, another dunk tank that used a "test-your-strength" tower to activate the device, and many more games to get one or more of the Follies all wet and messy. She even passed a ring where two babes were wrestling in deep, thick mud in front of a huge crowd.

Towards the rear of the carnival was a long row of pie-throwing booths. For a dollar, each guest got to chuck a cream pie at a Folly positioned in a chair with their hands tied behind their back. They were helpless to do anything more than take creamy pie after pie and let the mess just drip down their faces and bodies.

Laney decided to get in line for one where the girl who had been sitting there was taken out and swapped out for a clean model-- a girl with beautiful, raven hair. The operator took Laney's money and put a nice, big banana cream pie in her hand. Laney seemed to have what was known as "beginner's luck" because she sent that pie hurtling right into the girl's face. "SPLAT!!" Laney gave a deep, playful laugh to see the tin slide down the girl's splattered face. Throughout her time so far, Laney had enjoyed herself immensely.

However, she didn't find Jack near any of the pie-booths. She was looking for him when a handsome young man came walking up to her at a quick pace. He said in an out-of-breath voice,

"Excuse me, Miss, but I was wondering if you could help me. I'm willing to pay you 500 dollars if you'd do something for me." At this, Laney's ears perked up and she asked him with a smile,

"Okay...um...what exactly do you need help with?" He responded,

"I'm Steve Ralls--I'm with the carnival and it seems that one of our girls--the one who was going to do the pie-dive-- had an emergency and couldn't make it. And we've run out of clean back-up models to use. Would you be willing to help us and take her place?" Laney asked with slight apprehension,

"Umm...did you say 'pie-dive?'"

"Yeah, uhh, our model was supposed to jump off a diving board positioned 25 feet over the world's largest banana cream pie."

"A banana cream pie?!" Laney said and nearly gasped.

"Yup," was Steve's simple answer.

"Just how big?" Laney asked nervously.

"Eh, uhh, a pretty big one. It's about four feet deep and has a radius of six feet. It's filled with smooth banana pudding and a top layer of cream. Like I said, world-record size. You like banana cream pie?" Laney bit her lower lip. She DID like banana cream pie--but enough to leap into one surrounded by an audience of people watching her? She responded as politely as she could,

"Thanks, but I think I'm good..." Before she walked away, Steve said,

"Oh, please! We're really in a bind, here. I'll raise the money to 700 dollars." At this, Laney realized something. These people really were in a bind and finding a replacement for the spectacle was going to cost them money--money that could have gone to the childrens hospital. From Laney's combined altruism and love of adventure, she finally decided to accept. With a laugh, she said,

"Well...hahaha...alright! And you don't have to pay me anything. I'll do it for free." Steve was shocked,

"Really?! You will??" Laney laughed again,

"Sure, I could go for some pie." Steve seemed so grateful.

"Thank you so much! I haven't found anyone in the past half-hour willing to do it for a half-grand and we're running out of time."

"You are?"

"Yeah, the pie jump is scheduled for 5 O' clock and its about 4:25, now."

With that, Steve led Laney to a set-up amphitheater at the back of the park. The seats were made up of rows upon rows of bleachers, and already, people were taking seats for the big plop. At the nucleus of the set-up was an enormous, above-ground pool made up to look like a pie. The rim was covered in a rubber-foam painted and textured to resemble a pie-crust, and the walls of the pool were painted silver to resemble a tin. Covering the surface was a big, fluffy layer of cream that shrouded the yellow pudding beneath. At the center of the cream was a bright, red beach ball made to resemble a cherry. Seeing it up close took Laney's breath away. She got a nervous lump in her throat as she stared at it and knew that she would soon have to be the one who dove in.

Behind the pie was an elevated stage with a speaker's podium on the far right. In the center of the stage was a mounted diving board that went up 25 feet. Laney's apprehension and nerves only worsened to look up and see the long, thin diving board suspended high above the giant pie. Behind the stage was a make-shift curtain. Steve took her behind the curtain where much equipment and storage crates for the whole event were located. The young man explained,

"Now, listen carefully, miss--"

"Mancini. Laney Mancini," she responded.

"Alright Miss Mancini, I'm going to go get a few papers I need you to sign, once you've done that, simply go into that changing-booth over there and get ready. Write down your dress and shoe size on this paper here, and I'll have Sarah over there select a matching outfit to put in there for you. Get changed, then you can come up here behind the curtain. Mark over there will tell you when it's your time to go on. Just come out on stage, walk up to the podium, and just do what the announcer says. Then, he'll tell you to climb up onto the board. When you jump, don't actually dive. Just freely leap--legs facing downward...or belly-flop--it's up to you. Just have fun swimming around in the pie for a bit, then we'll help you get out and take you backstage for a shower and a change of clothes. Sound good to you?"

Laney nodded in nervous agreement.

As he walked away to find her those forms, Laney began to realize just what she was doing. When she came today, she had planned on having a hearty laugh at the models in the carnival--not on joining them. Her breathing grew heavy as she looked around and saw the workers getting audio-equipment checked and ready. She saw Sarah walk into the changing-booth with a large, black bag on a hangar--holding Laney's outfit. As Steve returned with the forms on a clip-board, Laney began to have second thoughts.

Yet, as she took the pen and felt the urge to change her mind, she remembered that it was almost only 20 minutes before the show was supposed to begin--no time for them to find another girl. And the attraction was helping to raise money for a charity she cared about. These factors helped convince her to lay aside her fesrs, sacrifice her dignity, and sign the forms. As she did so, she tried to look on the bright side. She was adventurous and liked to try new things and experiences...and she did like banana cream pie.

After signing, she went into the changing booth: a small, makeshift room with a chair, tall mirror and rack for clothes. Off came her striped shirt and jean-shorts. When she looked at the outfit bag on the hangar, she was puzzled. She had expected to put on a bikini like the rest of the models...so what could be in such a large bag? She slowly pulled down the zipper and gasped in shock. It was a weird cross between a swimsuit and a clown outfit.

It was a one-piece leotard made of a stretch, polyester fabric. The body was white and covered in rows of vertical, bright stripes--each in sequence with a color of the rainbow. The leg-holes at the bottom came up high--fully showcasing the hips of the wearer. Around the waist and curving upwards over the hips were three layers of stiff, white tulle that fanned out and formed a petite, one-foot wide tutu that had a trim at the rim of each layer that was blue, green, and red respectively. The neckline of the suit swept down deep--cutting just above the tit-line of the breasts. It gave a full view of the wearer's cleavage--a titillating sight for many.

Lining the neckline and stretching up and over the shoulders were two layers of white tulle like the tutu but of a softer and less stiff variety. They stretched out a few inches and formed a wavy, ruffled trim around the neckline, shoulders, and back of the suit--slightly in imitation of a clown collar. There was a pair of short, silk, white gloves to put on and the ends of these were emblellished with a ring of ruffled tulle around the wrists. There was also a round, clip-on hair-piece in the shape of a white flower with rainbow stripes between the petals.

At the bottom of the bag was a red, ribbon choker, a pair of skin-colored tights, and a pair of ruby-red ballet shoes. These shoes had the flat toes of pointes and were a brilliant shade of red. They came with long, ribbon-laces to be tied up the lower leg. Laney just looked at it all in disbelief. She hadn't expected to put on something SO ridiculous. But she looked down at her watch and saw that time was quickly running out.

She stretched the tights over her legs until they were fully on. Then, she quickly slipped into the one-piece and zipped up the back. After that, she slid her feet into the ballet shoes and began wrapping the ribbons around her legs. Fortunately, she had taken some ballet as child and had a knack for tying knots and replicating patterns. Once the overly-snug shoes were secured, she then tied the choker around her neck and put on the gloves. She took her hair out of the messy bun and let it fall down her back. After parting it to the right according to her style, she fastened the hair-piece into her hair then took a look at herself in the mirror.

"What a complete clown," she thought to herself. She then heard a knock at the booth door and the voice of Steve say,

"You about ready? You're on in eight minutes!"

"Oh, I'll be right out!" She didn't want to come out at all, but there was no time to turn back now. As she opened the door and gingerly stepped out in her ballet shoes, she immediately drew the attention of everyone backstage. With her face red with embarrassment, she slowly walked up to the stage and ascended the stairs. From behind the curtain, she could hear the subdued clamoring of the audience. There must have been people gathered by the dozens prepared to watch her. She could hear the announcer past the curtain talking over the loudspeakers.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are just getting the last few things ready right now, in only a few moments, our lovely diver, Miss..." there was a slight pause for him to look down at the note Steve had scribbled out for him, "Mancini will go where no other WAM Folly has gone before. Prepare to witness history as she takes a leap to make all pie-lovers everywhere green with envy. She will dive into nearly 5000 gallons worth of the smoothest, gooiest banana pudding there is! All for your entertainment!" He continued to drone on over the background circus music, when suddenly, Laney heard him say, "And now...I proudly present to you..."

Laney swallowed hard. A drumroll began to roar over the loudspeakers. She breathed in and out while trying to relax. She closed her eyes and said to herself, "Alright. Just relax and have fun. Relax and have fun. You can do this." She then put on a big smile as the curtain in front of her lifted and Mark pointed for her to go on. There was no turning back now.

Laney strutted out onto the stage with a big smile and held her hands up to the audience. A great roar of cheers and applause erupted the moment she stepped out. There must have been at least 350 people gathered to watch her. A circus fanfare played as she strutted about and waved to them. At the end of the fanfare, she walked over to the announcer--a man dressed appropriately in a ringmaster's costume. At the podium, he said,

"Here, Miss Mancini, say hello to our audience." Laney leaned into the microphone and said nearly with a laugh,

"Hey, everyone!" This was met by another round of applause.

"Tell us, Miss Mancini, do you like banana cream pie?"

"Well...I suppose I do." This was met with a bit of laughter from the audience.

"Well, we would hope you do! Tell us, how do you feel about jumping into that pie." Laney glanced over at the enormous pie. To the announcer and to herself, she responded,

"I feel great! This is gonna be fun."

"Alright, then! Well, folks, let's send her on up, shall we?" At this, the whole audience cheered and applauded once more.

Laney walked over to the diving-platform ladder and another drum-roll began. With every step, she could feel the pressure the audience exerted on her. There was definitely no way down now...now way down except into the pie below.

At the top, she waved to the audience in the bleachers below. It was a good distraction from her paralyzing fear. All at once, she had become the eight-year old girl who thought the tall diving board would be fun, but found it a lot higher at the top and had to shamefully climb back down. The 25 feet DID seem a lot higher now, but there was no climbing back down. She slowly walked out over the seven foot-long spring-board. It bent lower ever so slightly under her weight and bounced a bit with every little step. At the edge, she looked down. Below her was a huge, white circle surrounded by a tan ring. A bit off-center was a small, round red circle. They had moved the cherry a bit to make room for her. The pie was SO huge, even from that high up. Laney thought to herself,

"I can't ACTUALLY be doing this!" She wondered how a nice evening at the carnival could have turned into this so fast. She decided to play to the audience a bit. She began to walk to the back of the plank and the audience were just about to boo when it looked like she was backing out. But before they could, she turned around, held her arms out for balance, and tip-toed at the ends of her pointe shoes right up to the edge of the board while smiling. She stopped just short of the edge and everyone held their breath. She stood on the edge and bent over at the waist to look over the board and down below. Just inches away from falling, she stood up and walked back again. She got back, began to run down the plank and swung one of her legs over the end and swayed her arms around just as she recovered and stood up at the very edge.

Though teased by the feints, the audience had grown impatient. Prompted by the announcer, they started a countdown from ten.

"10...9...8...7..." At this, Laney knew there was no more delaying the inevitable. She tensed up and braced herself for the inevitable plummet. "6...5...4...3..." She took a deep breath, then smiled. "2...1...JUMP!"

At the very edge of the board, Laney stiffened her body, stood up on her ballet shoes, then ever-so-slightly leaned forward. She held out her arms and saw the pie come into view below her. Nothing can quite describe how her heart dropped the moment her feet could no longer feel the board. As she fell through the air, she closed her eyes and continued to smile. Next stop: banana cream pie.

"KERRRRRRR---SPLAPPPPP!!!!!!!" Cream and yellow pudding splashed outward in every direction when she hit the pie face-down in a perfect belly-flop. The audience members in the front row were splattered with cream. It was the most tremendous of impacts! Laney had disappeared beneath the surface of the pie. The hole her body's shape punched through the creamy surface dissipated as the cream poured in to fill the gap. For three quarters of a minute, everyone watched the pie with held breath as it remained motionless--there was little sign that someone was currently at the bottom of that enormous pool of goo.

When she hit the pie, she hadn't had time to collect her wits. It was only moments later--submerged in pudding at the bottom of the "tin" that she came to the full realization of her situation. The pudding was cold--very cold. Fortunately, it wasn't too thick for her to move her arms and legs about in it. It had the smoothness of soft mud. She had gotten a little cream up her nose, and this gave her nostrils a milky scent. She held her breath and decided to stay under the goo for as long as she could...delaying her return to the eyes of the crowd.

When she was finally running out of air, she found her footing on the slippery foam-bottom of the pie and slowly stood up. The layer of foamy cream rose up in a peak from the pie and beneath it came up a shape slathered in a thick layer of bright yellow pudding. The pudding came up to just below Laney's shoulder and the layer of cream was all around the top of her chest and bottom of her neck. She opened her mouth first for a gulp of air. She then wiped the cream and goopy pudding out of her eyes with hands that were dripping in the stuff. When she could finally see, she held her hands up triumphantly.

She smiled to hear the audience laugh followed by their clapping and cheering. A loud, triumphant fanfare played as she smiled and took in the smell of the bananas and milky cream. Now, fully immersed in her role as well as the pie, she dove back under and came back up covered in more pudding. She piled it and the cream on top of her and splashed around in it. She swam over to the cherry beach-ball and held it up. She brought forth a hearty laugh from the audience as she placed it atop her cream-shrouded head. Afterwards, she tossed it into the audience.

She then dove back under the pie and swam about in the pudding. Though it was quite smooth to swim in, it was sweet and sticky when she came up to the surface. She swam in circles in the pie--even doing the backstroke at one point. When she saw that many of the audience had gathered around the edge to film and take pictures of her, she came towards them and blew kisses to them with hands dripping in pudding. But, as she came near to the rim, she splashed the cream and pudding at the nearby onlookers--covering many of them in pie. Satisfied that she had sent her gawkers fleeing, she swam back to the center of the pie, laid her head back and floated in the middle...letting the cream and pudding wash over her.

She wasn't able to relax for long when she heard a familiar voice say,

"Laney? What on earth are you doing in there?" It was Jack. He had come late and had been looking for her. He was beyond shocked to find her in the middle of a gigantic pie.

"I got hungry, so I decided to grab some pie," she said in answer of his query.

"I can see that!" He said. She came near the rim towards Jack and said,

"Here, would you like some?" as she scooped up as much pudding and cream as her arms could hold. Jack nervously said,

"Umm...thanks, I'm good. So be serious now: how did this happen?" Laney playfully responded,

"I'll tell you at dinner tonight after I clean up" She told him with a smile and a wink. Just as Jack began to blush, she managed to hit him in the face with a handful of the pie. He wiped it off and said,

"Lainey...you are something else!" She grinned and laughed before she dove back down into the pie and swam back to the middle. She was having so much fun that she couldn't imagine how she had ever been hesitant to do this.

Alas, her allotted twenty minutes of entertaining the audience by playing in the pie had run out and she reluctantly climbed out at the back stepped up onto the stage. She was dripping head-to-toe in yellow pudding mixed with white strains of cream. It slowly oozed down her body and dripped all over the floor of the stage. Her little tutu had dropped flat and drooped from her waist. With each step she took, the goo that filled every crevice in her shoes made "SQULCH-SQULCH-SQUSHH!!" noises as she walked and tried in vain not to slip. She comedically slipped and fell backwards into the pie--having to get out once more and tread more carefully.

She licked the pie from around her lips and mouth and licked her fingers--it was quite delicious. After giving the remaining audience a low bow and a curtsy, she went backstage and stepped into one of the set-up showers.

After drying off, she still smelled like milk and bananas--a smell she wouldn't lose for at least two days. When she went back into her changing booth, she reached back to unzip her dress when she looked in the mirror. She smiled and then stopped what she was doing. She stuffed her clothes and sandals in her satchel, put her still-drying hair in a ponytail, then put on her sunglasses. She walked out still in her leotard, gloves, tights, and shoes that still went "squishh" a bit with every step. As she passed Steve, she said,

"I'll be taking this as payment for the jump." He didn't oppose her. He just smiled and watched her walk back into the midway crowd. She fully planned to wear the outfit to dinner with Jack so she could embarrass him as much as possible. She walked away with a twinkle in her eye and a mischievous grin.

The end.