Lauren Branning (Jacqueline Jossa) vs. Whitney Dean the results

Lauren Branning (Jacqueline Jossa) vs. Whitney Dean the results

Lauren and Whitney were very close friends for many years. Lauren had been very supportive of Whitney for a long time. She had helped Whitney through a lot of very difficult situations. She was always trying to cheer her up and Whitney was always down and depressed. One day Lauren came up with a silly idea that she thought Whitney might enjoy. In Walford, there was going to be a special summer fete. Lauren’s idea was a gunge vote. Lauren approached the powers that be that were planning the fete. They loved the idea. Lauren knew from the beginning that she would be the one losing. She did not mind getting messy, because it was for her friend. If it would cheer Whitney, Lauren was willing to take one for the team. It really was a selfless act. She hoped that Whitney would appreciate what she was doing for her. In essence, it would be public humiliation for Lauren. The whole town would be laughing at her. She would like all the attention that she was going to be receiving though. She secretly loved being the centre of attention, like a lot of young women her age.

Lauren actually went far and wide spreading the word. At one point she stood up in the Vic and said,” Hi everyone. I want to let everyone know. I am going to be getting gunged on Saturday at the fete. Anyone who wants to see me get messy, come out and watch. A good time for all.” People thought she was a bit crazy. That being said, most people did not want to miss what would happen for the world. Also, Lauren set it all up so it would be a complete surprise to Whitney. Lauren worked quite hard to arrange everything. She got Whitney there and made sure that all the mess was there and ready. She had thought of everything and finally the big day arrived. Lauren prepared at her house with her sister. “Abby, I’m going to get gunged,” Lauren said. She opened her mouth wide and gave a fake surprised look then started laughing. “It’s going to be so funny. Whitney is going to come in and be told, you will be gunging Lauren, and I will be like Ugh.ha..haha. Oh my god, so embarrassing. I‘m going to get it so good. It is going to be all over me. I can‘t believe it. Don‘t laugh too hard will you.”

Lauren invited Whitney to come to the fete with her. It wasn’t as easy to get her to come along as one might have though. Whitney was being mopey as usual. Lauren insisted however, and eventually, she was able to convince her to come along. Lauren and Whitney strolled around the fete and had a good day and some laughs together. As the time arranged for the gunging approached, Lauren began to speak to Whitney. “I have a confession to make, Whit,” Lauren said. “I know that you have been feeling down, so I have made some arrangements for a little something today, that I hope that you will enjoy. You better enjoy it, because it is going to be at my expense.” “I don’t understand,” Whitney said. “Don’t worry,” Lauren said,” It is all set up, just go along with whatever happens and I promise that you will love it,” Lauren said.



Lauren took Whitney by the hand and lead her up onto a small stage. It seemed like the whole town had gathered around to see what Lauren had planned including all of Lauren and Whitney’s family members. Lauren thought to herself that maybe she had done too good of a job getting the word out about this, after all, she was going to be the one getting the mess, not Whitney. It would all be worth it though, Lauren told herself.

Lauren grabbed the microphone and started talking. “Hi everyone, thanks for joining us here today. As you all know, we have something very special planned. I think Whitney is the only one who is not aware yet of what is happening. Basically Whitney there was a little thing that was arranged called a gunge votes. You and I were the candidates, but the truth is , from the beginning, we all knew that I would be the loser. So basically, what is going to happen is, in a minute, some buckets of disgusting mess will be brought out here and you, my friend are going to get the chance to empty their contents all over my body. I am going to get nailed. You are going to get to just let me have it. Think of it as a gift from me to you.” “Wow, Lauren, I don’t know what to say. You are a good friend,” Whitney replied. “Eh, don’t mention it, what is a little slop between friends? And everyone, go on laugh at me, feel free. See the girl get covered in slop. It’s gonna be all over me in a minute.”

A chair was brought out which Lauren sat on. The buckets of mess were dragged out as well. Whitney had a look at what was in store. She rubbed her hands together and gave an evil laugh and smile. “I would not want to be you right now, Lauren,” Whitney said. “What have I let myself in for?,” Lauren said. “Don’t be shy, Whit, you just take that mess and do what comes naturally,” Lauren said. “I am so, going to nail you,” Whitney laughed.



Lauren’s parents, sister and her parent’s partners were up front so they could get the best of what was going to happen to Lauren. All of them had dreamed of doing something like this to Lauren at one point or another. She could be moody and opinionated as well. Her sister Abby was the one who wanted to see this happen the most. She always had a bit of sibling rivalry with her big sister. She was thrilled to see her big sister getting trashed like this. This really was a dream come true for her. She was right there cheering Whitney on. Lauren’s parents Tanya and Max were right there as well to see their daughter get sloppy. Whitney’s brother Ryan was also stood in the front row observing. Lauren had fancied him, but he had rebuffed her advancing. He secretly was going to love seeing her get nailed as well. He also thought that it was very nice of her to do this for his sister. Others gathered included Max’s partner Vanessa and her daughter Jodie along with Tanya’s new husband Greg. Tanya’s sister and mother were there as well. Even Max’s brother Jack and sister Carole were there. Even Dot was there to see this happening.



“I’m going to get dirty,” Lauren said,” I am a dirty, dirty girl.” She stuck her tongue out and put her hand to her nose, with her thumb touching it, making a semi rude gesture. “Let her have it Whit,” Max yelled out. “Yeah get her good,” Tanya shouted. Lauren pointed them and laughed. She then raised her fist and put on a fake angry face. She then put her finger to her lips and told them to shush. She waived her hands in front of her saying no. She then put her hand to her throat and moved it across, motioning a stop signal. She then stuck her tongue to the side of her mouth and stuck it out. She tilted her head to one side and placed her hands at the side of her face, pretending she was being hung or something. She then pretended to bite her nails and pretended to plead for Whitney not to do it.

In the meantime, Whitney had grabbed the first bucket. She smiled and made a face wiggling her eyebrows to the crowd. “Shall, I do it?,” she asked. The whole crowd cheered in approval. Lauren continued to shake her head and pretended to beg. The bucket that Whitney had was filled with barbecue sauce. Whitney approached Lauren from behind as Lauren wiggled in an animated way in her seat. Whitney lifted the bucket over her best friend. “Thanks Lauren,” she said. She then began to pour the barbecue sauce onto Lauren’s head. It began to pour down onto her hair and fringe. Down the sides of her face. Lauren lifted her leg and contorted her torso as the sauce poured on her. She shivered and shook. Her body wiggling. She lifted her leg as if to block the mess, but it only got her legs even more messy as Lauren indiscriminately poured the sauce over her friend’s body. Lauren could feel the barbecue sauce coating her jeans and top. It was all over her hair and fell down parts of her face. Lauren’s face contorted. She opened her mouth wide and pretended like she was going to be sick. She rolled her eyes back and pretended to gag. She then stuck her index finger in her mouth and made a, “I am going to puke,” sign. Of course this could not have been further from the truth. Although the whole thing was a bit embarrassing, Lauren was not sickened by it in the least. She was just having fun playing for the crowd. She was now shaking her head quickly, her face contorted quickly saying, “No, no, no.”



By now the first bucket was empty and Whitney had already grabbed the next item for Lauren. This one contained custard. Lauren bent both legs up bringing her knees to her chest and then stretched them out in front of her as a streak of barbecue sauce fell down her nose. Whitney now had the bucket of custard ready for Lauren. Lauren closed her eyes this time and held her breath. Whitney raised the bucket, this time her aim was more precise. She carefully picked the bucket up. She aimed the custard for Lauren’s face. Lauren knew this so she stretched her beautiful neck out to give Whitney a bigger target. “Get my face, Whit,” Lauren said. Whitney aimed the custard. It slowly made its way out of the bucket and fell directly onto Lauren’s awaiting face. The first wave fell and hit her directly on her eyes and nose. She wiggled her noses a bit, but otherwise, Lauren just let the custard pour over her face. She could feel it totally covering her face. Thick yellow, slightly cold soft custard covered her face. Lauren could not escape the feeling of total emersion. The sensual slop on her face and body felt really good to her, almost sexual. It felt like taking a shower, but with something much sexier then water. The cascade of custard continued over Lauren’s face. It covered her hair and then her neck. From her neck up she was covered in custard. The custard made it’s way down her body. It covered the front of her shirt. Her shirt was soaked in it. It became wet and heavy. It went almost see through. Lauren then stretched her legs out again and allowed Whitney to pour the remainder of the custard up and down her trousers. She wiggled her knees and toes as Whitney took the bucket and spread the custard up and down her legs. When she was done, Lauren straightened her legs again and bent them in. She took her two index fingers and cleared her eyes. She shook her head, clearing some of the excess custard from her face. She placed her hand on her legs and rubbed her hands in the mess that covered them already. She then rubbed her arms a bit. Everything was slathered in custard. Of course by this time the entire crowd was whistling and laughing at Lauren. “Looking good,” Vanessa shouted.” Lauren pointed at her. “Shut up,” she said. “I have a funny feeling that you just may be next on the list.” Lauren winked one eyes and crossed her arms in a fake attempt to look cool. “It’s hard to look cool with custard dripping from your face,” Tanya told her daughter.

Mushy peas was next on Whitney’s list. “Ooh yeah Lauren, mushy peas. Don’t they look yummy,” Whitney said. “Not really,” Lauren said,” But they do look prefect for pouring over my head, funnily enough,” she stated in semi serious tone. “Come on, come on, do your worst,” she said. Witney lifted the bucket over Lauren. “Mushy peas,” Lauren exclaimed, widening her eyes. Whitney lifted the bucket and began to pour. When the peas hit Lauren’s head, she did not know what hit her. They were so much thicker and sloppier than the mess that was already covering her. The mushy peas were a disgusting shade of green. They were nearly as thick as mashed potatoes. Members of the crowd uttered “Gross” “Yuck” and “That looks disgusting” Lauren’s face was not visible for the moment under the thick green sludge that covered it. She put her hands out, palms facing upward as Whitney poured. Whitney then grabbed the waistband of Lauren’s trousers and pulled it outwards slightly. She took the small amount of mushy peas that were left in the bucket and tipped them down into the back of Lauren’s trousers. Lauren moaned as the mushy peas fell into her trousers. She could feel the mushy peas on her panties and all over her rear end. Whitney then snapped her trousers closer again. She dropped the bucket and placed the palm of her hand on Lauren’s backside. When she did, some of the mushy peas pushed their way out of the trousers at the waist. Lauren sat for a moment and did not attempt to wipe her face. Finally, a huge blob of mushy peas fell from her face onto her knees. She then wiped her eyes and part of her face. “Elegant,” she said, moving her neck to one side and giving a dainty smile. She then patted the side of her hair. “What do you think, is puke green my color?,” she joked.

“I hope so,” Whitney said,” Because we have some relish coming up next for you.” “Cheers, Whit,” Lauren said,” Just what I have always wanted. As a child I always dreamt of the day I would have pickled relish poured on my head,” Lauren joked.



Lauren did not shut her eyes this time. She started having a dialogue with herself out loud, gesturing with her hands. “I don’t know, I have been such a good friend and now I am getting relish poured on my head. I don’t know what the world is coming to these days. Some people.” As she was talking Whitney began to pour the uneven lumpy green relish onto her head. The first gigantic lump, the size of a whole jar of relish fell onto the top of her head in a pile. It stuck to the top of her head and fringe for a moment before collapsing, sending bits of the relish down her face and then down her body. Bits fell down her top. Bits of the relish stuck to Lauren’s face. A large lump of it stick to the tip of her nose, almost looking like a clown’s nose. More piled on top of her shoulders. A load still stuck to the top of Lauren’s head and all over her fringe. Tiny bits of the green relish were everywhere in her dark brown fringe. The relish was a very unusual item and looked very strange all over Lauren’s head. “Do you all have a good view?,” Lauren asked,” I wouldn’t want any of you to miss anything. I know you all have your cameras ready to record each embarrassing moment. I know you lot are loving this.”

The next item that Whitney grabbed was a large pot of chicken noodle and sweet corn soup. The soup was whitish yellow with tons of small noodles, sweet corn and chicken floating in it. Whitney took a large wooden spoon and gave it a generous stir. She approached Lauren. Lauren shut her eyes and awaited the inevitable. She stretched her neck out again, giving Whitney her target. Whitney began to pour on Lauren’s head. The soup was much more watery than what had gone before and was freezing cold. When it hit Lauren, she let out an involuntary scream and shuttered in her seat. She lifted her legs and almost leapt from her seat. The cold soup showered Lauren. It washed over her face and down her body, completely soaking any dry or clean areas that were still left on her body. The soup had a gross chicken like smell that smelled similar to urine or body odour. Lauren stuck her tongue out. She could not escape the shower of soup. Her clothes were completely saturated and clung to her body. As the sup fell, it left hundreds of small noodles, small lumps of chicken and sweet corn everywhere on Lauren’s body as it went. Noodles mixed with the relish that was already all over Lauren’s fringe. Lauren was now soaked from head to toe. Mess dripped everywhere from her. Noodles dripped from her face and arms.



Whitney then gabbed the final bucket that was left for Lauren. The final bucket contained egg salad. If possible, it smelled even worse than the soup that had gone before. It stunk like rotten eggs. It looked like scrambled eggs only sloppier and more liquidy. “Egg salad,” Whitney told Lauren. “Ok,” she replied sarcastically. Lauren readied herself again for another onslaught at her best friend’s hands. She could smell the unmistakable odour of rotten eggs from across the stage already. Whitney approached her. She posed with the bucket. “Here we go,” she said. The crowd cheered their approval. Whitney then raised the bucket. Lauren closed her eyes and waited. She barely felt it when the egg salad fell onto her face. She could certainly smell it though. The yellowy slop first fell onto her nose and then over her eyes and cheeks. Then over her mouth and cheeks. It went all over her fringe and hair, down her neck. Lauren’s face was now covered in rotten eggy mess. This time she almost gagged again. She held her stomach this time and pretended that she was about to heave. Whitney had no mercy on her, as she let the egg salad pour and pour. It fell from her head, onto her lap, on her chest and legs, collecting with the puddles of mess that were already all over Lauren and on the stage below her. Whitney took the last handful of the egg salad and pushed it into Lauren’s face. Lauren just closed her eyes, almost enjoying it. She stuck out her tongue.

When Whitney was done she placed the bucket over Lauren’s head for a minute. She then removed it. She stood in front of everyone, holding one hand up in victory as everyone cheered. Lauren tried to wipe some of the egg salad from her face and body. She smiled and laughed. “So everyone, how do I look,” she said. “You nailed me good, Whit, well done. I hope everyone enjoyed themselves. I hope everyone enjoyed sing me getting dirty. I certainly will never forget it. She certainly had no mercy on me did she. Seriously though, thanks for coming.” “We’re just disappointed we didn’t get a chance,” Max said. “Well, maybe if everyone else asks nicely, I may be willing to have another go. I am sure your pictures will last a life time though. I never knew so many people wanted to see me get messed up. How many of you would like to get the chance to pour something over my head yourselves?,” Lauren asked. Pretty much everyone in the crowd raised their hands. “Ok,” she said in a funny voice. “I’ll have to see what I can do about that, but for now we are all out of mess. Time to go home.”

Lauren felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned. It was Whitney. She had one hand behind her back. “Not quite. One last surprise.” Whitney pulled her hand out from behind. It had a pie in it. Lauren barely had time to brace herself before Whitney pushed the pie into her face. It hit with a thud. The tin stuck to Lauren’s face. She pulled it off. Her mouth was wide open laughing, her eyes wide, her whole face covered in pie. She was totally creamed. She licked her lips. She bent her knees and laughed hard. “Ok,” she said,” Now we definitely have nothing left for today. It’s all over.”