Fiona was excited - she was going to finally meet the guy she'd been chatting with on the net for months, and he'd promised that she'd have a great time.

For some time, she'd been having fantasies about a magazine she'd read, and this was going to be her opportunity to live them out for real - the excitement was building as she tried to guess what might happen.

Ever since the day she'd found that old copy of Splosh magazine, she'd been aroused by the idea of getting all messy in her clothes - and in particular by having them all filled up with food and similar gungy stuff. She had thought about just doing it by herself, but it felt too silly to do, and so she'd decided to wait until she met someone she could try it with. Today was the day!

She'd dressed sensibly - a brown cord skirt, blue top and some smart shoes; nothing too sexy, nothing too plain. She wasn't really sure how well the clothes would survive the treatment they were about to get, but she had brought a spare outfit along in her bag, just in case.

As she neared the house, her excitement was building to a peak - sexual arousal was making her stomach turn flip-flops, and her breath was coming more quickly. As she pressed the doorbell, she wasn't sure if she should turn and run, or just stand there and hope for the best - eventually she convinced herself to stay, she was so turned on she'd never forgive herself if she backed out.

The door opened and she saw the guy she was going to give up control to for the next few hours - he looked just like the photo he'd sent, but in the photo he'd not had a thick cream pie in his left hand! Before she could stop him he pulled his arm back and pushed the whole pie right in to her face, blinding her with cream...

As the topping and filling smeared over her face and began to drop onto her formerly clean top, she reached up and wiped her eyes, so she could see again. Looking down, she could see the dollops of pie clinging to her shirt, over her breasts - as she stood there completely surprised, she felt it begin to soak through her top and her bra underneath, on to her skin.

He reached out and pulled her inside by the arm, closing the door behind her. She got her first look at the kitchen next to the front door.... Every available surface was covered in various types of messy food stuffs: custard, eggs, rice pudding, chocolate syrup, baked beans, she couldn't take it all in.

The anger she'd felt at being pied on the front door evaporated in a wave of arousal as she realised that all her fantasies were about to come true - no matter what happened, she was going to be absolutely covered in the contents of that kitchen, there was too much of it to be a limited mess...

He took her overnight bag from her, put it safely in the living room and lead her straight back into the kitchen. She realised there was going to be no escape, no delaying the inevitable. Her stomach was in knots as he reached for a large carton of custard, ripped the top off and approached her... She held her breath as he reached out to pull her top away from her chest, and glanced down at her breasts encased in their lycra bra. She gasped as he moved the carton over the top of her chest and slowly, slowly started to pour....

END OF PART ONE