2nd edition
It was late, and Mike and Emilia were about to start their first Wam session. The tension was building; both had been greatly looking forward to this evening for quite some time.
The entire Living room was filled with many remarkable sticky sweet substances, Custard, yoghurt, squirty cream, rice pudding, semolina, trifles and much, much more! Soon they'd both be drenched in muck, turned into horny messes crazy for each other.
Emilia Clarke wore low high heels, tight dark blue jeans that fit very snugly to her curved legs, underneath she wore a pair of tight black latex knickers. She wore a smart white shirt. It hung loosely against her body but showed off her bust nicely. Her long soft brown hair was down, flowing freely over her shoulders.
Mike wore black trainers, light blue jeans and tight black latex boxers and a red checkered shirt. All fitted snugly to his skinny body. He got the room ready for the fun to begin, laying out plastic tarps and covers to protect the floor and surrounding furniture. In the middle of the room was a wooden chair.
Earlier, they had both set up large amounts of sweet food, it had all cost a fair bit, but it was worth it. Around the large room were several tables, all of which had been filled with many things, dozens of trifles, dozens of litre jugs of custard, semolina, rice pudding, porridge! On another were dozens upon dozens of cans of cold fresh squirty cream.
Now there was only one thing left to do. Emilia walked over to the table of squirty cream and pulled out a bag from beneath the table; inside were two pairs of small belts and several packets of trouser twists. They'd use these to hold as much of the mess as possible inside their trousers; the small belts would stop it all from escaping from the tops of their pants too fast.
Finally, they were ready. The tension after so many hours of preparation was insane, they couldn't wait to get started, and now they couldn't believe it was time to start.
Emilia, the mighty mother of dragons, had never sploshed before, so this was a long-awaited experience for both. Mike had always wanted to meet Emilia Clarke, and he was her biggest fan; he loved Game of Thrones.
Now he was about to fulfil his greatest fantasy, to splosh with Daenerys Targaryen! Emilia stood there waiting, biting her lip seductively with a cheeky smile.
"You go first..." she said sweetly, smiling excitedly. Mike looked around, and there were so many things to choose from to cover her in. He saw the squirty cream and walked over to the table, and grabbed two cans. He walked back over to Emilia and smiled. Gazing at her incredible body, choosing where to start.
"Let's fill your bra up first...." he said, popping the lid off both cans. He put the other can on the floor next to Emilia and started to shake the can in his hand.
Emilia giggled, pulling the fabric of her shirt away from her and opening her bra cups. Mike inserted the nozzle of the can into Emilia's left bra cup and squeezed the trigger firmly, sending a massive cascade of cream into her bra.
Within seconds the cream began to push against her bra and began to fill rapidly, covering her boob in fresh cold cream. Her shirt began to expand more and more as her bra filled.
Emilia laughed excitedly, wriggling slightly as the cold squirty cream pushed its way into every corner of her left bra cup.
"Oh my god, that's cold! Ahh, that's cold," she continued laughing. Cream started to spill out of her bra and cling to her shirt. The can started to hiss as it emptied.
Mike leant down to pick up the next can and inserted the nozzle into Emilia's right bra cup. He squeezed the trigger and sent another massive cascade of cold cream into her bra.
Emilia looked down to admire Mike's handy work. Her tits were now huge; her bra was filled to bursting point with cream. Her right boob was now covered in squirty cream, and the bra cup was completely full; the mess covered her tits well.
Emilia let go of her shirt, letting it settle on her cream filled bra. She smiled, patting her beasts gently, feeling all that cream slid across her tits. It was so smooth it felt incredible.
Mike rolled the cans out of the way and stood back to view his work; he licked his lips as a bulge began to form in his trousers.
"Oh, that feels great! So, squishy and soft! Ah god, it's good...." Emilia stopped rubbing her breasts when she noticed the bulge in Mike's trousers and grinned.
"Well, someone's really enjoying this, aren't they? My turn now!" Emilia knew precisely what she was going to do. The feeling of all that squirty cream in her bra was quite a turn on for her. Her tits looked even more prominent than usual; it was beautiful.
She reached for two huge jugs of porridge, she picked them off the table and returned to Mike, all she did was smile and stare at his bulge eagerly. He knew exactly what she wanted to do, so he pulled open the front of his trousers and took a deep breath of excitement.
"Good boy, it's like you can read my mind.... you ready??" said Emilia seductively as she got closer and closer, holding one of the jugs at the ready, the other she put on the floor next to her.
"Oh, Fuck yeah!" Said Mike, becoming very excited. He had never felt so horny in his entire life, and it was only getting better every second. Emilia placed the jug's mouth on the lip of his jeans and slowly tipped it up towards him.
She pulled his jeans open a little more with her free hand to reach inside and pull his latex boxers open; she held them open with one finger. She peered inside to see his erect penis standing to attention, ready to be smothered in cold porridge.
The porridge spilt from the jug and plopped into Mike's latex boxers, gradually filling them up. The porridge landed on his penis and dripped off it into the bottom of the boxers, where it began to collect. He smiled, biting his lips as she poured the whole jug in.
He moaned blissfully as his boxers filled. So far, they were holding everything in nicely. Emilia emptied the last few drops of porridge into Mike's boxers before grabbing the next jug. She placed the jug's mouth on the lip of his trousers before pouring in all the porridge in the pitcher into his boxers.