We return from Commercial

When the show returned from commercial, Jordan’s backside was still glistening with honey, Danielle’s face was covered and it was dripping off her nose, her hair everywhere. Danielle had her face between Jordan’s cheeks and was sucking up the Honey that had pooled there as the audience counted down the last few seconds. There was no way that Danielle was going to get the rest of the honey off in the time remaining and Jordan knew it. Once the end klaxon sounded, Jordan clambered to her feet, honey running down her legs and was feeling flushed not only from the feeling of honey which had soaked her underwear but also the sensations of of her of her friends licking and sucking on her sensitive skin.

“Oh Dear”, said Holly walking the losing girls back to the sofa, “That’s a second game lost and a second gunging for our blushing bride Beth. How do you feel Beth?”

“Sticky” Beth replied.

“Oh that’s good”, said Holly, “we like sticky, that way these will stick to you.” Holly pressed the button again and this time a load of white and grey feathers fell into the tank. They stuck to the eggy mixture already covering Beth turning her into a misshapen mess. She spluttered and pulled feathers from her eyes and out of the corners of her mouth. At least her chest was covered, although she was not looking to heading back to the hotel looking like this. Even worse she had no idea how she was meant to wash it all off without slogging the hotel drains.

“Three tasks down, and already your hens have let you down twice. Once more and you’re not getting that weekend in Amsterdam”. Holly reminded Beth as well as the viewing audience, “Hopefully now you look far more like a hen, your hen party will step up their game”

Holly pulled the next waiting hen off the sofa and over to where a covered tureen was waiting. This hen party member was called Sofia and was wearing a lacy white bra with black trousers.

“A important part of any wedding is the reception toast. And you can’t have toast with this…” Holly opened the tureen to reveal eight sticks of butter. “Butter! You can’t have toast without butter. All you have to do is secrete this butter inside your clothes to win and keep your hopes of going to Amsterdam alive. Sound easy, well of course you’ve got to lose the trousers first!”

Sofia removed her trousers to reveal white lacy panties, at the starting klaxon, she grabbed two sticks of butter and shoved them down the front of her panties. She was surprised at how soft they were. In order to get the sticks fully in her panties, without anything sticking out, she had to squish them up. She next picked up four of the sticks and pulling the back of her panties out, dumped them over her own bottom. By pulling on the knickers from behind, she had pulled the front inwards, meaning that the butters was being **** against her most sensitive skin. The front of her panties were now turning yellow and oozing.

With no more room in her panties, Sofia tried to fill her bra with the final two sticks, however as she wasn’t willing to remove her bra and expose her breasts to fill the empty cups, she found it hard to stuff the soft butter between her breasts and the bra cups. She had to settle for breaking one stick into two pieces and shoving half into each cup, turning her bra yellow. For the final stick she had **** but to return to the front of her panties and frantically pushed it down, forcing the already present butter lower, into her gusset and she even felt some of it enter her. She just managed to get the last of it in when the end klaxon went.

“If any of you boys are interested later on, this girl come with her own lubrication”, Holly teased leading the oily but very happy Sofia back to the sofa. Holly then turned to the final member of the hen party, Kim.

“Kim, it’s all square, it all depends on you, which is rather fitting as I believe you are the matron of honour is that right?” Kim, wearing a plain white bra and white miniskirt just nodded, “Now it’s the main job of the Matron of Honour to look after the bride to be and keep her out of trouble. So come with me..”

Holly lead Kim over to the gunge tank where the egg & feather covered Beth was sat. “Considering that you were the one who wrote to us asking about gunging Beth on her hen night, I think it’s fair to say that her situation is entirely you fault, wouldn’t you agree audience?” The Audience cheered. “So I think it’s time that you did your duty and protected poor little Beth here. To win the trip to Amsterdam for you and your friends, all you have to do is take Beth’s place and let us dump the last three tanks on you!” This time, Beth cheered louder than the assembled audience.

Kim really did not want to be gunged but after what the other girls had already done for the holiday, she felt she had **** and to the audience’s approval, agreed to take Beth’s place in the gunge tank. Beth happily left her humiliating prison to be replaced by Kim. Beth was no longer concerned about her toplessness, as the feathers covered everything, she moved over to the sofa and joined the rest of her Hen party in watching Kim get messy.

“Kim, how are you feeling? Comfy in there?” asked Holly

“Yeah, this is the most relaxing seat ever!” joked Kim.

“There’s one other thing, before you have properly replaced Beth isn’t there?” asked Holly, “After all, Beth, your best friend Beth, she was topless wasn’t she?”

Kim’s jaw dropped, there was no way she was going to get her breasts out on tv. The crowd was shouting encouragement for her to remove her bra and her friends were cheering her on, after everything they had gone through they weren’t going to let her avoid the humiliation and make them miss out on the holiday.

Reluctantly Kim removed her bra, revealing that it was heavily padded and that her breasts were a lot smaller than they had originally appeared.

“After putting your friends through all kinds of messy fun, it’s you that’s most unwilling to take it, Isn’t it Ironic?” teased Holly, “Why it’s like raaaaaain on your wedding day….” Holly burst into song as she pressed a button dumping cold water over the prone Kim. Kim was immediately soaked, her carefully styled hair ruined and hung limply over her shoulders, her trousers & panties were soaked and clammy feeling, but worst of all, with the cold her nipples were now stood to attention.

“Oh dear, you’re looking rather cold there,” said Holy with mock concern, “You’re almost turning blue. Don’t worry we can help with that.” Holly pressed another button as thick blue gunge fell over Kim. The thick sludge fell over Kim’s half naked body, as much as the feeling against her skin disgusted her, Kim was at least happy that she had some covering for her breasts.

“After all this, at least you can all look forward to a WHITE WEDDING”, said Holly as Kim ducked to head to try and avoid the expected white gunge from above. She was caught by surprise however when thick cream was squirted out of hidden nozzles in the corners of the gunge tank structure. She took a shot right to the face and had to spit some out. Within seconds she was covered in the thick white substance.

“Looks like our Hens are off to Amsterdam after all”, said Holly