It has been a busy couple months for Mel. With school starting up again, the stress of senior year began to really set in. She was about to explode, and she needed some way to release all her stress. One day, she came home and plopped down on the couch. That day, she had worn a light blue sweatshirt, a pair of black yoga pants, and her favorite pair of light brown mocassins. Her mom came into the living room and informed her that she had to run to pick up her dad at work because his car wouldn't start, and she would be back in about an hour or so. As the door shut, Mel got an idea.

She ran into the kitchen and began rifling through the refrigerator, coming up with a large can of cheese sauce (that was supposed to be for a family party the following weekend). Looking down at her outfit, she shrugged and thought "Why not? I have other pairs of this stuff anyway" as she grabbed a pair of scissors from the drawer. She ran up into the bathroom and grabbed the stool that she used for her sessions. Sitting down, she peeled off the top of the can of cheese. Shaking with anticipation, she slowly started tipping over the can above her head. She moaned a bit as the first bit of cheese came in contact with her head with a loud plop. She kept tipping the can over, and the cheese began to pile up in her beautiful hair. She loved the way it felt as it ran down the side of her face, covering the front of her sweatshirt and finally running down her pants between her legs. She took off one of her mocassins, pouring some cheese inside until the shoe was filled. Pressing her foot back in, she let out a moan as the cheese overflowed and covered the outside with a thick yellow glaze. She then emptied the rest of the can on the other shoe and foot, and put down the can, admiring her work. But it wasn't enough.

Picking up the scissors, she began cutting down the front of her now-yellow sweatshirt. The fabric ripped easily, and soon enough it was split in two. Moving down further, she cut off the legs of her yoga pants into some form of short shorts which much more resembled a pair of underwear. She could feel she was about ready to orgasm, and the moans were getting longer and louder. Reaching down, she cut the tops out of her mocassins. Putting all the ruined clothing in a pile in front of her, she began admiring her work once again. She began rubbing herself, but she didn't need to for long. She let out an intense scream and her whole body shook as she had a massive squirting orgasm. It began dripping out of what had once been her yoga pants and onto the ruined clothes below her. After waiting a moment to regain her composure, she stood up and turned on the water in the tub, cleaning herself and the pile off. She threw all the clothes in the garbage, then went back up into her room and collapsed on the bed. She looked up briefly to see her pristine white and blue cheerleading outfit hanging on her door and her brand new white Nike Sideline shoes next to it. She then laid her head back down, saying just two words:

"You're next."