I creaked my eyes open, rubbing out the sleep and staring blindly into the near pitch black bedroom. A small shimmer of light gleamed in through the cotton voile that draped over the window. A clear night sky let through a beam of moonlight that allowed me to get my bearings as I sat up in the bed. "I must have overslept." I mumbled into the still quiet of the room. I checked the alarm clock to see how long I had overslept. It was blank. I pressed some buttons but no response, the battery must have died. I couldn't tell what time it was but my internal body clock screamed it was somewhere between 1 and 2am. I stood out from the bed, feeling the cool air on my naked body. I reached for the robe I left on the armchair but it was gone. I swear I left my robe there after my bath. I quickly hit the light switch but no luck, the light was dead too. This couldn't be a coincidence surely. I tried one final test to appease my growing concern, and turned on the static-bearing television set. Nothing. There was no power at all.

"Hello host, are you there?" I called out loudly for their attention. "Hello. I think there's a power cut, what should I do?" But there was no response. No crackle of the tannoy, no goading or mischievous response from the host. I started to let my mind race through all the possibilities of what was happening. Does the host know there's no power? Am I stuck here until morning? Can I take advantage if the host can't see or hear me?
I snapped my attention back to the situation at hand. Here I stood in the dark room, fully naked and slowly acclimatising to the cool room temperature. I still wanted to cover up somewhat. I figured the wardrobe that was previously locked shut might now be open due to the power outage. I tried the handle and *click*. Result, let's see what we have to wrap up in.

I pushed my hands around the dark wardrobe space and couldn't feel anything hanging up. I tried the bottom and felt a ribbon, must be another gift wrapped box. Pulling it out, I realised it held quite a weight to it. Opening the lid I pulled out a thick plush suit, I held it against the moonlight and could see it was a plush fabric onesie. It was in the style of a cat, with a hood and ears, paws and tail to complete the look. I unzipped the back and stepped inside, it was a very snug fit, pressing my feet into the paw shaped feet first and then pulling it up my torso leaving just enough room to pull the zip behind me before I couldn't move anymore. A jiggle, a wiggle and rolling on the bed, I finally managed to get myself secured inside, hands now stuffed into oversized paws and the hood hugging my head. I didn't have much dexterity now and it dawned on me quickly, how will I ever get out of this with paws for hands and my zipper on my back!

Now wide awake, quickly warming up with the feeling of soft plush against my skin, I waddled my way around the bedroom trying each of the doors. Bathroom first and it was locked. I tried the stairwell down to the main bathroom and that was locked too. I tried the attic room, remembering all the messy carnage that had unfolded some hours before. Growing excitement flushed through me as I attempted the door but again, no luck. Was I trapped in this room, truly trapped in a fluffy cat suit during a power cut. But then it dawned on me, the trapdoor on the floor. The one that led to the slide back into the reception room. This was my final opportunity to get out of this room and explore some more while the power was down. I fumbled with the hook and.. result! It heaved open and I stared down the dark abyss. I took a deep breath as I knew my fate down below, there was going to be something terribly messy. I leaned down and let myself propel downwards, arm and head first. Impact was imminent and I closed my eyes.

BOING!
I bounced off the clean and empty inflatable pool bottom, and slid into the centre. "Hello! I've made it out of the room now, are you there yet!?" I called out. Still no response from the host. Things were not the same anymore, I hadn't gone this long without some unexpected and instant messing. Other than the fact I had zipped myself into my own personal fuzzy tomb in the form of my catsuit. I pulled myself to my feet and once again tried the doors to find my next route, both the bathroom and kitchen doors were unsuccessful. There was a third door, opposite the kitchen that I had not been through yet. I assumed this must go to the living room area, but for a third time I had no luck. Only one door remained and that was the front door, the exit to the outside world. I can't imagine this being the only route, but it's worth a try. I turned the lock spindle and it clicked, the handle worked and I pulled it open. The much cooler air flooded the reception room and I felt the breeze on my face. I heaved myself over the edge of the pool and made my way onto the outside porch.

The door banged shut behind me. Oh no, please don't tell me I've locked myself out, I thought to myself. I tried the door, my fear was a reality. I was locked out of the cottage, in the dead of night, dressed as a cat. As I progressed further forward, I could see my car parked on the driveway, but there was no way I was leaving this cottage, mainly due to the fact I had no keys but I was in no rush to leave the exciting stay I had found myself in. At this rate, I started to feel like I never wanted to leave. I stepped gingerly over the stones that surrounded the property and made my way to the only other place I knew, the outhouse. Where it all began.

As I continued along the stones I could see the outhouse building grow bigger as I approached. I could make out the faint glow of a light inside. The power was working, or at least in this building. I reached the door and pushed it open, remembering my very first introduction to this mess-capade of a weekend, the five pie face dive in search of the key. I looked inside and the room was empty, no table, no signs, and no pies. A single bulb hung from the ceiling and poorly illuminated the room. There was nothing here, what was I meant to find or do. I turned to leave, where I saw a note taped to the rear of the door.

"REMEMBER. ALWAYS LOOK AT THE BIGGER PICTURE."

This must have been planned all along and I walked straight into it blindly and unguided. I couldn't tell if this meant I was good or bad at this game but it stirred up more excitement inside me. I was ready for my next task. I scanned the room and there was nothing but a framed picture of a kitten drinking from a plate of milk. Now this was too much to be a coincidence. I played with the frame and it swung open from the wall, a secret button revealed itself. I pressed and waited

Bzzzt.
"Well oh well, who do we have here, our guest has finally awoken from their 'cat-nap' and decided to join the world of the living. I'm glad you finally made your way here, I was beginning to think I'd never see you. And you're dressed very appropriately, Mee-owww.
It might be the early hours of the morning, but as the saying goes, the early bird catches the worm, or as I prefer.. the early kitty gets the cream. Head on down the slide into my basement, we have some fun to be had, and you'll have to finish my game if you want to get back to your slumber. Have fun! I know I will"

I knew it. It was all a ruse and the host has me exactly where they want me. A hidden door slid open below the button and a round opening revealed itself. A bright red kiddie slide dropped into darkness and there was only one way to go. "Here we go again!" I shouted, excitement growing as I dived head first into the slide.

The slide was longer than I thought, this must be a pretty deep basement. Light enveloped the exit of the slide as I hurtled out face first into a giant comical pie tin with crust base. However the crust base was a sponge like material which softened my impact. I rolled across the base and sat up to take in my new surroundings. The basement was a lot larger than I ever expected. It must be the size of the grounds of the property, I couldn't even begin to decipher the overall dimensions due to the mass array spread around me. A network of slides, ramps, ropes, pools, pipes and inflatable obstacles littered this room.

Bzzzt.
"Welcome to my basement of fun! This elaborate maze of traps, puzzles and inflatable fun is one of my many pride and joys. And trust me, I have many. You'll be working your way through the pink zone tonight, I've restricted access to other areas for some future fun tonight, your task is simple. The giant pie tin you're currently standing in needs filled to the brim. My cat needs their cream after all You'll need to work your way through the pink zone, finding a total of four levers hidden throughout to fill the dish to the top. Once complete, climb to the drop zone, where you'll get your final instruction. Have fun!"

Oh. My. God. I couldn't think of anything more insane, the sheer scale of the room was immense but the pink zone was huge on its own. If there were more play-things hidden further in this basement, I couldn't see it for all the contraptions in front of me. I didn't waste any time, I climbed out the tin and into the "STARTING LINE" that lay ahead. I glared inside, a mazed network forked ahead, bringing back memories of playing in fun houses as a kid. Although this fun house was of the extreme and adult nature. I chose left and was greeted by a steep ramp with a rope to help climb. At the bottom a dropped floor created a vinyl lined pool. I stretched my paw mitts as much as they would allow and grabbed hold of the rope, feet planted on the slope. Heaving my way to the top, a pink rope lay just ahead to assist my final climb to the top, I pulled, and it fell away instantly. A thick plume of vibrant pink gunge cascaded from in front and blasted my face and chest. My thick plush suit was absorbing a large amount of the gunge. I slipped and dropped down the slope and into the pool below, which was now also being filled with pink gunge from above. I landed bum first, feeling the gunge ooze into the suit and onto my bare naked skin. Gunge poured from above and soaked my head. The gunge stopped pouring and I heaved my now heavy gunge laden body up from the pool. I tried to wring as much gunge out as I could and faced the slope one more time. Countless attempts of climbing and slipping back into my pink demise until I finally reached the top. A lever. I yanked it hard and spied a huge pipe gurgling to life. It was formed to look just like the nozzle of a can of pressurised cream, albeit about twenty times the size, the diameter of the nozzle was about a foot across. Cream filled the tin with immense pressure plastering the base until it was about an inch deep across. One down, three to go.

There was a mirror tunnel ahead, I walked through slowly avoiding slipping on the vinyl. I stared at my reflection as I wandered through the maze of mirrors, a pink matted mess, but I was enjoying the sight I could see. I passed through, feeling my way through the mirrors to find the correct route, but I couldn't find an exit. I felt like I was going in circles, until I reached forward into a gap. I stepped forward but I didn't stop, my feet fell away from beneath me and I dropped five feet into a pit of custard. The custard seeped into the suit immediately, the cold creamy pudding caressing my bare crotch as it oozed into the suit. I was waist deep in the mess. A tunnel lay ahead and there was no way I was climbing back up. I eased myself through the thick custard, sloshing huge waves with each step and feeling splashes spread across my cheek. I trudged for a few more meters until I reached a ladder leading back up. Before I left the custard trench, I crouched down letting the custard fill into the suit entirely via my neck. The cold creamy feeling was breathtaking. I spread it about my body, making sure to rub and press myself at every chance before taking my exit.

I climbed to the top, with immense effort under the weight of the now gunge and custard soaked suit. I flopped onto the floor at the top to catch my breath and squeeze out more mess to lighten the load. I sat up soggy but not defeated. I needed to find the other levers. I scanned my surroundings, one route led to a clearance with inflatable pillars that bobbed and swayed about, I'd have to fight my way through to get to the other side. The other route was a corridor with a large conveyor floor, with arrows pointing towards me. I stepped onto the conveyor and proceeded to move forward when suddenly it whirred to life. It was pulling me back to the start so I had to fight my way to reach the other side. Around the half way mark I heard a loud bang and noticed that the entrance was now blocked by a new wall that had dropped into place, the conveyor trying its best to pull me back into the wall. But this was no plain wall, covering every square inch of the wall was a colourful foamy world. Swirling colours made it very pretty and enticing. I could feel myself making progress before a jet blasted thick white foam over my chest, then again against my waist trying to knock me off balance but I persevered and finally stretched out jumping to safety at the other end. I was on solid ground and in a circular room. Foam dropped in blobs from around me onto the shiny floor. I looked up and could see a lever, secretly hidden from sight. I jumped to hit it, success. Cream gurgled to life from the nozzle and proceeded to add an extra inch of thick white cream to the comical pie. The circular room had no exit, I stared back at the way I came from. The conveyor belt appeared to pick up speed after hitting the lever, and to add to the imminent humiliation additional foam jets were now targeting the foam coated padded wall at the now opposite end of the corridor. The longer I stood watching my foamy demise, the deeper my foam grave grew. The colourful mix was now being diluted and covered by the fresh thick white foam that clung to the end and now the walls. I stood, wondering if it would stop, but it didn't. It just expanded closer and closer. This was it. I had to go back and face the music.

I stepped onto the belt and was nearly flung off my feet from the speed, but I regained my stature, spread my arms wide open, and shut my eyes just before impact. I was propelled down the corridor, jets of foam lathering me on the way, right until

FLOOOOOFPHM!

I was driven straight into the foam-filled corridor, and kept going for a solid few seconds of being completely entombed in thick foam until I felt the force of the padded wall bringing me to a halt. It was much softer than I expected and I could feel the foam force its way into the suit, filling each cavity, mixing with the previous gooey substances. The belt stopped and I rolled around in the foam, unsure if I could catch my breath but before I could think a cascade of translucent slime rained from above, turning the foam into a super thick, clinging substance. The slime didn't stop and it coated me, I mixed all the foam as best as I could and rolled in the mess until everything stopped. The wall lifted away and I slid back into the clean room that lay before me. That's a ride I won't forget any time soon. I tried to clear the mess from my face but I only achieved in spreading it deeper and further into my suit and hood. After a few attempts and a few slips on the slick vinyl flooring I could see again. It was the forest of inflatable pillars and rollers that I had to venture through next. And two more levers still to be found.

I slipped my way towards the next area, the room opening up above me and lights illuminating my next trial. Several pillars bobbed around me and the floor became a super springy bounce house floor, standing was not going to be easy and I slipped almost instantly as I entered, the slime coating my body made it near impossible to gain traction. As I got closer to the pillars I soon realised they were each coated in various substances, the first one I was introduced to by being slapped full frontal, catching my face where I tasted the sticky strawberry sauce that soon covered me. It flung me across the floor and straight into the next pillar, giving me a fresh coating of chocolate pudding. It was thick and sticky, slathering me in the process. I slid and slide my way through the forest, getting face and mouthfuls of more mess. Honey, frosting, foam and more slime. Eventually I was in the clear, or so I thought. Ahead were three routes, each accessed by large twin rollers which I would have to squeeze myself through, choosing the right path to make it through. I chose the middle roller, and pressed my mess-ridden head through first. The rollers acted like ringers, squeezing the mess from my suit from top to bottom, the pressure forcing all the mess down and out the suit. But it was short lived, in front of me was a pool filled with more gunge, bright green this time. I plummeted head first and was covered once again. My arousal was getting out of control, and with each subsequent mess I was nearing full climax but I had to restrain myself as the mess was nowhere near over and I had to keep going.

I retreated back through the rollers and had to choose again, I went left and fell face first into a new room. Ahead were now three doorways, covered in a paper like sheet. Only one way through, I had to charge ahead. Let's go right I thought and ran full speed ahead. SPLASH! A pool of warm soapy water swarmed me. It was refreshing and very much needed, I watched the multicoloured messes dissolve and turn the water a murky brown quickly. I took my time to clear my paws and face as much as possible before climbing out the doorway and choosing my next path. I stood a few paces behind the left doorway and took charge once more, diving through the paper. I was greeted by a large circular cake, the upper layer made of a thick white frosting, with bands of red and white drawn in the form of a large target. The bullseye was a piled mass of deep frosting, a foot deep, maybe more, and my head aiming straight for it. My world went dark as I sunk deep into the centre pile of soft frosting. My short-lived clean body was now encased with thick frosting. The familiar tastes and smells overwhelmed me as I found myself rubbing my body deeper into the mess, opening the neck of the suit to spread more frosting within. I writhed for a while longer until my naked body had a fresh coating of sweet frosting. The mess grew warmer the longer I wallowed. I took a breath and once again restrained myself, pressing ahead. I heaved my body out the destroyed target cake and stepped back out the doorway, my body an array of white and red. I clawed as much from my eyes as I possibly could and considered going back to the warm water to clean off again, but I enjoyed my new coating and kept going forward. The middle door was the only remaining option. I punched through the paper and stepped through, knowing it was the 'safe' route. Now in a new room, a sign above read "FINAL CHOICE". In front were three head shaped holes, the choice was simple. Stick my head through and await my fate.

I didn't think too much about my choices, I was ready for whatever awaited me. I worked my way from left to right. Hole number one, I peered through and the space was dark, my head fitted snuggly within and almost felt as if I was being held in place. A klaxon suddenly blasted and gunge poured from above, my head a sogging masterpiece of new technicolour slimes, dripping down my face and soaking into my hair. I could feel the gunge work its way down my back and mix with the frosting from within. After what felt like a minute of continuous gunging, it slowed to a few drips, and I could feel the wall 'loosen' around my neck allowing me to retreat and pull back out. I smoothed the gunge over my head and body, now realising it was a deep purple colour that was my new coating. After clearing my face as much as I possibly could, it was time to test hole number two. I straightened myself out, leaned in against the wall and placed my head through the hole once more. Another dark room greeted me. Lights flashed on, blinding me as I tried to adjust my eyes to the now bright white room I was in. As my vision returned slowly I could see the room was filled with various sweet treats and substances. They circled the room on a slow moving belt, like that in a sushi restaurant, although it was not sushi I would be tasting today. The treats circled round and eventually under my face, close enough for me to have to lift my head up to ensure they didn't collide into the side of my head. A sign hung in front of me. "CLEAR ALL THE DESSERTS AND SECURE YOUR FREEDOM".

I wasn't sure if this was another pie-dive scenario, would I have to find a key or a button amongst the depths of these desserts. The variety was too tempting to choose from, I wondered where I should begin. I slowly watched and took in all the smells and visuals as each dessert slowly passed underneath my face. I counted ten in total. They varied from simple cream topped cake, to banoffee pie, tiramisu, pavlova, trifle and even the infamous thick frosted sheet cake. I watched them circle me once more, arousal was kicking in harder than before, and I had no way out until I finished the task. A deep bowl of whipped cream passed beneath and I dunked in face first without a second thought. It was deeper than I imagined, my head was encased and I rummaged about looking for something, anything. I resurfaced for air, globs of cream clung to me, the sweet taste slathered my lips. I heard a ring chime out and the room pulsated green, I must have cleared that one. I must have to clear all ten I thought. The next cake crept towards me, a large lemon meringue wider than my head, and I dived in, the hard exterior crumbled under me and the sticky filling plastered my face. I destroyed the cake where it sat and I surfaced to another ring and green light. I repeated the same for the next items, deep tray of tiramisu sloshed around, a trifle so deep I had to take a second dunk to clear the mess and a black forest gateau that I was convinced was manipulated to have its inners replaced with a velvety smooth chocolate ganache. The cake imploded on impact, my head engulfed in a dark chocolate mass, the taste and sensation heightening my feeling even more. Time was dragging on, and my vision was getting less and less. I had fought my way through nine of the tasty treats, and the final one was slowly approaching. My good friend, the sheet cake. The cake was a long, narrow, deep invitation. My face was the special guest. I dunked in, pressing hard to reach the bottom of the thick frosting, feeling it spill into my neck and over the edges. I kept mushing my way through, coming up for breaths, but only realised I was half way through. I had to keep going, the cake never ended, until a ring chimed out. The head restraint relaxed and I plummeted backwards landing on my bum. I lay for a few moments catching my breath and clearing the mess from my face yet again.

I had to finish this task, one more head hole remained and it had to be the winning hole. I pressed my head into the restraint once again, it clamped down harder than the previous two. I tried to move but my hands and feet seemed to also get restrained on the other side of the wall. Suddenly I felt spankings hit my rear, repeatedly over and over. The mess that resided inside me was shot across all directions and the growing pain from the spanks was starting to mount up. It was not unbearable, in fact, it started to feel very pleasurable. The spanks stopped, and next I felt a vibration between my legs, it got stronger and stronger and pushed me right to the very edge. I bit down hard on my lip and before I climaxed, the vibrations stopped. I stood breathing heavy, unsure what was going to happen next. I looked around the blank room I was staring at when suddenly a protrusion came forward and entered into the neck of my suit and travelled down past my chest and stopped right at my crotch. I knew it was coming any second, then it hit me. A stream of highly pressurised custard started plastering my crotch and waist. The flow didn't stop, and the pressure was forcing me into another round of arousal. I felt my suit filling up from beneath but the hose didn't let up. I started shaking under the feelings, right at the edge once again and just as I felt myself spike and moan my face was engulfed under a thick heavy cream pie. I let out a moan louder than before, muffled under the density of the cream, body shaking where I stood. I stood for a few minutes more until the custard onslaught stopped and the cream clinged its way down my face. The restraints all opened simultaneously and I collapsed backwards once more. I had completed the holes, and a lever was now in sight. Flicking it, the pie tin increased in depth further more, cream rippling its way across the now ever growing pie.

I slowly picked myself up off the floor, catching my breath and composing myself before I carried on. The only exit was an inflatable slide that looked like it leaded back to the starting line where I had begun this crazy fun house of mess. I sat atop the slide and let gravity do the rest, I slid down at pace before careering across the floor in the entrance. There was nowhere else to go except the second pathway which was yet to be explored. I slowly walked through a winding network of padded walls and small inflatable obstacles that I had to slip and slide myself over, under and through. No surprise messes to be encountered yet.

I found a set of ladders in front of me, with three lights all illuminated green, these must be from all the previous levers I had hit, which I assumed meant I could progress up the ladder. I climbed for a good two minutes, my arms aching under the additional weight of mess that my once pristine plush cat suit was now bearing. I thought I wasn't going to make it to the top as exhaustion was kicking in. I could see the ladder finish above me and I powered through dragging myself onto a small platform. A sign was sitting proudly at the top with the final lever underneath.

"Congratulations, if you are reading this then it must mean you have completed my pink zone course and found all three levers. The final lever lies here. Please activate the final lever where you will find your exit route unveil itself. Ride the slide to your prize, you deserve it!"

I slammed the final lever down and sound erupted around me. The previous blasts of the cream jets paled in comparison, this was an explosion. I could hear the slaps and gurgle of cream filling the giant pie tin more than ever before, but I couldn't see it from where I stood. I could only imagine how menacing the pie now looked. A final spurt and one loud plop finished the process of the last lever. A curtain lifted to my right and I could see once more an inflatable slide reveal itself. This felt more of an extreme slip and slide than a simple fun house slide. I carefully peered over the edge and the slide vanished beneath me, it also looks like it disappeared through a curtain of some kind, clearly masking where my final journey would lead me to. My imagination could only fill in the gaps of my imminent 'prize'.

It was my final hurrah, if I finished this I could finish the night, get cleaned up and get back to bed. As much as I loved this I still craved my daily routine, mess-capade included. I thought about hopping up onto the slide but as I faced forward the floor sprung up, launching me head first down the slide. My mush filled suit increased my speed as I hurtled back down to the ground, the slide heaved under my weight and kept my propulsion steadfast. I reached the curtain and as I burst through I was faced with my fate. Very unsurprisingly it was the giant pie tin I first landed in when I arrived. But instead of the fake foam crust base, it was now filled to the brim, in a spiral mound of heavy whipped cream. The sugary white complexion glistened under the basement spotlights. I neared closer and closer as butterflies stirred inside me, excitement growing once more. My grin beamed across my already plastered face as I braced for impact. But just as I thought it was all coming to an end, I felt something strange happen around me. My matted plush suit that had accompanied me through this night of mess was peeling away from my body, it slackened around my chest and arms and before I could figure how this was happening the entire suit had slipped off my body. It was indescribable but I was now hurtling into my creamy pit fully naked, feeling the smooth vinyl surface across the face of my body. The slide was coming to an end and it wasn't near the pie. It finished with a small incline creating a ramp that launched me six feet into the sky directly above the pie. My bare body felt the air as I glided effortlessly before plummeting back to reality. My body, spread eagled, was near pin-point accurate with the spiraling peak of the pie mound.

SPLOSH!

I dropped like a bag of rocks straight into the creamy depths below. All my senses were blinded except for the cool feel of thick resisting cream across each and every corner of my body. Orifices were filled, every touch now a heightened sense across my skin, sent shockwaves within me. I had experienced a lot of messes during my stay but the self impact of this was astonishing. I continued to drop deeper into the pie before reaching the foam base, cushioning my fall. I lay for a while under the weight of heavy whipped cream, eventually coming to my senses. I pushed against the base and tried to resurface. I slipped under my arms twice before I could finally sit up and pop my head out of the middle of the tall cream peak. I wish I could see the sight of myself. I gasped in the air, and suddenly rubbed my hands over my body, feeling the smooth spread of cream on all of my exposed areas.

Bzzzt.
"The cat has got its cream! And what a sight this is! What a delight this is! You've earned this treat after your hard work. Now there's one last little thing I might have forgotten to mention I did say you'd get back to sleep after this, and you will, but you'll find this lovely new pie dish will be your bed for the rest of tonight. Please get comfy, enjoy yourself, and I'll see you in the morning! Oh, and I nearly forgot, the cherry on top! Heads up!"

I was gobsmacked. This was to be my bed for tonight, how was I supposed to sleep in a giant pie! I looked directly up after the host's vague cherry message. Hurtling downward towards me a large red 'cherry' roughly the size of an exercise ball. I didn't have time to move out of the way, or to even lift my hands to protect myself. The cherry was in fact a super sized red balloon, and I soon realised the contents it held as the impact off my head caused it to explode. The explosion was large and rained bright red cherry sauce all over me. The thick sticky sauce seeped through the cream and washed what was already smothered on my head and face off, replaced with a thick slime-like covering to my features. It tasted amazing, I sure as heck felt amazing and probably looked amazing, or maybe just ridiculous. Either way I found myself in a cherry cream surprise, it was at least four feet deep and the centre and spread to a foot deep around the edges. The sauce clung to my bare skin, as I swirled and spread the cream around me and across my lap. I sat cross legged enjoying the velvet sensation until my feelings grew too much, I lay flat rolling a few times over and over, turning my cream pit into a now pink thick mass, very fitting for my pink zone trial. I wallowed in the mess, diving my face into the mess at every opportunity until my hands took over. It was as if they had a mind of their own, I couldn't resist the urge any longer. I touched myself, getting faster and more deliberate, taking me over the edge and into the world of ecstacy. I could feel my eyes rolling as I orgasmed in my giant pie, adding to the mess. I repeated this countless times until there was no more energy left in me.

I lay face up in my creamy bed, mind trying to slow down as well as my heart rate. My naked body adjusting to the temperature that surrounded me, which was closing into a comfortable range while maintaining the thickness of the cream around me, it must have had some sort of heat resistant stabiliser. Not that I could complain, the occasional handfuls of cream I could rub over my face and body would keep triggering my desires. I lost count of how long I enjoyed myself there and I certainly had no concept of what time it was anymore. The windowless basement and sensory overload threw my body clock off and I refused to care anymore. I felt the efforts of today catch back up with me and I started drifting into a slumber but I couldn't prevent myself from slipping under the cream constantly. To avoid a cream filled grave, I pulled myself to the pie edge where I found the foam base was raised, lifting my body clear enough of the cream to not have an unfortunate demise, a pie crust pillow was also on offer which was comfier than I could have expected. The growing warmth and softness of my pie bed let me drift into a deep sleep, playing the events over in my head. As my mind wandered and my body relaxed, I was out like a light, my dreams vivid, colourful and certainly messy. I could feel myself moving while in my dream state but not enough to wake me, I carried on enjoying my new bliss.

To be continued.