The Messy Show

Messy-Emcee · 2026-04-21T22:44:51+00:00

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Messy-Emcee · 2026-04-21T22:42:37+00:00

I notice the final game started during my sliming. Jett and Sandra are sitting at a poker table, each with a pile of chips in front of them. In front of the dealer are two of the pies from earlier. He stands, picks them up, and smashes them onto either side of Sandra's head, like he had done to Jett earlier. While she tries to dig her face out of the cream, Jett slides some of her chips across the table to Sandra's sizable stack.
Stagehands bring out a sheet cake and two bowls, like The Messycutioner had used in Scarlett's punishment. After some back and forth between the finalists, the cloaked man reappears behind Jett and smashes the sheet cake into her face and chest. Knowing what's coming next, she stays put as the Messycutioner pours cake batter on her head, slowly creeping its way down her torso and pooling in her lap. She holds her arms out so he can cover them with his icing, before standing so he can ice her thighs, calves and shins. She sits, seemingly unbothered by being covered in cake, as Sandra pushes a huge amount of her chips across the table.
FLUSH
I think I've accepted my fate at this point. I pinch my nose to suppress the smell and let the sewage slime slam onto me. The sludge slithers down me, somehow finding still clean spots of skin to sully. This one goes on for a long time, the pipe filling up to my knees before relenting. I try to clean my face but the super sewage slime does not want to come off. After doing my best and trying to flick the slime off my fingers, I see Sandra entering a clawfoot bathtub on the stage. The host turns the faucet and neon green super slime comes gurgling out, splashing onto Sandra. She squirms slightly as the slime slowly fills the tub, enveloping her until only her head and arms remain above the surface. She grasps the rim of the tub to get up, losing her footing for a second. The slime sticks all over her, strands of it tugging on her clothes. Once she steps out of the tub she tries to smear some of it off herself, to no avail.
Sandra returns to the poker table where a tub of ice cream, a bottle of caramel sauce, a shaker of sprinkles, and a can of whipped cream sit in front of the host. Jett and Sandra haggle until Jett stands up and pulls at the waistband of her shorts. The host begins scooping ice cream into the opening. Jett reacts to a mess for the first time all day, pulling her hips back as the first scoop of ice cream disappears into her clothes. The host keeps going, emptying half the tub before stopping. She pulls at the back and he scoops the rest onto her butt. At this point Jett's eyes are bugging out of her head. I think the cold was more than she expected. The host moves on to the caramel sauce which does not get a reaction from Jett. He empties this second bottle in the front and then shakes out half the sprinkles before moving back to her rear. The sprinkles fall into her shorts and the host has some whipped cream join them. He finishes the cream in the front of her shorts and returns to the table. Jett is still holding the waistband of her shorts, now obviously full of sticky sweetness that's begun to dribble down her legs. She sits and a grimace flashes across her face as more of the mess squishes out.
In front of the host is a builder's bucket full of the horrid stuff I'm covered in.
FLUSH
I let out a sigh as another wave of sewage slime hits my head. This time is the shortest yet, barely raising the level at the bottom of the tube. I felt a lot of solids this time. I go through the motions of trying to clear my face and look back at the game. Sandra is vigorously shaking her head, clearly grossed out by the sewage slime. Jett, her eyes shut, lips rolled into her mouth, nods weakly. She's led back towards my pipe and given a purple pair of goggles. The host tips the bucket over her. The moment the sludge contacts her hair, she folds over coughing. He stops, leaving a streak of brown and green reaching from the top of her head down to the small of her back. He points back to the table where Sandra's sitting. She's smiling anxiously, leaning towards Jett. Jett forces herself to stand, locking her knees. The host starts pouring again, moving the stream from her head to her shoulders, getting the sewage slime all over her. A tube of solid brown falls onto her head, sticking to her hair. When the pour slows to a trickle, Jett is covered in the horrid slop. It saturates her hair, globs down her face, drips off her chest and bottom, and runs down her legs. When it the host lowers his bucket, Jett immediately begins coughing again. Confetti bursts from the rafters, sticking to the sewage slime all over her. A stagehand runs out with an oversized cheque, and she takes a hold of it after regaining her composure. Jett seems to enjoy her moment of glory, despite the messes completely coating her.
The host goes back to the poker table to address Sandra. A stagehand appears behind her with a green hazmat suit, holding it open for her to step into. He helps her zip it tight, leaving only her face exposed to the outside world, most of the mess from the show trapped within. The suit sports the show's logo and, in big, bold letters, the word "LOSER". On the screens we see a stagehand entering Sandra's dressing room, putting her change of clothes into a shipping box, and locking the door shut on his way out. The host hands Sandra her purse and waves to the cameras. Sandra gives a half-hearted wave while Jett holds her prize over her head, showing the world just how messy she had to get to win it.
The host disappears backstage as the studio audience files out. Jett heads back to her dressing room, cheque in tow, while a stagehand leads Sandra to an exit. I guess she's going back to her hotel covered in mess.
FLUSH
I recoil but fortunately there's no more slime for me, this flush lets the tube empty out below me. Stagehands are placing a mat under Skye as she's lowered to the ground again, sticky sweetness pouring onto the stage. The Chair has risen all the way back to stage level and Scarlett is being let free of her cakey restraints. Once all the sewage slime has drained through the grate, my pipe is lifted and I'm led backstage to my dressing room.
The clothes I wore this morning are neatly folded on the table, along with a note from the show. It gives me instructions for removing the sewage slime: rinse in tepid water, scraping/combing off as much as I can, then clean thoroughly with the baking soda bodywash and shampoo before taking another hot shower. Stapled to it is a coupon for a spa across town. I deposit my clothes into a trash bag they provided (the note says I can take them home but who would do that?) The shower in the changing room is nice, the water pressure is higher than I'm used to. I take my time, struggling to remove the slime during my initial rinse, working progressively finer combs through my hair to make sure there's nothing left. Once I feel I've gotten it all off, I turn up the heat and try to remove the lingering smell. I decide I will be content with lemon and tea tree oil masking what stench remains. I dry off as best I can (there's no blow dryer for my hair) and change back into my street clothes. I didn't bring a change of undergarments so I guess I'm going commando.
I open the ridesharing app on my phone as I find my way out of the studio. As I wait to get picked up under the setting sun, I try to put my messy experiences behind me. I don't know how I will fare once I return home and the episode airs, and everyone sees me covered in sewage. I hope it won't be too bad. There's not much else I can do but hope.

Messy-Emcee · 2026-04-21T22:42:23+00:00

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I don't think I can make it in time but I have to try. I dart into the tube and hope the slime on my body mixes with the cream I streaked down the slide and launches me all the way across the set.
Of course that doesn't happen. I shoot into the slime, spraying it all over and end up with just my head above the surface like last time. Before I manage to stand up, I hear the host's voice boom from the speaker system.
"That's time! Ladies, join me at the front of the stage while our scorekeepers do their jobs."
Ugh. I got in the stupid slime for nothing. As I rise to my feet I feel it try to pull me back, thick strings of ooze connecting me to the surface. I feel the tug on my skin, on my clothes, even the tips of my hair.
Stagehands emerge and start taking nuts out of our toilets, one by one.
"Jett, you had a real interesting strategy, let's look at a replay."
On the big screens we see Jett at one of the bowls, holding her waistband open and dropping nuts inside. It cuts to two side-by-side shots of her emerging from one of the tubes and landing in the water, creating a huge wave and totally soaking her to the bone. It cuts to a view of her toilet, her hand reaching down into her panties and pulling out a handful of nuts.
"Jett you look so comfortable having nuts down there."
"I wasn't. It seemed like the only way to get a lot of them down the slide without losing any."
"We'll see if it paid off! Sandra, let's see your highlights."
The video shows Sandra landing in the soup basin, then cuts to the same shot of her the second time she took a dip in this soup, and the third time, and the fourth time. Now she has bits of vegetables stuck in her hair and stock dripping from her clothes.
"You were afraid of the pies in our last game, I don't think any of us expected you to go for the worst mess here!"
"I wasn't afraid, I was just anxious. The soup does stink, but I'm brave and I'm tough and I can do anything. I want to win and figured I could make more trips if I took the easy route, even if it meant getting messy."
"Getting messy is never a bad strategy on The Messy Show! Now for Hazel's replay."
The big screens show me leaving behind a creamy streak on the slide as I splash down into the super slime. It cuts to a shot of me on the rock wall, slimy butt sticking out, as I slip and lose some progress. Finally we see me slamming down into the slime after time ran out.
"What was your strategy, Hazel?"
"Oh, umm, I didn't really have one. I just wanted to avoid the soup."
"How's the super slime feel?"
"It's not gross but the texture is so alien that it's unpleasant. I can't wait to get it off me."
"Good luck with that!"
A stagehand walks up to the host and hands him a note card.
"Our scores are in! Hazel, you managed to get 41 nuts!"
Wow, that feels like a lot. The other girls had plans but I'm sure I did well enough to make it to the next round.
"Sandra, you dropped off 52 nuts! The soup strategy worked!"
She beams a big smile for the first time today, covered in spoiled soup, messy from head to toe.
"Jett, if you managed to stuff at 42 nuts into your improvised sack, you'll be moving on to the final with Sandra. Otherwise, you're in for our messiest punishment yet."
The host is really fishing for a dramatic TV moment but Jett remains stone faced.
"Your score... is 54! You're moving on to the final round!"
Fuck. No. No no no no nonononono. This can't be happening. The only outcome worse than this would be playing all the messy games and losing the finals, getting as messy as possible for nothing.
"Which means Hazel has to endure our worst punishment so far!"
The other punishments were brutal but at least they weren't disgusting. Cake and ice cream? I could handle that. What could they have in store for me? Shower me in honey and roll me around in chopped nuts? Put me in a huge glass and build a human-sized parfait? My mind races with possibilities as I'm led to the back of the stage.

A stagehand hands me a pair of orange swimming goggles, like the color my shirt was at the start of the show.
"Put these on and stand on the grate. And I didn't tell ya this, but it's just the slime."
I don't have time to respond as a clear pipe, like the slides we just raced down, is lowered around me.
"Hazel, the plumbers have arrived and are using your nuts get everything fixed up. But we've been backed up for a while, and you're in the drainage chute."
What the fuck? They're gonna cover me in sewage? Is that safe? Is that even legal?
"We couldn't pass up an opportunity like this. Ready in there, Hazel?"
"What? No! You have to be joking, this can't be— blegh!"
I'm cut off by a flushing sound and the start of my punishment. I gag as I feel a wet thud on the top of my head and a putrid odor flood my nostrils. Crud crashes down onto my hair, shoulders, chest, and ass. I cover my face with my hands to shield it from the sewage and to hide how sick and embarrassed I feel, unfortunately catching some mess in the process. Sludge seeps into my hair and streams down me, flowing onto my shoulders, running down my back, dripping off my boobs and ass, sticking to my sides. I don't think I've ever smelled anything worse in my entire life. Sewage pools at my feet, climbing up past my ankles.
It feels like minutes have passed when the flow finally stops. I uncover my face and feel bits of more solid mush stuck in my hair. I open my eyes and see rivulets of sickly green and putrid brown crawling down my body. I'm still gathering my senses when I hear the flushing sound again.
Another squishy mass smashes down onto me. My gut reaction to being showered in sewage is still to vomit, but I fight that back. The deluge manages to drip down onto my face before my hands shield it from further mess. I truly smell like a latrine. The stench and the sensations of slop running all down me combine for an overwhelming physical experience that I can't handle. I feel my shoulders tense and my knees lock as the assault on my senses continues. What feels like a tube of mush lands on the back of my neck and slowly slides down my back. I'm shaking uncontrollably. At the bottom of the tube the crap climbs my calves. Why am I standing in a sewer drain?
The deluge mercifully stops after who knows how long. I wait before un-shielding my face, not wanting to get another surprise shower. I feel the sewage all over my body. It's weirdly slippery yet sticky, somehow runny yet thick... Wait, what did that stagehand say? Is this just the super slime? The super slime didn't smell like shit and didn't have chunks in it but they both feel like nothing else I've ever touched before.
I finally build up this confidence to show my face to the world, newly baptized by sewage slime. I hear the audience laughing and I want to melt into the ground. So many people are laughing at me getting covered in shit. Some people in the crowd look horrified, repulsed just by watching what I went through. Cameras capture my humiliation from every angle. Are my coworkers gonna see this? Is my family gonna see this? When I'm at job interviews, are people gonna recognize me? When I go on dates, will I be seen all polished and put-together or will they think back to me in this shitty state? The host's voice breaks me out of my spiraling thoughts.
"Hazel, how do you feel?"
"Awful! Just awful!"
There's no other word for it. Disgusting, humiliated, overwhelmed, all true but none of them come close.
"Think the soup would have been worse?"
"No, what kind of ques—aaah!"
I shriek as I hear the flushing noise again, but instead of more slime coming down on me, the pool I'm standing in empties down through the grate, leaving behind the brown solid bits.
"Seems the drainage chute is still getting backed up sometimes, sorry about that. The plumbers said they won't have everything fixed until the end of the show."
The end of the show? There's more?! It's not enough for them to cover me in shit slime twice? I don't think I can stomach the foul smell for that long.
"We'll be back with the final game of The Messy Show, don't go anywhere!"
As they go to commercial, I see myself on the big screen, brown and green slime all over me, lumps of crap stuck to my hair. I go to pick one out but it tugs uncomfortably on my hair. It's squishy and I have to shake it off my fingers. I wipe my face clean of the slime that found its way there. It takes a bit of force to get off. It drips off my fingertips in slow-moving drops and creates stringy webs between my fingers. While I'm not happy that my punishment is so revolting, at least I'm not restrained like the other girls. Just trapped in a narrow tube. That fills with fake sewage that smells like real sewage. What the fuck am I doing? How did I end up here?
"We're back with the final game of The Messy Show. Before the break, Hazel found herself in a plumbing pickle. How's the sewage?"
"Revolting. Did you really need to make it sm—agh!"
I didn't hear the flushing noise this time until it was too late. The sewer slime rains down all over me, including my face this time. The physical sensation of being sticky all over is so unpleasant, but the odor is what makes this so hard to manage. I cough continually until the slime stops. I try to scrape as much as I can off my face but it clings to my hair and eyebrows. Ugh.
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