Leah’s Mcfall
“Ok, Leah, may I turn your attention to the far end of the stage,” Mr. G. said. Leah turned her head. The curtain opened revealing one of the famous Voice revolving chairs. The chair turned around as everyone clapped and cheered. “So, today Leah, we thought that it would be nice for you to be in the coach’s chair rather than the other side,” Mr. G. said. “Well, I have always wanted to sit in one of those chairs, so bring it on,” Leah said. “That is great Leah. If you would come with me.” Leah stood up and followed Mr. G. over to the chair. She looked at it and then sat down on it. She gave a nervous smile. She stretched her legs as she took her place. “So Leah, today, as you may well have guessed, the chair has been converted to a messy chair. It will rotate as usual, but as it does, mess will be pouring all over you.” “Sounds grand,” Leah said. Mr. G. then buckled a seatbelt around Leah’s waste. “Just to keep you safe,” he explained. “Hopefully, this will live up to your expectations. We are about to see you get very messy.” “Brilliant. I am so ready,” Leah replied.
Mr. G. stepped back. Leah smiled and gave a thumbs up. There was a slight delay. The chair then began to rotate around. It was similar to how the chair in the pie wash rotated. Leah smiled as she rotated. She held her hands out in front of her. As the chair turned, multiple streams of ketchup and mustard began to squirt over her. Red and yellow condiments poured across her in lines. A line of ketchup smeared across her face. A line of mustard smeared across her chest. Ketchup and mustard criss crossed Leah’s body as her chair rotated. They crossed her body, shorts and legs. Leah was splattered with ketchup and mustard. It looked almost tartan. Leah then held her hands out as pickled relish fell onto her. It was green and lumpy. Some of it fell onto her hands. She playfully and seductively rubbed it on her arms and cheeks.
Next, baked beans began to fall onto Leah as she rotated. The rotation ensured that the beans got absolutely everywhere. Leah was relatively small as well, so she was really getting it good. Beans poured down all over her body. She could feel it on her skin and clothes. Disgusting beans in putrid orange coloured juice poured onto Leah. The beans splattered her legs. They poured straight onto her knees and down her calves. The feeling of sloppy slimy beans on naked legs was a unique one for Leah. The beans looked totally disgusting and they were all over her body. Leah laughed and squealed in delight. It was obvious that Leah was experiencing a lot of pleasure from this experience. She knew that people would be watching this and laughing at her expense.
Spaghetti was next to pour on Leah. Leah laughed as a giant slab of leftover soggy spaghetti was thrown into her body. More poured down onto her head. A close up was shown of spaghetti slowly oozing down the top of Leah’s head and over the sides of her face. Her fringe covered in spaghetti. She laughed as more and more spaghetti was tossed at her. It dripped from her face and body, A large bit collected, draping over her right knee.
Next Irish stew fell down on Leah. It was filled with meat, carrots, potatoes, peas and even dumplings. The stew itself was thick and brown like gravy. It was sloppy and very lumpy. In an instant the stew began to pour form every direction. Most of the stew fell onto Leah’s head and squarely between her legs. Leah moved her legs apart and let her crotch get covered in Irish stew. Her behind wiggled in the seat as the brown muck poured onto her. Her crotch was soon filled with vegetables and meat. She took her hands and scooped handfuls from between her legs and rubbed it onto herself cheekily. She could feel the huge chunks between her legs. Her hair and tip were covered in stew.
When the stew ceased, Leah was then slowly covered in strawberry banana smoothie. The mixture was ice cold, soft and smooth. It poured upwards and sideways at Leah. Squirting her in the face and body like a hose pipe. Leah giggled as she was sprayed down. The smoothie was incredibly delicious. Pink liquid coated Leah from head to toe. As the chair finally came to a stop, Leah took her hand and tasted some of the smoothie. Despite the tinge of spaghetti , beef stew and other substances, it was still delicious. “Yummy,” Leah said , batting her eyelashes.
Mr. G. came over to Leah. She reached out to him with her smoothie covered hand. “Want a taste? It is so yummy,” she said. “Maybe after the show,” Mr. G. replied. “Oh yeah, sounds like more fun,” Leah replied. “Anyway, how was it?,” Mr. G. asked. ”Oh, everything that I imagined and more,” Leah replied. “I am such a dirty girl. I love it. It is all over my body. It is everywhere. It feels so good. So right. It feels like…having sex,” she said. “Well, on that note, it is time to say goodbye for now. Well done to Leah.” Everyone applauded. Leah blew kisses. Mr. G. helped the filthy young singer from the judge’s chair. Sloppy food fell from her body everywhere as she stood up.
Leah was the best singer and most talented singer on the Voice. Despite this, she finished in second place. Really, she deserved to be the winner, but it just did not happen. Unfortunately, for Leah, this also lead to an unexpected consequence. Leah was asked to appear on Let Her Have It. Leah was a major fan of the show. She had an offbeat and unusual personality. As a consequence, she had always wanted to get gunged. She agreed to appear on the show knowing what it would mean for her. She was going to get her wish in a major way. Leah had some filthy fantasies and filthy was what she was about to become in a major way. She imagined what it would feel like on her body. Leah had harboured lots of fantasies that others might consider out of the ordinary. She was a very individualistic person and followed her heart. She was very excited to appear on the show. She was looking forward to it as much as any celebrity had been before.
On the day, Leah wore a pink button down shirt and black hot pants. The outfit was very similar to one that she had worn on the final of the Voice. Mr. G. started the show and welcomed Leah. She entered the studio with a big nervous smile. She walked in, waiving and smiling. She walked across the studio and gave Mr. G. a big hug as the met at centre stage. They then walked down hand in hand to the couches for a chat. Leah sat down across from Mr. G.. She lowered her bottom down, her shorts riding even higher up her pale bare legs.
“So, Leah, welcome to the show. We are so glad to have you here today,” Mr. G. said. “I am so happy to be here. I am a big fan of the show. I am a big gunge fan in general,” she said. “Really, how surprising. Well, you’ve come to the right place, that’s for sure,” Mr. G. said. “I kind of figured,” Leah responded. “I have to say, I have always wanted to be gunged. Especially on this wee, show,” Leah said in her distinctive accent. “Well, we can definitely make your dream come true,” Mr. G. said. “ I have to say, I was routing for you to win the Voice, but I think we can make another of your wishes come true.” “Well, I must say, getting messy at your hands has definitely been something I have dreamt about a long time, I must confess.” “I must say, that I am very flattered Leah. Who am I do stand in the way of your dream?,” he joked. Leah laughed and shrugged her shoulders. By now Leah was eagerly anticipating what was planned for her. She had imagine all sorts of things in the days leading up to the show. “ I know I am going to end up with mess all over my wee body. I am eagerly looking forward to it. I am quite a weird girl, some might say,” she joked. “Leah, you are a fantastic singer. You look absolutely incredible tonight as well.” “Why thank you. You look pretty good yourself,” Leah flirted. “So, you really have always wanted to get messy?,” Mr. G. asked. “Yeah, I don’t know. I have watched it happen to other people and it looks like so much fun. I know that I am a bit eccentric. I like to get dirty though. I have always imagined getting mess poured all over my body. I would love to feel it all over.” “Well, I have to say, your body will make a lovely target.” “Thanks,” Leah replied with a smile. “Tonight, the world is going to see you get completely dirty. Are you ready?,” he asked. “Absolutely,” Leah replied.
“Ok, Leah, may I turn your attention to the far end of the stage,” Mr. G. said. Leah turned her head. The curtain opened revealing one of the famous Voice revolving chairs. The chair turned around as everyone clapped and cheered. “So, today Leah, we thought that it would be nice for you to be in the coach’s chair rather than the other side,” Mr. G. said. “Well, I have always wanted to sit in one of those chairs, so bring it on,” Leah said. “That is great Leah. If you would come with me.” Leah stood up and followed Mr. G. over to the chair. She looked at it and then sat down on it. She gave a nervous smile. She stretched her legs as she took her place. “So Leah, today, as you may well have guessed, the chair has been converted to a messy chair. It will rotate as usual, but as it does, mess will be pouring all over you.” “Sounds grand,” Leah said. Mr. G. then buckled a seatbelt around Leah’s waste. “Just to keep you safe,” he explained. “Hopefully, this will live up to your expectations. We are about to see you get very messy.” “Brilliant. I am so ready,” Leah replied.
Mr. G. stepped back. Leah smiled and gave a thumbs up. There was a slight delay. The chair then began to rotate around. It was similar to how the chair in the pie wash rotated. Leah smiled as she rotated. She held her hands out in front of her. As the chair turned, multiple streams of ketchup and mustard began to squirt over her. Red and yellow condiments poured across her in lines. A line of ketchup smeared across her face. A line of mustard smeared across her chest. Ketchup and mustard criss crossed Leah’s body as her chair rotated. They crossed her body, shorts and legs. Leah was splattered with ketchup and mustard. It looked almost tartan. Leah then held her hands out as pickled relish fell onto her. It was green and lumpy. Some of it fell onto her hands. She playfully and seductively rubbed it on her arms and cheeks.
Next, baked beans began to fall onto Leah as she rotated. The rotation ensured that the beans got absolutely everywhere. Leah was relatively small as well, so she was really getting it good. Beans poured down all over her body. She could feel it on her skin and clothes. Disgusting beans in putrid orange coloured juice poured onto Leah. The beans splattered her legs. They poured straight onto her knees and down her calves. The feeling of sloppy slimy beans on naked legs was a unique one for Leah. The beans looked totally disgusting and they were all over her body. Leah laughed and squealed in delight. It was obvious that Leah was experiencing a lot of pleasure from this experience. She knew that people would be watching this and laughing at her expense.
Spaghetti was next to pour on Leah. Leah laughed as a giant slab of leftover soggy spaghetti was thrown into her body. More poured down onto her head. A close up was shown of spaghetti slowly oozing down the top of Leah’s head and over the sides of her face. Her fringe covered in spaghetti. She laughed as more and more spaghetti was tossed at her. It dripped from her face and body, A large bit collected, draping over her right knee.
Next Irish stew fell down on Leah. It was filled with meat, carrots, potatoes, peas and even dumplings. The stew itself was thick and brown like gravy. It was sloppy and very lumpy. In an instant the stew began to pour form every direction. Most of the stew fell onto Leah’s head and squarely between her legs. Leah moved her legs apart and let her crotch get covered in Irish stew. Her behind wiggled in the seat as the brown muck poured onto her. Her crotch was soon filled with vegetables and meat. She took her hands and scooped handfuls from between her legs and rubbed it onto herself cheekily. She could feel the huge chunks between her legs. Her hair and tip were covered in stew.
When the stew ceased, Leah was then slowly covered in strawberry banana smoothie. The mixture was ice cold, soft and smooth. It poured upwards and sideways at Leah. Squirting her in the face and body like a hose pipe. Leah giggled as she was sprayed down. The smoothie was incredibly delicious. Pink liquid coated Leah from head to toe. As the chair finally came to a stop, Leah took her hand and tasted some of the smoothie. Despite the tinge of spaghetti , beef stew and other substances, it was still delicious. “Yummy,” Leah said , batting her eyelashes.
Mr. G. came over to Leah. She reached out to him with her smoothie covered hand. “Want a taste? It is so yummy,” she said. “Maybe after the show,” Mr. G. replied. “Oh yeah, sounds like more fun,” Leah replied. “Anyway, how was it?,” Mr. G. asked. ”Oh, everything that I imagined and more,” Leah replied. “I am such a dirty girl. I love it. It is all over my body. It is everywhere. It feels so good. So right. It feels like…having sex,” she said. “Well, on that note, it is time to say goodbye for now. Well done to Leah.” Everyone applauded. Leah blew kisses. Mr. G. helped the filthy young singer from the judge’s chair. Sloppy food fell from her body everywhere as she stood up.
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