Gabby Logan Never make bets
Gabby Logan is a very attractive woman. Gabby also works in the sports broadcasting field which is very male dominated. Although she is respected and thought highly of in all circles, there were more than a few male athletes and broadcasters that could not help but admire her looks. She was so wrapped up in herself and her work that she barely noticed the glances that she would get on a regular basis. She could also be perceived as arrogant at times. For all these reasons, some of her fellow sportscasters somehow got the idea that it would be fantastic to see Gabby covered in disgusting mess. They knew how she would react and they thought that it would be hilarious to make it happen. The only question was how they would carry it out. How should they set her up?
They decided that what they would do was make a bet with Gabby around the results of some of the rugby tournaments that she was covering with the team. If she could get 75% of the results correct she would win. However, she got less than 75% correct, she would lose and face a forfeit of the other broadcaster’s choice. It was to be filmed and broadcasted as part of the telecast. They approached Gabby with this on air. She did not know that they were going to be asking her about this, so she was taken aback slightly by it. As she was on air though, she could not really refuse so she accepted the terms. When she sat down and thought about it, she began to worry a bit about what this forfeit might be, if she was to lose. It was going to be on television though during the daytime, so it couldn’t have been anything that bad.
The bet certainly added more to the drama of the event. Gabby kept a close eye on the results. She would try from time to time to sneak some information from some of her colleagues about what they had planned for her if she was to lose. Their responses were always in the form of mild teasing. They would say things such as,” Oh it is going to be a lot of fun. You won’t believe it” They never gave her much indication about any of the details. The way the results played out was that the whole bet came down to the last day’s results. If the team Gabby picked to win won, she would have won the bet. If they lost, then she too would have lost her bet. Unfortunately for her team, and for Gabby, they lost a relatively close match. In the end, the opposing team pulled away. Gabby could not believe her eyes. Her reaction was not as strong as it would have been if she knew what the forfeit was that they had chosen for her.
When the game was over, the broadcast returned to the studio. Gabby was shown laughing and turning red with embarrassment. She wore a short black skirt, some boots and a colourful printed button down top. Everyone in the studio clapped and cheered. “Well Gabby, commiserations, as we all know you had to pick 75% of the tournament correct in order to win. I can now reveal that with the final result calculated in, you got…..50% of your picks correct. That means you will have to do the forfeit of our choosing.” Gabby laughed, “ Do I really have to? I have a feeling whatever it is will be really nasty.”
“Yes Gabby, you agreed. Do you have any idea at all what the forfeit might be?,” he asked. She shook her head sexily. “Not a clue,” she responded. “Would you like to find out?,” he asked. “Not especially,” she joked with a big laugh. “Well too bad,” he said jubilantly. “Let’s bring it out.”
Gabby’s mouth dropped wide open as she saw, what she recognised to be containers of messy substances being brought out. “Bring on the slop,” the other broadcaster said. “Now Gabby we have all this lovely slop here specially prepared for today. Do you have any idea what we are going to be doing with it?,” he asked. “I have no idea,” she said. Of course, she knew now exactly what was going to happen, but thought if she played dumb maybe she could wriggle her way out of this somehow. “ Well, Gabby, we are going to take of this messiness and we are going to be pouring it over your head. How does that sound?” he asked. She laughed. “ It sounds absolutely vile,” she said in a snotty, posh sounding accent. “My husband is going to love it, I am sure,” she said. “Well, I can tell you, everyone here has wanted to do this for a long, long time. It is now about to really happen,” he said.
Gabby’s butt was now squeaking in her seat. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, rearranging her skirt several times. Her beautiful, sexy, muscular battle hardened legs were going to be a major target. She was not fully aware of how attractive men found her lower body or the effect that it had when she would uncross her legs or play with her skirt, but her legs were about to get very messy along with the rest of her beautiful body. She used to be an athlete herself and spent a lot of time in the gym. She didn’t really realize the effect that a woman as attractive as she was being around an environment with dozens of men could have males. Right now, there was nowhere to run from the humiliation that was about to be heaped on her by her male colleagues. Gabby tried to compose herself for what was about to happen. She began to perspire and to blush. Her cheeks starting to turn red in embarrassment. Gabby could not believe that this was really happening. She did not particularly like the idea of what was going to happen, but at this point, there was really nothing she could do about it. They were already getting ready with the messy substances for her.
“So Gabby, you didn’t win the bet and now it is time to pay the consequences.” Gabby gripped the couch beneath her tightly with her fingers. She closed her eyes and scrunched her face up, bracing for what might hit her. She shook her head and opened her mouth, letting out a nervous scream. Her eyes darted around. She then shut them again as tightly as she could.
Gabby sat on the couch and awaited what was going to be her fate. Before she could really react, a large chocolate cream pie came straight at her into her face. The pie was absolutely lovely it was filled with lovely chocolate pie filling, topped with smushy cool whip type cream. It was even decorated with chocolate shaving and sprinkles. It hit her square in the face and seemed to come out of nowhere. It made a resounding thud when it made contact with Gabby’s beautiful face. There was no need to push it in too much, because it was so thick with lovely cream and pie, it pretty much engulfed Gabby’s entire head in one go. She was instantly covered in the mess all the way back to behind her ears. The pie tin stuck in place as if it was some kind of mask. Gabby’s face was instantly packed with the brown and white mushy mess. She wiggled her fingers a bit, because somehow they got some pie on them in the process. The pie tin itself was relatively thin, but it had been covered in four or five inches deep of yummy pie. When Gabby finally peeled away the metallic pie tin, some of the cool whip stuck to it and came off of her nose in a dollop. It was as if it had been stuck to her face, using the pie as adhesive. She had to sort of peel it away. Her entire face was now a brown and white creamy mess. There was not one inch of her face that wasn’t an inch deep in the creamy pie. She caught her breath. She then took both of her index fingers and carefully removed pie from both of her eyes. Pie fell down her face on its own accord as well. Pie emerged from her nose and mouth as well. Pie hung from the tip of her nose and was pushed out from her nostrils. Pie rolled out of her mouth down her chin. Her neck and part of her shoulders also had some pie covering them. Her lovely blonde hair was streaked with brown and white creamy pie. She flared her nostrils and shook her head. Now this was truly embarrassing. Gabby then took both hands and rubbed them over her messy face. She threw off some of the excess pie, most of it landed on her legs though.
As Gabby was doing this, another one of her colleagues was approaching her from behind carrying and enormous bucket. They did not tell her what was in the bucket at first. She would find out when whatever it was hit her. The bucket was filled with thick, utterly disgusting brown gunge. Gabby’s vision was already altered by pie so she was barely aware that this mess was about to be poured over her head. The man stepped behind her quietly and began to dump the gunge onto her. When the coldness of the gunge hit her, she jumped up and forward, wiggling around at the slimy cold feeling. Nevertheless, the thick, lumpy brown gunge poured down onto Gabby Logan’s head. In a minute her blonde hair was brown and lumpy with thick brown gunge. It poured down her face. Brown gunge poured down the sides of her cheeks and then down her nose, finally covering her entire face. It poured down her neck and then down her top. She could feel it trickling down inside of her clothes. It poured onto her breasts and down her shirt. Soaking her plain white bra that lay beneath in its filth. The reactions on her face were comical. She gave a rang of pained and disgusted looks as the gunge continued to be poured over her. The man then moved the bucket downwards and directed the gunge down onto Gabby’s skirt and then down onto her bare legs. Gabby closed her eyes as he gleefully poured the brown filthy mess straight down onto her sexy legs. The thick brown liquid poured straight onto Gabby’s slightly pale white skin. It was poured onto her knees and onto her thighs. Her muscular calves were targeted with the brown sludge. The man took his time and enjoyed directing the gunge all over Gabby’s body. Every curve and muscle in her legs was now dripping in brown gunge. Down her ankles, dripping from Gabby’s high heeled pumps. She realized that her ultra expensive clothes had probably just been totally ruined beyond all cleaning measures. The studio was filled with howling laughter. As the last of the gunge was poured, Gabby took her hands and ran them threw her now brown hair, sticking out her tongue, closing one eyes and giving a funny look. She then ran her hands over her skirt and down her legs. Massaging herself, almost in the gunge.
It wasn’t long until someone else came forward. In his hand, he carried several containers that had on them the famous logo that everyone knew stood for spam. One of the tins was held up on display for Gabby and the camera to see. When Gabby saw what it was, she pointed and laughed. “You can’t be serious,” she said, knowing that what was going to happen was inevitable. “Oh yes,” he said. “Yummy spam. And it’s all for you Gabby,” he teased. “Lovely,” she blurted out sarcastically. The man took the first tin and held it above Gabby’s head. He pushed it into place on the top of her head. She squinted and looked upwards as he did it. He held it there and then tapped the bottom of it with his hand. The spam slid out of the container. He was very careful to ensure that it did not fall off straight away. He slowly removed the tin and moved his hands away. The cube shaped spam stuck in place for a moment on the top of Gabby’s head. After a moment, it crumbled away, falling down her face, leaving a trail of the putrid meat as it went. A large lump still stuck to the top of her head. He then took a second tin. He walked up to Gabby and gently pulled the top of her shirt away from her body slightly. He then took the tin and placed the top of it at the top of Gabby’s shirt. He smacked the tin, this caused the entire contents of the tin to fall out and down Gabby’s top. “Yack,” she said. He then put her shirt back in place. He pressed his hand against her chest softly, causing the spam to smush all over Gabby’s stomach and chest, filling her shirt with spam. The feeling of the disgusting, slightly slimy meat pressed up against her skin was a slightly cringe worthy one. With the next tin, the man aimed for Gabby’s legs. This time he placed the tin onto Gabby’s lap, about halfway on her skirt and halfway on her thighs. Again he pushed down. The spam was pushed down onto and between Gabby’s legs. She could feel it between her thighs and pushing up inside of her skirt. It was also all over her knees. Some of the spam poured down onto her naked calves. She moved her legs in and out. She took a handful of the collected mess that lay between her thighs and lifted it out, actually sprinkling it over herself. The last of the spam was emptied onto the discarded pie tin from earlier. It was carefully arranged evenly across the pie plate. It was then brought over to Gabby. She looked around, as she did not really know what to expect next. The man pushed the spam filled pie plate into Gabby’s face. He was almost “feeding” her the spam. Embarrassingly, he rubbed it round and round in her face. He mercilessly ensured that she got a full face full of the truly disgusting meat substitute. Gabby would not normally have touched spam with a barge pole. She would have turned her nose up at it. Now she was getting covered in it. She was getting a real face full of it now. When the pie tin was removed, she coughed and choked, spam fell from her face and mouth. The reddish brown mess stuck all over Gabby’s face. There was nothing dignified about what was being done to her on this day.
Next it was going to be an enormous quantity of baked beans that were about to come Gabby’s way. “Time for some beans,” someone said. This was going to be a dream come true for everyone in the studio that day. Pouring beaked beans on Gabby Logan was something that all of them had thought about doing at one point or another. Although she did not really know it, Gabby oozed sexuality. When she walked into a room her sexuality could almost be felt and smelled. She drove all of the men that she worked with nuts. They were now about to cover her in baked beans. Gabby gripped her knees with her hands. She was about to get hit with a gigantic wave of baked beans. Gabby shook her head. Another one of her colleagues approached, carrying the enormous bucket of baked beans. These were just as disgusting as the spam, but that would be a matter of opinion. He raised the bucket behind Gabby and posed for a minute, before he began to let Gabby have it. He raised the bucket and aimed the contents straight down onto Gabby’s face and head. She gasped and yelped as the beans made their way out of the huge bucket and straight down over her face. Gabby’s beautiful face soon was being covered in a torrent of disgusting baked beans. They rolled in their putrid orange sauce down her face. Before she knew it Gabby’s whole face was covered in baked beans. She opened her mouth for a second, which proved a grave mistake, as she was greeted with a mouthful of beans. She quickly shut her mouth tightly again, after letting the beans spew from her mouth down her face. The beans did not seem to cease they just kept pouring and pouring. Her whole world was beans for this moment in time. The beans also rolled down her front and back. Gravity was taking the excess beans down from her face all over the rest of her body. Her skin was tinged in the orange sauce. Baked beans stuck everywhere. Gabby could feel beans down her neck and top. Beans went down her back, her shirt becoming more and more filled. It was almost near bursting point now. Beans poured on her skirt and all over her sexy legs. She repositioned herself a few times. She was really feeling the embarrassment now. She leaned forward a bit now. When she did, the man pouring the beans came behind her and grabbed the back of her skirt and the waist band of her knickers. Before she could protest, the man had already poured a portion of baked beans down the back of her skirt and down into her underwear. Her plain white panties were no longer white. He let go, leaving her underwear packed full of baked beans. She yelped as she felt exactly what beaked beans felt like right up against one’s backside and private parts. They oozed out around the waist band and at the crotch of her knickers. Beans collected in her lap and between her legs. She made an eek sound when she felt the beans all over her nether regions. As the beans slowed to a stop, Gabby sat there and let the excess beans fall off of her body. She shook her arms and then her head. She ran her fingers through her hair, removing some of the beans that stuck to it. Beans stuck all over her face. Beans dripped from her nose and chin. Her body was covered in hundreds of beans in their sauce. She swept her hand through her now soaked hair, flicking some of the beans away. She gave an awkward smile. The whole studio celebrated . Laughing at Gabby’s embarrassment. This was as embarrassing as things could possibly get. Beans dripped down her calves and off of her high heels. Close ups were shown of the baked beans stuck all over Gabby’s shapely thighs and calves. She stuck her hand down her top and pulled out a handful of beans and spam. She tossed it in the direction of her colleagues. A closeup was shown of Gabby’s bean drenched face.
“So Gabby, how are you feeling. You lost the bet fair and square?”, her fellow broadcaster asked. “This is so embarrassing,” she stated. “I can’t believe you actually did this to me. It is all over me. I’ll get you all back for this. You really got me. I will never make another bet again. I will tell you that. There are beans everywhere. This is so embarrassing.” She laughed and waived into the camera as a gigantic glob of baked beans fell from her nose.
Her clothes were ruined not even her underwear was salvageable. Luckily for her there were showers in the dressing rooms in the studios. Removing her clothes afterwards in the dressing room and seeing and feeling all of the collected mess come out of her clothes as they were removed was something that she would never forget. Watching baked beans fall from her panties as she removed them as well as from her bra when she removed that was something that she would never forget. Scrubbing the mess from her filthy body in the shower was also very memorable.
Gabby Logan is a very attractive woman. Gabby also works in the sports broadcasting field which is very male dominated. Although she is respected and thought highly of in all circles, there were more than a few male athletes and broadcasters that could not help but admire her looks. She was so wrapped up in herself and her work that she barely noticed the glances that she would get on a regular basis. She could also be perceived as arrogant at times. For all these reasons, some of her fellow sportscasters somehow got the idea that it would be fantastic to see Gabby covered in disgusting mess. They knew how she would react and they thought that it would be hilarious to make it happen. The only question was how they would carry it out. How should they set her up?
They decided that what they would do was make a bet with Gabby around the results of some of the rugby tournaments that she was covering with the team. If she could get 75% of the results correct she would win. However, she got less than 75% correct, she would lose and face a forfeit of the other broadcaster’s choice. It was to be filmed and broadcasted as part of the telecast. They approached Gabby with this on air. She did not know that they were going to be asking her about this, so she was taken aback slightly by it. As she was on air though, she could not really refuse so she accepted the terms. When she sat down and thought about it, she began to worry a bit about what this forfeit might be, if she was to lose. It was going to be on television though during the daytime, so it couldn’t have been anything that bad.
The bet certainly added more to the drama of the event. Gabby kept a close eye on the results. She would try from time to time to sneak some information from some of her colleagues about what they had planned for her if she was to lose. Their responses were always in the form of mild teasing. They would say things such as,” Oh it is going to be a lot of fun. You won’t believe it” They never gave her much indication about any of the details. The way the results played out was that the whole bet came down to the last day’s results. If the team Gabby picked to win won, she would have won the bet. If they lost, then she too would have lost her bet. Unfortunately for her team, and for Gabby, they lost a relatively close match. In the end, the opposing team pulled away. Gabby could not believe her eyes. Her reaction was not as strong as it would have been if she knew what the forfeit was that they had chosen for her.
When the game was over, the broadcast returned to the studio. Gabby was shown laughing and turning red with embarrassment. She wore a short black skirt, some boots and a colourful printed button down top. Everyone in the studio clapped and cheered. “Well Gabby, commiserations, as we all know you had to pick 75% of the tournament correct in order to win. I can now reveal that with the final result calculated in, you got…..50% of your picks correct. That means you will have to do the forfeit of our choosing.” Gabby laughed, “ Do I really have to? I have a feeling whatever it is will be really nasty.”
“Yes Gabby, you agreed. Do you have any idea at all what the forfeit might be?,” he asked. She shook her head sexily. “Not a clue,” she responded. “Would you like to find out?,” he asked. “Not especially,” she joked with a big laugh. “Well too bad,” he said jubilantly. “Let’s bring it out.”
Gabby’s mouth dropped wide open as she saw, what she recognised to be containers of messy substances being brought out. “Bring on the slop,” the other broadcaster said. “Now Gabby we have all this lovely slop here specially prepared for today. Do you have any idea what we are going to be doing with it?,” he asked. “I have no idea,” she said. Of course, she knew now exactly what was going to happen, but thought if she played dumb maybe she could wriggle her way out of this somehow. “ Well, Gabby, we are going to take of this messiness and we are going to be pouring it over your head. How does that sound?” he asked. She laughed. “ It sounds absolutely vile,” she said in a snotty, posh sounding accent. “My husband is going to love it, I am sure,” she said. “Well, I can tell you, everyone here has wanted to do this for a long, long time. It is now about to really happen,” he said.
Gabby’s butt was now squeaking in her seat. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, rearranging her skirt several times. Her beautiful, sexy, muscular battle hardened legs were going to be a major target. She was not fully aware of how attractive men found her lower body or the effect that it had when she would uncross her legs or play with her skirt, but her legs were about to get very messy along with the rest of her beautiful body. She used to be an athlete herself and spent a lot of time in the gym. She didn’t really realize the effect that a woman as attractive as she was being around an environment with dozens of men could have males. Right now, there was nowhere to run from the humiliation that was about to be heaped on her by her male colleagues. Gabby tried to compose herself for what was about to happen. She began to perspire and to blush. Her cheeks starting to turn red in embarrassment. Gabby could not believe that this was really happening. She did not particularly like the idea of what was going to happen, but at this point, there was really nothing she could do about it. They were already getting ready with the messy substances for her.
“So Gabby, you didn’t win the bet and now it is time to pay the consequences.” Gabby gripped the couch beneath her tightly with her fingers. She closed her eyes and scrunched her face up, bracing for what might hit her. She shook her head and opened her mouth, letting out a nervous scream. Her eyes darted around. She then shut them again as tightly as she could.
Gabby sat on the couch and awaited what was going to be her fate. Before she could really react, a large chocolate cream pie came straight at her into her face. The pie was absolutely lovely it was filled with lovely chocolate pie filling, topped with smushy cool whip type cream. It was even decorated with chocolate shaving and sprinkles. It hit her square in the face and seemed to come out of nowhere. It made a resounding thud when it made contact with Gabby’s beautiful face. There was no need to push it in too much, because it was so thick with lovely cream and pie, it pretty much engulfed Gabby’s entire head in one go. She was instantly covered in the mess all the way back to behind her ears. The pie tin stuck in place as if it was some kind of mask. Gabby’s face was instantly packed with the brown and white mushy mess. She wiggled her fingers a bit, because somehow they got some pie on them in the process. The pie tin itself was relatively thin, but it had been covered in four or five inches deep of yummy pie. When Gabby finally peeled away the metallic pie tin, some of the cool whip stuck to it and came off of her nose in a dollop. It was as if it had been stuck to her face, using the pie as adhesive. She had to sort of peel it away. Her entire face was now a brown and white creamy mess. There was not one inch of her face that wasn’t an inch deep in the creamy pie. She caught her breath. She then took both of her index fingers and carefully removed pie from both of her eyes. Pie fell down her face on its own accord as well. Pie emerged from her nose and mouth as well. Pie hung from the tip of her nose and was pushed out from her nostrils. Pie rolled out of her mouth down her chin. Her neck and part of her shoulders also had some pie covering them. Her lovely blonde hair was streaked with brown and white creamy pie. She flared her nostrils and shook her head. Now this was truly embarrassing. Gabby then took both hands and rubbed them over her messy face. She threw off some of the excess pie, most of it landed on her legs though.
As Gabby was doing this, another one of her colleagues was approaching her from behind carrying and enormous bucket. They did not tell her what was in the bucket at first. She would find out when whatever it was hit her. The bucket was filled with thick, utterly disgusting brown gunge. Gabby’s vision was already altered by pie so she was barely aware that this mess was about to be poured over her head. The man stepped behind her quietly and began to dump the gunge onto her. When the coldness of the gunge hit her, she jumped up and forward, wiggling around at the slimy cold feeling. Nevertheless, the thick, lumpy brown gunge poured down onto Gabby Logan’s head. In a minute her blonde hair was brown and lumpy with thick brown gunge. It poured down her face. Brown gunge poured down the sides of her cheeks and then down her nose, finally covering her entire face. It poured down her neck and then down her top. She could feel it trickling down inside of her clothes. It poured onto her breasts and down her shirt. Soaking her plain white bra that lay beneath in its filth. The reactions on her face were comical. She gave a rang of pained and disgusted looks as the gunge continued to be poured over her. The man then moved the bucket downwards and directed the gunge down onto Gabby’s skirt and then down onto her bare legs. Gabby closed her eyes as he gleefully poured the brown filthy mess straight down onto her sexy legs. The thick brown liquid poured straight onto Gabby’s slightly pale white skin. It was poured onto her knees and onto her thighs. Her muscular calves were targeted with the brown sludge. The man took his time and enjoyed directing the gunge all over Gabby’s body. Every curve and muscle in her legs was now dripping in brown gunge. Down her ankles, dripping from Gabby’s high heeled pumps. She realized that her ultra expensive clothes had probably just been totally ruined beyond all cleaning measures. The studio was filled with howling laughter. As the last of the gunge was poured, Gabby took her hands and ran them threw her now brown hair, sticking out her tongue, closing one eyes and giving a funny look. She then ran her hands over her skirt and down her legs. Massaging herself, almost in the gunge.
It wasn’t long until someone else came forward. In his hand, he carried several containers that had on them the famous logo that everyone knew stood for spam. One of the tins was held up on display for Gabby and the camera to see. When Gabby saw what it was, she pointed and laughed. “You can’t be serious,” she said, knowing that what was going to happen was inevitable. “Oh yes,” he said. “Yummy spam. And it’s all for you Gabby,” he teased. “Lovely,” she blurted out sarcastically. The man took the first tin and held it above Gabby’s head. He pushed it into place on the top of her head. She squinted and looked upwards as he did it. He held it there and then tapped the bottom of it with his hand. The spam slid out of the container. He was very careful to ensure that it did not fall off straight away. He slowly removed the tin and moved his hands away. The cube shaped spam stuck in place for a moment on the top of Gabby’s head. After a moment, it crumbled away, falling down her face, leaving a trail of the putrid meat as it went. A large lump still stuck to the top of her head. He then took a second tin. He walked up to Gabby and gently pulled the top of her shirt away from her body slightly. He then took the tin and placed the top of it at the top of Gabby’s shirt. He smacked the tin, this caused the entire contents of the tin to fall out and down Gabby’s top. “Yack,” she said. He then put her shirt back in place. He pressed his hand against her chest softly, causing the spam to smush all over Gabby’s stomach and chest, filling her shirt with spam. The feeling of the disgusting, slightly slimy meat pressed up against her skin was a slightly cringe worthy one. With the next tin, the man aimed for Gabby’s legs. This time he placed the tin onto Gabby’s lap, about halfway on her skirt and halfway on her thighs. Again he pushed down. The spam was pushed down onto and between Gabby’s legs. She could feel it between her thighs and pushing up inside of her skirt. It was also all over her knees. Some of the spam poured down onto her naked calves. She moved her legs in and out. She took a handful of the collected mess that lay between her thighs and lifted it out, actually sprinkling it over herself. The last of the spam was emptied onto the discarded pie tin from earlier. It was carefully arranged evenly across the pie plate. It was then brought over to Gabby. She looked around, as she did not really know what to expect next. The man pushed the spam filled pie plate into Gabby’s face. He was almost “feeding” her the spam. Embarrassingly, he rubbed it round and round in her face. He mercilessly ensured that she got a full face full of the truly disgusting meat substitute. Gabby would not normally have touched spam with a barge pole. She would have turned her nose up at it. Now she was getting covered in it. She was getting a real face full of it now. When the pie tin was removed, she coughed and choked, spam fell from her face and mouth. The reddish brown mess stuck all over Gabby’s face. There was nothing dignified about what was being done to her on this day.
Next it was going to be an enormous quantity of baked beans that were about to come Gabby’s way. “Time for some beans,” someone said. This was going to be a dream come true for everyone in the studio that day. Pouring beaked beans on Gabby Logan was something that all of them had thought about doing at one point or another. Although she did not really know it, Gabby oozed sexuality. When she walked into a room her sexuality could almost be felt and smelled. She drove all of the men that she worked with nuts. They were now about to cover her in baked beans. Gabby gripped her knees with her hands. She was about to get hit with a gigantic wave of baked beans. Gabby shook her head. Another one of her colleagues approached, carrying the enormous bucket of baked beans. These were just as disgusting as the spam, but that would be a matter of opinion. He raised the bucket behind Gabby and posed for a minute, before he began to let Gabby have it. He raised the bucket and aimed the contents straight down onto Gabby’s face and head. She gasped and yelped as the beans made their way out of the huge bucket and straight down over her face. Gabby’s beautiful face soon was being covered in a torrent of disgusting baked beans. They rolled in their putrid orange sauce down her face. Before she knew it Gabby’s whole face was covered in baked beans. She opened her mouth for a second, which proved a grave mistake, as she was greeted with a mouthful of beans. She quickly shut her mouth tightly again, after letting the beans spew from her mouth down her face. The beans did not seem to cease they just kept pouring and pouring. Her whole world was beans for this moment in time. The beans also rolled down her front and back. Gravity was taking the excess beans down from her face all over the rest of her body. Her skin was tinged in the orange sauce. Baked beans stuck everywhere. Gabby could feel beans down her neck and top. Beans went down her back, her shirt becoming more and more filled. It was almost near bursting point now. Beans poured on her skirt and all over her sexy legs. She repositioned herself a few times. She was really feeling the embarrassment now. She leaned forward a bit now. When she did, the man pouring the beans came behind her and grabbed the back of her skirt and the waist band of her knickers. Before she could protest, the man had already poured a portion of baked beans down the back of her skirt and down into her underwear. Her plain white panties were no longer white. He let go, leaving her underwear packed full of baked beans. She yelped as she felt exactly what beaked beans felt like right up against one’s backside and private parts. They oozed out around the waist band and at the crotch of her knickers. Beans collected in her lap and between her legs. She made an eek sound when she felt the beans all over her nether regions. As the beans slowed to a stop, Gabby sat there and let the excess beans fall off of her body. She shook her arms and then her head. She ran her fingers through her hair, removing some of the beans that stuck to it. Beans stuck all over her face. Beans dripped from her nose and chin. Her body was covered in hundreds of beans in their sauce. She swept her hand through her now soaked hair, flicking some of the beans away. She gave an awkward smile. The whole studio celebrated . Laughing at Gabby’s embarrassment. This was as embarrassing as things could possibly get. Beans dripped down her calves and off of her high heels. Close ups were shown of the baked beans stuck all over Gabby’s shapely thighs and calves. She stuck her hand down her top and pulled out a handful of beans and spam. She tossed it in the direction of her colleagues. A closeup was shown of Gabby’s bean drenched face.
“So Gabby, how are you feeling. You lost the bet fair and square?”, her fellow broadcaster asked. “This is so embarrassing,” she stated. “I can’t believe you actually did this to me. It is all over me. I’ll get you all back for this. You really got me. I will never make another bet again. I will tell you that. There are beans everywhere. This is so embarrassing.” She laughed and waived into the camera as a gigantic glob of baked beans fell from her nose.
Her clothes were ruined not even her underwear was salvageable. Luckily for her there were showers in the dressing rooms in the studios. Removing her clothes afterwards in the dressing room and seeing and feeling all of the collected mess come out of her clothes as they were removed was something that she would never forget. Watching baked beans fall from her panties as she removed them as well as from her bra when she removed that was something that she would never forget. Scrubbing the mess from her filthy body in the shower was also very memorable.
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