Emma Edmondson: Mel Morton’s plan backfires
To say that Mel Morton and her mother did not get along would be an understatement. Mel and the rest of her family had been badly let down by her mother her whole life. She was a selfish, greedy, nasty woman. Mel resented her mother. She knew that she was a very manipulative person who was always after something. She had put Mel through terrible things throughout her childhood right up to the present day. Mel hated her mother for what she had done. She did not like the fact that her father was now allowing her mother to live in the house again. She could not stand being around her and living under the same roof was driving her nuts. This was not an irrational feeling that Mel had towards her mother, by any means. Her feelings were more than justified.
Mel never thought that there would be a way to get her own back, but one day, she finally found what she saw as a good chance to teach her mother a lesson. Mel was looking through the local paper one morning, when she saw an interesting ad. The ad said that there was going to be a game show that was being filmed in the area. It was a kind of get your own back type show that would pit family members against each other. They were looking for contestants. There was a phone number at the bottom of the advert. Of course, what sprung to Mel’s mind instantly was that this would be a great way to get back at her mother. The advert read,” Have you ever wanted to get back at a family member? This could be your chance to get revenge. Someone will get covered in mess. Have you ever wanted to gunge a family member? Someone will win big prizes, someone else will leave messy” Mel laughed to herself at the prospect of getting her mother covered in mess. She wanted to humiliate her the way that she had humiliated Mel so many times in the past. Her mother had always gotten the better of her and managed to embarrass her every chance she got. She seemed to enjoy it. Why her mother loved to embarrass her she had no idea. This would be her chance to finally come out on top. She wanted to humiliate her mother in front of everyone. She knew that it was a game and that there was a chance that she could come out on the losing end of things. There was a risk that she could be the one who would be getting the mess. To be honest, Mel figured that she was in much better shape than her mother was, so she could beat her at any physical game. She also thought that she was much smarter than her mother was, so she would be able to beat her at any kind of quiz or anything along those lines. She called the number in the paper. She explained who she was and that she wanted to come on the show. The person from the show said that they would be perfect. They made all the arrangements. She was told the date and time of the show. She was then warned, “We have to warn you, there is no guarantee that you will be the one who wins. There is always the chance that you will be the loser on the day.” “Don’t worry, I am aware,” she said,” But I will win, don’t worry about that.” Mel approached her mother with the angle that there was the opportunity to win big prizes on this show. Her mother agreed to go n it, without that much convincing. Mel thought that she had the prefect plan. Unfortunately, the potential for the whole thing to backfire was always there as well. The thought that she could lose did pop into her mind a few times. When she thought about the total humiliation that she would suffer again, it made her blood run cold. She had to take that chance though. She wanted to get the better of her mother this time and teach her a lesson once and for all.
The day finally arrived when the show was going to be taped. Mel and her mother journeyed to the location together. All Mel could think about on the walk there was how wonderful it was going to be to finally get her mother back. She pictured herself dumping messy slop all over her mother. She could hardly wait to get to do it. She smiled to herself. She had not really mentioned to her mother the potential for messiness. She would just have to find this out when the time came. Mel wore a light blue tank top and jeans. Her clothes fit as tight as usual. Mel smiled to herself as her mother rambled on and on about how she was looking forward to this and that she knew that she was going to win a huge prize. Mel thought to herself that she could just keep on talking because she was going to be the one who ended up covered in disgusting mess. When Mel and her mother, Teresa, arrived at the studio they were given seats in the audience on one of the aisles. They were instructed that when the time came they would be chosen and would come up on stage. They agreed. Over the next few minutes the rest of the audience was ushered in. All of the seats were filled. Eventually, all went quiet and the show started. The presenter came out and announced the beginning of the show. It was the first episode being taped. There were other pairs of family members in the audience who would be appearing on the show later on.
“Ok, everyone,” the presenter said,” Let’s get started. As everyone may or not know, the show is very simple. We have family members or friends competing against one another. One will win a huge prize, one will face the consequences. It is now time for us to get our first contestants. Let’s go for a walk.” He walked up the stairs in the middle of the audience until he came to the row where Mel and her mother were seated. “ You two, would you like to be on the show? Are you two together?,” he asked. “Yes we are. Yeah we would like to be on the show,” Mel said. “Ok then, come on down,” he said. Mel and Teresa stood up and made their way down onto the stage, following the presenter. They stood side by side. “Now, can you please introduce yourself to everyone,” he said. “I am Mel Morton, I live on Coronation Street and this is my mum.” “Now Mel, I am sure that you have always wanted to get revenge on your mum Haven’t you?,” he asked. “Well, yes I have. She has been very embarrassing in the past and I think it is time that she gets some of her own medicine.” “Well, that may or may not happen today. We have a game to play first. As we all know, you two will compete in the game and the winner is going to get to make the loser pay the consequences. Now Teresa, did Mel here mention what those consequences might be?” “No, she did not,” Teresa said. “Well the winner, is going to get a chance to totally gunge their family member. How does that sound?” Teresa looked at Mel and rolled her eyes. Mel laughed. “Mel, I don’t know why you are laughing, you could just as easily lose,” the presenter said. “Maybe that is true, but I am confident that I can beat her at anything,” Mel said. “Well, we’ll see about that,” Teresa said. Teresa was interestingly quiet so far. She usually had a really big mouth, but today was keeping quiet for some reason. Perhaps, she knew that Mel’s overconfidence would be her undoing in the end. The stakes really did not get any higher than this. Mel had also made sure that she told her whole family and everyone on Coronation Street about the appearance. She wanted to embarrass her mother as much as she possibly could.
The presenter then showed them what the game they were playing was going to be. It was going to be an egg and spoon race. The person to get the egg over the line at the other of the stage would be the winner. It was a simple enough game, but tension and pressure were high because of what was at stake. Each was given an egg and spoon. They were given a moment to steady the egg and to test for themselves. They then got Into position side by side. The presenter said,” Ready, Set, Go.” Right before go was said, Teresa took off. She jumped off to a lead. Mel threw her hand up, “She’s cheating that’s not fair,” she said. By this time Teresa had a big lead. She was told by the presenter to carry on. She realized that they were going to allow this, so she had to try to make up time. Her arguing had cost her time as well. She ran and tried to make up for the distance, but of course when she tried going to fast, the egg fell off of her spoon. She scrambled to place it back on. In the mean time her mother was chugging along building an even greater lead. Mel picked up her egg and got going again. She was now losing her concentration. She dropped the egg again. She quickly picked it up and tried to run again, as she tried to run she heard a buzzer. Her mother had crossed the finish line. Teresa jumped up and down and celebrated. “get in there,” she shouted. Mel stuck her hands out and flared her nostrils in rage. “That wasn’t fair that. She cheated,” Mel exclaimed. “Sorry Mel, but we do not have any instant replay. Judges decisions are final,” the presenter responded. “This is crap,” she said angrily, turning red with rage. “Oh don’t be a sore loser love,” her mother said sarcastically. “Shut up!,” she shouted.
“So, we have our winner and have our loser. It is now time to talk about the prizes and the consequences,” the presenter said. Mel and her mother now stood on either side of him. Mel now realized that her plan had completely backfired on her. She had managed to lose and now her mother was going to get one over on her yet again. “So, Teresa, you have won an all expenses trip to the Bahamas. “ They played a video package describing the holiday. Teresa jumped up and down in excitement. It was better than she had hoped. “On top of that Teresa, as the winner, you are going to get the chance to pour some of the most disgusting mess that we could find all over your lovely daughter here.” She smiled,” Oh yeah,” she exclaimed. Mel glared at her. “Your daughter brought you on here so she could totally humiliate you in public, but it has all blown up in her face. Now it will be Mel paying the consequences. Teresa we will give you one last chance for a sort of bonus prize. You will be given a choice. We will give you an extra £500 spending money to use on your trip. We will also give you one last opportunity to save your daughter. If you accept the £500 then Mel will receive the punishment. On the other hand, you can save your daughter by refusing the money. Think it over carefully.” Mel closed her eyes and prayed that her mother would actually chose her over her own gain for once. The crowd were encouraging her the punish her daughter. “So Teresa what will it be?” “I think she can take it. Gunge her. I want the money,” she said and then started laughing. The crowd laughed and cheered, jeering Mel. Mel looked at her mother, angry and dejected. She flared her nostrils in anger. She literally saw red at this moment. Her mother had won again and she was now going to have to face the consequences. She was going to be facing total humiliation now. Mel was now led to a chair where she was made to take her seat. She was seething, but she knew what was about to come her way. Mel crossed her arms and wallowed in anger and disgust. She knew that her mother was going to relish doing this to her. Her mother had very little tact or couth about herself either. She would not be holding back on her daughter even the smallest amount. The whole thing was going to be like all the years of humiliation that she had experienced condensed in to one incredibly embarrassing experience. Her mother was already in the corner eying up what she was going to pour on her.
She began to sweat and to tap her foot with nervousness. Her mother’s eyes twinkled as she grabbed a chocolate cream pied. The pie case was filled over the top with chocolate pudding, whipped cream and pie crust. The top had lashings of chocolate sauce and chocolate shavings on it as decorations. It actually smelled scrumptious. The older, weather beaten woman took the pie in her callous wrinkled hands. She widened her eyes and smiled. She pointed at Mel and mouthed the words,” You are going to get it”. Teresa, for her part, had always felt that Mel had given her a hard time and that it was a bit unfair. More than anything, she just enjoyed the idea of doing this to her attractive young daughter. She felt like this was a way to put her into her place. Mel just looked down at her feet and closed her eyes as her mother approached carrying the creamy chocolate pie. She slowly crept towards Mel at first, but then ran the last few steps straight at her with the pie perched on one hand. She ran at her and smashed the pie into her daughter’s face using the full force her whole body. It landed with a thud. Pie flew in various directions. Her hand, almost bouncing off of Mel’s face. She pulled away in an instant, revealing Mel’s face covered in brown and white creamy pie. Her nostrils and facial features were covered in small mounds of cream. Pie crust stuck to the side of Mel’s face before falling away. The other bit of pie crust, landing on her jeans. The crowd erupted in laughter at Mel’s abject embarrassment. The older woman pieing her much younger daughter was something that everyone really enjoyed seeing. Mel had short brown hair that was little match for the pie. Her entire head was a mixture of white and various shades of brown creamy mess. Mel looked up at her mother with a glare, pie emerging from her nostrils as breathed angrily.
Her mother now grabbed an oversized gravy boat. It was filled, of course, with thick brown gravy. Teresa took the gravy boat and brought it around behind her daughter. She raised the gravy boat and aimed the flow onto her daughter’s face. Mel wiggled and squealed as the gravy poured over her forehead and down onto her pale white face. The brown gravy poured down onto Mel’s face, onto her nose and cheeks. “It matches your hair,” Teresa said. Mel’s neck leant forward sending gravy down onto her back and over her neck. Mel let out a sort of moan as she felt the cool gravy covering her face. Her mother now coated her breasts in the gravy, before pouring the final bit across her legs. Mel could feel the gravy against her bare arms and her skin. It was a strange cool slimy feeling. The brown gravy was now all over her pale white skin, matching her brown hair. Gravy spilled from her face and nose. Gravy was all over her underarms. Gravy circled Mel’s eyes. Gravy ran down her jeans, down her slim legs. She could feel it inside her clothes now. The brown gravy now covered parts of her entire body.
Next Teresa grabbed a bucket of spaghetti hoops. She struggled to carry it over to Mel, as it was very heavy. She dragged it up to Mel. She placed the bucket behind her. She raised it up in the air. Mel looked down as the bucket lifted. She looked forward as the bucket was tipped. In an instant, the disgusting red sauce gushed down onto Mel’s face and neck. She let out a loud shriek as she felt the hoops in the sauce pour down over her face. In an instant, all she could see was spaghetti hoops. She stuck her tongue out and gagged a bit as she was hit by a deluge of spaghetti hoops. Spaghetti hoops covered her head and her body. Her perky breasts were awash in them. The sauce soaked her jeans. It flowed down her back. She could feel it pour into the space in the back of her jeans. She could hear her mother cackling laughing at her as she mercilessly covered her daughter in spaghetti hoops. When the spaghetti hoops finally stopped, Teresa took her hand and grabbed the top of Mel’s head, wiggling it about. Mel pulled away. She pushed her neck forward and placed her hands on her face, moving them upwards, the spaghetti hoops oozed out around her fingers and she ran her hands upwards, clearing some of it from her face and hair. She itched her neck. She then rubbed her hands on her thighs and arms, rubbing herself in the spaghetti hoops that were all over her body.
Finally, Mel’s mother grabbed the final bucket. The bucket was filled with cottage cheese. It was as disgusting and as foul smelling as just about anything that could have been selected. It smelled awful. Like it had curdled. Teresa gave out a yuck when she smelled it. She held her nose as she carried it over to her already mess covered daughter. This time Teresa took the bucket and began to pour its contents onto Mel’s calves. The thick white gloppy slop poured down over Mel’s jeans as her mother moved the bucket up her legs, pouring cottage cheese up hr calves and thighs. She moved the bucket up over Mel’s lap and then poured cottage cheese onto her top. The cottage cheese being poured in a trail over her breasts and then up her shoulders and neck. Mel’s hands were on her knees. Her mother now raised the bucket over Mel’s head. She arched her back and leaned over, her neck outstretched. Her mother then took her time dumping the rest of the cottage cheese onto Mel’s head. The squishy cottage cheese layered over Mel’s head. It then collapsed and covered Mel’s head and neck. Her brown hair splattered in the soft cheese. It was revolting for Mel. The feeling that Teresa had as she had complete control over messing her daughter was indescribable. She could do whatever she wanted now. Mel was in her control. She gleefully poured the last of the cottage cheese over Mel’s head. When she was done she left the bucket over Mel’s head as an extra form of humiliation. She then took a bow as the crowd applauded her for what she had just done to her daughter. Mel removed the bucket from her head. She stuck out her hand and shook her head in disgust. She looked utterly defeated.
“So, Teresa, you look like you really enjoyed that,” the presenter said. “I loved it. That one was for all the mums out there. Mums always want to do this to their kids. It was great.” “And Mel, well, what can we say.” Mel looked up with an utterly defeated face, like she was going to scream or cry. “What can I say?,” she said. “Total humiliation,” she said wiping a spaghetti hoop from her upper lip. The sexy. Slim Mel was now covered from head to toe in masses of disgusting mess. Her entire body splattered in mess. The sloppy mess covering each and every curve of her tight body. The camera pulled in and got a close up of Mel’s face. “So, this is what happens when you do not win on our show. A special thanks to Mel and Teresa. Give them a hand,” the presenter
To say that Mel Morton and her mother did not get along would be an understatement. Mel and the rest of her family had been badly let down by her mother her whole life. She was a selfish, greedy, nasty woman. Mel resented her mother. She knew that she was a very manipulative person who was always after something. She had put Mel through terrible things throughout her childhood right up to the present day. Mel hated her mother for what she had done. She did not like the fact that her father was now allowing her mother to live in the house again. She could not stand being around her and living under the same roof was driving her nuts. This was not an irrational feeling that Mel had towards her mother, by any means. Her feelings were more than justified.
Mel never thought that there would be a way to get her own back, but one day, she finally found what she saw as a good chance to teach her mother a lesson. Mel was looking through the local paper one morning, when she saw an interesting ad. The ad said that there was going to be a game show that was being filmed in the area. It was a kind of get your own back type show that would pit family members against each other. They were looking for contestants. There was a phone number at the bottom of the advert. Of course, what sprung to Mel’s mind instantly was that this would be a great way to get back at her mother. The advert read,” Have you ever wanted to get back at a family member? This could be your chance to get revenge. Someone will get covered in mess. Have you ever wanted to gunge a family member? Someone will win big prizes, someone else will leave messy” Mel laughed to herself at the prospect of getting her mother covered in mess. She wanted to humiliate her the way that she had humiliated Mel so many times in the past. Her mother had always gotten the better of her and managed to embarrass her every chance she got. She seemed to enjoy it. Why her mother loved to embarrass her she had no idea. This would be her chance to finally come out on top. She wanted to humiliate her mother in front of everyone. She knew that it was a game and that there was a chance that she could come out on the losing end of things. There was a risk that she could be the one who would be getting the mess. To be honest, Mel figured that she was in much better shape than her mother was, so she could beat her at any physical game. She also thought that she was much smarter than her mother was, so she would be able to beat her at any kind of quiz or anything along those lines. She called the number in the paper. She explained who she was and that she wanted to come on the show. The person from the show said that they would be perfect. They made all the arrangements. She was told the date and time of the show. She was then warned, “We have to warn you, there is no guarantee that you will be the one who wins. There is always the chance that you will be the loser on the day.” “Don’t worry, I am aware,” she said,” But I will win, don’t worry about that.” Mel approached her mother with the angle that there was the opportunity to win big prizes on this show. Her mother agreed to go n it, without that much convincing. Mel thought that she had the prefect plan. Unfortunately, the potential for the whole thing to backfire was always there as well. The thought that she could lose did pop into her mind a few times. When she thought about the total humiliation that she would suffer again, it made her blood run cold. She had to take that chance though. She wanted to get the better of her mother this time and teach her a lesson once and for all.
The day finally arrived when the show was going to be taped. Mel and her mother journeyed to the location together. All Mel could think about on the walk there was how wonderful it was going to be to finally get her mother back. She pictured herself dumping messy slop all over her mother. She could hardly wait to get to do it. She smiled to herself. She had not really mentioned to her mother the potential for messiness. She would just have to find this out when the time came. Mel wore a light blue tank top and jeans. Her clothes fit as tight as usual. Mel smiled to herself as her mother rambled on and on about how she was looking forward to this and that she knew that she was going to win a huge prize. Mel thought to herself that she could just keep on talking because she was going to be the one who ended up covered in disgusting mess. When Mel and her mother, Teresa, arrived at the studio they were given seats in the audience on one of the aisles. They were instructed that when the time came they would be chosen and would come up on stage. They agreed. Over the next few minutes the rest of the audience was ushered in. All of the seats were filled. Eventually, all went quiet and the show started. The presenter came out and announced the beginning of the show. It was the first episode being taped. There were other pairs of family members in the audience who would be appearing on the show later on.
“Ok, everyone,” the presenter said,” Let’s get started. As everyone may or not know, the show is very simple. We have family members or friends competing against one another. One will win a huge prize, one will face the consequences. It is now time for us to get our first contestants. Let’s go for a walk.” He walked up the stairs in the middle of the audience until he came to the row where Mel and her mother were seated. “ You two, would you like to be on the show? Are you two together?,” he asked. “Yes we are. Yeah we would like to be on the show,” Mel said. “Ok then, come on down,” he said. Mel and Teresa stood up and made their way down onto the stage, following the presenter. They stood side by side. “Now, can you please introduce yourself to everyone,” he said. “I am Mel Morton, I live on Coronation Street and this is my mum.” “Now Mel, I am sure that you have always wanted to get revenge on your mum Haven’t you?,” he asked. “Well, yes I have. She has been very embarrassing in the past and I think it is time that she gets some of her own medicine.” “Well, that may or may not happen today. We have a game to play first. As we all know, you two will compete in the game and the winner is going to get to make the loser pay the consequences. Now Teresa, did Mel here mention what those consequences might be?” “No, she did not,” Teresa said. “Well the winner, is going to get a chance to totally gunge their family member. How does that sound?” Teresa looked at Mel and rolled her eyes. Mel laughed. “Mel, I don’t know why you are laughing, you could just as easily lose,” the presenter said. “Maybe that is true, but I am confident that I can beat her at anything,” Mel said. “Well, we’ll see about that,” Teresa said. Teresa was interestingly quiet so far. She usually had a really big mouth, but today was keeping quiet for some reason. Perhaps, she knew that Mel’s overconfidence would be her undoing in the end. The stakes really did not get any higher than this. Mel had also made sure that she told her whole family and everyone on Coronation Street about the appearance. She wanted to embarrass her mother as much as she possibly could.
The presenter then showed them what the game they were playing was going to be. It was going to be an egg and spoon race. The person to get the egg over the line at the other of the stage would be the winner. It was a simple enough game, but tension and pressure were high because of what was at stake. Each was given an egg and spoon. They were given a moment to steady the egg and to test for themselves. They then got Into position side by side. The presenter said,” Ready, Set, Go.” Right before go was said, Teresa took off. She jumped off to a lead. Mel threw her hand up, “She’s cheating that’s not fair,” she said. By this time Teresa had a big lead. She was told by the presenter to carry on. She realized that they were going to allow this, so she had to try to make up time. Her arguing had cost her time as well. She ran and tried to make up for the distance, but of course when she tried going to fast, the egg fell off of her spoon. She scrambled to place it back on. In the mean time her mother was chugging along building an even greater lead. Mel picked up her egg and got going again. She was now losing her concentration. She dropped the egg again. She quickly picked it up and tried to run again, as she tried to run she heard a buzzer. Her mother had crossed the finish line. Teresa jumped up and down and celebrated. “get in there,” she shouted. Mel stuck her hands out and flared her nostrils in rage. “That wasn’t fair that. She cheated,” Mel exclaimed. “Sorry Mel, but we do not have any instant replay. Judges decisions are final,” the presenter responded. “This is crap,” she said angrily, turning red with rage. “Oh don’t be a sore loser love,” her mother said sarcastically. “Shut up!,” she shouted.
“So, we have our winner and have our loser. It is now time to talk about the prizes and the consequences,” the presenter said. Mel and her mother now stood on either side of him. Mel now realized that her plan had completely backfired on her. She had managed to lose and now her mother was going to get one over on her yet again. “So, Teresa, you have won an all expenses trip to the Bahamas. “ They played a video package describing the holiday. Teresa jumped up and down in excitement. It was better than she had hoped. “On top of that Teresa, as the winner, you are going to get the chance to pour some of the most disgusting mess that we could find all over your lovely daughter here.” She smiled,” Oh yeah,” she exclaimed. Mel glared at her. “Your daughter brought you on here so she could totally humiliate you in public, but it has all blown up in her face. Now it will be Mel paying the consequences. Teresa we will give you one last chance for a sort of bonus prize. You will be given a choice. We will give you an extra £500 spending money to use on your trip. We will also give you one last opportunity to save your daughter. If you accept the £500 then Mel will receive the punishment. On the other hand, you can save your daughter by refusing the money. Think it over carefully.” Mel closed her eyes and prayed that her mother would actually chose her over her own gain for once. The crowd were encouraging her the punish her daughter. “So Teresa what will it be?” “I think she can take it. Gunge her. I want the money,” she said and then started laughing. The crowd laughed and cheered, jeering Mel. Mel looked at her mother, angry and dejected. She flared her nostrils in anger. She literally saw red at this moment. Her mother had won again and she was now going to have to face the consequences. She was going to be facing total humiliation now. Mel was now led to a chair where she was made to take her seat. She was seething, but she knew what was about to come her way. Mel crossed her arms and wallowed in anger and disgust. She knew that her mother was going to relish doing this to her. Her mother had very little tact or couth about herself either. She would not be holding back on her daughter even the smallest amount. The whole thing was going to be like all the years of humiliation that she had experienced condensed in to one incredibly embarrassing experience. Her mother was already in the corner eying up what she was going to pour on her.
She began to sweat and to tap her foot with nervousness. Her mother’s eyes twinkled as she grabbed a chocolate cream pied. The pie case was filled over the top with chocolate pudding, whipped cream and pie crust. The top had lashings of chocolate sauce and chocolate shavings on it as decorations. It actually smelled scrumptious. The older, weather beaten woman took the pie in her callous wrinkled hands. She widened her eyes and smiled. She pointed at Mel and mouthed the words,” You are going to get it”. Teresa, for her part, had always felt that Mel had given her a hard time and that it was a bit unfair. More than anything, she just enjoyed the idea of doing this to her attractive young daughter. She felt like this was a way to put her into her place. Mel just looked down at her feet and closed her eyes as her mother approached carrying the creamy chocolate pie. She slowly crept towards Mel at first, but then ran the last few steps straight at her with the pie perched on one hand. She ran at her and smashed the pie into her daughter’s face using the full force her whole body. It landed with a thud. Pie flew in various directions. Her hand, almost bouncing off of Mel’s face. She pulled away in an instant, revealing Mel’s face covered in brown and white creamy pie. Her nostrils and facial features were covered in small mounds of cream. Pie crust stuck to the side of Mel’s face before falling away. The other bit of pie crust, landing on her jeans. The crowd erupted in laughter at Mel’s abject embarrassment. The older woman pieing her much younger daughter was something that everyone really enjoyed seeing. Mel had short brown hair that was little match for the pie. Her entire head was a mixture of white and various shades of brown creamy mess. Mel looked up at her mother with a glare, pie emerging from her nostrils as breathed angrily.
Her mother now grabbed an oversized gravy boat. It was filled, of course, with thick brown gravy. Teresa took the gravy boat and brought it around behind her daughter. She raised the gravy boat and aimed the flow onto her daughter’s face. Mel wiggled and squealed as the gravy poured over her forehead and down onto her pale white face. The brown gravy poured down onto Mel’s face, onto her nose and cheeks. “It matches your hair,” Teresa said. Mel’s neck leant forward sending gravy down onto her back and over her neck. Mel let out a sort of moan as she felt the cool gravy covering her face. Her mother now coated her breasts in the gravy, before pouring the final bit across her legs. Mel could feel the gravy against her bare arms and her skin. It was a strange cool slimy feeling. The brown gravy was now all over her pale white skin, matching her brown hair. Gravy spilled from her face and nose. Gravy was all over her underarms. Gravy circled Mel’s eyes. Gravy ran down her jeans, down her slim legs. She could feel it inside her clothes now. The brown gravy now covered parts of her entire body.
Next Teresa grabbed a bucket of spaghetti hoops. She struggled to carry it over to Mel, as it was very heavy. She dragged it up to Mel. She placed the bucket behind her. She raised it up in the air. Mel looked down as the bucket lifted. She looked forward as the bucket was tipped. In an instant, the disgusting red sauce gushed down onto Mel’s face and neck. She let out a loud shriek as she felt the hoops in the sauce pour down over her face. In an instant, all she could see was spaghetti hoops. She stuck her tongue out and gagged a bit as she was hit by a deluge of spaghetti hoops. Spaghetti hoops covered her head and her body. Her perky breasts were awash in them. The sauce soaked her jeans. It flowed down her back. She could feel it pour into the space in the back of her jeans. She could hear her mother cackling laughing at her as she mercilessly covered her daughter in spaghetti hoops. When the spaghetti hoops finally stopped, Teresa took her hand and grabbed the top of Mel’s head, wiggling it about. Mel pulled away. She pushed her neck forward and placed her hands on her face, moving them upwards, the spaghetti hoops oozed out around her fingers and she ran her hands upwards, clearing some of it from her face and hair. She itched her neck. She then rubbed her hands on her thighs and arms, rubbing herself in the spaghetti hoops that were all over her body.
Finally, Mel’s mother grabbed the final bucket. The bucket was filled with cottage cheese. It was as disgusting and as foul smelling as just about anything that could have been selected. It smelled awful. Like it had curdled. Teresa gave out a yuck when she smelled it. She held her nose as she carried it over to her already mess covered daughter. This time Teresa took the bucket and began to pour its contents onto Mel’s calves. The thick white gloppy slop poured down over Mel’s jeans as her mother moved the bucket up her legs, pouring cottage cheese up hr calves and thighs. She moved the bucket up over Mel’s lap and then poured cottage cheese onto her top. The cottage cheese being poured in a trail over her breasts and then up her shoulders and neck. Mel’s hands were on her knees. Her mother now raised the bucket over Mel’s head. She arched her back and leaned over, her neck outstretched. Her mother then took her time dumping the rest of the cottage cheese onto Mel’s head. The squishy cottage cheese layered over Mel’s head. It then collapsed and covered Mel’s head and neck. Her brown hair splattered in the soft cheese. It was revolting for Mel. The feeling that Teresa had as she had complete control over messing her daughter was indescribable. She could do whatever she wanted now. Mel was in her control. She gleefully poured the last of the cottage cheese over Mel’s head. When she was done she left the bucket over Mel’s head as an extra form of humiliation. She then took a bow as the crowd applauded her for what she had just done to her daughter. Mel removed the bucket from her head. She stuck out her hand and shook her head in disgust. She looked utterly defeated.
“So, Teresa, you look like you really enjoyed that,” the presenter said. “I loved it. That one was for all the mums out there. Mums always want to do this to their kids. It was great.” “And Mel, well, what can we say.” Mel looked up with an utterly defeated face, like she was going to scream or cry. “What can I say?,” she said. “Total humiliation,” she said wiping a spaghetti hoop from her upper lip. The sexy. Slim Mel was now covered from head to toe in masses of disgusting mess. Her entire body splattered in mess. The sloppy mess covering each and every curve of her tight body. The camera pulled in and got a close up of Mel’s face. “So, this is what happens when you do not win on our show. A special thanks to Mel and Teresa. Give them a hand,” the presenter
I always love stories where a girl's messy plot backfires, and this is one of the best I have read. Excellent work, yet again.
ReplyDeleteMaybe I am the only one but I find her increidibly attractive. It sucks that she isn't on tv anymore.
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