Freema Agymean fake mess

This is a fake of Freema Agyeman getting pied.

Dominika Cibulkova it’s a trifle

Dominika Cibulkova it’s a trifle

Dominika Cibulkova is an extremely attractive blonde, tanned tennis player. She had an incredible athletic body. She was one of the most attractive women’s tennis players of her time. She was not the biggest star, but a lot of the stars were a little bit jealous of her looks. A lot of them wanted to get their own back on her and to embarrass her for the world to see. They decided that they would trick her into agreeing to play a match with a forfeit, by sneaking it into her contract in small print. When she signed her contract for the tournament, she was not aware that she had agreed in writing that if she lost a match, the winner would get to dump mess of their choosing all over her. She was only made aware when she was getting ready for the first match. Of course, hearing this news completely threw her of her games because she was taken by surprise. This threw her completely off of her game.

She was very nervous and was unable to concentrate. There was loads of pressure on her because the stakes were no so high. She knew that all of the other players as well as everyone in the crowd was routing against her. Everyone wanted to see her lose. She was determined not to lose. She was playing against an unranked opponent and was heavily favoured to win the match, but the situation threw a wrench into the works. Her game was affected terribly. She began to make unforced errors.

 Things then snowballed. The worse she played, the more she panicked, which caused her play to get even worse. Before she knew it she was very far behind. The more she fell behind, the more she thought about what would happen if she lost. The lead was soon insurmountable. She had gotten her butt kicked by a very thin, pale Czech woman was short curly hair and glasses. She had never won a major tournament game before in her career. This was a big win for her. Dominika was ashamed to be beaten by such an opponent. She usually thought of herself as above certain people, but now everyone was going to get to enjoy her embarrassment.

A chair was brought out to centre court. She was wearing an all-white outfit. Her muscular tanned legs bulging out of her skirt. She looked extremely annoyed at the situation. She reluctantly sat on the chair, crossing her arms. It was announced the she was to become a human trifle as a punishment for losing. They had managed to make up a gigantic oversized trifle that was about two feet deep and a foot and a half wide. It was regular trifle but supersized. It was filled with jelly and fruit cocktail, soft sponge, custard and whipped cream. She rolled her eyes. She looked very angry. Her opponent looked overjoyed. All of the other top players came out to watch this happen. They all had their camera phone ready to record this magic moment for posterity.

Dominika was blushing in embarrassment. She could not believe that this was happening. The winner looked overjoyed as she raised the container above her head. She closed her eyes and put her hands to her face. Her entire body tensed up. The whole audience cheered. The other player tipped the bucket over her head. The layers began to slither their way out of the container.

The whipped cream fell first in giant globs that crumbled and tumbled down her face. Some splattered on her chest and then all over her legs. Some stuck to her face and to the top of her head. She moved her arms out just as the custard began to follow out of the container. The custard splattered down upon her, washing her over in its sloppy messiness. It washed down her face and body, soaking her in custard,

The sponge and jelly along with the fruit cocktail fallowed. It fell in large chunks that fell to bits, covering her when it collided her head. Sticky juices fell down her body and made her tanned skin glisten. Lumps of sponge and jelly collected in her cleavage. Grapes, and strawberries stick to her face and body. Everyone cheered, but she looked less than thrilled at the enjoyment that everyone received at her expense.

She stood up and crossed her arms. Sponge and custard stuck to her legs all the way to her socks. She was covered in sticky trifle. She just rolled her eyes as she stood at centre court getting her photo taken with the winner of the match.

More Kate Middleton Kings Cup

More Kings Cup Kate Middleton

Kate Middleton Kings Cup

Kate Middleton Kings Cup

Kate Middleton and her husband competed in different boats at the King’s Cup. They were on different teams competing against one another. It was interesting that they were on different teams. There was a secret reason why this happen that even the others involved in the race were not aware of at the time. The reason was that there was private bet between the couple on who would finish above the other in the race. There was a lot of teasing going on before the race about who would win and who would lose. Each really wanted to beat the other to have bragging rights in order to never let the other forget it. They each loved the idea of embarrassing the other. They decided to up the stakes significantly. They decided that the winner would not just get bragging rights over the loser. They were also going to get the reward of getting to dump sloppy mess all over their spouse in any way they saw fit to do so. The two messaged each other back and forth telling each other how they were going win and how they were going to enjoy messing them up when they did. They each got to choose the same amount of the items. The loser would be getting all of the items all over them.

Kate wore a very short pair of black shorts that showed a ton of her sexy legs. She wore a white polo shirt. She also tried to cheat a bit by wearing a baseball cap. She thought that if she wore this, it might shield her from some of the mess should she lose. Of course this was cheating and she would not be allowed to get away with this. The two competed in the race. Kate believed that her team was doing really well and was getting excited. She later found out that her boat had left slightly too early so her team was disqualified meaning that she finished seventh and last. Her husband’s team finished in third which was very good. Not only did Kate not finish in front of her husband, she actually finished last. They did not know this until the results were announced. They were on a podium together and Kate was presented with an oversized wooden spoon. She looked very embarrassed. She laughed and covered her face in her hands. William looked overjoyed. Everyone else did not know the real reason their reactions were as animated as they were. Only the two of them knew that there was more at stake. The humiliation on Kate’s fake was not just that of someone who just lost a boat race. It was the reaction of someone who had lost and as a result was going to be facing a humiliating messy punishment at the hands of their husband. William pointed at her. He leaned over and whispered,” Oh yes, you know what that means.” “Don’t remind me,” she said blushing.

When the ceremony was complete, William took his wife and led her by the hand to a specially set up room. She meekly resisted. She tried to protest a bit. The room was a simple set up. There was one chair set up in the centre and a table full of the six items that they had chosen. Each had chosen three. Three were items that Kate was hoping to dump over William’s head, but that would not be happening now. She would be wearing all six. “Look on the bright side,” he said,” At least this isn’t going on social media.” “Thank heavens for that she replied. He led her to the chair where she reluctantly sat down. He pushed gently on her shoulders, pushing her into the chair. She was squirming quite a lot. Her hair was back in the ponytail it was before. Her legs stretched out before her. They looked incredible. She looked as sexy as anyone possibly could and was going to look even better now. William was going to be overjoyed to do this to his sexy wife. Kate looked over at the table and made a worried face. It was now time for William to get his true prize.

He took her baseball cap from her. She was not going to be able to cheat, but he figured that if she wanted to wear the cap for a minute he would let her. He took the cap and placed it upside down on the table. He then filled it with cottage pie. He piled it high with the stuff. Kate crossed and uncrossed her legs. She shook her head knowingly with the knowledge that the cap had backfired upon her spectacularly. He lifted the hat and then pushed it down onto her head. He pushed it as far as it would go. The gravy, meat and potato squelched out the sides and tumbled down the sides of her face and hair. The cap stuck in place for a moment on top of her head. He then lifted it up and threw it aside. Mashed stuck to the top of her head. She laughed. He then pushed his hands into the tray of cottage pie and took out handfuls of it. He then used his hands and smeared it around all over Kate’s face and then on her chest and body. He smeared it around on her. Bits fell everywhere. Some fell from her mouth. She wiggled her lips and nose around.

Second to come was ketchup. He took two squeeze bottle and held them over her. He took aim and began to spray all over her face. She closed her eyes as he sprayed it over the top of her head and down her face. He then changed position across from her and began spraying her shirt with the ketchup in a zig zag pattern. The shirt absorbed and was stained by the ketchup. He then began to aim the ketchup all over her legs. He began to spray her legs liberally with the ketchup. She put her hands on her knees and lifted her knees back and forth as she felt her bare legs getting covered in ketchup. They were soon bathed in them. Ketchup dripping down her legs.

He then took mustard and began to spray it in thick yellow lines onto her head making a tightly coiled mound of it on top of her head. He sprayed some that went down her nose, lips and cheeks. He sprayed more onto her shoulders. He then spray more onto her lap leaving another pile. She opened and closed her legs which caused some of the mustard to make its way between her legs. More went on her thighs and down onto her back.

Next to come was foul smelling egg salad. It was in a large party bowl. It looked a bit like a punch bowl. Kate stuck out her tongue and held her nose as she smelled the stench of it. She closed her eyes as he raised it above her head and tipped it over onto her. The egg salad rained down upon her, sticking all of her already messy body. She squealed as and wriggled, stomping her legs. Mounds of it stuck all over it including to her legs and neck.

Next to come was baked beans. This had been something she had really wanted to do to William. She had chosen the beans. She fantasised about getting to cover her husband in baked beans. How he would look as she stood over him and got to dump beans over him. Now it was going to be her husband dumping the beans that she had chosen all over her instead. There was a massive supply of them as well. There was one large can for every part of her body and two to go over head. She had imagined how these cans would go onto her husband, but she was going to received them. William dumped the first can down the back of her neck and down her back. She put her hands on her face and arched her back as she felt the beans pouring down her back, both in and outside of her shirt.

The next can he poured down her front. The beans poured down her neck and down over her shoulders, down inside her top and all over her chest, some collecting around her stomach as well. The next can he poured across the front of her shorts, filling the area between her legs with beans. She then arched her back forward as he dumped more down onto the back of her shorts, all over her behind. She could feel beans pouring all over her cheeks and down inside onto her underwear. “Oh my lord,” she uttered. She had never felt beans on her body in this way before. William was taking great pleasure in pouring beans over each and every part of his wife’s body.

He then poured a can each up and down Kate’s legs. Her legs were coated and dripping in baked beans. Beans fell from the backs of Kate’s knees. Her trainers and socks were soaked in bean juice. Beans stuck all over both sides of both of her legs. He handed her the wooden spoon from earlier and jokingly had her place it in her mouth as a means of catching some of the beans, but really as a way to mock her even further.  He then took the last two cans and held them over her head. She closed her eyes and scrunched her face up as waves of beans poured down her head, washing over her face. She laughed and stuck her tongue out as baked beans dripped from her nose and chin.

The sixth and final item that was waiting for Kate was spaghetti hoops. William had selected these. They were the item that he wanted to dump over his wife the most. He saved these for last. Kate crossed her arms and awaited the spaghetti hoops that were about to be unceremoniously dispatched upon her person.

Every muscle in Kate’s body tensed up. She was about to experience spaghetti hoops in a capacity she could have never imagined. William savoured this moment as he carried the heavy bucket of spaghetti hoops over to Kate. This was a moment he imagined for a long time. He lifted the bucket and began to tilt it over Kate’s head. Spaghetti hoops began to slowly pour out onto her head and slowly tumbled down her face and over her shoulders and down the rest of her body. The hoops in their sloppy sauce were aimed perfectly so they cascaded down Kate’s body. They poured evenly down both her front and back. He tapped her shoulder and she looked up, allowing them to plop onto her face. The feeling of sloppiness, mess, embarrassment and excitement filled Kate’s body as her husband poured copious amounts of the spaghetti hoops all over her. He dumped more all over her shorts. She opened and stretched her legs out allowing the spaghetti hoops to pour all over her legs directly and between them as well.

The sexy outfit she wore was covered in mess. Her gorgeous body was bathed in mess. She could only laugh and blush. This was embarrassment like she had never experienced before, but there was something oddly exciting about it as well. She was completely dirty from head to toe. She was soaked in spaghetti hoops. When she was allowed to stand again, a pile of mess from between her legs fell to the floor. Her clothing had patches of sloppy mess everywhere.

Later William sent messages on Instagram mocking Kate for losing. Little did anyone know what he was really alluding to. Every time Kate was reminded, she relived the humiliation. The only saving grace was that the world did not know what the forfeit for losing really was.

Christy Turlington fake slime

This is a fake of the sexy Christy Turlington. I used to love this commercial when I was young.

Sophie Drakeford Lewis netball, sex and mess

Sophie Drakeford Lewis netball, sex and mess

Sophie Drakeford Lewis is a netball player and is one of the better players for Team Bath. She is known for the yellow bow that she often wears during games. She is a very attractive player with an incredible body. She had a secret crush on Mr. G.. She never told anyone, but she would often fantasise about him and getting messed by him. She was shocked when she received a request for her to appear on his show. She did not think that she was very famous. She never expected to be asked to appear on a national television show. Of course, she agreed straight away. She was warned that the theme of the show was going to netball… and sex.” She and Mr. G. began to exchange text messages about this:

Mr. G.: I just want to let you know at this stage, the theme is of the show is netball and… well sex. It is going to be potentially quite and adult themed episode. You don’t have to appear if you don’t want to. I understand if you are not comfortable with that.

SDL: The more adult the better. I’ll just pretend that it is just the two of us.

Mr. G.: We actually could do it like a one to one interview. It would be quite intimate. We will be asking some very revealing questions.

SDL: Well you never know what will be revealed. I have a feeling quite a bit.

Mr. G.: Be sure to wear your netball dress as well. It really suits you.

SDL: Of course, I was hoping you would say that.

Sophie was being flirty without revealing too much. She was actually quite shy, but she really fancied imagining what would happen. She had imagined it for a long time. Although she was shy and a bit embarrassed, the embarrassment and thought of getting messy and embarrassed really turned her on as well.

She wore her yellow Team Bath netball outfit along with her bow on the day. The two were to be sat across from one another in a Diane Sawyer style interview format. The two shook hands and took their chairs. They did not say much before the cameras began to roll. She felt quite flush with anticipation.

Sophie took her seat, crossing her legs, sending her skirt further up her legs. Mr. G. then started the interview. “Sophie Drakeford Lewis, netball star for Team Bath, thank you so much for joining us today." “My pleasure,” she responded. “So, you know why we are here today. There is going to be some slightly naughty, embarrassing and personal questions that we will be asking.” She took a deep gulp. “This is between you and me right?,” she joked, knowing that this would be broadcast. “It’s ok, I am willing to reveal anything and everything,” she said. “I hope you don’t come to regret that,” he joked,” Ok then here we go.”

“So, what goes on in the locker room before a game? I mean you have the whole team there do you all get changed into your uniforms?” “Yeah we all get changed right there.” “So are there changing rooms or an open locker room?” “It’s open,” she said looking a bit more embarrassed. “So, do you all get changed in front of one another? I mean do you all see one another? Have you seen your team mates?” “Yeah, it’s kind of embarrassing actually. We have to change in front of one another in the locker room. Most of the time before the game we are just down to our underwear, but it there are quite a few of us at once, so it’s a bit up close and personal. Maybe I will invite you sometime,” she joked.

“What about after the game. Do you have to take a shower?” “We do yes.” “Are there stalls or is it open?” Sophie blushed. “It’s open. We all shower in there. So yes it is hard to avoid seeing one another naked. There are about a dozen naked women washing at once.”

“So I have always wondered what you guys wear under your uniforms.” “Well, play your cards right and you may find out later on,” she joked. “Usually it is a sports bra and special panties.” “So, this is the question that I think everyone has pondered for a while, which makes you sweatier, netball or sex?” Sophie laughed and blushed. “I can’t think of a way to measure it. I don’t have a lot to go by though. I play netball constantly and have not had sex in forever.” “So, which would you choose to do if you had a choice, play netball or have sex?” She laughed and blushed heavily. “Oh that is so embarrassing. Sex ok,” she blurted out.

“Well, this has been a revealing interview hasn’t it? It is now time for the moment that everyone has been waiting for though. Sophie, you know this is a messy show and it is time to start getting messy. Seeing as you play for Team Bath, we have a nice bath set up just for you. If you come with me.” She stood up and they walked out to the studio together. A bath tub was set up for her. She looked at it and laughed. She raised one leg and placed it inside and then the other. She then sat down in the tub stretching her legs in front of her. Her skirt went all the way up her long legs.

“Sophie, are you ready for your bath?,” he asked. “Yes, I am ready to get dirty,” she replied,” You have to do it to me though.” He started with baked beans. He was handed a large bucket of sloppy baked beans. He looked down on the long legged netball player and took aim. He began to dump the beans over her head. Some stuck to her bow and rolled down her head and shoulders. He then directed more down all over her legs as he moved the tipping bucket down across her body, dumping beans all over her as he went. The camera showing beans running down her naked legs. Her socks stained in bean juice. Beans stuck all over her uniform, staining it. More rolled down her back.

Next to come was mushy peas. He was given a second bucket. She closed her eyes as he dumped this over her head. Lumps of it stuck to the top of her head and to her dark hair. Mushy peas rolled down her chest and down her body. Mess was collecting in the tub as she squirmed in it. It was as if she was having a messy bath.

He then took two jugs of gravy and began to pour them over her. One over her head and face, the other all over her bare legs. She loved the idea of him pouring it all over her body. She opened her legs back and forth as they were splashed in sloppy brown gravy. Her yellow uniform had blotchy stains all over it. She squirmed and laughed.

He then began to pour soggy spaghetti all over her. Strands stuck all over her head. Sauce rolled down her face. Large lumps stuck all over her body. She actually took handfuls and scooped them onto her legs and arms herself. There was a shot of spaghetti stuck all over her legs and down onto her socks. It smelled awful as it stick all over her body. She stuck her tongue out to the side of her mouth. It dawned on her that her teammates would be watching this and loving every second of it.

He then finished her off by dumping lasagne over her. She took handfuls and rubbed it around on her face, hair and chest. She closed her eyes and sighed. The bath tub was filled up to her waist. She was waist deep in mess now.

To finish things off, as they were having a bathroom theme, he invited her to take a seat on the Giant Flush. She stood up and let the mountains of mess fall from her body. She still had mess stuck everywhere on her body. She was helped out of the tub and took her seat on the Giant Flush. “Sometimes I need this during the games,” she joked. Her bottom rested on the small toilet. Her mess covered legs wrapped around the porcelain. He pulled the flusher on her. She looked up as the toilet flushing sound filled the air. A giant tidal wave of brown gunge poured down over her. In an instant she was covered almost totally in running brown mess. Her longs legs and gorgeous body were dripping in mess. She laughed and gave a thumbs up.

Her netball outfit was framed and retired to a special wall of fame that Mr. G. had set up. It also had a picture of her in it. A picture of her covered in mess and a picture of her after taking it off. Her bow and socks were included. Sophie did not want the evening to end there.

Drew Barrymore fake mess

These are fakes of Drew Barrymore getting gunged. Her reaction is great.