Sunday, 26 July 2015

Kylie Minogue slopping around

Kylie Minogue slopping around

Kylie Minogue was in the middle of her Spinning Around phase. It was a time of career revival, due partially to her sexy new image. She cavorted in the video for the song displaying more skin than anyone ever imagined that she would. The strategy definitely worked because the song went to number one and Kylie was bigger than she had been since the late 80’s. The gold lame hot pants that she wore in the video became legendary. The video heavily featured close ups of her pert behind and legs. What made it even sexier, in a way, was that, at this point in her career, she was just a little bit more mature and knowing in the whole thing. At this point, there was some calculation behind the whole thing. Exploiting her sex appeal was a business decision and it paid off for her handsomely.

She was doing everything she could promotion wise, so appearing on a TV chat show seemed a natural fit. The show was one that was aimed at adolescents, however. The humour on it was quite sophomoric. She was scheduled to do a “special performance” of the song. She would be dressed the same as was in the video, featuring those infamous hot pants that, by this time, had become legendary. She would be doing what she had done in the video, dancing and writhing around in her hot pants while singing. There would be one difference, however, she would be greeted with a barrage of messiness at a certain point in her performance. It would be unclear whether she knew that this was coming or not. 

Kylie was introduced and began to perform her single. She danced and wiggled. The camera getting lots of good shot of her backside and legs in the process.  She gyrated and shook, slapping her own rear end a few times in the process. Truth be told, it was just a little bit embarrassing because she was not a teenager any more. She was a mature adult woman. She had no qualms about doing this however. 

She continued dancing and shaking. She then got up on a table on the set and stretched her legs out in front of her, bending her knees, as she had done in the video. When she did this, out of nowhere, a barrage of sloppy brown gunge exploded downward from the ceiling onto her. It poured down, hitting her right on the knees, pouring with force. It splashed all over her legs, covering them in a splattering of gunge. The gunge slithered and dripped its way over the cracks and crevices of her toned legs. The gunge poured between her legs and all over her famous hot pants. It continued to pour over her top, dousing her breasts and then spraying upwards into her face. She screamed and franticly waived her hands about as her face and hair were splattered in gunge. Laughter filled the studio. Kylie squirmed as she sat there being inundated with an ocean of brown gunge. 

When it finally stopped, she fell over onto her back. She tried to sit up and turn around, but as she did, orange gunge began to pour onto her. It hit her backside square on and then poured down the backs of her legs and then onto her back. Hilariously, the background track continued playing. As a result, the gunge seemed to be pouring in line with the music. This made it even funnier to those watching. Kylie was heard to be saying,” What the fuck?”, under her breath but it could not be heard behind the music and the sound of the splashing gunge. Kylie’s clothes and hair were, by this time, soaked in gunge. Luckily the gold lame material could be easily cleaned. She fell down onto her stomach, comically struggling and fumbling in the gunge. She tried to continue singing and dancing as best she could because the backing track kept playing.

She turned over onto her back and tried to do the part of the routine where she looked up at the ceiling and tried to look sexy. As she did this, blue gunge poured down onto her. It poured back and forth over her body from head to toe, splashing everywhere. She closed her eyes as her face was covered. She then sat up again, bending her knees. She wiped the gunge from her face with both hands. She attempted to clear her eyes.

As she was doing this, red gunge exploded from below her between her legs. Kylie let out a muffled gasp as the gunge exploded all over her legs and up into her behind and crotch. When she opened her legs, the gunge shot upwards into her face. The sexuality of gunge could not be denied at this moment. The events that were occurring at this moment clearly had a parallel to sexual acts being performed. A turret of gunge continued to explode into Kylie’s face that was emanating between her legs. She attempted to bend her knees inwards, but when she did that, the gunge built in pressure and exploded straight into her crotch and ass.

Famously, Kylie was a very small woman, so the gunge was able to cover her many times over. At this point, gunge began to fire at her from all directions. It was mainly coming from above and below. She put her hands on her face to try to divert some of the gunge, but there was way too much for this to be effective. As soon as she pushed one layer upwards, another layer would instantly replace it. She was covered from head to toe. Her skimpy get up did little to shield her either. She could feel the gunge inside of her clothing against her most intimate regions.

Eventually the gunge halted and Kylie stood up. She frowned into the camera as she pushed gunge from her face and body. They did not get her to comment. The host just said,” Kylie Minogue, everybody.”

After the show, unbeknownst to the singer, footage of her cleaning herself was recorded. Just off stage there was a small shower head. Kylie was told that she would have to clean up before going to get changed. She was forced to clean the gunge from her body, using only the small stream of warm water and her hands. She was forced to scrub her body, allowing the warm water to wash the gunge down her sexy body.

Thursday, 16 July 2015

Natalie Anderson broadcasted

Natalie Anderson broadcasted

Natalie Anderson acted on Emmerdale for many years. She looked, on the surface like a dark haired, tanned chav. She looked like she could be absolutely filthy in the correct situation. She had a penchant for wearing short, tight fitting skirts as well. She was absolutely luscious. She oozed sexuality from every pore of her sexy body.

She was offered the chance to appear on one of the panel shows that appeared on the network that her show appeared on. It was a comedic and slightly adult version of one of the shows that aired after 21:00 PM. She wore a tight fitting skirt and top combination with loud patterns and colours. She knew that the show was humorous and that, at times, there were messy elements to it, but it was hit and miss on that sort of thing.

Throughout the show, different games were played. Natalie was on a team with other minor television celebrities, similar to herself, from soaps and other things. It was all very enjoyable and witty. About halfway through the show, a game was introduced that Natalie was chosen to take part in. She stood up nervously and made her way over to the area of the stage where the game was going to take place.
Natalie was placed in a cubicle. The game was that she would be answering a series of questions. It would be multiple choice. The answer that she gave would determine which of a series of balloons would be placed above her and popped. If she got the answer correct, the balloon would be empty, if she guessed incorrectly, the balloon would be filled with mess that come plummeting down onto her from above. She laughed as the rules of the game were explained. Her mouth fell open in a shocked expression. She took a deep breath and got ready to answer the questions. 

She was asked the first question. She was not entirely sure of the answer, so had to make an educated guess. The corresponding balloon was chosen and was placed above her head. She looked very nervous. She held her hands in front of her nose. She closed her eyes tightly and braced herself. There was a countdown from three. Everyone counted,” Three…two…one” the balloon was popped. It exploded but all that was in it was air. Natalie clapped with a relieved look on her face. Everyone applauded. She had managed to get the first question correct. Unfortunately for her, there were more questions to come.

No time was wasted before it was time to ask the second question. Again, Natalie was not sure of the answer. She guessed her answer. The corresponding balloon was a large red one. It was placed in position above her. She put her hands on her knees and closed her eyes. Again, there was a countdown. “Three…two…one.” The balloon was popped. This time, when it was popped, a mountain of pink gunge exploded from it splattered directly onto Natalie’s head. She screamed as she was instantly covered in thick pink gunge. The top of her head was totally covered as was most of her face. It dripped down her face and down her neck. It covered her breasts as well. It was thick and sloppy. She laughed and rolled her eyes, looking up. She was instantly completely gunged. The gunge dripped down her legs as well. She ran her hands over her face and hair, pushing some of the gunge off. 

The next question was asked was asked. Natalie did not know the answer. She admitted that she would have to guess the answer. The corresponding balloon was selected and placed about her head. “ I know I’m wrong. I know I am wrong,” she said anxiously. She gritted her teeth and shut her eyes tightly. She grimaced as the balloon was popped. The balloon exploded and a mass of thick green gunge fell downwards, along with the remains of the balloons. The mess oozed down Natalie’s face. The green mess slopped its way across her head and face and down her chest and top. She wiggled her mouth around as gunge continued to pour.

After the first two balloons dispersed of their gunge, a steady barrage of balloons began to be popped one after another, after another. The next one contained thick brown gravy. The audience let out a sigh of revulsion as they watched Natalie get covered in gravy. It poured down the curves and contours of her face. It hung from her gaudy chav like earrings. Her face now bathed in gravy. Natalie was overwhelmed with messy embarrassment. She shook her head and licked her lips.

The next balloon brought a pile of baked beans onto Natalie’s head. The balloon popped, bringing the baked beans to fall onto her head and down her face. The beans were a disgusting pile of mess. A pile of them collected on the top of her head. They poured down over her face and all over her ample chest. She grimaced as the beans poured down onto her body. They dripped everywhere. They were all over her loud clothing and all over her legs. Everyone was treated to a great view of one of the more attractive women on television covered in baked beans. She could feel them all over her luscious body. The beans were everywhere. She again ran her hands through her raven black hair, pushing back the baked beans. 

At this point, everything began to break down. The person popping the balloons stopped worrying about the questions and began popping the remaining balloons over Natalie, one after another, after another. Mess after mess poured down onto Natalie. Rotten eggs, pink gunge, bowtie pasta and macaroni and cheese dumped onto Natalie. She screamed and kicked her legs as the barrage of messes emptied onto her one after another. By this point, she was covered from head to toe in sloppy mess. Everyone was laughing and clapping.

When it was finally over, she looked into the camera and gave a funny look. She stuck her tongue out and shook her head comically. The show then went to commercial. When the show returned, a dishevelled Natalie had to finish the show in the state that she was in. She had only the aid of a small towel to assist her to clean herself. Throughout, shots of her wiping mess from her body were shown.

Sunday, 5 July 2015

Jennifer Anniston and Ellen, Let them eat cake

Taylor Swift wrong rival

Taylor Swift the wrong rival

There was a big Hollywood feud that was going on between Katy Perry and Taylor Swift. For some reason, the two just did not get along with one another. It was something that grew and was blown out of proportion. The exact reasons for the whole thing was pretty unclear. The reason that it all started may have been long forgotten, but the bad blood raged on. Even at awards shows, great care had to be taken that the two were not seated anywhere near one another. To be honest, the whole thing was a little bit ridiculous, but both women were pig headed and slightly immature, so neither was going to be the first to extend the olive branch to the other. They even went so far as to record songs about the differences that they had.

The feud that the two women had lent itself perfectly to a challenge scenario. The two singers happened to have songs that were going to be released at the same time. As a result, there was a bit of back and forth online and in the press about whose song would end up doing better in the charts upon debut. The two argued back and forth for days, bragging that their song was superior and would definitely do better in the chart than their rival’s song would do. The sparring went back and forth and got increasingly heated.

Somehow, things got so heated that someone suggested that a wager be made on the results of the chart that week. Both women were reluctant, but were spurred on by fans as well as their own egos. It was suggested that both women were going to appear on the same chat show that week and that consequences should be put on the wager. Eventually, someone suggested that the winner should get ultimate revenge over the loser and should get to mess the loser. The two women had very mixed emotions about this suggestion, at first. The thought of getting to publicly trash and humiliate someone that they genuinely could not stand was something that both would enjoy immensely, but, of course, there was also the chance that either might lose, and that is not something that either one wanted to happen. The thought of not only getting messed on national television, but having someone that they despised doing it too them was a mortifying thought, to say the least. They were both very reluctant to agree, but in the end, the thought of publicly humiliating their rival was just too good to miss. Both agreed to take part. Taylor believed that her music was doing incredibly well lately and that Katy was a bit of a thing of the past, so was very sure that she would win. She thought that she had nothing to worry about. Katy’s blind dislike of Taylor is what drove her to agree to take part in this.

The day that the whole thing took place was a Sunday. Both tried to snoop at the midweek chart updates, but they were fluctuating a lot. It was too close to call. Sunday arrived and things were deadlocked. The two women had to endure being in the same studio as one another and on the same stage. All they did was glare at one another with disdain. They did not speak and the rivalry was not discussed. They just stood on opposite sides of the stage while the results were announced. As the chart went on, neither one of their songs appeared. It got to the top ten and neither’s song still came up. It went all the way up to number three. It was obvious now that their songs were at number one and two in the chart respectively. It would all come down to the final reveal at the end of the chart show. 

The studio suddenly became very quiet. The tension was building to a fever pitch. Everyone in the room was extremely nervous and no one except the presenter knew what was number one. The two women looked incredibly tense. They bit their fingernails in anticipation. They both looked very uncomfortable. Their legs were literally shaking. They were sweating it out waiting to hear what the results would be. The radio host then began. “All week Katy Perry and Taylor Swift have been battling out for the number one spot in the chart. This time, however, a lot more was on the line than just bragging rights. They both did very well and it was very close. It was back and forth all week long, but I can now reveal our new number one,” they said, explaining everything. “ I can now reveal that the number one single in the country belongs to..,” they paused for effect. Both women bricking it now. It all came down to this. “Katy Perry. Taylor Swift is at number two.” Katy exploded, jumping up and down in joy. She pumped her fist. Taylor buried her face in her hands. She looked very embarrassed. Her face was now bright red. She felt very hot. She was silently led to a chair in the centre of the studio.

“Well done to both Taylor and Katy. You both had massive hits this week.” Katy rubbed her hands together. “Oh yeah,” she said,” It’s time to mess this bitch up.” Taylor sat in the chair and shook her head. She crossed her arms across her chest. She closed her eyes tightly. Katy Perry was handed a large bucket. She smiled and gave an evil laugh. “Oh dear,” she said sarcastically.  She then began to sing some of the lyrics of Taylor’s biggest hit with new words in order to mock her. She said,” Hey, hey, hey. While you were getting down and out about all the liars and dirty, dirty cheats, you could have been pouring mess OVER…TAYLOR..SWIFT’S…HEAD.” She then tipped the bucket over Taylor’s head. 

The bucket was filled with quorn mince chilli. It was filled with imitation ground meat, kidney beans and tomatoes, all in a sloppy tomato sauce. Taylor squealed as the sloppy chilli dumped from above her, all over her head. It poured down onto her hair and down her fringe. It poured down her shoulders and down the sides of her face. She lowered her head as the chilli slithered its way down her face and then down her body. She shivered as she felt the cold touch of the sloppy mess going down her arms and legs and all over her body. She realised now that a beige short combination was not the wisest of choices of attire on this occasion. She felt the chilli dumping between her legs. It covered her shorts and poured down her back. The greasy, sloppy stains that it left along its path would never be able to be removed from her expensive linen outfit. As Katy dumped the mess over her rival, she continued singing, mocking her rival. She sang,” Cause I’m going to pour mess, mess, mess, mess, mess all over Taylor Swift, Swift, Swift, Swift, Swift. I’m going to mess her up. Mess her up,” she sang. Taylor just closed her ears and eyes as chilli poured over her face.

When the bucket was empty, Katy was given a bucket filled with split pea soup. It was a deep army green colour. “The soup is on you,” she said in an accent, mocking Taylor. She then slowly tipped the disgusting mess onto Taylor Swift. Taylor filled her mouth with air, puffing her cheeks out as she was greeted by a face full of pea soup. It splashed down on her from above. Katy took great pleasure in dispersing the soup all over Taylor. As she did, she continued singing about the soup being on Taylor Swift. Soon thick green mess covered the top of Taylor’s head and dripped down her fringe and down her nose and cheeks. Little square orange bits of carrot dangled from her nose and chin. The mess coated her shoulders and clothing. 

Next to come for Taylor was tuna fish. Katy was given an oversized tin of tuna fish. She looked at it and gave a funny look. She then stuck her hand in and took out handfuls of the revolting slop. She plopped some across Taylor’s chest and then smeared some all over her face and into her hair. She pushed some into her cleavage and down the back of her shorts, filling the crevices therein slightly with tuna fish. She continued to sing and mock the slim singer as she covered her in tuna fish. Taylor grimaced. She stuck her tongue out, looking disgusting. She mouthed words to the effect that it smelled disgusting. Katy laughed to herself, all too happy to bestow the mess upon her former friend. All Taylor could think about was how embarrassing the whole thing was and how much she disliked Katy at this point. The feeling of embarrassment was all encompassing at this point.

Next, Katy was going to treat Taylor to some coleslaw. She began to sing again. “Taylor’s gonna get cole, cole, slaw, slaw, slaw. Going to pour it on her head, head, head, head , head.” Katy was not holding back. She took a massive container of expired coleslaw, she quickly turned it over and thrust it downwards as hard as she could down onto Taylor’s head. She pushed it down so hard that it distorted the shape of the container. She pushed it down onto her head, so half of her head was in the actual container. Sloppy white coleslaw covered the top three quarters of Taylor’s head and dumped down her neck and shoulders before the residual bits plummeted all over her body. The vision of Taylor Swift’s famous face ensconced in rancid coleslaw was one that would live in the memory of many for years to come. It was a hilarious sight. In fact, it was an image that Katy would immortalize by putting twenty foot high copies of it on stage behind her as part of her stage set. “I might just have a new cover image for my next number one single”, she teased. Social media was going to love it as well.

Katy could not resist the opportunity to take as many selfies as she could at this particular moment. She then finished her rival off with a large container of potato salad. This time she placed it in front of Taylor and thrust it upwards into her face. She pushed it in as hard as she could and then pulled it upwards, making sure that the majority of it stuck to Taylor’s face and hair, all the way to the top of her head. She then tossed the container down onto Taylor. She made an L sign with her hand and then sauntered off leaving a messy and defeated Taylor Swift behind. She was totally speechless.

Needless to say, the events of this fateful night did nothing to ease the tensions between the two women. The rivalry only got more heated. Katy definitely had something to use over Taylor from this point onwards.