Always Room For Jello, by Messy Muddy Mike (Michael.R.Howes@CDC.NET) This story is completely fiction. Any of the persons, places, time, portrayed in this story relating to any such in real life is 100% unintentional (See epilogue). The story contains some instances of sexual arousal. If this offends you, please do not read any further. This story is completely public domain. Feel free to distribute to all your friends. Hey there, it's Tanya again. I have got to tell you what happened to me the other day. I was walking through the mall, to pick up some new tights for an aerobics class I had later that day. When I got to the main concourse of the mall, there it was; a huge vat of red jell-o, with a huge pool slide set-up next to it. I had gotten messy many times since my cousin's graduation party years ago, but it had always been in the mud. Never in anything else. Julie has suggested a few times trying something different, but we never did. Seeing all that jell-o just got the juices flowing. I asked a woman what was going on. She indicated that a charity event was about to happen. For a donation, people got slide into the vat of 500 gallons of raspberry jell-o. Oh, I had to try this. But wait, what about my clothes? How was I going to get home? Then it came to me. My gym bag with my workout stuff was in the car. Perfect. I could just change into them when I was done. I ran over to the registration table ( I really ran. In fact I nearly knocked an elderly woman on her but.), and paid $25 dollars, the minimum donation. The woman at the desk took my name, address, and all that stuff, asked my to sign a liability waiver, and gave me my number. #45. She said that they will call the numbers in lots of 10, so I should listen for 41 through 50. She also indicated that the local fire department would provide showers in the parking lot after I was done. I nodded, and ran back to get a good spot to watch the first person slide in. That day I had worn a blouse, skirt, pantyhose and high heels, all in white. Things started to get under way. The first few people to slide in were kids. The jell-o was still clumpy, so the kids hardly sank into jell-O. Next were a couple to high school girls, wearing shorts and t-shirts. They sank easily into the jell-o, however little to none of the Jell-O stuck to them or their clothes. Their clothes didn't even become stained. This was not looking good. I just kept hoping that the jell-o would melt some, so that it would be gooey, and slippery. I watched person after person slide in . Things were going slow, mainly because to p.a. system they were using wasn't working right, and they would have adjust it every very five minutes. This extra time gave the jell-o a chance to melt some. I was getting excited. I couldn't wait to plunge my body into the stuff. Finally, they called my group. They had us line up in numerical order. The woman in front of me caught my eye. She was about my age, and was not dressed like the rest of the people. All the others were jumping in wearing old jeans or shorts and t-shirts. Nothing on there feet, no socks, shoes, tights, etc. Not the woman in front of me. She was wearing a light blue leotard and powder blue tights. I stuck up a brief conversion with her. She said that this was her first time doing this, and that it had been a fantasy to doing something like this. I confided that it was the same for me. She was next. She went up onto this small stage, gave her name, the amount of her donation, and proceeded up the steps to the top of the slide. When she got there, she just sat there for a minute, and pushed off. She slid down quite quickly, and splash! Pieces of jell-o flew in different directions. When the jell-o settled, there she was sitting chest deep in to red Jell-O. She got up on all fours, and crawled to the edge of the vat, where she was helped out. When she stepped out, her tights and leotard had turned a reddish purple color. As she walked away, little pieces of the red stuff would fall off of her. This was just to much to take. I was next. I walked up on stage, and gave my name and donation amount, then walked towards the slide. I stopped when I got there, and started to kick off my shoes. But I changed my mind at the last minute. I carefully climbed up, and stopped, sitting at the top. Everyone in the crowd started to shout for me to go in head first, as they had done with other others. None of the others did. But I was going to be different. I pointed my head forward, and slide down. Just before I hit the jell-o I closed my eyes. I hit jell-o, and all I could hear was the squishing sound of the jell-o passing around my head. When I stopped, and I was completely submerged below the surface. I swam around the jell-o briefly. I sat up, and shook some of the jell-o off my head, wiping my eyes. I looked down, and I saw that my blouse and bra were completely red, and fairly transparent. My nipples were as hard as rocks, and most of the people around the vat could see them poking though my blouse. I stood up, only to find out that I had lost both of my high heels. I got down on all fours, and started to look for them. Suddenly, the girl who had jumped before me, jumped back in, and helped me find them. We both looked at each other, smiled, and dove under the surface. We each swam around, looking for my shoes. We each found one. She handed me the one she found, and we stepped out of the vat. Each my shoes was filled with jell-o. I set each on the floor, careful no to spill any of the jell-o, and stepped into each one. Jell-o oozed out around my feet, making a weird squishing sound. As we walked away, I left a trail of jell-o from my shoes. As we walked along the path towards the exit of the mall , we passed a store with a full length mirror. What a sight, two grown women covered in red jell-o, clothes sticking tightly to our slim torsos. We both just burst out laughing. As we cleaned up outside, we talked a little more. I found out her name was Janet, and that she had been dying to do this for years, but could never get up the nerve. After we hosed off, we changed, and went back to her place. I told her about the fun I had playing in the mud, and she expressed a real interest. Another convert. We promised that we would have to enjoy future experiences together. Epilogue: This story is fiction. The idea for it came from an event that really did happen. Every year, they have a jell-o jump for the Children's Leukemia Foundation of Michigan. The event takes place at the Universal Mall in Warren, Michigan, and usually happens in July or August. If you live in the area, check it out. -------------------------------------- Back to Shokolada's Messy Stories archive