Amelia didn't hold out much hope for her blancmange, but it managed to last longer in its container than her tits did. She had come to the show without a bra at all, but the lingerie she had been given for this round didn't fit right at all. Her breasts flopped out after just a couple of hesitant, experimental bounces. She'd been so focused on not spilling her pudding that she didn't immediately notice the fact that the mesh material had slid down around her rib cage. The audience's bawdy cheers were what eventually drew her attention to her free-jiggling chest.
Holly and Jade were faring little better, though. As predicted, Holly's dessert was just about holding steady, but despite her bra fitting a little better than Amelia's, it had still come loose almost immediately. The same was true of Jade, whose huge breasts were swinging around like pendulums with every bounce. Her trifle was starting to spill out of its bowl as she struggled to focus on three different things -- bouncing on the trampoline, balancing the dessert, and trying to maintain some dignity.
The latter, she was trying to do by holding one arm across her chest. Unfortunately, this meant it was much more difficult to balance properly on the trampoline and more and more of her trifle was spilling. It was all over her arm when the thirty second warning sounded and, worse still, was making her trampoline treacherously slippery.
All three women were having that same problem by now, though Holly less so than the others. Her tiramisu had mostly held together, meaning she could focus on staying balanced. Unlike Jade, Holly didn't bother to try and cover her chest, realising her dignity was already long since gone.
Amelia, meanwhile, was having an even harder time than Jade. Her blancmange was nearly all gone. The vast majority of it was bouncing around on her trampoline. With fifteen seconds left, she simply gave up on the blancmange altogether, giggling hysterically at the feeling of the gelatinous dessert squelching under her bare feet.
Giggling was the order of the day, in fact. All three women, no matter how unsuccessful their attempts to win the round had been, were in fits of laughter. It only served to make their efforts to maintain the integrity of their desserts even more difficult. Even Holly, seemingly the most focused on winning, was chuckling away as her breasts jiggled and swayed with every bounce of the trampoline. They looked ridiculous, and felt ridiculous, and all three of them went along with it in the spirit of the show.
When a siren finally signalled the end of the round, all three women were topless and covered in some amount of pudding. Amelia was actually the cleanest. Having clearly lost the round early on, her blancmange had slathered her bare feet and legs, but apart from a few streaks along her forearm, the rest of her body was mostly clean.
Holly, too, had stayed relatively untainted. She had won the round, but her tiramisu had fallen apart in two big lumps. One of them had splattered the side of her torso when it fell, the other missed completely and had just splattered her feet in a fashion similar to Jade and her blancmange.
It was Jade's trifle which, despite managing to hold on long enough to give its owner second place, had made the most mess. Her chest was streaked with cream, in stark contrast with her dark skin. Lashes of custard were all over her near-naked body and a combination of all three parts had made a sludgy, colourful mess of her trampoline and feet. Still, all three squelched as they dismounted, readjusting their bras to cover their breasts as they formed a line beside Maya.
Maya did her best to keep her distance from the slop-soaked women without while trying not to make it look too obvious. 'Congratulations, Holly,' she said. 'You're off to a great start with fifty points for that win. Can you tell us a bit about your strategy?'
Holly laughed at the faux-professional tone. 'Oh, well, you know, I just got lucky with my choice, I guess.'
'No kidding. And Amelia, a bit of a disaster for you, eh?'
