The show continued with a now clean Lucy and Charmaine sat with Dave with the audience on the front row. Lucy’s hair was once again immaculate and her makeup re-applied. Lucy still had a big smile on her face and was clearly enjoying the show. Charmaine, on the other hand, even though she enjoyed the end of the last game, she was scared as to how the final game may end and just how disgusting being dunked might be.
‘So,’ started Dave, ‘we’re sat here with Charmaine’s brothers, Oliver and Jack and her dad, Paul. What do you guys think of how the show is going?’
‘This is brilliant!’ started one of Charmaine’s brothers ‘Char really deserves a good dunking for trying to get her own back on mum! She really is very messy at home. We do our best to keep the place tidy, but Char is always more occupied in how she looks!’
‘Yeah,’ the other brother piped up, ‘she’s gonna hate getting messy. She can be such a princess at times! She’s always at mum’s salon getting her hair or nails done’
‘Or a facial.’ The first brother added. ‘She needs a good gunging! Char has to look perfect all the time, I think she’ll look perfect in your gunk dunk!’
‘Is this true?’ Asked Dave to Charmaine, who sat still looking dejected with her head propped up by her hands, her elbows on her knees. Her demeanour was completely the opposite to her mum’s, Lucy seemed to be really enjoying this.
‘Dave,’ Charmaine finally responded, ‘it is true, I’d hate to be dunked in the slime. I don’t like getting messy. I spent ages getting my hair done and getting pampered ready for the show. This really isn’t fair. I told all my friends I was gonna be on your show and that I’d win and dunk my mum. I’m gutted that I won’t get the chance to do that now!’
‘What do you think to that Lucy? Would you switch places with Charmaine now?’ Dave asked.
‘Erm, no Dave.’ Lucy replied. ‘I have to say that I’m really having a ball!! I don’t mind getting a little bit messy, but I can’t wait to dunk Char in your gunge!’
‘Confident words there, Lucy!’ Dave added. Charmaine continued to shake her head in disbelief as she looked down at her bare feet.
‘In the next and final game,’ Dave continued, ‘to slow someone down, one of you is going to wear a pair of my special messy wellies…’ Dave had two pairs of black wellies brought out to him by a stagehand. ‘One is filled with my special recipe of gross, slimy mushy peas! And one is empty.’
The audience, joined by the whole of Charmaine’s family, made disgusting ‘oooh’, ‘yuck’ and ‘gross’ noises.
‘Lucy and Charmaine – I think that your family should decide who should have which pair.’ Said Dave.
Charmaine’s brother and dad started talking amongst themselves.
Lucy piped up, ‘I’d like to wear them if I can, please. The gunging I received before was fantastic, I’d love to get messy once again!’
Everyone looked at Lucy who was smiling, drumming her bare feet on the floor. Nobody knew if she was being serious or if this was some kind of reverse psychology.
‘Actually, Lucy,’ Paul, Charmaine’s dad, replied. ‘As much as I know you’d love to put them on, the boys and I have decided that Charmaine should wear them. Char’s gonna hate this and it’ll all add to the fun!’
Charmaine looked at her family with disappointment and dread. She predicted that they’d make this decision and she was gutted that her mum didn’t get her wish. And they were right, she was going to hate this.
‘Oh well.’ Said Lucy as the stage hand put the empty boots in front of her, and the mushy pea filled wellies in front of Charmaine.
‘Come on, Charmaine, pop them on.’ Encouraged Dave with the backing of her family and the audience.
Reluctantly, Charmaine lifted her bare right foot from the floor and aimed her toes above the right boot. She slowly slid her foot into the boot. Her toes came into contact with the lumpy gunge and she forced her foot to the bottom. The green mess sprayed up her leg and spilled out over the edge of the boot. She waggled her toes in the boot. It felt absolutely disgusting. Her feelings were evident on her face. She lifted her left foot and pushed it into the other boot. The lumpy peas covering her soft feet and toes. When both feet were in, she moved her legs around the boots, displacing the mushy pea gunge. The lumpy mess squelched under her soles and squished between her toes. She shook her head and replaced her elbows on her knees, holding her head in her hands. She looked down her legs to the opening of the boots. The green lumpy slime still oozed out. She could only imagine what her pretty feet looked like inside the boots covered in the mushy peas – but she did know that it felt truly disgusting.
A stage hand appeared with what looked like a jug and made his way over to Lucy.
‘Lucy,’ said Dave, ‘so you don’t feel left out, here’s something for your boots…’
Lucy was still sat down next to Dave and had already put her boots on. She had watched jealously at Charmaine putting her messy boots on and was clearly excited. She looked up at the stage hand who did, in fact, have a jug of green, gungy, mushy peas in his hand. She laughed and looked at Dave.
‘Thanks Dave!’ Lucy said as she rocked her legs back in her boots allowing there to be a gap between her shins and the rim of the boot. The stage hand slowly and carefully poured half of the contents of the jug in Lucy’s left boot and half in her right boot. Lucy smiled as the green slop ran down her smooth tanned legs, over her ankles and to the base of her boots. She moved her legs and lifted feet from the bottom of the boot. The gunge ran under her soft soles and she squelched her feet down into it with a satisfied smile on her face. The lumpy goo running under and between her bare toes felt fantastic to her.
Dave got up to join the blue team, leaving a satisfied Lucy and miserable Charmaine chatting to their family, playing with their feet in the mushy pea filled wellies. They all looked over at where Dave now sat.
Dave sat between Emma and Charlotte. They had watched intently across the studio at the previous segment and had a reasonably good idea what was going to happen next. There were already two sets of wellies in front of them. Emma, who to her horror, had already been messy in the first two games, was determined not to get gunged again. She looked down at her little feet and tucked them away under her chair.
‘Well, that was minging, wasn’t it Charlotte?’ Dave started the conversation.
‘Yeah,’ relied Charlotte, ‘there’s no way I’m going to volunteer to get messy. I’ve done my best to stay away from all the gunge and make sure Emma gets it!’
‘And you’re two notches away from the gunk, Emma. How do you feel? Do you think your mum will get you all the way to the top?’ Dave asked.
‘No chance, Dave. I couldn’t do anything to stop her in the first game, and I nearly won the second, but I’ll stop her in the final game, I promise. And I can’t wait to inflict a forfeit on you, mum!’ Answered Emma.
‘Ha ha! I bet you can’t!’ said Dave. ‘Let’s see what your family and friends think. Who have we got here and what do you all think?’
A girl started talking, by her looks, she was clearly Emma’s younger sister. She had the same slight, sporty physique and had similar styled short dark hair. ‘I think you’ve done a great job, Dave, making Emma and Charmaine face the gunk dunk for trying to gunge their mums. I think it’s really unfair that Emma wanted to gunge poor mum and I’m glad she’s the one getting messy now. She really deserves it!’
‘Strong words, there!’ Dave replied.
‘You’re such a creep, Hayley!’ Emma butted in. ‘you encouraged me to get mum on this show and get my own back on her and dunk her in the gunge. You even said it’ll be a good idea and you would have done it if I didn’t!’
Hayley laughed and stuck her tongue out at her big sister. She was very happy that she was not on the show. She too would have hated to have been covered in gunge like her sister had been.
‘What do you guys think?’ Dave turned the conversation to the rest of Emma and Charlotte’s supporters and friends.
One muscular guy started talking. ‘We’re having a great time, Dave. But we would rather see Charlotte in the gunk dunk, we were a bit gutted when you switched things around.’ Charlotte looked at her friends shocked. ‘Don’t get me wrong, Charlotte, we love you, but we just think you could do with a good gunging!!’
‘So you are all Charlotte’s friends from the gym?’ Dave asked.
Another big muscular fella continued. ‘Yeah, Dave. We all go to the gym together. Charlotte is very competitive, as you’ve seen from her winning the past two games. We’d all love to see her slimed. And I think we can start off by making her put on those mushy pea filled wellies. You’d hate that, wouldn’t you Charlotte!’
‘They would both hate it!’ Added Hayley. ‘Mum would take in her stride, but Emma would be devo’ed if she has to put them on!’
‘You’re right,’ another muscular bloke added. ‘But Emma’s already been messy twice, I think it’s your mum’s turn to see how it feels!!’
‘Emma’s used to getting messy now. Please don’t make me do it!’ pleaded Charlotte as the stagehand brought the wellies closer.
‘I think a decision has been made!’ added Dave as Charlotte looked down at the mushy pea filled wellies. Charlotte looked over at Lucy who was still clearly enjoying the feeling of the goo squelching under her foot and between her toes. Then Charlotte looked at the unhappy expression on Charmaine’s face.
Charlotte shrugged her shoulders, and for the first time for a long while, a smile appeared on Emma’s face. Both of Charlotte’s small feet and nude toes disappeared into the wellies simultaneously. The expression on her face changed from eyes almost shut and cringing to eyes and mouth wide open as her toes came into contact with the disgusting slimy peas. She spread her toes as the goo ran over her foot, between her toes and rushed up her bare legs as she forced her feet to the bottom of the boots.
‘This is disgusting!’ Charlotte said addressing her so-called-friends. ‘How could you do this to me!’ Her feet were now at the bottom and she stood up, shooting bits of green mushy pea gunge up her bare legs. She was visibly repulsed by the experience as she shifted her weight around the boots, causing the gross gunge to slosh and slop over the soft skin of her legs and feet.
Emma checked that there were no hidden surprises in the other pair of boots and she slipped them on to her bare feet, relieved to not be on the receiving end of a gunging for once.
All the contestants made their way over to the set which was made to look like a factory. Charlotte and Lucy, squelching around in their pea filled boots, put on white aprons over their GYOB t-shirts, tying them up behind their backs, and white cook’s hats on their heads.
‘Welcome to the Get Your Own Back pie factory!’ Dave announced, as he stood between the now ready Charlotte and Lucy. Charlotte stood still by Dave’s side while Lucy was rocking back and forth in her wellies manipulating the mushy peas around her feet with a satisfied smile on her face.
‘Ladies, what you need to do,’ Dave explained to Lucy and Charlotte, ‘is carefully carry these trays, which are stacked with containers holding pie mix, though the obstacles in the factory.’ Dave picked up an empty tray and made his way through the obstacles of pseudo machinery, some low that needed to be stepped over, some taller requiring him to duck under. When he got to the other end of the obstacle course, he placed the tray on a table. ‘You then need to empty the contents of your containers into the pie making machine.’ Running up the side of the ‘pie making machine’ was a gauge with dashes running up it, which allowed Dave to judge who had emptied the most ‘pie mix’ into their ‘machine’. ‘Whoever gets the most pie mix into the machine in one minute will win and lift their daughter up one notch away from the gunk dunk.’
The audience cheered as the camera panned to Charmaine and Emma. Both girls were dressed in their GYOB t-shirts and shorts, still with their wellies on (Charmaine still sulking as the horrible goo squished around her bare feet) and chef’s hats on their heads.
‘Our girls will be trying to slow you down, Lucy and Charlotte, by throwing rubber pies at you.’ Dave picked up a pie shaped like a Cornish pasties. ‘And don’t worry, for the losers of the game, I have a special pie surprise for you!’
‘Lucy and Charlotte, get your first trays ready…’ shouted Dave. Lucy and Charlotte each picked up a tray which had containers of sloppy brown gunge balanced on them. Charmaine and Emma readied themselves with rubber pies in their hands. ‘Go!’ cried Dave.
Immediately, Charlotte was racing off. She had a tray in her hand and her plan was more about speed than ensuring that she didn’t spill the tray’s contents. She weaved through the obstacles and dodged the missiles thrown at her by Emma. Although Emma was taking some good shots at her mum, they all bounced off her mum as Charlotte reached the end of the course with dogged determination. Charlotte emptied the few remaining containers, that hadn’t fallen off her tray as she darted through the obstacles, into the machine. She ran back as fast as she could with the slimy boots on her feet, back to the start line where she picked up her next tray.
Lucy knew she could not keep up with Charlotte’s pace, so she carefully made her way around the obstacles, shielding her tray from the direct throws coming from Charmaine. The lovely gooey mess in her boots made it awkward for her to move and part of her wished she didn’t act in such a cocky way as this would have been so much easier without the filled boots slipping under her feet. Lucy reached the end of the course and deposited the contents of the containers into the machine. There was more than twice as much as Charlotte’s. Lucy smiled feeling confident in her approach and she waddled and squelched her way back to the start.
Not long after, Charlotte was back and emptying her second load into the machine. She looked at the gauges, Lucy had still collected more slop in her first run than she did in two runs. Not disheartened, she sploshed back to the start and picked up another tray. ‘There should be enough time for at least one more run.’ She thought to herself.
Lucy was getting midway through the obstacle course, slowly climbing over a machine, her arm still around her tray of containers shielding them from the constant peppering of objects from a determined Charmaine. And Charmaine was determined. Determined not to get any messier. The foul goo in her boots repulsed her as it ran over her feet and between her toes. Then she threw the best shot of the game. It missed Lucy but it managed to squeeze in under Lucy’s shielding arm and rebound upwards knocking the tray of containers up into Lucy’s white apron. The entire contents of the tray was now either over Lucy and dripping to the floor. Lucy looked at Charmaine in shock. Charmaine laughed and threw another pie at Lucy which bounced off Lucy’s slimy apron covered chest. Dejected, Lucy made her way back to the start of the course.
Charlotte was filled with renewed encouragement having seen Lucy drop her tray in front of her. She slowed her pace down and moved over the obstacles knowing that this had to count. She looked at the big countdown clock above the set. This was going to be the last deposit. Lucy could never have enough time to get another tray to the other end of the course. Charlotte looked back at Lucy. She was hardly trying, she knew she had lost the game if Charlotte manages to get to the end of the course successfully. The missiles still rained in from Emma as Charlotte got to the end of the course. She carefully tipped every last drop of each container into the machine. There was no time for another run and Charlotte stood there as the final seconds ticked down.
A klaxon sounded and the lights came up as Dave came running on.
‘Wow! What a brilliant final game!’ Dave said excitedly. ‘Come up here, Lucy,’ he said as Lucy traipsed to the end of the course, tray still in her hand, boots squelching peas around her feet. ‘Let’s have a look at the scores.’ Dave inspected the gauges, with Lucy and Charlotte looking in to verify the decision. But the decision was clear. The final run Charlotte managed to make and the great throw from Charmaine causing Lucy to drop the tray had settled the game.
‘For the third game in a row, Charlotte, you are the winner!’ Dave announced. ‘And you know what that means, Emma. You are now THREE notches up the ramp away from my gunk dunk!’
The camera panned to Emma who was clearly disappointed. Not only did this mean a messy forfeit, she knew that her mum was one question away from dunking her in the gunge.
‘As for you, Lucy, that was a costly spill!’ Dave said.
‘Well, it was a good throw from Charmaine, so well done to her.’ Lucy replied, the brown gunge still dripping from her apron.
‘That’s very sporting,’ Dave added, ‘but it’s not going to save you from a forfeit.’
Lucy tried to look disappointed, but it was clear, once again, that she wasn’t scared of what was about to happen. She smiled broadly as Charmaine and Emma made their way over to Dave and their mums.
Once they were all together, Charmaine pleaded Dave, ‘Please can I take these boots off, now? They’re horrible!’
‘You and Charlotte can, but I think Lucy and Emma had best keep them on for their forfeit.’ Dave replied.
A relieved Charmaine sat on part of the factory set and, lifting and crossing her leg over the other, yanked off the welly. The green mushy pea mess spilled out over the floor. She crossed her other leg over and pulled the other welly off. Relieved now her feet were free from the mushy pea prison, she scraped as much of the muck off her legs and feet as she could and carefully stood up, cautiously as to not to stand back into the mess she had just made on the floor. She looked down at her lovely soft pretty feet. They were still green with the peas with lumps stuck to her delicate skin. She tried to wipe them off the top of her foot with the sole of her other foot.
Charlotte did the same and lifted her athletic, toned legs from the boots. The green goo dripped from the feet as she waggled her toes above the boots which stood up in front of her. She scraped her soles on the top of the boots to try and get more of the goo from her feet. She too stood up and took her place next to Dave.
Whilst Charlotte and Charmaine were taking their boots off, Emma and Lucy were led to the machine at the end of the set, where the containers were previously emptied. They each sat down on a stool and looked up. It was clear that a container of something horrible was hanging above them and was about to be released onto them. Emma tried to make herself as small as possible, tucking her legs under the stool and clasping her hands on her lap, tucking her elbows in, knees together. Lucy, on the other hand was laughing. She ran her hands through her hair and looked up excitedly waiting as to what the forfeit had in store. She scrunched her toes up in the boots, still enjoying the feeling of the slop between her toes.
‘Come over here, Charmaine,’ Dave encouragingly said as she motioned his arm for her to come towards him. Charmaine smiled and joined Charlotte and Dave. She could see her mum sat behind Dave and was looking forward to gunging her once again.
‘Charlotte and Charmaine, for being the winners of that game, you get to make a gravy and beans pie out of Lucy and Emma. All you have to do is pull this chain to release it over them…’ Dave motioned to a chain by Lucy and another by Emma.
Charmaine was first to grab the chain. ‘Enjoy, mum!’ she said as she yanked the chain down. Lucy, still smiling looked up at the container of goo above her head. It suddenly opened and released a torrent of brown, lump gravy all over her face and perfectly styled hair.
‘Oh my god! It really is gravy!’ Lucy shuddered as the disgusting goo splattered over her head displacing her chef’s hat, which fell to the floor.
She moved her body back and the flow of brown, slimy gravy covered her stained white apron and ran down her neck and into her t-shirt. Then the beans began to fall. Lucy had forgotten about what Dave had initially said about it being a gravy and beans pie. The beans splatted heavily on her lap and over her bare legs filling her boots to the brim replacing the peas that had fallen out during the game. She moved her head forwards and allowed the beans to splatter over her gravy covered hear. She continued to lean forward and the beans ran over her hair and down her back, filling the back of her t-shirt. She could feel them nestling at the base of her t-shirt and she willed them to travel down and fill her shorts. The flow of beans stopped and Lucy wiped her face clean of gravy and beans. All eyes were on Charlotte now. Lucy subtly moved her hands behind her back and pulled her shorts from her back. Satisfyingly, the beans flowed down over her thong covered bum. She stood up slightly allowing the beans to keep flowing, then she sat back down on them. Her underwear was completely soaked with the disgusting mixture. Happily. She sat squirming on her stool and looked over at Emma.
Emma looked at Lucy with complete shock and horror. She then looked at her mum. ‘Please don’t do this!’ she pleaded. ‘This is disgusting!’
‘You lost the game, I’m afraid!’ Emma’s competitive mum replied as she pulled the chain releasing the gravy over Emma.
Emma curled up into a ball and didn’t move as the torrent of smelly, brown gravy cascaded down over her short hair. She closed her eyes and held her breath as the lumpy mess coated her hair and ran over her face. She could feel it creeping into her t-shirt soaking her sports bra and little boobs. She shivered with repulsion as it coated her torso. Then the beans started falling. They plopped down and splattered onto her head. Still she didn’t move. The beans ran over her body and settled in her lap. She moved her bare legs to get the beans off her soft skin but all this did was force them to trickle down her legs and start to fill her clean boots. She opened her eyes in shock as she realised what was happening. The beans kept flowing down her legs, helped by the slippery gravy, past her knees, down her shins and towards her bare feet encased by the boots. The torrent of beans had now stopped and Emma wiped the mess from her short hair. She lifted her feet inside her boots and was made more aware as to how many beans had flowed into the boots. She pushed her feet back down, the sticky sauce and lumpy mess squished under her bare feet and ran between her bare toes. She couldn’t believe how disgusting this felt. This was truly the worst thing that had happened to her today!
Dave’s announcement that the forfeit was over was a huge relief for Emma. ‘Mums and daughters,’ Dave started, ‘it’s time to get cleaned up now and ready for the grand finale – the gunk dunk! Ha-ha!’
*****
The camera panned over the gunk dunk as the horrible, putrid gunge bubbled. Through the purple gunge, the words ‘Daughter Dunker’ were written in big, white, swirly letters. The camera slowly panned out to reveal a very nervous looking Emma and Charmaine sitting on the seats at the bottom of the ramp, just above the gunge.
Emma, was clean once again. Her short hair uncontaminated by the horrible gravy and beans from the last game. She nervously looked down at the gunge as it bubbled. She had been so messy today already and she was dreading what was inevitably going to happen. She rubbed her hands over her bare, toned legs and took her familiar position, scrunching herself into a ball, trying to make herself as small as possible. She knew that this dunking would be horrendous and the feeling of the gunge over her would be worse than the feeling of having her bra filled by the gravy and beans.
Charmaine leant forward and rubbed the tattoo on her ankle with her hand, as if for luck. She smiled to herself as she looked over to her mum. She knew that all Charlotte had to do was answer one question correctly and Charmaine would be spared the dunking. She looked at the gunge that sat above her mum’s head – although she thought Lucy would enjoy the gunging, it didn’t stop her wanting to inflict it on her. She sat up straight once again, her big boobs bounced as she pushed out her chest. Her long blonde hair was loose and down – beautifully styled by her mum before the game. She examined her long perfectly manicured nails and placed her hands on her bare knees, drumming her bare toes on the platform.
‘Welcome to the gunk dunk!’ Dave warmly said, ‘One of our mums, Charlotte or Lucy is going to get their own back on their daughter – will it be Charmaine, our messy daughter who takes advantage of free services at her mum’s beauty salon?’ the audience cheered loudly. ‘Or will it be Emma, the gym loving daughter who loves to be the centre of attention at the gym where she goes with her mum?’ Once again, the audience cheered. ‘We will find out in a mo! Ha ha!’
‘But before we start, our competitive mother, Charlotte, won all three games. That means that her daughter, Emma is going to be taken three notches up the ramp above the gunk dunk!’ Dave said to a chorus of ‘oooohs’ from the audience. Emma’s chair smoothly moved up the three notches above the gunk dunk, one notch at a time, briefly stopping after each notch.
Emma shook her head and looked down at Dave and Charlotte. ‘This isn’t fair! I came here to dunk you, mum! This just isn’t fair!’ The fear was evident in Emma’s voice, she didn’t want to be in this predicament.
Dave continued, ‘Well, Emma. I will give you a lifeline. I am going to ask the mums some questions. Whoever buzzes in and gets the question right, will get to take their daughter one notch away from the gunge. Whoever reaches the top – the fourth notch – first, gets a ride, down my slide, into my pride: gunk dunk! Ha ha! But, mums, if you do not get your daughter to the top, then I will give them a change to pull the lever that is attached to their chairs and release the gunge above your heads!’
Charlotte and Lucy looked up at the nozzle pointing at them. Charlotte, laughed confidently. She knew how close she was to gunging Emma and was certain that she would leave the show clean. Lucy on the other hand, swung her bare legs as she sat on the stool. She too had made sure her long blonde hair looked amazing like her daughter’s, she knew the odds were stacked against her, so if she was going to get a gunging, she wanted to make the most of it. She was still determined to get Charmaine to the top of the ramp and then in the gunge. She planted her bare feet on the floor of the gunge tank and leant forward, ready for the questions.
‘Mums, are you ready for the questions? Get your buzzers ready.’ Dave said as Charlotte and Lucy held up their hand held buzzers to show they were ready. ‘All today’s questions are very easy, and start with the letter: s. However, your answers cannot start with the letter: s. Are we ready for the first question?’ Lucy and Charlotte looked at Dave intently and nodded.
Dave asked the first question. ‘The Mediterranean, North and Baltic are all types of…’
Lucy pushed her buzzer and the light above her head shone, showing that it was her that buzzed in.
‘Bodies of water.’ Lucy said smiling.
‘Yeah, they are seas and I’ll accept that!’ Dave replied. ‘What do we do with Charmaine?’
‘Crank her up!’ Lucy and the audience cried and Charmaine moved one notch above the gunge. This didn’t dampen Charmaine’s spirits. She looked up at Emma and knew Charlotte just needed to answer one of the question correctly.
‘Next question,’ Dave said, ‘What is the big bright thing in the sky called?’
Lucy and Charlotte buzzed in simultaneously, but the light shone above Charlotte’s head. Emma sank her head in her hand and shook her head. Charmaine was giddily laughing and shuffling her bare feet on the platform. Her hand was cockily moving towards the lever to her side as she looked at her mum.
‘It’s a star!’ said Charlotte confidently. ‘oh no,’ she added, ‘that starts with an s too!!’
Emma started laughing at her mum’s stupidity! This was the first time she smiled since she was above the gunk dunk. She moved her hand to her mouth to contain her giggles. She was safe for at least one more question!
‘I’m sorry, Charlotte, but you know I can’t accept that!’ consoled Dave. ‘Lucy, do you have an answer?’
Lucy sat on her stool under the gunge and wracked her brain. She looked down at her bare feet for inspiration – she needed an answer to get Charmaine closer to getting dunked. Then inspiration hit her, she didn’t’ know from where, but it came. ‘The moon?’
‘Erm, yes, go on Lucy, I’ll let you have that – I didn’t say it had to be bright in the daytime! What do we do with Charmaine?’
With huge relief, Lucy joined the audience in the chant of ‘Crank her up!’
‘Next question,’ started Dave, ‘what do you call a lunchtime food that consists of meat, cheese, jam or anything else between slices of bread?’
Lucy buzzed in first once again. ‘Butties!’
‘Oh yeah, nice one Lucy,’ Dave said, ‘I’ll take butties as sandwiches! What do we do with Charmaine?’
‘Crank her up!’ the audience cried once more.
‘Well, what a turnaround! The girls are neck and neck on the third notch of the ramps. Whoever gets the next questions right gets to send their daughter into the slop!’ Dave said.
Charmaine was starting to look more anxious now. She leant forward and rubbed her tattoo once again. She ran her fingernails over the tops of her bare feet and up her legs. She sat up once again, her hands resting on her knees. ‘Surely her mum can’t be that lucky and get another questions right’ she thought to herself.
Emma, on the other hand, had a bit more belief in Lucy. She could see her mum, Charlotte, was getting flustered and panicking a little after getting the second question wrong. She couldn’t believe after losing all the games, she had still not been dunked. She ran a hand through her short hair and returned it to her lap, rubbing her firm, athletic legs.
Dave asked the last, deciding question. ‘What it the name of the superhero who’s arch enemy is Lex Luthor?’
Immediately both mums pushed their buzzers, but the light above Charlotte’s head shone, showing that she pushed her buzzer first. Once again, Emma sank her head in her hands, shaking her head and crying ‘Noooo!’ Charmaine was already laughing as she looked over at her mum in the gunge tank, her hand returned to the lever by her side.
‘Charlotte, what is your answer?’ Dave asked.
‘Erm, it’s Superman but I can’t remember his, erm, real name…’ Charlotte replied.
‘I need an answer!’ pressed Dave.
‘Oh no. I can’t think… Something Kent…’ stuttered Charlotte.
‘Something Kent? That starts with s!’ Dave said.
‘Mr Kent?’ Charlotte pleaded.
I don’t think I’ll accept that!’ Dave said to Emma’s relief. ‘Lucy, do you know?’
‘Clark Kent!’ said Lucy confidently.
‘That’s right! I’ll have that!! Oh dear, Charmaine, what are we going to do with you?’
‘Erm nothing?’ Charmaine pleaded as she shook her head.
She scrunched her toes and held her knees as the audience cried ‘Crank her up!’
Lights started flashing and a whirring noise started as Charmaine’s chair reached the top.
‘You just wait there, Charmaine – we’ll deal with you in a bit.’ Dave said. ‘As for you, Charlotte. Mr Kent?’
‘I know. That’s so unfair. At least I won all the games.’ Charlotte’s competitive spirit was still there. ‘Just not the most important one! I can’t believe I didn’t get a single question right!’
‘And as for you, Emma. How do you feel?’ Dave asked.
‘Brilliant! I’m so relieved! I was sure I was going to get dunked! I’m so happy!’ The joy was clearly visible on Emma’s face. She was smiling like she was when she first walked out at the beginning of the show.
‘Now you have a decision to make, Emma,’ Dave explained, ‘by your side is a lever. It is up to you whether you want to punish your mum for turning the tables on you and having you sit above the gunk dunk. If you do want to punish your mum, pull that lever and it’ll release the gunge above your mum’s head.’
Charlotte nervously looked up at the gunge tank above her and swung her slim legs as she shuffled on her stool.
‘Mum,’ Emma started, ‘I came here to dunk you and instead I’ve been covered in brown gunge, blue gunge, gravy and beans. I think it’s time you got covered in something disgusting. I’m not sorry for doing this!’ And with that, Emma pulled on the lever.
A klaxon sounded and Charlotte sat up straight on her stool. She stretcher her arms up and held her hands out in an almost victorious pose as the red gunge cascaded down on her head. The goo came into contact with her tied back blonde hair and sprayed out on the clear walls of the gunge tank. Charlotte move her head around under the gunge stream to make sure she got a good soaking. Although she was disappointed not to have dunked Emma, she was graceful in defeat. The gunge covered her face and dripped off her nose and chin. She leant forward and wiped the gunge from her eyes with her hands. The gunge torrent continued to flow down the back of her head, down her hair and over her back. The thin material of the t-shirt stuck to her soaking back. She could feel her underwear become clammy as the gunge rushed over and into it. The flow of gunge slowed down and Charlotte sat up straight once again. The gunge splattered onto her lap and she held her hand out in front of her to catch it. When her hands were overflowing with gunge, she rubbed it over her face and hair, then moved her hands back to catch the final dribbles of gunge as it came out. The red goo dripped from her features as she sat shivering on her stool. She rubbed the slime into her toned legs and stretched them out in front of her. Her shins were untouched by the gunge, so she pushed the gunge that had pooled in her lap over her legs to ensure that she was completely covered. She curled and waggled her bare toes. Her feet were red with gunge which dripping from her heels and toes as she moved her feet about in the air in front of her. The bottom of the tank had filled with the sticky red slime. She smiled and looked up at Emma who has laughing and clearly enjoying seeing her mum get gunge. Charlotte dunked her feet back into the gunge puddle at the bottom of the tank and continued to rub the red slime into her skin as Dave carried on with the game finale.
‘How did that make you feel, Emma?’ Dave asked.
‘Brilliant! Thank you Dave!’ Emma replied, her laughing subsided and relief now on her face as she looked down at the gunk dunk and then at the very pale looking Charmaine, who was shaking in fear.
‘Charmaine! As for you,’ Dave shifted the focus onto the very scared looking Charmaine. One of her hands was on her ankle still rubbing her foot and her tattoo, the other nervously biting her fingernails. ‘You came here to dunk your poor mum into the gunge, but instead, here she is about to dunk you. You take advantage of free make-overs at your mum’s beauty salon, now it’s time for your mum to give you the ultimate make-over. Lucy, pull that leave and get your own back!’
‘Yey!’ Lucy shouted as she waved at Charmaine and pulled the lever in front of her.
‘Noooooooo!’ cried Charmaine.
Sparks flew from either side of Charmaine’s chair as it made its way agonisingly slowly toward the gunge. Charmaine moved her hands to her knees and curled her perfectly pedicured toes as she braced herself for the dunking. As she reached the second notch of the ramp, a torrent of blue and yellow gunge came falling down from above. Charmaine rode straight through the gunge waterfall, the gunge splattered her toes and hands. She ran her messy hands over her knees, smearing the goo as her head went under the falling gunge. She closed her eyes, knowing that her perfect makeup was now covered and she could feel her lovely loose blonde hair that was perfectly styled now flat against her head covered in the horrible sticky gunge.
Charmaine opened her eyes to see where she was on the ramp. Her chair was now at the bottom. She didn’t have time to react as the chair came to a halt and tipped forward dumping its contents, the lovely Charmaine, into the gunk dunk. Like a cannonball, Charmaine held onto her knees with her hands and allowed the momentum from the ramp and the tipping chair to throw her into the gunge. Eyes still open, the last thing she saw was her laughing mother by the side of the gunk dunk before she was completely submerged in the gunge. Eventually, her head resurfaced. Her messy feet were slipping on the slick floor of the gunk dunk. She looked up once again at her mum. A torrent of yellow and white gunge erupted from above her head. Charmaine was already completely covered in gunge and she stood under the cascading slime taking her comeuppance. Standing in the gunk dunk, her big boobs were bobbing on the surface. She lifted her hands out from under the gunge and cleared her eyes and face. The gunge had stopped falling from above, to Charmaine’s relief.
Charmaine assessed her position. Every inch of her was covered in gunge, the thin material of the GYOB t-shirts and shorts had offered no protection. She looked down and could see down her top that her bra was covered in gunge. She could feel it running over and between her big breasts. She crouched down and submerged her breasts so that only her head was above the gunge. She felt her bare tummy and boobs beneath her t-shirt whilst under the gunge. They were completely saturated – her nipples began to harden as the cold slimy ran inside her bra. She could feel the gunge squelching in her knickers. She didn’t dare put her hand inside her shorts to check, but she could feel the slippery slime goo on the bare skin of her bum and private parts.
She leant back and floated on the gunge like a starfish. She had seen so many people do this in the gunk dunk when she watched Get Your Own Back on TV and now it was her chance. It did feel strangely wonderful. But also very disgusting. She waggled her pretty toes as they poked out of the gunge. It felt horrible, gunge trickling through her toes, but much better than the peas, she thought. She let her feet fall back to the bottom of the gunk dunk and she stood up once again. She ran her hand through her hair scraping the goo from it.
‘Congratulations to our winner today, Lucy, who managed to get her own back on her daughter Charmaine.’ Dave said as he started to bring the show to a close.
‘So be nice to each other out there, otherwise you too could end up like Charmaine and dunked in me gunge! Bye-bye everyone! Bye-bye!!’ Dave waved goodbye at the camera and audience.
A messy Charmaine waved as the camera panned from Dave to her, then to a happy smiling Lucy. The camera moved to Charlotte, who has still playing in the gunge tank, kicking the slime about with the bare feet and rubbing the gunge into her legs and then finally to a triumphant Emma, sitting pretty above the gunk dunk.
The end credits rolled showing the gungings from the games and then finally, another view of Charmaine cannonballing into the murky purple gunge pit with her mum laughing in the background.
