[Dedicated to the sweet, playful muse MSMystique, who inspired the story]

Estrella had a new job as an administrative assistant to a man about her age, only she wasn't quite sure what Peter did for a living. She billed people, mailed out packages, received supplies. She saw on some billing that Peter appeared to be some type of engineer, and certainly there was lots of money coming in. Peter worked in a machine shop in the back of the office, but she had only seen glances of it. Peter explained that he was working on patents and he wanted only his eyes on his ideas. But it was a nice, clean job. She got to dress informally, and most of all Peter was always polite to her. She liked that because in a previous job she was hit on several times by managers. She knew her body was tempting she had Mediterranean skin, long dark hair, and ample breasts and a round behind. But she always dressed conservatively, and her body language certainly was not welcoming.

This went on for several months, and she was very content. She had even gotten a raise and received compliments on her work. But one day Peter was in an agitated mood. She didn't want to ask, but she looked concerned. And Peter confessed.

"I have a new product, a novelty product. It's a gun. Now, don't be frightened. It doesn't shoot bullets. Have you ever seen those air guns they use to shoot t-shirts to fans at ball games? This machine can do that. That's easy. The harder part is controlling the speed. If I wanted to shoot a tennis ball, the speed has to go down because the aerodynamics of the ball are simpler and it has some weight to it. Dense masses are easiest. But I want this gun to do more, like using it for games like a soft version of paintball where the ammo is a small soft baggie, like a laundry pod. I can even get it to shoot cream and custard."

"Well, what's the problem then?" Estrella asked.

"Grr. I had hired someone from a modeling agency who was going to help me test impacts and visual effects, because that's what I want to show off tomorrow at a meeting where I would license the product. She just never showed up. The agency said maybe she was afraid of getting hurt which is ridiculous because I've tested it 50 different ways. Or maybe she didn't want to be messy."

"Messy?"

"Yeah. It's no big deal to shoot objects. But mine has a computerized sensing device which evaluates product weight and density so it configures the pressure right and adjusts the barrel size."

"You mean barrel width too, no?" asked Estrella.

"Yes. How did you know that?"

"Oh, it's just logic. I have good spatial logic. Do you need someone to help you test it today?"

"Yep, that's the problem."

"I'll try to help. If I do well, maybe a little bonus?"

"Sure."

Estrella was led into the machine room, She immediately saw the gun, which was about 20 feet from a wall that didn't look exactly white in the center, like it had been washed many times.

"Your clothes will get messy, so I'll have to buy you new ones. But there's a shower out back, and I can drive you home."

"Will you tell me what's coming at me, and where?"

"Certainly. Why don't you sit in the chair right in the center?"

She didn't mind the clothes. She was wearing tight blue jeans, which are indestructible, and a loose fitting white rayon blouse made from soft bamboo fibers which just showed a hint of decolletage. She also trusted him and wasn't afraid she'd get hurt.

"Now close your eyes when I say ready. Ready? This one is plain old whipped cream. Wait a minute. I have to put the cream in the chamber." He sprayed three cans into a chamber at the back of the gun, and announced "ready" one again. Her muscles tensed a little. She decided she wanted to see what was coming at her, so she kept her eyes open.

"Whoosh. Splat!" Both sounds were very loud. She saw a cloud coming at her fast, resisted the urge to duck, but did close her eyes. And then she felt this warm smoothness all over her. In her hair, on her blouse, and even some inside the blouse. When she opened her eyes, she saw she was completely covered in white cream, from head to toe.

"Perfect!" Peter was very happy. "I used all three cans. I could have shot for smaller areas but, well, why the hell not. I have some towels over there. Do you want to wipe down?"

"No," she laughed. She had really enjoyed the initial feeling and liked the idea of appearing all creamy. "I'm just going to get more messy, no?"

"I'm afraid so. If you don't want to get hit by something, just say stop."

As she sat down on the cream splattered chair she felt very at ease. Also, for the first time she felt wet through her jeans. "Must be the cream," she thought.

"Okay, here we go. The next is soft margarine. I'm going to try just a few quart containers at first to see how good my aim is. Hey, tell me what to hit and I'll hit it."

Estrella smiled. "I'm going to bend my head forward see if you can hit the top of my head."

"Ready?" This shot made a sucking sound, and a millisecond later Estrella realized he had hit dead center her hair now had a layer of yellow margarine on it. It then came to her that it would be hard to get out of her hair. But, strangely, she just didn't care.

"Where now?"

In a burst of mischievousness, she blurted out: "In my crotch." She spread her legs wide and lifted up her legs a bit. She was so sure of Peter and his machine now that she watched the whole thing. Two pounds of the yellow greasy mess hit her right on the zipper of her jeans. She started giggling and rubbed her thighs together. It was then she realized she was really turned on. And she felt the wetness again and thought that wasn't from the cream. It was from her excited body.

"Okay, one more. See, I told you may aim was good."

Estrella said, "Okay, some super accuracy now." She undid one button on her blouse and cupped her breasts together. "Right in the crack." The machine made its sucking sound and too late Estrella saw the aim was a little off she was hit square in the face with here eyes open. It still felt good but she could not see. Peter was already there, apologizing. "I just got distracted by something." He gently toweled off her eyes and started to do one cheek but Estrella stopped him. "I'm liking being messy and I like the way I look."

"Okay," said Peter. He realized he was distracted by her breasts. He had always avoided looking at her straight on as a matter of politeness, but now he was having a hard time looking away. She looked very sexy. "Back to work."

"What's next?"

"How about chocolate syrup. I have lots of it."

"Great. Hit me in the ass. Oops, I mean rear end." She faced the chair, put her hands on the seat and stuck out her round butt."

"Okay, I'll try three quick fires. A quart each. Ready."

She nodded, and felt a mass of heavy liquid hit her ass twice, then slightly above her belt line, where it dripped into her panties.

"That was super," Peter said.

"Yeah, much fun. Anything more? How much does that tank hold?"

"Ten quarts, though I'm working on a bigger attachment." Estrella, now very much in heat, thought about how she'd like to be smothered in syrupy, sticky mess.

"Okay, let's do my front five quick hits, up and down, then one massive cum in the face, oh shit, I mean one blast in the face." Peter laughed and said, "Maybe we can do lotion tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Oh, I forgot. Do you want me to be your exhibit tomorrow?"

"Only if you want to. How about double time, and Friday off?"

"Sure. You're a hard bargainer."

"Hey, I am. I would have done it for nothing, chump. Oh, I didn't mean that. It's just that you seem, well, more familiar now." And she realized a wall of distance had come tumbling down.

"Great. Be here at your usual time. And I have some clothes for you."

"Oh, I can bring nice clothes. You want them to be a little sexy? Short, tight? Or glamorous? Even a little kinky?" she laughed, not believing she was saying these things. She also realized she was massaging herself her upper legs, her ass it just felt so good. And her crotch had gone from warm and wet to hot and very wet. But there was one more practice round. She loved each smooshing hit, how it looked shiny after it hit. Waiting for the big one she kept her eyes open again. She loved the anticipation of being enveloped. A wave of brown muck came at her chest and head, soaking her completely. In the strong office light, the breast area of her blouse shone like automobile headlights. She took a step forward as the chocolate still cascaded around her, but she slipped and fell to one knee. She caught herself and she was okay.

Peter rushed towards her and from about 5 feet away he slipped, right on his ass. She turned toward him, and he undercut her so she fell right on top of him, dripping her mess all over him. They were both a bit stunned, and each asked the other if they were okay.

Estrella sat on his crotch area, her knees on the ground. "Do you mind getting as messy as me?

"I'd love it," he said softly.

She started pooling all the sticky slippery mess next to him and then scooping it all over his body. She felt a little movement in his body, and felt the tell tale lump at his groin. "Your face?" He nodded, and Estrella continued his transformation right down to the glopped on hair. She smiled and rested on her elbows, 6 inches away from his lips. Then it was five, then four, and suddenly Estrella said "Honey?"

Peter said, "Are you calling me honey already?"

"No, next time I want honey. Oceans of it. Get working on a bigger reservoir tank. It doesn't have to be tomorrow. But for your next experiment I want it over every inch of you. You WILL teach me how to run that gadget. I want it flowing over every inch of you, in every crevice." She had transformed into her full sexual nature, which was further heightened when he took her face in his hands and pulled to within an inch of her.

"Honey, every nook and cranny of you, too."

The tension was unbearable. She felt like she was on the edge of an orgasm.

"But Peter, you won't need a machine to get into those parts."

"I have hands, fingers, and other things to make you happy."

Finally, the kiss, long and hard, exploring their mouths, then their faces and neck, and just like that her orgasm came on, uncontrolled, and her body pounded onto his repeatedly.

"Did you come?" she asked Peter.

"Not yet. I was trying not to, not to . . .".

"Show how hard and excited you were?" She laughed softly, slithered off him, bent down towards his zipper, rubbing the goo over his pants and especially over the long lump in his jeans. She opened it slowly, carefully, pulled his cock out, and scooped the brown sticky mess on it. She put her mouth on it it tasted good. And she moved her mouth in an up and down circular motion, like a corkscrew, only about a dozen times because now he exploded, right over her eyes, and for the third time today she could not see. Peter wiped the cum off her eyes,and kissed her forehead, nose, and then lips gently. They lay holding each other a long time, in a dream world.

They were awakened by a phone and a message saying, "Peter? Jack. We have to postpone tomorrow's meeting a week. A guy from the CEO's office wants to see this. Maybe he'll be bringing his gorgeous wife. Everyone who meets her falls in love with her. Anyway, call me back later."

They both breathed a sigh of relief. Peter finally said, "maybe we can work on the honey this week." And they got up and walked hand in slippery hand, carefully, to the shower.

Just before they got to the threshold, Estrella turned to Peter and said with a sly smile: "I know why you were distracted on that margarine shot. These." And she slowly opened each remaining button and took off her blouse and saturated bra. "Oh, they don't match the rest of my body, do they?" She reached inside her jeans and came up with a glob of syrup, and rubbed it over each breast. She also could see that Peter was rock hard again. It was going to be a nice shower, she thought.