Liz McClarnon set up by Kittens

Liz McClarnon set up by Kittens

Atomic Kitten had a string of hit songs several years back. The members of Atomic Kitten were Natasha Hamilton, Jenny Frost and Liz McClarnon. They were regulars in there time on Saturday morning kids tv shows like smtv live and ministry of mayhem. For the most part, they always seemed to end up clean without getting messy at all. On this occasion, they were set to appear on another similar weekend morning tv show. Before the show, Jenny and Natasha approached the producers of the show. They really wanted to set Liz up. They wanted to get her back because of some of her personal habits. As a group, they spent weeks on the road together, and that could be too close for comfort in some cases. They still liked Liz, but they really wanted to get some small measure of revenge against her. The producers were all too willing to make their proposal come true. Liz was going to get it and get it good. Natasha and Jenny could not be more excited. Liz was going to get it. Liz had no idea that it was going to happen either. She was going to be taken completely by surprise and her band mates were going to get to completely embarrass her on national television.

The group appeared on the show and everything seemed to be going as originally scripted. The show was known for its chaotic nature anyway, like a lot of Saturday morning kids tv shows. Finally the big moment arrived. The presenter grabbed the microphone. “Hey everybody, it is time for a gigantic surprise. All the kittens gather round.” they all came together around him. “Today, we have a little set up. One member of Atomic Kitten here has been nominated by the other members of the group for a bit of a good gunging.” Liz looked a bit puzzled. “It couldn’t be me,” she thought to herself. “It seems that they would like to get some revenge on this group member. That group member is Liz.” Liz pointed to herself and mouthed the word, me. “Jenny, Natasha, why is it that you have nominated Liz to get messy.” “Well,” Natasha said,” To put it kindly, flatulence.” “Yes, a bad case of BO I would say,” Jenny chimed in. Liz turned red with embarrassment. Her mouth falling open in disbelief. “As a group, we are together 250 days a year and someone’s, shall we say, personal hygiene can get very annoying after awhile,” Natasha said. “It just plain stinks,” Jenny said,” Sorry, Liz.” “So we want to gunge her good and proper.” “This is so embarrassing,” Liz said,” I don’t know which is more embarrassing, what they have said about me or the fact that they are probably going to get to gunge me on national tv.” Just then a fake farting noise came from behind Liz. “See,” Jenny said,” She can’t even hold it in for five minutes.” Liz laughed. “Can I say, they are lying as an excuse to get to gunge me. I do not have BO and I do not have uncontrollable flatulence. They are just trying to embarrass me.” “Don’t listen to her,” Jenny said,” Don’t be alone in a room with her or you will see exactly what we mean.” “You guys are terrible,” Liz said,” It is all lies she protested. Jenny held her nose and waived her hand in front of it. “She is overpowering,” Natasha teased,” It is filling the studio. They laughed at Liz. Liz pointed at them and said,” It was not me,”

“No matter,” the presenter said,” The gunging is still going ahead either way. “Please, no,” Liz put her hands in front of her in praying position and begged. The other two waived bye bye to her as she was lead to her chair. She took her seat. She wore a short black skirt and black boots. She had on a pink tank top and a white bra. The straps almost visible. Her legs looked incredible. They were all fake tanned, when she sat down even more legs was revealed. She looked incredibly sexy. Jenny took a sign that had a string around it and placed it around Liz’s neck. The sign read, “I have BO,” Liz held it in front of her and reluctantly posed with it. Her two band mates disappeared and then returned together , wheeling out a huge trolley full of things to pour on Liz.

“So Liz,” said the presenter,” How are you feeling?” “This is already the most embarrassing night of my life. I mean my body odour and flatulence are a topic of general conversation on national television and now my band mates are going to pour mountains of mess over me. Talk about embarrassing.” “You have to admit, you do stink,” the presenter said. “I do not!,” she shouted,” Everyone at home, don’t believe them. They are lying.” “Everyone at home, you should thank the lord that this is not smellovision. I can smell her from here.”

“Natasha and Jenny are you two ready to go,” the presenter asked. “We most definitely are,” Natasha said,” This is going to be very, very good. Sorry. Liz, but you are going to get it good,” Natasha said. “I have wanted to do this for so long,” Jenny said,” I want to do this so badly, you have no idea.” “Thanks a lot,” Liz said. She made a funny face, stuck her tongue out to the corner of her mouth and stuck two fingers up at her bandmates. ” We are supposed to be band mates and this whole time you have just wanted to pour slime and muck over my head. They have wanted to see me wallowing in the muck. I can’t believe it,” she said. “They are not kidding, they are going to love this. The rest of the tour, I will never hear the end of it.” The presented then strapped Liz’s ankles and wrists in place. She pretended to try and run away. She wiggled in the chair. He secured her ankles and wrists. She was completely helpless now, completely and Jenny and Natasha’s mercy. Liz McClarnon was about to get it and get it good. She pretended to struggle with the arm restraints. Liz pointed and them and gave a funny, incredulous face,” Are you girls, really sure you want to do this,” she said in a funny accent. “Very sure,” the two said in unison. “Ok, everyone,” the presenter said,” It is time to get Liz McClarnon sloppy.” Liz fidgeted in her seat.

Jenny and Natasha started off with large tins of baked beans. Each took one. Natasha took one giant can and held it over Liz’s head. Jenny took the other and held it over Liz’s incredible legs. They posed for the cameras, each giving a thumbs up. Liz then scrunched her face up and closed her eyes as she awaited the double barrel onslaught of baked beans. Natasha slowly started pouring her baked beans over Liz’s face. The beans made their way down her streaked hair and down her tanned face. She closed her eyes as the beans in their repellent juice poured in two streams down her eyebrows, nose and mouth. The site of the beans on Liz’s incredibly sexy face. She gave a pained look as she felt the nauseating touch of the beans on her face and skin. More poured down her neck, over the birth mark that she has on her neck. It fell onto her arms and cleavage, down her top and into her armpits. Meanwhile, Jenny directed her beans directly onto Liz’s bare, tanned sexy legs. She started pouring baked beans onto Liz’s thighs. She moved the can forward and spread the beans in a sheet over legs and down her knees, then down onto her calves and then her boots. The beans were now all over Liz’s thighs. She could feel them between her legs. She could barely move them, because she was strapped in. Jenny delighted in pouring the baked beans on top of Liz’s naked legs. Liz’s calves dripped with beans. Her boots had beans over and in them as well. Jenny then poured more of the beans onto Liz’s skirt. Liz was already covered from head to toe and she knew that there was much more to come for her. She stuck her tongue out, licking her lips. She tried to move her head to remove some of the excess beans, but could not do much because of the restraints. Beans continued to roll down her face. Beans dripped from her nose, mouth, chin and fringe.

Jenny next grabbed a bottle of chocolate syrup. Natasha grabbed a bottle of thousand island salad dressing. They approached Liz together. Jenny took the chocolate syrup and started pouring it up and down Liz’s tank tip. She moved it back and forth with broad stokes in M like formations. Liz’s top dripped with brown chocolate. She put more onto Liz’s breasts. She placed the bottle upside down in between Liz’s breasts and squeezed, pouring loads down her top. She then took the bottle and directed the chocolate syrup up and down Liz’s arms, turning them gooey and brown. She then took the bottle and placed the nozzle into Liz’s arm pit. She then sprayed as Liz screamed. She then did the same to her other arm pit. Finally, she lifted Liz’s skirt. She placed the bottle up her skirt, in a very awkward position and sprayed her with it. Lix’s skirt and underwear dripped in chocolate brown.

Natasha then took the bottle of thousand island salad dressing. It was orange and thick with little greenish bits in it. Natasha wiggled the bottle in her hand for the audience. She then turned it over and started dumping the salad dressing directly onto Liz’s awaiting face. Liz bit her top lip with her bottom teeth as the orange salad dressing began to pour onto her face. The dressing was soft, silky and smooth. It glopped down onto her face. It covered her fringe and the top have of her head. In a second her whole face was covered. When the flow stopped only her eyes and mouth were not orange with the dressing. The rest of the salad dressing, Natasha poured onto Liz’s legs. She gleefully emptied the rest onto liz’s knees and then all over her thighs. Liz moaned as she felt the dressing on her bare skin. She was now a mess with orange and brown against her sexy smooth, sweat drenched tanned skin.

Natasha and Jenny then took a bucket of gunge each one yellow and one purple. It was very thick gunge. It was not like slime or see through in any sort of way. It was the consistency of custard. Natasha took the bucket of purple gunge and began to pour it over her defenceless band mate. She raised the bucket and playfully tipped it over, moving it back and forth, spreading the purple muck generously all over Liz’s prone body. Liz remembered thinking that the gunge felt like some sort of bodily fluid dripping all over her body. The purple gunge piled over the mess that already covered Liz. Jenny then took her bucket of yellow gunge and tipped it over Liz’s head. Streaks of it ran down her hair and down her face. She closed one eye as half of her face was completely covered in the yellow gunge. The gunge poured down her nose and face. Her neck and back were covered next. It was poured down her arms and down her back. She could feel the gunge falling down her back and the back of her shirt. The gunge pooled at the small of Liz’s back and then down the back of her skirt and all over her ass. She could feel gunge in her clothes, in her boots, up her skirt. She could feel gunge collecting between her thighs and under her backside. She was now completely soaked in mess from head to toe.

Natasha then spoke up,” As you all may know, Liz is quite the cook. She even had her own special dish that they sold at a famous Pizza Chain. It is this lovely tuscani pasta. We just thought that we would serve some of it up to Liz.” “Oh no, please don’t,” Liz said. Natasha displayed the bowl filled with the dish that Liz had designed herself. Jenny and Natasha took a big bowl of it together and mocked Liz with it. They told her how yummy it was, and so nutritious. They held the bowl in front of her face as she begged them off. They then took the bowl, together and thrust it into Liz’s face. They rubbed her face into her own pasta dish. They twisted her nose in it with a fury. They then threw the bowl down, leaving Liz covered with the pasta for the dish.

Next, Jenny and Natasha each grabbed two garbage bags each. Each bag contained piles of discarded food waste and other assorted garbage. It was mouldy and stunk to high heaven. “It smells as bad ass you,” Jenny joked. They ran over to Liz ripped the trash bags open, emptying the contents over Liz. The garbage fell out, landing all over Liz. Banana peels, bits of discarded food, rotten vegetables, bits of every day household rubbish plastered in real filth fell onto her. It stuck all over her. Her band mates feverishly tore the bags open and emptied them onto her. Garbage water fell onto her. She was sure that the garbage had worms and even maggots crawling through it. Flies had been circling the bags as well. Bits of garbage stuck to her face. If she didn’t stink before, she certainly did now. She was covered in the stinky garbage.

As the final crowning glory for Liz, her band mates now grabbed and enormous bucket of manure. They held it up together and shouted, ”Manure” to the crowd. Liz just cringed. Jenny and Natasha stood behind Liz. “Liz McClarnon, meet manure,” they shouted. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as the thick, chunky manure began to flow from the bucket. It oozed in a large chunk downwards through the air and landed on her head. She knew how much her fellow members of Atomic Kitten were loving pouring manure over her. The manure covered Liz’s face and covered her neck and shoulders. Gravity took manure down her breasts and top. It fell down her body, onto her skirt and down onto her legs. The thick brown muck covered her in foul smelling brown mess. Finally they poured the last of it down the back of her neck. They each took one last handful and rubbed it into Liz’s face. Her band mates celebrated and the entire audience cheered and laughed at Liz as she sat, strapped to her chair plastered in muck.

“That was the best night ever,” Jenny said,” She really deserved it. It was so much fun, at Liz’s expense of course.” “How sad,” Natasha said and then started laughing. The presenter unstrapped Liz’s wrists and ankles. She took both hands and cleared loads of manure and garbage from her face. She then tried to dig some mess from her skirt and tank top. She tried to throw a handful of muck and Natasha and Jenny, but they were too quick. They ran off screaming. “So, Liz, how’s it going?,” the presenter said. She gave a pissed off look and shook her head. “How’s it going? Look at me! I am covered in manure, garbage and god knows what else. I don’t know where to begin. Those two cows. They forget they have to travel with me 250 days a year. Wait till we get back on that bus.” The presenter said goodbye to end the show. Liz gave a fake smile and waived as the show ended.