There had been a lot of crazy times on Big Brother’s Little Brother over the years. Emma Willis had always been a huge fan of Big Brother, so when she found out that she had gotten the job co hosting Big Brother’s Little Brother she was over the moon. She knew there could be some crazy times ahead. Rachael White, of course was the first person to be voted off of Big Brother. She felt as though she was hated, especially by other women. Rachel wanted to make the most of her short lived fame so she appeared on BBLB as much as she possibly could.
The crew and everyone else involved in BBLB one week decided that there should be a week long vote. It would be Emma Willis vs. Rachael White. The loser would end up getting messy on national television. Neither of the two wanted to get messy at all, but both agreed to it because of their desire to be on television and to get publicity at any cost. One of them was going to be getting embarrassed on a grand scale.
Rachael thought that there was no way that she could avoid the mess. She felt that people really hated her and would want to see her get messy. She knew people thought of her as conceited and vein. She thought that she was gorgeous and that people would be jealous and want to see her get nailed. Emma sort of believed that Rachael would be the one getting messy, because she was voted off of Big Brother. The public did not seem to like her. Plus, Emma saw herself as just a presenter and not a star or someone that the audience would really think about too much.
The audience was given the whole week to vote. The gunging to come on Friday’s show. Rachael and Emma tried all week to see if they could get an inkling to how the vote was going . Everyone made sure to not give anything away. Everyone on set pretty much were all hoping that it would be Emma getting the mess. No one knew for sure what was going to happen.
Friday’s show finally started. At the beginning of the show, as a teaser, Emma and Rachael were shown sitting on the couch. The voice over said,” Coming up on BBLB, Emma vs. Rachel a gunge vote. Someone will be getting messy on our show today. Who will it be? You decide.” Emma and Rachael both begged the audience not to vote for them.
Emma wore a pair of tight fitting blue jeans and a brown blouse with beige speckles. Rachael wore a short silver dress. In the middle of the show the presenter sat down on the couch and spoke to Rachael and Emma. “So, Emma, how are you feeling?,” he asked. “Terrified,” she replied with a nervous laugh,” I am very nervous. There may be a great deal of sloppy mess in my very near future. I do not want this to happen.” “Rachael, what are your thoughts,” he asked. “I don’t think Emma has anything to worry about. The public hate me. They will definitely be voting for me. Everyone thinks I am a self absorbed selfish bitch. I think it will definitely be me on the receiving end today,” she replied. “You don’t know that,” he replied,” You might be surprised. No one knows the results yet.” ”My voluptuous body, covered in gunge? Who could resist that?,” she said. “Well, one thing is for sure, someone will be getting messy. There is still time to vote. You at home will make the choice. It will all be revealed at the end of the show.”
The show went on as usual, apart from the tension in the room. Rachael had tried to prepare herself mentally. She attempted to focus her mind on something else. Hopefully she would get a modelling contract and maybe make lots of money at the end of all of this. She was convinced it would be her. As for Emma, Rachael almost had her convinced as well. She did not think that she would be the one getting the mess, but it could happen.
At the end of the show, the presenter returned to the couch. Rachael and Emma sat on opposite sides. 2so, here we go,” he said,” The moment we have all been waiting for. Our results. Emma Willis vs. Rachael White. Someone’s going to get it, but who will it be?” Emma grimaced closing her eyes, her hands in a praying motion. Rachael biting her nails. “I have the duty to report that it was a landslide victory,” he said. “See, Rachael,” said,” It’s me.” “With nearly 80% of the votes. Our winner, the recipient of all of the mess is…. Emma Willis.” Emma’s mouth fell open. She squealed and buried her face in her hands. Turning red in embarrassment. “Noooo,” she screamed. The camera close up on her face. Rachael was truly shocked. Her mouth fell open and she looked around. “My God, really? I can’t believe it. This is brilliant. I actually won, somehow. Sorry Emma.” “Thanks a lot,” Emma replied.
“So Emma, 80% of the vote, ”he said. “I know, why? Why me?” “I guess a lot of people just think that you would look better covered in mess than Rachael would.” “Evidently, yes. Is this really going to happen?,” Emma joked. “Oh yeah, it is definitely going to happen and we are going to love it.”
With that a bathtub was rolled out to the centre of the stage. Emma pointed and laughed. “I suppose I have to get in there now, do I?,” she said. Emma walked over to the bath tub. She placed her hand on the tub and put one leg in. She turned her back to the camera, bending over as she raised her other leg. She then lowered herself into the tub. She bent her knees, sitting up in the bathtub. Emma positioned herself as the mess was prepared for her. “Make yourself comfortable,” the presenter said. “Thanks a lot,” Emma replied,” I am as comfortable as I can be, knowing what is coming.” Emma stretched her legs in the bath tub and bent her knees. She looked incredibly anxious, looking in all directions. She really had no idea what they had in store for her, they had kept the secret quite well all week. “Emma, do you have anything to say to the viewers at home,” the presenter asked. “Thanks to everyone at home for voting. I will choose to take this as a compliment. Why people voted for me I will never know.”
“Ok, then, it is time for Emma Willis to get messy. We are going to be filling that tub. We think Emma deserves a nice long bath. Unfortunately it will not be water that she will be getting covered in.” Emma put her hand above her head and moved it around as if she was defending herself. She scrunched up her body as well. She was blushing and sweating. Her co presenter disappeared back stage for a second and returned with an enormous creamy pie. Emma waived him off, begging no, no. She tried to put her hands in front of her face. “No cheating,” he said,” Arms at your side, or it will be worse for you. We can do it the easy way or the hard way.” She shrugged her shoulders in awkward acceptance. She laughed and begged still, asking him please not to pie her. “What was that?,” he teased. “Please don’t pie me,” she said in a loud clear voice. The crew cheered. She put her hands at her side, ”How rude,” she commented. He came forward with the pie. Emma continued to blush, giggle and beg him off. He took one hand and placed it behind her head. He then pushed the pie with some force into Emma’s face with a thud, sending some pie flying. She moaned as it hit her. He held it in place and pushed it deep into Emma’s face, relishing every second of pieing his colleague. He rubbed it in her face. He finally let go, letting the tin fall into her lap. Her mouth fell wide open in shock. It stayed that way for several seconds, her eyes wide. Her face 90 percent plastered in creamy pie. She took her hands and pulled a large blob of the pie from her fringe. She then swung her arms, trying to toss some of the pie away. It was very thick though and did not go every far. “I’m pied!,” Emma said. Her messy hands in front of her, laughing. She wiped her hands on her jeans. Emma looked amazing, a blob of cream sticking to the tip of her nose.
Rachael then came forward, “Sorry, about this,” she said. “Sorry!,” Emma said,” This could have been you. I am the one covered in pie. Rachael carried with her a bucket containing peach slices in custard. Rachael did not say much. She looked at Emma as if to say,” Better you than me.” Rachael had never been so pleasantly surprised and relieved in her life and now she was going to enjoy it, even if it was at Emma’s expense. Rachael stood behind Emma, holding up the bucket. Emma tried looking behind her, but she could not move around that much in the bath tub. Rachael raised the bucket and began to pour. The peach juice fell onto Emma first. Emma scrunched her face and shoulders as the spoiled peach juice showered down onto her, washing over her hair and soaking her blouse and falling onto her jeans. The peaches and custard then began to fall over her in a waive of goo. She closed her eyes as it poured down across her face. Lots of it slid down her body and onto her legs and lap, all over her jeans and down into the bottom of the tub. She held her hands out as peach slices fell onto her. The largest amount of custard came last, as it had settled at the bottom of the bucket. It made it’s way out of the bucket, it had conformed to the shape of the bucket itself. Rachael hit the bottom of the bucket and the last bit fell out. It land on top of Emma’s head. It then stared to collapse and ooze downward, completely engulfing the whole of Emma’s head down to her lips. She licked her lips. Her Face totally covered in a congealed glob of custard and peaches. Emma pushed out her shirt, letting more of the mess fall down her. She could now feel the tub starting to fill a bit with mess, below her ass. Of course the crew was now howling with laugher. Rachael put her finger to her lips, posed and gave an innocent look. “You bitch,” Emma joked,” How could you do this to me?” “Easily,” Rachael joked back.
Emma’s co presenter then came out again. He returned with an enormous casserole dish filled with shepherd’s pie. It had lamb mince with onion and peas and carrots in gravy, topped with cheese and mashed potato. Emma peered around the corner,” Oh god,” she said when she saw what he had. The thought of him pouring shepherd’s pie on her was just so revolting and embarrassing that it sent a chill up her spine. Emma looked forward and bent her knees again, almost hugging her legs. She gritted her teeth. He tipped the bucket and let the cold, gross, sloppy mess down onto her head. In a moment bits of carrot, lamb and peas rolled down Emma Willis’ face. She made audible moaning noises as the gravy covered food poured down her face. She gritted her teeth as the meaty brown mess rolling down her face. More poured onto her calves and thighs and down onto the rest of Emma’s body. Then a large proportion of the cheesy mashed potato fell from the casserole onto and between Emma’s legs, all over her jeans, onto her crotch and all over her blouse. He poured more onto her neck and head. She took her hands and moved some of the mess off of herself and into the tub. She stretched her legs out, allowing the mashed potato to fall between them into the bottom of the tub. She wiped some from her brow and cleared some mince from her face. “This is so gross,” she said,” Shepherd’s pie. I really never would have suspected this, I have to say.”
Rachael returned again, this time with a big bucket of baked beans. The tub was starting to fill up now. The contents were now over Emma’s legs if she stretched them out, almost above her waist. She moved her legs in and out, almost splashing in the slop. Rachael took the bucket of baked beans and held them in front of Emma’s face. Emma’s eyes widened. Rachael then thrust the bucket into Emma’s face, almost submerging her face in the baked beans. Emma screamed and shook her head as her face was dipped in the beans. Rachel then pulled the bucket forward, pouring more onto Emma’s head. Baked beans falling and streaming down Emma Willis’s face. Beans stuck to her beautiful bob haircut, they fell down her neck and blouse. Rachael then lifted the buckets and moved it back and forth over Emma’s body, covering her from head to toe in baked beans and filling up the tub even more. Emma was now armpit deep in the mess. As disgusting as the mess was when it fell, it was doubly as disgusting as it mixed together in the bathtub, on and around Emma’s body. Emma tried to flick some of the beans from her nose onto Rachael, but it did not really work for her.
Next Rachael and the other presenter emerged with trays of lasagne. They were small trays, but there were loads of them. Rachael took one and squashed it in Emma’s face as the presenter took another and plopped it on top of Emma’s head. Her head spun because she did not know where it was coming from next. She spit out a mouthful of pasta strip as the lasagne stuck to her hair and face. Cheese, sauce, pasta and beef were everywhere. The two of them then ran back and forth, grabbing trays of lasagne bring them over to Emma and emptying them onto her. They emptied more onto her legs and midsection. One whole lasagne went down her neck and into her blouse. The lasagne was not the best quality and did not smell very good to say the least. Before Emma could blink, half the tub was filled with lasagne. She was not smiling as she picked pasta and beef from her hair and nose. She was now neck deep in slop. Her chin was just on the surface of the slop that now filled the tub.
Four of the ex house mates from Big Brother were then welcomed out. Nathan, Shabby, Ife and Jovan all came out. They held containers of ketchup, mayo, mustard and tomato relish. They all came forward together. In unison, they all started to pour their condiments over Emma and the whole bathtub. They went back and forth over the whole tub. Emma shook her head and begged as the yellow, red and white lines of mess quickly covered her in criss crosses of goo. They all smiled and waived as they walked off, putting the finishing touches on Emma. Only her face stuck out from the tub. Yellow, white and red, dripping from her face and hair. “I think you needed that,” the presenter said,” You have needed a good bath for a long time. You were getting a bit dirty, I think.” “I am dirty now!,” she responded. “This is surreal. I can’t believe that this is happening to me. I am a mess. I hope you are all satisfied. I took a messy bath for sure.”
“Emma Willis, everyone,” he said. “ Oh yeah, one last surprise. Since it is such a lovely day, we thought that we would take you for a little ride” “What do you mean,” she said in shock. “Well, the tub is on wheels, so we are going to go outside for awhile.” “Please, don’t do this to me. There will be people out there.” she tried to stand up but slipped and fell on her backside. Rachael and the other contestants came out and started to pull the bathtub off the set and out the back of the studio. Emma pleaded with them. They wheeled her through the back parking lot and out the gates of the studio to the street. “Oh my god,” Emma exclaimed. Lines full of people as well as random passers by started by her, looking and laughing. The Big Brother contestants then walked away, leaving her there. ”Bye, Emma,” they said. She was stunned. Before she knew it, they were gone and she was left alone on the sidewalk in a bathtub covered in mess. Members of the public snapped photos of her. Eventually, a young man was nice enough to give her a hand to get to her feet. She had to trudge back to the studio, dripping mess as she went. When she got to the door everyone was there waiting for her clapping. “You are assholes,” she said angrily.
