It was the annual super bowl part at JJ's place. A yearly tradition, the same group of 20-30 friend gathered to watch the big game.

This year was a bit more tense however, as two of the attendees of sos party, Trish, and Allison were from LA and Ohio respectively.

Trish was a confident brunette, she was sporting a simple outfit of tight jeans and her blue and yellow Rams Jersey, she felt confident about her teams chances that evening, as the Rams had serious Super Bowl expectations since the start of the season.

Allison was a spitfire, with her shorter stature and jet-black hair, she never let her height dull her personality, she was wearing a pair of leggings and a black Bengals T-shirt.

A note about JJ, his party was done in a potluck style every year, every attendee was tasked with bringing a dish, JJ himself had made a stellar spread of Super Bowl foods. He made his classic three bean dip, and even added a Buffalo dip this year that had some kick to it. Others brought dishes like nachos, veggies with bleu cheese dip, Mac and cheese, and even a large bowl of spinach dip. Some opted to bring dessert, Trish for example brought and cheesecake, and Alison brought some cupcakes (orange frosting for her Bengals.)

As much as I wish cooler heads could have prevailed. The smack talk between Trish and Allison began right away.

"I can't wait to see the look on your face when your perfect Rams teams gets beat by my underdog Bengals!" Yelled Allison

"Oh please" Trish began, "You, and everyone else here knows your Bengals have no business in this game. The Rams are going to wipe them!"

"God I can't wait to see what excuses you come up with for when the Rams choke." Spat Allison

"Choke? No, the only choking being done tonight will be by you when you have to eat those ridiculous orange cupcakes you made because it's the only thing that will make you feel better after you lose!"

Allison quickly yelled back "ugh I wish I could throw that terrible cheesecake you made right in your face!"

"Bring it loser!" Spat back Trish

Before they could come to blows, or at least continue to annoy the rest of the partygoers with their banter, JJ came to the rescue with a solution.

"Ladies" he looked at them both "clearly there is some serious competitive banter going on here, how about you two just make a simple bet and settle this? Maybe this can work in my favor tooevery year I'm stuck cleaning up all this food by myself after everyone leaves. Maybe this year one of you two can help me clean up, whoever loses, that is."

"I'd rather make her eat her words" said Trish

"Yeah forget cleaning I want to really show her who is superior!" Allison spat back.

JJ pondered for a second. "Okwe up the stakes than. How about, instead of helping me clean all the leftover food after the party, the loser has to wear it all? Hell, maybe it'll save me the storage space in my fridge!"

"I love it!" Allison said quickly "This is going to be one gross night for you!"

"You know what?" Said Trish "You're on! Hope you didn't like that cheap outfit so much!"

And so it was decided, as far fetched as it seemed, one of these two beautiful women would end their evening covered in food.

The banter began early and often with the Rams taking an early lead, Trish began putting together an assortment of leftovers and taunting Allison. But once the Bengals took the lead, it was Allison who began talking about her messy gameplan for poor Trish. At one point, the two ladies found themselves at the food table, looking at all of the leftover mess that one of them would be wearing.

"Pretty gnarly, huh?" Asked Allison

"Yes, very" said Trish

"Well try not to think about how gross it is, it'll make life easier when I'm pouring it all over you" Allison quipped, confining the mind games, the Bengals were winning after all.

Trish was not flustered, she replied simply, "Oh, I'm not thinking about that, I'm wondering just how much of that sloppy mac and cheese I can fit in the cheap leggings of yours."

It was Allison that was now flustered.

The smack talk continued, and the game did not disappoint. However, the Rams did in fact come back and win, and it was Allison who would be facing a very unique kind of forfeit.

Alison was teasing her the entire time, some people exited, others stuck around to see what this would like. JJ began putting together all the leftovers, he even put a tiny paddling pool in the living room to try and contain any mess.

"okay, Allison, you accepted these terms and lost, I'm sorry, but this food has your name written all over it."

Allison could only pout, Trish could only grin. Allison stepped in the pool and crossed her arms, it was time for the messing to begin. Trish picked up Allison's orange cupcakes.

"Look, I know I said you'd be eating these, and I'm sure you worked hard on them. But I think I'd rather you stand on them instead, your feet look like they can use some cushion!"

"You bitch" hissed Allison as she removed her shoes. Trish placed dozed cupcakes on the ground, and Allison stepped right into them, and Trish told her to begin stomping.

Allison rolled her eyes in disgust as the cake and icing made its way between her toes, she was already so uncomfortable and there as a whole table of food to go.

Moving on, Trish picked up the bowl of spinach dip, and Allison looked nervous at to what she had in mind.

"You poor loser" Trish mocked, I can't believe you showed up to a party wearing that shabby Bengals gear, I personally think you need a makeover, and I'm gonna give you one. Firsta shampoo. I've heard spinach is great for your roots!"

Allison tried to put her hands up in protest but the damage was down, the bowl was dumped over her head, and Trish began to rub the chunky dip into her scalp. It was heavy, and smelled terrible as Trish made sure every inch of hair was covered in the stuff.

What followed was a sort of "super bowl makeover" for poor Allison. She was given a bean dip facial, a condiment skin treatment on her arms of ketchup and mustard, blue cheese was added to the mess at her feet, and Trish placed a dish of nachos down her shirt. Trish said it was a breast enhancement.

There were only two items left, and Trish wanted to make the most of them. She picked a large dish of sloppy, stringy Mac and cheese

"Do you remember what I asked you over at the food table earlier, loser?"

Allison could only shake her head meekly

"Oh it's okay Allison I'll remind you" Trish said hoisting up the dish. "I wanted to know how much of this gross Mac and cheese and can stuff into those leggings of yours. And it's time to find out, now, hold them open"

Allison contemplated pleading, but knew it wouldn't work, she was such a mess from head to toe already. Her clothes were soaked through, her hair ruined and she could smell the bean dip all over her face. She thought this next sensation may be the worst of them all however, besides the abject humiliation of being messed up by a rival. She slowly held open the front of her leggings, and Trish began to pour.

Allison's face was stuck in a state of shock her mouth locked in the shape of an O, the mac and cheese was as wet as it was thick somehow. And it seeped into her underwear right away and made itself at home in her crevices. It was truly as terrible as she thought it would be, and her leggings showed the damage as they began to sag, but Trish stopped half way.

"Way to keep a lot of it in loser!" She said "But for the last of it I want it in the back. Turn around and hold open the back I wanna see that perky butt of yours"

Allison complied, she couldn't believe this was all happening simply because of a football game. All because of a failed fourth down conversion.

The Mac and cheese plopped into the back of her leggings and made a home in Allison's crack. After a the dish was empty, Trish gave Allison's behind a little swat to move the Mac and cheese around a bit, Allison turned around to face the victor again. Trish was now holder her cheesecake.

"Oh look at the state of you, I'm so thankful I won this bet" she laughed JJ, who to this point was just watching in awe with the other patrons, laughed at her comment as well.

"Now, for the finale, seems people didn't like my cheesecake too much, but maybe you'll like it more since your about to take all of it to the face." Trish walked over to the dejected loser, who just stared at the cake in resignation.

"Now, tell me who the champions are"

"TheRams" a sad Allison muttered, right away her world went black as she was caked hard with Trish's dessert. The smell of cheese was not a welcome surprise either.

Trish took a bow and received a golf clap from the partygoers, she took a few photos and went back to mingling. Allison just stood there, covered in food, pants full of mac and cheese, unsure of what to do next.

**END**