Gemma offered to give Natasha a lift home from badminton the day after she had got her own back on her. She would never look at her friend the same way again and was having strange feelings about what she had done to her yesterday.

As she sat in the car and waited for her friend, she thought about how much fun she'd had messing Natasha up. Every time she had seen her today, she couldn't help but picture her as she was yesterday handcuffed to a pole in her bra and knickers, looking beautiful and vulnerable as she braced herself to get soaked, gunged and pied in the face. Gemma knew she wasn't gay, but you didn't have to be to realise that Natasha was a stunner, and messing her up like that just seemed so exciting in its wrongness.

It was no secret to Gemma that Natasha swung both ways. She'd had as many experiences with girls as she'd had with boys, and had even come on to Gemma once or twice to see if she fancied it. Gemma was slightly curious, but was sure of her heterosexuality. Since the introduction of all these pies and messy substances into her life, however, Gemma had felt something awoken inside of her, and she had begun to realise that her best friend was a very sexy girl.

Then she thought back to herself six weeks ago, tied to that strange shaped chair with no idea what was about to happen to her. She was nervous, but once the pies started hitting her face, it became a hilarious release of tension. Then it strangely went from being funny to being arousing, as she realised she was completely at the mercy of the girls, with Natasha as their ringmaster, as they plastered her with delicious but very messy treats.

Natasha came out of the changing room, still wearing her badminton outfit (as was Gemma), although both girls had slipped on a pair of flip-flops instead of their badminton shoes.

"Tough game that," she said to Gemma as she got in the passenger side.

"Who were you playing? Lauren?" Gemma asked.

"Yeah, it kept going to deuce."

"Well, maybe you should've suggested a forfeit for the loser?" Gemma joked.

Natasha laughed, "I don't think Lauren is as up for a laugh as you and I are. She wouldn't be too happy to take a pie in the face."

Gemma now had an image of slim, long red-haired Lauren in her underwear, tied to a pole like Natasha was yesterday, helpless as Gemma approached her with a trolley full of pies. What was happening to her? Why was she getting kicks out of the idea of getting girls messy?

"So, did you enjoy getting your revenge on me?" Natasha asked.

"You bet!" enthused Gemma as she snapped out of her fantasy of pieing Lauren, "you deserved it!"

"I did," Natasha admitted. "You did a great job, and it was fun for me too!"

"Yeah, this sounds weird, but I can't decide whether I had more fun messing you up, or when you messed me up," said Gemma.

Natasha's eyes lit up. "I'll be honest with you, Gem," she said, "I think I've got a pie and gunge fetish!"

"Is there such a thing?" Gemma laughed.

"Oh yeah, it's called 'wet and messy' fetishism. Google it when you get home, it's more common than you'd think."

"I will," said Gemma, "I'm pretty curious myself."

Gemma had reached Natasha's house and parked outside it. Natasha still lived with her parents, but no cars were outside the house, so Gemma presumed her folks had gone on one of their regular weekend breaks.

"Thanks for the lift back," said Natasha, then she put her hand on Gemma's shoulder. "Tell you what, I've got an empty house tonight, and loads of messy stuff in the kitchen. Fancy messing each other up a bit more?"

Gemma raised her eyebrows, surprised at her friend's boldness. It sounded like fun though. "Yeah, I'm up for that!"

"Awesome!" said Natasha. "Besides, I've got a few scores to settle with you!"

Natasha's parents were quite house-proud and had a "no shoes in the house" policy, so both girls kicked off their flip-flops at the door and ran into the kitchen in their bare feet.

"See what you can find in here that we can cover each other in," said Natasha. "I've bought tons of stuff because I was going to do a bit of self-WAMming tonight, but now I've got a lovely assistant!"

Natasha ran upstairs to clear some space in her bedroom and cover everything in plastic sheeting so that it room itself didn't get in a mess. Gemma opened the fridge in the kitchen and saw that her friend wasn't kidding it was full of whipped cream, custard, jam, syrup and all sorts of sweet gungey goo. The cupboards were stacked with pie crusts. Natasha had obviously planned to really go to town on herself. Gemma's imagination ran wild as she scooped up as much splatterable material as she could and met her friend upstairs.

Natasha had just finished WAM-proofing the room. "That's the boring bit over," she said.

"Let's get messy!" Gemma said, jumping up and down excitedly.

"I bagsy messing you up first!" said Natasha with a wicked smile.

"Well, alright then," said Gemma.

"First things first," said Natasha, "I want you in your underwear!"

Gemma gave a mock sigh, but she didn't actually mind stripping down to her skimpies in front of her friend at all. She lifted her badminton top over her head and tossed it onto the floor, then she unbuttoned her short badminton skirt and let it fall to her feet before stepping out of it. Gemma was now wearing nothing but a white bra and knickers set. She tossed back her long blonde hair and put her hands on her hips. "What are you gonna do to me now?" she asked Natasha.

Natasha was going to start things gently. She brandished a water pistol and held it right in front of Gemma's face.

Gemma gave a silly, girly scream and put her hands up as if it were a real gun.

"Don't shoot!" she said, but Natasha didn't listen. A jet of water hit Gemma right in the face, as she closed her eyes and smiled. The water was cold, and now it was dripping on her tits. Natasha then aimed the pistol down Gemma's bra got both her breasts nice and wet. Given it was just a small water pistol, Gemma was surprised at how soaked she was. Her hair, face and belly were all dripping, and her knickers had got a fair bit of it too.

"Always good to start off with a soaking!" said Natasha, "but now it's pie in the face time for you, Gem."

"Yeah, let me have it!" smiled Gemma, with her hands back on her hips.

"Put your hands up again," said Natasha, walking towards her with a thick custard pie. "That was fun!"

Gemma obeyed and raised her hands again. She had decided that when she was on the receiving end of the pies and gunge, the best way to enjoy it was to just to do as she was told and accept her punishment without restraint. "Oh, you wouldn't, Tash?" Gemma prentended to plead, "surely you've not going to shove that pie in my face?"

Natasha guffawed and put her left hand behind her friend's head, then she kissed her on the cheek. "This is what you get if you mess with me, girl," taunted Natasha as she smashed the pie hard into Gemma's face. Keeping her left hand at the back of Gemma's head, Natasha used her right hand to smear the pie all over Gemma's pretty face, making sure that every millimetre of it was covered in thick, gooey custard. Gemma, with her hands still up, wiggled her fingers and clenched her toes, but offered no resistance at all as her friend gave her a good pieing.
Gemma stood in theatrical shock as the pie crust crumbled away from her face and custard dripped down her chin and onto her tits. Eventually, she wiped her eyes and licked her lips. Then Natasha splatted a big chocolate cream pie on Gemma's head. Gemma gave a comic groan as the chocolately slop ran down her face and hair. Already, her nipples were erect and her cunt was becoming moist.

That was only going to be even more the case given Natasha's next idea. The lid was off the jam jar and she was gazing intently at Gemma's barely concealed breasts. Natasha dug her hands in and grabbed big dollops of the blackcurrant jam, then slid both her hands under Gemma's bra and grabbed both of her tits, massaging the cold, sticky jam into them.

"Oh.Tash!" Gemma gasped. Not for the first time, her friend's boldness had surprised her, but she was really enjoying her treatment. She knew what was coming next as well some of that jam was bound to end up down her knickers. Sure enough, Natasha pulled the elastic at the front of them and held the jar at 45 degrees above Gemma's crotch. "Let's see how you like it!" she snarled playfully.

The jam started to pour and straightaway Gemma went from moist to wet. Her knickers were filling with the stuff, and it was oozing between her legs and towards her arse. Being straight out the fridge, it was freezing as well. Gemma shut her eyes and opened her mouth, gasping for breath, and Natasha decided now would be a good time to surprise her again with another custard pie in the face. SMASH!

"Right in yer face!" shouted Natasha. "How does that feel?"

Gemma started to reply through a mouthful of pie, but Natasha mercilessly nailed her in the face again with a green lime pie. Continuing to be submissive, Gemma dropped down to her knees, as if knocked off her feet by the impact of the pie. Natasha took the opportunity to put her right foot on Gemma's left thigh to keep her in place, tilted her head upwards, and planted another two whipped cream pies full in Gemma's face.

"OK, that'll do you for now I think," said Natasha. Rightly or wrongly, Gemma saw that as an invitation to have her turn at messing up Natasha.

"Right," said Gemma, springing back to her feet. "Get on that bed!"

Natasha gave her a look of mock worry and puzzlement, "why would you want me to do that, Gem?"

"You're gonna get tickled!" she teased.
Obediantly, Natasha climbed onto the bed, lay her feet out in front of her and flexed her toes back, giving Gemma plenty of area to tickle. Gemma went straight for the toes, digging her fingers right under them and getting Natasha giggling.

"Ha ha, hee hee, oh what have I done to deserve this?" she said in her hysterics.

"Oh, you deserve much more than this!" Gemma replied. Suddenly, she yanked down Natasha's badminton skirt. Then she climbed up onto Natasha's midriff and pulled her top off as well. Natasha was back in her underwear as she had been yesterday this time in a matching blue set.

With Natasha unable to move due to Gemma sitting on her, she was subjected to a good couple of minutes of tickle torture on her belly, under her armpits and around her tits. When it was finally over, it was time for her to get well and truly gunged.

Gemma lifted up a large bucket from the side of the bed and tightened her lock around Natasha's body with her legs, making sure she couldn't move her arms. "Any ideas what's in this, Tash?" she asked.

"No, but I can't wait to find out!" Natasha gushed.

Gemma held the bucket above Natasha's face and began to tip it. Natasha kept her eyes open for as long as she could, looking forward to finding out what she was going to get dumped on her. It was taking a while to come out of the bucket, so it was obviously pretty thick.

Something finally started to fall and Natasha shut her eyes. It was warm, lumpy, oaty it could only be porridge!Natasha gave a shriek of excitement as the thick oats enveloped her face and flowed into her hair.

Having taken the whole bucket, Natasha started to giggle. "You can't beat a bucket of nice, warm porridge to the face!" she said.

"It tastes even better with syrup," Gemma said. She picked up a bottle of maple syrup, flipped the top off, and squirted it into Natasha's face and hair. She was gonna get the whole bottle! Natasha opened her mouth in shock, so Gemma squirted the syrup into it. Natasha stuck her tongue out and lolled it from side to side, licking up the syrup that went in and around her mouth. Then Gemma squeezed it all over Natasha's tits and belly, and even got some on her legs and feet. Natasha was loving being restrained and messed up, of course, but she pretended to fidget and try to break free.

"What's the matter Tash? Are you stuck?" teased Gemma. She grabbed a handful of the porridge from the bed and threw it into Natasha's face. "That's a shame. You won't be able to do anything about this then," said Gemma, as she shoved a chocolate cream pie into her friend's face. "Or this," she added, following it up with a custard pie. "Or even this," she went on, treating Natasha to a cream pie sandwich.

Gemma brandished another custard pie. Natasha was locked in place and was just going to have to take her medicine, or at least she would have if the upturned soles of Gemma's bare feet had not been right next to her hands. Natasha gave them a quick tickle and Gemma instinctively jumped off the bed. Hilariously, in her panic, she had somehow managed to pie herself in the face as well.

Gemma wiped her eyes. "Damn my ticklish feet!" she said. She knew it was going to be her turn to get splattered again, but she didn't mind. It was good fun to keep swapping roles in this way. Natasha got off the bed, cleared the porridge and pie crust from her face and walked over to Gemma. "Right, you're coming with me to the dunk-buckets!" she said. She grabbed Gemma by her blonde hair and frogmarched her over to the to other side of the room, where two big buckets of gloop awaited her.

"Get down on your knees, girl!" Natasha ordered. Gemma did as she was told and knelt down before one of the buckets. It was full to the brim with custard. Natasha knelt down as well and put her hand behind Gemma's head. Gemma was now facing down into that bucket of thick, yellow gunge, with her face just inches away from a custard coating.

"Time for pudding, Gem!" Natasha teased. "Hope you like custard!"

Gemma took a deep breath, knowing she was about to get submerged into the slop. Sure enough, Natasha's hand pushed her forward and her entire head was suddenly plunged into the custard. She was held there for a few seconds, then pulled out by her hair. Just as she was getting her breath back, Natasha hit her in the face with an entire black forest gateaux.

"Tash, this is really turning me on!" said Gemma through a facefull of custard and cake.

"Cool! Let's move you on to the next bucket now," said Natasha. "In you go!"
Gemma felt her head get dunked into another bucket of slime. She had been splattered to such an extent that she hadn't even managed to see what was in this bucket. It felt very thick and gooey though. She stuck her tongue out to have a taste it was thick, melted chocolate! With her head still being dunked into the bucket, she then felt her knickers getting pulled down at the back to expose her bare arse. Uh-oh, this could only mean one thing. SPLAT! Gemma felt a cold, sticky pie get slammed against her backside. She shrieked, which just came out as a blubber into the chocolate.
Natasha lifted Gemma's head out of the bucket and cackled at her. Gemma licked her lips and said "I think it's your turn for a dunking now!"

"Oh no! You wouldn't dare dunk my face into that bucket!" said Natasha sternly, but Gemma knew it was all an act. Natasha was begging to take the plunge. Gemma grabbed Natasha's hair and quickly dunked her in and out of the chocolate bucket. Natasha started panting heavily, so Gemma pulled at her knickers and tipped the full contents of the custard bucket down them.
Natasha screamed, "Aaaaaagh, you horrible girl!"

Gemma laughed and gave Natasha one last face dunking, then she straightened her body up and lifted the chocolate bucket. It was about to go all over Natasha's tits. Natasha stood still and accepted it as Gemma tipped the contents of the bucket down her bra, but neither of them had reckoned that the gooey chocolate was quite heavy, and the clip on Natasha's bra was a bit damaged at the back. As the weight of the gunge pulled the cups of the bra down, the clip at the back suddenly snapped and her bra comically flew off, exposing both of her big, chocolate coated knockers.

Gemma burst out laughing, while Natasha put her hands on her hips and pretended to look annoyed. "Well, you've seen mine," said Natasha, "so I think you should get your tits out too!"

Gemma gave another mock sigh and slowly loosened her bra at the back. She was more than happy to go topless though, and in fact wanted to take it a step further. She slid her hands down her hips and down into her knickers, grabbing them at both sides and smiling cheekily.
"These are coming off too," Gemma said, "they're too wet and messy to wear."

Natasha grabbed Gemma's hands and guided them towards her own knickers, then she put her own hands down Gemma's knickers. "We should get naked together," she whispered. "After threeone, two, three!"

Both girls yanked each other's knickers down, and stood in front of one another stark naked. Gemma looked absolutely delicious, and Natasha couldn't resist coming close to her and kissing her on the lips, as their gunge-covered tits touched each other. Gemma was getting braver herself though, and started to give Natasha a bit of tongue. She also happened to have a pie within arms' reach, which she picked up and smashed into Natasha's arse. Natasha could only moan as she continued to kiss Gemma passionately. Then she moved her hand down to between Gemma's legs and started to tickle her soaking wet pussy.

That was it for Gemma she had officially come out of her non-WAMming, heterosexual shell, and she knew exactly how she wanted to finish things off. She collapsed onto her knees, then onto her back, with her legs wide open. "I've never been so horny, Tash!" she panted, "how about a gungy 69 to finish with?"

Natasha grinned and walked over to Gemma's head, putting one foot on either side of it. "I thought you'd never ask," she laughed, as she crouched down and lowered her cunt onto Gemma's face. Then she pushed her body down Gemma's and kissed her on her pubic hair before tucking into her vagina. Both girls gasped and groaned as they licked and sucked on each others custard-covered clits and rolled about in the chocolatey, porridgey gunk they had created. Gemma didn't know how long she could hold off her orgasm, but it looked like her super minxy friend was even more bursting to let it go than she was. "Oh my god, Gem!" screamed Natasha, and Gemma, having already had her face plastered with pie, custard and chocolate, was now treated to a facefull of Natasha's pussy juice. That was enough to push Gemma over the edge, as she spurted onto Natasha's tongue and all down her own legs.

Breathless, the two girls lay down next to each other, but there were still two cream pies left. Natasha grabbed one of them and turned to her pal. "I knew I could turn you to the dark side!" she sneered, and pied Gemma in the face. Gemma licked her lips and savoured the moment. She felt absolutely brilliant and had discovered a whole new side to her sexuality, which she couldn't wait to explore further.

She wasn't going to let Natasha have the last word though. She picked up the last cream pie and held it in front of Natasha. "You're a bad girl, Tash. Very bad," she scolded, and smashed the pie into Natasha's face. "But that's what I like about you!" she laughed. Natasha cleared her eyes, looked up and smiled widely. For her, the feeling was perhaps even more perfect. She no longer had to live out her fantasies in her head, or through self-WAMming. Her plan had worked perfectly she finally had a WAM buddy!