CheekyLuna is good at doing as she's told if she thinks there's fun involved, so happily sits with pipes tucked into her clothing to see what happens.

She is wearing a white ribbed cotton cropped top, dark blue waffle leggings and a pair of white stilettos. Her long natural blonde hair is down and her makeup is light. She has one pipe tucked into/just above her top and a second pipe tucked into her legging. She has no idea what is about to happen but she suspects she's going to get messy.

She waits nervously but soon feels a mix of orange and purple gunge flowing directly into her leggings with a giggle and a squeal. As it begins to seep through the fabric gunge begins to pour directly into her top, filling her cleavage with gunge and overflowing. She gently sways her legs, feeling the mess inside her leggings.

Next, a mix of purple and green gunge flows into her top. She pulls her top open to let more gunge inside which slops down her front when she lets go. She squeals gently again as more gunge flows into her leggings causing them to bulge further. As she pulls her now colourful top up, gunge escapes out of the bottom, down her body.

To her surprise, a mix of blue and green (although it looks mostly blue) gunge begins to rain over her, quickly covering her hair, boobs and thighs. She finds lots of it has made its way into her top and begins massaging it over her arms and boobs.

Next, she gets a bit of everything. She takes a moment to notice blue gunge pouring out of the top over her boob, but tucks it in to begin filling her top again. Just as her top is about full she feels the orange and blue gunge that has been pouring into her legging at the same time leaving a lingering look of shock on her face. While still in shock from that feeling, orange and blue gunge begins raining over her, which she looks up into helplessly. Her top and leggings are now both bulging and her eyes are forced shut by the gunge.

She moves slightly which must shift the mess around in her leggings as she thinks they are being filled again. Gunge dribbles out of her top every time she moves her arms. She wipes her eyes and smiles at what she sees. She pushes the gunge out of her stretched top with one of her unruly boobs coming with it. She massages the mess around her boobs and thighs and hair, enjoying how slippy it feels. She briefly slips her boobs out of her top (intentionally this time) to rub gunge over them. She signs off with a kiss, and a little giggle.