Lucy's messy weekend, gungy fun on Saturday

Lucy had a whole weekend without her housemate ahead of her and she had a plan. She was going to get messy. She had been messy before a few times with foam, custard and mud but today she was going to get gunged for the first time. She had bought some powder online and had been waiting for the right time to use it. She was idly scrolling through youtube on her ipad as she thought about the gunge powder and ended up watching videos of people getting gunged and messy. Watching clips of 'Noels House Party', she felt strangely jealous as she watched a well dressed woman go on a dodgem ride around the house, laughing as she was messed up before a deluge of gunge covered her at the end. She watched more as a series of men and women accepted their fate and get messy, sometimes playing up to the camera or deliberately putting their heads under the flow of gunge to get covered. She pushed her sleeve back and checked the time on her small metal watch that she wore inside her wrist. It was late morning, time to stop watching videos and start mixing gunge.

She had a collection of buckets, washing up bowls and a huge plastic mix bowl and packets of gunge powder and set to work in the kitchen. By the time she finished, there was thick puddles of gunge in the sink and on the worktop and floor. Looking down at herself, her t-shirt was stuck to her with a large patch of gunge and her arms were splattered with brightly coloured blobs from her fingers to her elbows. She looked at the last bucket that she had just finished mixing and couldn't resist. She dunked both arms into it and pulled them out cupping her hands and lifting up handfuls of gunge and letting it fall back to the bucket with a thick 'splat' sound. She wiped her hands off on her splattered trousers and took all the buckets upstairs to the bathroom before cleaning off her hands and arms and taking off her messy pyjamas. It felt strange to Lucy, getting clean so she could get messy but it felt right.
She walked into the bedroom and decided what to wear. She thought back to the men and women she saw getting gunged on the tv earlier. What would she wear if she was in their position, going for a night out and maybe getting on tv? Maybe a skirt with a blouse? She picked out the items and held them up standing in front of the mirror. Hmm, not quite. Jeans and a nice top? She picked out some choices and held them up. Maybe a bit too safe? The skirt was better, short and black and would go perfectly with the short sleeve blue top that she chose. She chose her underwear and then put on her skirt and top and some thin black tights. She put on some light makeup before choosing her accessories. Some sparkly hoop earrings to start and a silver pendant necklace were next. On her right wrist went a large, shiny stainless steel bangle. She was still wearing her small metal watch. She often wore it in the shower and bath and it had got covered as she mixed the gunge earlier so she knew that waterproof also meant gunge proof. She picked up some old plain ballet pumps from the bottom of the wardrobe and walked to the bathroom.

She moved the various buckets of gunge next to the bath and stepped in. How to get this started? She filled a jug with green gunge and held it up. Taking a deep breath, she lifted the jug and poured it over her long brown hair, feeling the gunge pour over her and hearing the thick splats as it landed on her shoulders and ran down her arms. She could see herself in the mirror, green gunge running down her body. A good start but not quite enough. Filling the jug with yellow, she lifted it up and poured it over her head. It ran over her head and hair and down her back. It felt good but she still didn't feel that messy. Dipping the jug in the blue bucket, she lifted the jug and this time looked up as she poured. This was a lot more satisfying as she felt the gunge cover her face and run down her front, soaking her blouse with blue gunk and onto her skirt. She wiped her face so she could see and dipped the jug in the pink bucket. Looking up again, she poured the pink gunge over her face, feeling it splatter off her face and down her blouse again, then she poured the jug down both arms, adding pink to the multi coloured slop on her arms. Looking in the mirror, she could see her top was now multi-coloured with thick blobs of gunge running down it. She twisted to look at her back in the mirror and could see that her long hair was stuck down with blue and green gunge. Looking down she could see that her skirt was splattered but not as messy as her top and both arms were fairly clean. She could never leave an episode of NHP like this and she still had lots of gunge left in the buckets so it was time to carry on!

She lifted the buckets of green and yellow gunge into the bath and filled the jug. She dunked her left hand into the yellow bucket watching as her now multicoloured watch disappeared below the gunge. She then used her right hand to scoop up handfuls of gunge and pour them over her left arm. When that was covered, she pulled it out and did the same with her other arm. She dunked it into the green gunge and used her left hand to scoop up handfuls of goo and cover her right arm. She admired both her arms, her watch was covered with a mix of green and yellow gunge and the face was unreadable under a thick layer of gunk. She was getting messier, time to cover her skirt next.

Sitting on the back of the bath, she poured gunge over chest, the pink slime sliding over her top and pooling on her skirt. She moved to fill the jug up again and the gunge on her skirt ran over her tights. Looking at her feet, she could see that she was stood in a growing pool of gunge and that her dark pumps were slowly getting more and more messy. She needed more gunge and lifted all the buckets into the bath so she could sit and easily reach them and fill the jug. She filled the jug again and again, pouring each colour over her head, her face and her top making sure that she was covered in the gunge. She could see that her skirt was black but it was covered with thick gunge. Or was it? The part she had been sitting on was still dry and that wouldn't do if she wanted to cover herself in gunge. Lucy poured some of the pink and yellow buckets into the bath with a loud splat. She sat down in the pool of multicoloured gunge, feeling it soak through her skirt and knickers and onto her bottom. Her back needed gunging as well so she wriggled down and lay back, absolutely making sure that she was covered. She stood up and gave a twirl, looking at herself in the mirror. Her back and skirt were covered, her hair stuck to her back with gunge that was turning into a sludgy green as all the colours mixed together.

She loved the idea of lying in the gunge but wanted more. She reached out of the bath and picked up a bucket and lying back in the bath, she poured the last of the blue gunge over her top and skirt. She reached in and scraped the gunge out with her hand and rubbed the last of the thick slop over her blue top, feeling it soak into her bra. Next up were the yellow and green buckets. There wasn't much left in either bucket so she poured them together and ran her arm around the inside of the bucket of yellow gunge and she could hear her watch and her bangle scraping against the side of the bucket. She then poured the multicoloured slop over her skirt and legs, her black skirt just about showed through the multicoloured gunge. Last up was the last of the pink bucket. She was now lying in quite a deep puddle of gunk so she did her best to scoop some of this up into the bucket before dunking her head into the gunk. She lifted her head up with the bucket on top and gunge poured over her head and shoulders. She put the bucket down and pushed her messy hair back and looked down at herself. She was covered and she loved it! The bath of gunge was a few inches deep and she loved the feeling of it squishing around her shoulders as she laid down on her back. Next up, she turned around and laid on her front in the thick slop. She scooped up some of the gunk and splattered it over her face, before lying on her back again. She carried on playing with the gunge in the bath, rolling over in it and scooping up handfuls and pouring it over herself.

After a while, the gunge was cold and congealed lumps were appearing in it. She wiped the goo off her watch and was amazed to see that she had been playing in gunge for well over an hour, time to clean off. First she used the shower to rinse out the buckets and then she stripped naked. Her clothes all made a heavy splat sound as she dropped them in the bottom of the bath. She then rinsed them off with the shower before dropping them in a bucket, ready for the washing machine. She hosed off the walls, then it was her turn. Turning it up nice and hot, she washed her long hair and then covered her body in bubbles from her shower gel before rinsing off. Lastly, she slipped off her watch and held it under the shower to rinse the last traces of gunge from the metal links before putting back on.

Drying off and putting comfy clothes on, she put her soaking outfit in the washing machine. With that started, she checked the bathroom and cleaned the last splats of gunge. With the buckets away and everything clean, no on would ever know what she had done. She sat down on the sofa and thought about what she had done, smiling about it and feeling slightly naughty. She then thought to the next day and the bike ride she had planned. Going along the muddiest trails, obviously.