The evening started out like many others. Anette and Clara were busy studying, though Hannah was out of the house to stay with her parents for a few days. As the sun was starting to get low on the horizon, Anette's stomach started grumbling loudly. As neither of the girls were really up for cooking after a long day of study, they decided to just get takeout at an all-round place where they are regulars. They both went for their standard orders, Anette for an extra-large burger with extra bacon, and Clara going for a more subtle noodle soup with a salad. When the time had come for the food to be picked up Anette volunteered. "You got the food last time, right? Just get out a good movie or something while I'm gone, so we have something to watch during dinner."
When Anette arrived at the restaurant though, she was in for quite the surprise. There had been a mix-up at the restaurant, a glitch in the software or something, which had meant that her order had been messed up. Instead of their regular small bag there were three large boxes full of food. Anette's first response was to only accept a small part of it, but the takeout employee said that they would have to throw the rest of the food away, per corporate regulations due to food safety, so she might as well grab all of it. Most of it could keep quite a while. Never being one to say no to free food, Anette accepted, quietly glad for the bad weather, which had led to her taking the car for this relatively short journey.
So there they are, sitting on either side of the low dinner table, with the most massive pile of takeout food between them that they have ever seen in one place. Anette, a short athletic girl, with nicely cropped black hair, is already digging through the boxes to find the best food to eat while the food is still hot. "Hmm, I originally was just going to have a burger, but with all of this, we can make a true feast!"
"So, are you having a pizza, a burger, or are you going to do something ungodly like putting a pizza in a burger?" Clara, a blonde girl of average height, long legs, and a curvy body, replies casually.
"Oooh, that gives me an idea!" Anette said excitedly. Knowing Anette, this was likely to be some crazy stupid idea, but then again, they had a giant pile of food in front of them, so a crazy idea might not be the end of the world. Still, Clara couldn't manage more of a reply than "If it is an idea like you normally have, I'm scared." She couldn't help but be a bit curious though, as to what her creative mind could do with a situation like this. Anette continued. "Hear me out. Both of us try to make as good of a dish as possible by combining the things we have. The one with the better meal wins!" She had that pleading look on her face that made it so difficult to not go along with her, sometimes reckless and stupid, but always fun ideas.
"That's not a bad idea actually, it sounds like it could be fun. How do we decide which dish is better though? You are always going to say that yours is better, and I won't budge either, and it's not like we have a cooking show panel ready to taste and judge our creations."
Anette, quick as always, already has a response ready. "Hmm, how about this. The dish of which most is eaten by both of us combined, is the one that is better." Clara instantly saw through this though. "That's no fair, you eat way more than me, and you'll just eat your own dish, even if it's disgusting, just to win!"
"Well, what do you suggest then?" Anette shoots back. They both think for a minute, until Clara breaks the silence. Having come up with a brilliant idea, but trying to play it cool, Clara suggests "How about we take a picture of both dishes, and send it to Hannah. She can pick the winner. We can even leave out who made which one, so she won't be biased or anything."
"Fine, but if you think that is going to prevent me from winning, you are mistaken!" Anette challenges Clara, full of her fiery energy. "Three, two, one… go!" Anette doesn't wait to the end of the countdown though, and starts off at 'one' already, immediately grabbing several containers of food she was eyeing, before Clara has the time to react.
"Cheater~" Clara calls out, but the competition is already in full swing. Anette immediately starts putting as many types of delicious looking meats on her plate as possible, but quickly realizes that if she is going to grab one of everything, there is no way one plate will be big enough. Clara meanwhile is taking a more measured approach. She is gathering a collection of different colored foods, thinking about how to arrange them to make it look good for the picture.
Not content to let Anette get away with her antics, Clara is ready for some sweet escalation. When Anette heads to the kitchen to grab more plates to stack her mountain of meat on, Clara quickly grabs a full container of spaghetti Bolognese, and empties it over Anette's pile, covering it in red sauce and strands of spaghetti, and ruining the look. Hearing the commotion, Anette rushes back from the kitchen, with her new tableware. Seeing the result of the sabotage on her dish, she turns to Clara. "Oh no!~ you ruined my dish! Whatever shall I do now?~" Anette says in mock desperation, and shoving her new meat pile Bolognese to the side, lines up three new plates, which she begins distributing meat over. Seeing an opportunity, Clara interjects. "Wait, I feel like using so much food is cheating!"
"And what are you going to do about it, huh?" Comes the snarky reply from Anette. "How about we raise the stakes." A naughty gleam appears in Clara's eye. "The loser… has to cover themselves in their dish! That way, the more food you use, the bigger the risk. I'll let you stack as much as you want on that giant pile of yours, but you'll regret it!" Never one to back down, Anette instantly replies. "I'm Game! I can't wait to see you covered in whatever colorful artsy tasteless creation you're gonna come up with!"
With the stakes sufficiently raised, both girls focus intently on winning the competition. Anette bites on her tongue as she precariously balances a chicken wing on top of a pile of burgers. Clara meanwhile has started dressing her plate, combining three different colors of curry on one side, and three different colors of vegetables on the other, with a line of sweet potato fries in the middle, and alternating small heads of broccoli and cauliflower lining the edge. A few minutes later Clara and Anette agree they are finished.
They take a picture of Anette's pyramid of multicolored sauce-covered meat and Clara's flower-like artwork in the form of a dish. "You know we are asking what the better meal is, and not the better art right?" Says Anette.
"Hm-mm, but I think it is you that forgot something here." Clara can't even hide the massive grin on her face anymore at this point. "You totally forgot again… Hannah is vegetarian!"
Anette instantly turns pale. "Fuck! Uh… Hmm…" Clara's grin explodes into full-blown laughter, as Anette transitions the color scale from white to red. "Well.. my dish is still way better! Even a vegetarian would choose my dish over your food drawing!"
"Shall we find out?" Clara taunts Anette.
"Fine, go ahead." Comes the apprehensive reply from Anette.
"My pleasure~" Giggles Clara.
"If you don't mind, I'm going to eat some of my dinner now, before I have to wear it." Anette says dejectedly.
"Why don't you try some of mine, I'll guarantee you, it's delicious!" Clara winks at Anette.
It only takes a minute before their phones buzz almost simultaneously, signaling that Hannah has read their message and replied. "You want the honor to look first?" Clara playfully teases Anette. "Or would you rather me be the bearer of bad news?" Anette replies through a full mouth. "mghph, go ahead, I'm still very much enjoying my superior dish." Clara quickly grabs out her phone to confirm the results.
"What kind of party are you girls having without me!"
"Save some curry for me"
"And Clairs is the better meal"
"I mean, really An"
"How long do we know each other"
"I'm never going to choose the meat dish, as much as YOU love it :P"
"So, are you ready to face your forfeit?~" Clara is smirking at this point, basking in the victory, that sweet success. "I'm soooo going to enjoy this. I suggest we move to the bathroom for this part. I hope you're ready for a nice meat spa!" Anette's reply brings Clara back from the heavenly clouds of victory to the mortal plane. "How are you planning to get my dish to the bathroom though, I've eaten a lot of it, but it still doesn't fit on the plates separately." Clara doesn't plan on letting Anette get away lightly though, and quickly comes up with a solution, to let her still use the full dish without making too much of a mess. "We just bring the table, here, you grab that end, I'll take this one."
A few minutes and stubbed toes later, Anette is sitting on her knees in the bathtub, with the table full of takeout food next to her, and Clara leaning above her. She is wearing a casual loose white singlet over a black sports bra, and a pair of comfy grey sweatpants. "You ready for this?" Clara asks, in a more serious tone. "Yeah, go ahead." Anette replies nervously "You won fair and square, though you're mean for not reminding me Hannah doesn't like meat. You totally realized this when you suggested to raise the stakes didn't you?"
"Of course, I couldn't let an opportunity to get you back for all the times you cheated and beat us in our games go without payback." Clara says joyously. "Ugh, fine. I'm ready. Do your worst." Anette answers with a set determination in her voice. Clara takes this as a cue to get started. "Oh, I will. Let me start by just grabbing this nice and juicy patty, aaaand… drop it down your top!"
"Aah!" Anette yelps out in shock, as the warm patty leaves a fatty trail down her chest and singlet. "I thought you were going to dump it over me! not in my clothes!" As much as she is shocked, she doesn't seem offended. Clara takes this as a sign she can continue. "Oh, you have no idea how much fun I'm going to have with this, hehe. Let me scoop up a bunch of ketchup, get it all over my hands, and grab your cheeks. Of course, now I have ketchup all over my hands, might as well wipe it on your clothes, they're not going to stay clean much longer anyway."
"Are you really going to drag this out this much?" Anette says with a resigned sigh. "You want me to do more at once? Okay, how about this." Clara grabs a large handful of chicken nuggets, fries and sausages, pulls forward the front of Anette's sweatpants, revealing her black panties, and stuffs them in.
"Eeeek!" A shiver goes through Anette, as the fat soaks into her panties. "Oh, I am getting you back for that one, screw the forfeit." She reaches over to the table next to her and grabs a tube of garlic sauce. She aims the nozzle at Clara, and squeezes. The jet of sauce flies through the bathroom, and hits Clara before she can react, hitting her face, neck, chest and stomach, leaving a wet and sticky trail across her face and her red turtleneck. If Clara is put off by this, she doesn't show it. "Sneaky! but you're the one sitting in the bathtub next to the table full of food!" Clara replies, as she grabs a full container of curry, tears off the lid, and dumps it over Anette's head. The orange substance spreads out over her hair, running down her face, front and back, soaking her singlet and bra, and pooling by her legs, soiling her sweatpants. The curry also splashes all across the bathroom, leaving splatters on the floor and walls, and on Clara.
Before Anette has the time to react, Clara has grabbed a container of peanut sauce, and is using her hands to scoop it out and smear it all over Anette, covering her previously white singlet in large brown smears. "So, what are you thinking now? I bet you wish you didn't squirt that sauce at me, huh?" Clara taunts Anette's ruined figure. Anette is quick to reply though, showing no signs of weakness. "Hmm, no. I'm thinking you should get here in the bathtub with me so I can get you properly messy too." As she says this, she gently tugs on Clara's arm. Clara, not wanting to be a bad sport, replies favorably. "Fine, I'll join you. I mean, at this point we're both messy anyway, so I might as well."
This phrasing kind of sets Anette off. "We're both messy? We're both messy? I'm sensing a distinct lack of mess on you, which I intend to fix pronto!" As she says this, Anette grabs a tub of gravy, and splashes it all across Clara, soaking her turtleneck, the plain shirt underneath, and her jean shorts below, with some of it even dripping down her long skinny legs and being absorbed by her high socks. As she is still standing in front of the bathtub, much of the gravy splatters on the bathroom floor. Clara replies, somewhat shocked by the sudden escalation "And you're going to be the one to clean that up!" Anette defends herself against Clara. "As you didn't get in the tub in time, I was left with no other options, so it's fully your fault!"
Clara quickly leans over the tub, trying to get most of the gravy, which is now rapidly dripping off her clothes to fall into the tub (and not entirely by coincidence on top of Anette). As she is doing this however, the slippery gravy on the floor, together with the other food slop that has been building up on the edge of the bathtub, causes her to slip, and slide face-first into the tub, with her gravy-covered feet ending up in Anette's face, and her own face in the food slop in the bathtub. She quickly turns around out of the vulnerable position, sitting up straight across from Anette, but not before Anette manages to dump another full container of spaghetti and sauce on her back.
"There, that's what I was talking about" Anette gloats to Clara. "You should totally see how you look right now. It's a glorious mixture of disgusting, humiliating, and just the tiniest bit sexy." Clara looks Anette over and replies "I mean, I don't imagine I look very different from you right now, honestly."
"Hmmm, well, I think I can change that!" Anette says, as she reaches for the table, and just swipes a dozen or so still closed food containers into the tub. "Ouch! I wasn't expecting it to be that heavy!" She exclaims, as they land on her legs. Clara, meanwhile, has grabbed a tube of mayonnaise in each hand from the table, and as Anette is struggling to open the containers, starts spraying Anette with thick strings of the sauce.
Upon seeing the result, Clara says, somewhat guiltily and trying and failing to keep in a giggle "Oh my god, I didn't realize how suggestive that looks until I did it. You look like you've just had an… interesting time." Clara just manages to finish her sentence before bursting into laughter.
Anette, looking uncharacteristically flustered, quietly mumbles something inaudible, before retaliating with the now opened containers. She doesn't give Clara a moment's break as she dumps container after container of food over her. Chicken wings, doner, curry, ramen and more wash over Clara in waves, some of it Anette puts in her clothes, much of it is unceremoniously flung in her general direction, completely covering her.
When Anette finally runs out of containers, they both take some time to wipe the worst of the slop out of their faces, as they are now sitting in a thick layer of foodstuffs. "You should have considered the consequences before covering me in your filthy cum!" Anette calls out to Clara, when she has consolidated her thoughts and her position a bit. Upon hearing that Clara turns bright red. "I didn't…"
"Oh, you clearly meant it! Just as much as I really mean this!" Anette continues, as she grabs a big sausage, and jams it end first in Clara's mouth. "You like choking on my meat, huh, you like it?"
At this point Clara is redder than the tomato sauce covering her, and Anette is laughing heartily and infectiously. After spitting out the sausage, and being able to recover a bit, Clara replies. "I'm totally going to beat your meat with my eggplants!" As she takes a container of baked eggplant cubes and shoves them into the front of Anette's panties. This time it is Anette who is blushing, and not just because of the wordplay. The pressure of the elastic in her panties pressing the soft and mushy eggplant bits into her privates is really stimulating, as the warm slimy cubes try to enter her. She can't help but utter a little moan.
"You like the eggplant? How about a little cream then" Clara follows up by grabbing a can of whipped cream, pushing the tip in Anette's panties, and starting to squirt a large amount of whipped cream, filling them even more and increasing the pressure, while the vibrations caused by the can being emptied tease her through the liquid. This is enough to cause Anette to stop resisting, as she leans back and enjoys the sensation, moving her hand to her clit to start pleasuring herself.
"Ooooh, I didn't know you had a thing for being a cum dumpster hehe. I should totally share this new information with Hannah when she gets back."
"Shut up." Anette replies snarkily. "Besides, you didn't seem to mind choking on a sausage just a minute ago." After a short stare-down, both girls' facades quickly crumble and they start laughing. "That was a lot more fun than I expected to have tonight, An." Clara says to Anette with a warm smile on her face. "Same back to you Clair. I kind of feel bad for Hannah for missing out on the fun. I wonder, should we tell her?" Anette asks. Clara takes a minute to respond. "Heck, where would we even begin. I don't think there are even words to describe this."
"Oooh, that gives me an idea!" Anette says, for the second time that night, smiling. "We could take a picture for her. I mean, we never updated her on the forfeit." Clara responds nervously. "Are you volunteering to pose? As I recall, you were the one who lost, so it's only fair…"
"Awwww, you don't want to join me for group shot?" Counters Anette. "I don't know An…" Clara turns a bit more serious. "I'm not super comfortable with pictures like this." Anette nods, knowing that Clara is not super confident in front of the camera in general, so this is probably too much for her. "Okay, that's fine then. I did lose after all. How about you get yourself clean enough to grab your phone and take a picture of me in the tub. You're going to be the one to clean the floor though, that was totally your fault."
After that Clara wiped the worst of the slop off her and went to grab her phone. She then took a picture of Anette, covered in so much food as to be hardly recognizable, streaks of mayo still clearly visible, and sent it to Hannah. Her response of "WHAT?!?!?!?!?! YOU GUYS HAVE SO MUCH TO EXPLAIN WHEN I GET BACK!" Wasn't far out of the expectation of the girls, who spent the rest of the night cleaning up the bathroom, which ended up being much easier than they expected after taking in the damage. After they had both taken a shower, the dirty clothes and rags were in the laundry, and the dishes had been done, both girls headed off to bed. Before they entered their rooms though, Clara called out to Anette.
"I wonder what they would think if we ordered some more."
Fin