The Lords and Ladies were already waiting outside when I arrived for the second challenge.
"Hi again! I hope you enjoy the show! Please come in!"
Once again, they all sat in front of the stage.
"Please give me a minute to finish my preparation. I will be back soon!"
I disappeared backstage to prepare my outfit for the second challenge. I welcome them in a very casual way but I worked on a surprise for them in the afternoon.
I switched off the light and went on stage in my special outfit.
"Welcome everybody for the second part of 'Cooking with Emma'. For the main courses, I had to be correctly suited up, that's why I prepared this little surprise for you..." I turn on the light.
At that moment, I saw their delighted look on me.
For that challenge, I decided to create my own clothes but not casual ones. I wanted to create clothes with two properties, first, I wanted it to be transparent and then I wanted that the mess I would drop on my clothes wouldn't fall on the ground but stay blocked in my clothes.
I finally found an Internet website dedicated to WAM outfits where a pattern for such clothes was available. They called it "the funnel panties". I followed the tutorial and a few minutes later, I had my outfit for the second challenge.

I was standing in front of them, naked except for the funnel panties I was wearing and braces to prevent it from falling.
I carefully sealed the two legs hole to prevent the content from flowing. The funnel was starting just below my chin and ended below my crotch to be sure my pussy will swim in the messy content I will pour over myself.

Lady Robinson joined me on stage to read the recipe.
"Please Lady Robinson, could you read the recipe for me?"
"Sure: first main course: fresh pasta.
For a good main course, pastas are always a good choice. We will show you today how to make your own homemade pastas but, if you don't have time to do so, do not hesitate to buy already prepared spaghetti."
This was the signal for the first mess. I took a big can of tomato spaghettis which was on the trolley and emptied it over my head. I felt the slimy content covering my hair and body before being stopped by my special outfit. The level of mess was low but it would go up very fast. It was time for the second can. This time, it was spaghetti hoops. I was clearly turning red under the sauce. I was feeling the spaghettis slowly sliding down from my face to my boobs and filling my transparent panties.
"For you today, we are going to bake our own fresh pasta. First, sift the floor on a work surface"
I took two bags of flour and emptied them, one on my body and the second over my head. The flour was sticking on the tomato sauce and creating an orange paste.
"Break the eggs."
I prepared two dozen eggs and smashed them on my upper body and head. Of course, I choose to not remove the shells. Some were falling in my funnel while others were hanging on my hair.
"Add the oil."
It was now time for two bottles of cooking oil. The oil washed the egg and flour mess and replaced it by a shiny layer of the slippery liquid.
"Then, mix the mixture with your hands"
This was the real purpose of my today's clothes: use it as a big bowl. I plunged my both hands in the messy mixture which was already submerging my pussy and belly button. I mixed the layers of spaghettis, eggs, floor and oil and smeared the content on my breast and arms. Then, I gave myself goey shampoo with that slimy dough. When I was covered enough, I gave the signal to Lady Robinson to continue:
"You can decide to color your homemade pasta: with black squid ink, spinach, tomato, saffron or beet."
On the trolley, I had prepared smaller buckets of colored gunge, I planned a bucket for each color. After each color Lady Robinson read, I dumped the bucket over myself covering me in multiple colors: black, green, red, yellow and pink.
At that moment, I realized that I didn't check the quantity of mess I prepared with the actual size of the funnel... The mess was already just below my boobs and I had more mess for my second menu.
"Excuse me, the funnel is becoming really heavy, can I ask for a seat? For the remaining steps, may I ask you Lady Robinson to assist me?"
"Well, it was not exactly the deal but it was a bit boring to see you under that mess with me reading on your side without being able to help... Then,yes, I will love to assist you!"
"Perfect, let's continue then!"
Unfortunately, I didn't think that sitting would raise the level of mess by a few centimeters again and stuck my arms in the funnel! I will be at the mercy of Lady Robinson for the end of my show. The positive part was that I was free to stimulate myself in the mixture without anyone able to see what happened there.
"When your pastas are prepared and cooked, you can eat them the way you like, for example with cheese!"
Lady Robinson had a big smile on her face and took the bucket I was pointing out. It was filled with creamy nacho cheese.
"Look up and say 'cheese'!" she said while raising the bucket over my face.
I didn't have the opportunity to say a word, the content was poured over my head engulfing it in the orange creamy mess.

I was blind but I was feeling the mess was now just below my neck, hopefully the first course was over.
"For the second course, we will focus on side dishes. First, we will start with a curry. Rice is a perfect side for it."
Even if I was not able to empty them myself, I knew that the small pearls which were running on me were rice. Two big bags of it.
"It seems that Emma forgot something, you know that we usually cook it first, right? Anyway, a nice creamy sauce is a must have for a curry!"
It was time for the smelly curry sauce to be added on the top of the mess. The mixed odors in the funnel were really strong.
"And we will not be able to conclude before talking about classic beans, mashed potatoes and gravy!"
First, several cans of baked beans were poured on me.
As I was sitting, the funnel was going up to my eyes. I was feeling the level of mess close from the maximum the funnel would hold. Soon, my mouth was covered and I had incline my head in the mess up to my forehead to be able to speak, giving me extra coatings of mess on what was remaining of my hair.
"Well, I'm supposed to use the two last ingredients here but I don't want to drown you! instead, I will use them on your legs and feet."
She rubbed the mashed potatoes on my legs, coating them in a thick layer and then she used the gravy to finish her work.
"Congratulations Emma, this was a great show!"
"Thank you, I really appreciate your feedback! However, may I ask you a little help to empty the funnel?"
Lord Robinson approached and said "Yes, no problem but we were discussing a bit here while my wife was applying mashed potatoes on you... We thought it would be a shame to not take the opportunity for some dunks in your funnel...We will help you if you do some!"
"OK, I'm already covered anyway and I will definitely need your help."
"Good, then we will hold the funnel for you, you will be able to dunk this way."
They approached me and I prepared myself for my messy dunks.
"You're lucky Emma, I've never thought about such a way to mess someone up! Try mixing the layers a bit with your arms, I'm sure you will enjoy it!" said Lady O'Neill.
3..2..1.. I huddled and disappeared in the funnel under the mess. I followed the advice of Lady O'Neill and brought the mess from the bottom over my head. Feelling the different texture was thrilling. I came up and gasped for air only to go under a few times. I was not able to hear anything except muffled sounds. I fingered myself to a dirty orgasm.
When I thought it was time to stop, I laid on the surface and cleaned my eyes.
"OK Emma, I think it's time to help you to empty your funnel, are you ready? We have put a big basin in front of you, you will just have to bend over it to empty the funnel. Let's go!"
They helped me to bend over the basin, all the mixture which was encased in the funnel was emptied. However, there was no other choice to be once again covered with the content while it was emptied. This slide, the mess was running from crotch to my head in the reverse way it entered in the funnel.
Once the funnel was empty and me covered one again. They left the room with very high expectations for my next show.