I've published two fiction stories so far, and both are *very* SFW, so Bing let me do pretty much whatever I wanted in describing scenes. In the course of a few hours tonight I managed to make some tame but sexy illustrations for my work. Naturally, there will be continuity errors, but I was pretty darn happy with the result.

Because we can't embed photos, I'll break this thread up into scenes. First up is my first story:

***THE WEDDING RECEPTION***

It was approaching midnight and Jim and Julie's wedding reception was slowing down. The older relatives had all gone to bed, and it was just the younger guests left in the hotel ballroom. Jim and Julie's friends were not much for either drinking or dancing, so they mostly spent the time chatting and catching up on time since college. It had been a very chill wedding so far, but Jim and Julie liked it that way, as it felt more intimate.

"OK everyone, congratulations to our newlyweds!" the DJ cut in. "The dance floor has been quiet tonight, so I wanted to send you off with a fun alternative to that. We're going to play the newlywed game!

The crowd applauded and turned to the couple. Jim was blond, with blue eyes, tanned skin, and a slightly athletic build. Julie was also quite fit, with blond hair that she wore up for this occasion in an elaborate bun. While gorgeous without makeup, she indulged her bridesmaids in applying just the right amount. She even had her nails painted a lovely shade of soft, pastel purple. She wore a modest white dress for the wedding.

The game started, with Jim and Julie answering questions about the other. They were mostly easy (some were suspiciously easy), and with just one round left the score was tied.

"Ok, this last question is a tiebreaker and it's to both of you," said the DJ. What are the last four digits of your spouse's childhood phone number?"

"2835!" Jim said triumphantly, thanking his knack for remembering phone numbers.

"Oh gosh, I have no idea!" said Julie.

"Well, in that case, Jim wins!" declared the DJ. Jim smiled proudly and Julie just shook her head. "Now, to make things interesting, we have a surprise for the loser. Actually, it's an extra treat to go with the cake."

Julie cocked an eyebrow.

"And Julie, you get to share this treat with your bridesmaids. Would you all like to step over here?"

Julie and her four bridesmaids, resplendent in their powder blue dresses, got up from the head table and quizzically walked over to a tarp that they hadn't previously noticed in the corner of the room.

"Ladies, you might want to take off your shoes for this."

The bridal party shot each other glances, but shrugged and removed their flats, revealing their matching light blue pedicures. They stepped barefoot onto the tarp, which crinkled underfoot.

"Ok ladies, form a line."

The young women obeyed, with Julie to stage right of her bridesmaids.

"And can I get Jim and each of these bridesmaids' dates out here?"

Jim and four other men sauntered over.

"So for losing the game, we are going to give Julie and her bridesmaids a little parting gift. Ladies, you're never wearing those dresses again, are you?" All five shook their heads no.

"Well then I'm sure you won't mind if we send you off with a ... pie in the face!"

The DJ retrieved a cart full of heaping cool whip pies from behind the curtain lining the wall.

The women's jaws dropped. Several covered their faces, as they turned to each other in shock.

(I had to do this one as an illustration because for some reason every time I tried to make a photo they had melty faces)

The DJ began handing a pie to each woman's date. Most of the men seemed just as bewildered as the women, but slowly began coming to grips with this playful climax to the evening as they picked the pies off the cart. Jim in particular appeared to be suppressing a wide smirk.

The women were starting to calm down too. After all, the DJ was right. They were never going to wear these outfits again, and a shower was close at hand back at their rooms. Besides, they were among friends at this reception, and felt safe being ridiculous in front of this crowd.

Rose, a befreckled, auburn-haired bridesmaid, actually seemed a bit excited. "It's ok ladies, I've actually been pied before. It's a lot of fun. I'll even go first." She moved to the left end of the line.

"Ok, to build the excitement up to our guest of honor, we'll do this one by one," directed the DJ. "Rose, you want to go first?"

"Yup, I'm ready!" Rose clasped her hands behind her back, took a deep breath, and shut her eyes. Her date knew how to draw out the moment, holding the pie just under her chin for what seemed like an eternity.

Rose laughed, opened her eyes again, and looked down at the pie. It was heaped tall with cool whip and was sure to make a big mess. She screwed her eyes shut again. "Ok. Pie me!" Rose nervously stammered.

Splat! Rose's date expertly drove the pie into her face and smeared it around for good measure, finally bringing the plate to rest on her head. Rose's hands emerged from behind her back, the dark red nails on her pale fingers disappearing beneath the cream on her face as she dug out her eyes. She laughed and began licking the cream off her fingers, not even noticing the pie plate stuck to her hair.

"See? It's not so bad"

She clearly wasn't convincing Daisy, the brunette next in line, who was shocked at the sheer amount of mess on her friend Rose's face.

Rose scooped a little more cream off her face and licked it off her fingers. "Mmm, it's good!" she then slowly licked her index finger in an exaggeratedly sexy fashion and winked at her date.

Daisy laughed nervously and turned to her own date.

"Hold on, let me put my hair back."

Daisy cupped her hair back behind her head and began fiddling with the elastic she kept on her wrist, all the while eyeing the mountainous pie that she was about to get in the face.

"Oh my gosh, there's so much of it!"

"Not gonna touch that one," said the DJ, "but do quit stalling!"

"Ok, please be gentle!" Dave, her date, clearly conscious of the fact that the rest of his night - either in bed with Daisy or on the couch alone - hinged on this moment, was endearingly tender. He started by taking a little bit of cream and dabbing it on the tip of Daisy's cute nose. Daisy laughed a bit more, the tension broken.

"Are you ready?" Dave asked.

"Ok," she said meekly.

As Dave moved the pie toward Daisy's face, she balked, putting her hands up and turning away, laughing.

"C'mon, you can do this," said Julie to her bridesmaid.

"Ok," Daisy said with a bit more resolve. "Ok," she said again as she shoved her arms down and tight against her waist. "Ok, do it!"

Dave gently but firmly pushed the pie into Daisy's face. Daisy immediately took the plate off her face and threw it to the floor, but the deed was done. She blinked away cream from her eyes and gave a few more nervous laughs. She paused for a second, then to everyone's surprise she pulled Dave into a hug, moving up on her tiptoes to smear pie from her face to his, nuzzling his face with her pie-covered nose. Everyone laughed.

Next it was the blond Devin's turn, but she held her hand up and turned to the remaining clean bridesmaid to her left, a raven-haired, tanned woman named Jeannie who was her best friend.

"Wait," exclaimed Devin. "We want to get pied together!"

Devin clutched Jeannie's hand. Both women shut their eyes and smiled sweetly.

Splat!Splat! Both of their dates obliged and pied them simultaneously. The two women wiped their eyes, looked at each other, and burst out laughing at how ridiculous the other looked. After recovering from the laughter they hugged as friends. A large dollop of cream fell to the floor between them, and they playfully stepped in it, enjoying the sensation as the pie oozed around their toes and light blue toenails.

All eyes now turned to the bride. Julie stood with her hands submissively clasped in front of her, beaming at Jim with a knowing look in her eye. She was nervous, being the center of attention and about to be covered in dessert, but she also looked practically ready to push her face into the pie Jim held.

But before Jim could act, the DJ put his arm around Julie and shepherded her towards the same patch of curtain where he had earlier revealed the pies.

"Hang on a second Julie, you're not getting away that easy," said the DJ, as he walked her towards the curtain in the back of the room. "You see, a little birdie told me that you're both fans of a certain '90s TV show. "So come with me to..." he drew the curtain away dramatically to reveal a white plastic chair with a red and white bullseye behind it "...the pie pod!!"

Julie gasped and clasped a hand over her mouth. Meanwhile the guests who didn't happen to have cable in the early 90s scratched their heads with confusion.

"Now, we don't quite have the technology to make our pie pod mechanical, so your bridesmaids and husband will serve as our pie launchers," the DJ explained while handing pies to each of the four grinning bridesmaids, who were still wiping and eating cream off their faces and were eager for revenge. "Now Jim, we want to make sure your new wife doesn't get cold feet. Would you do the honors of strapping her in?" The DJ handed Jim some Velcro straps.

Julie sat down slowly. She glanced at the target behind her and giggled, as she obediently placed her hands on the chair's arms. Jim first strapped her ankles to the chair and then gently tied down her wrists. Finally, he leaned in for a short, loving kiss. "Are you ready to get pied?" He whispered. She shut her eyes, giggled, and opened them again, looking up at Jim. "Yeah!" she said, in a small voice that conveyed both apprehension and excitement. Jim retrieved his pie and joined the semicircle of pie throwers around their target. He took one last chance to admire his bride's immaculately made up face and her golden, neatly styled hair. She suppressed giggles, her eyes darting back and forth at all the pies she would shortly be wearing.

"Ready folks?" Called the DJ "One... Two..." Julie shut her eyes tightly and smiled "THREE!"

SplatSplatSplatSplatSplat! All five pies found their mark in quick succession. Julie's face was covered, her beautiful hair was a mess, and one pie had even splattered on her chest, ruining the front of her dress.

"Hey, who had the tit shot?" laughed Rose. "I didn't mean to!" said Devin, sheepishly.

Julie sputtered from underneath the mountain of cream on her face. She shook her head into her lap in a vain attempt to clear some of the pie off, strands of her matted hair also hanging down. She flailed her hands as if to assist in the process of wiping off, but they remained stubbornly tied to the chair. Finally, she brought her head back up, licked her lips, and laughed, resigned to the ridiculous situation. Her soft pink lips were the only recognizable part of her face as bits of whipped cream continued to drip onto her lap.

The DJ came over and pulled a remaining pie tin off Julie's head. "We're not quite done yet," he said. "As anyone who's watched the show will remember, pies are only half of the pie pod experience. After the pies came the crowning glory!" As the DJ pulled out a bucket of pink-colored cake batter, Julie half-laughed, half-panted "Oh no!" The DJ turned to Jim. "Would you like to do the honors, sir?"

Jim took the bucket and stepped behind Julie. Julie sat upright and prepared to receive yet more mess.

Jim quickly turned the bucket over and emptied the slime over Julie's head. Thick cake batter flowed down her hair, over her face, into her dress, and onto her lap. Julie sat expressionless as the slime poured over and around her.

Finally, the bucket was empty. The DJ took back over the scene. "Well folks, what do you think?" The wedding party and remaining guests cheered and hollered. "Jim, why don't you let your bride out of there?" Jim undid Julie's wrists and then her ankles. She was finally able to wipe her face, her perfectly painted fingernails complimenting the pink slime as she dug mess from her eyes.

As Julie licked sweet whipped cream and cake batter off her fingers and hands, she surveyed the mess coating her body and contemplated how best to get up. Finally, Jim stuck out his hand to assist. Julie accepted the hand-up, then pulled Jim into a tight hug and deep kiss, smearing mess all over her husband. The crowd clapped approvingly, glad to see Julie get at least slightly even.

"Well Julie, did you have fun?" the DJ asked. "I did, actually. I've always wanted to be in the pie pod. I just never expected it to happen at my wedding!"

The DJ acknowledged Julie and her bridesmaids, who were still wiping bits of cream off their faces. "It looks like you ladies could use a shower. That's it for tonight everyone, congratulations again to Jim and Julie!"

The newlyweds hurried out of the ballroom and up the stairs to their suite. As Julie burst through the door, she immediately noticed the plastic sheeting covering the bed, which had not been there when she left. "Hang on a second, did you plan all of this?" she asked Jim.

"Maybe"

"Including rigging the game?"

"Very possibly"

"Isn't it a little unethical to involve my bridal party in your sexual fantasy?"

"Well, the readers are certainly enjoying it."

"What?"

"What?"

"Nevermind, come here."

Julie embraced Jim, and they again kissed. "There's one more pie in the fridge" said Jim.

"Wanna get it?" Asked Julie. Her delicate, feminine fingers lightly trailed up the bulge in his pants.

Jim gazed at his wife's face. There were gobs of white cream and pink slime stuck to her forehead, nose, and cheeks, and her hair was a matted mess, but in that moment she gave him the most beautiful smile he had ever seen.

"God, I love you so much Julie"

"I love you too, Jim."

"I'll go get that pie"

"I can't wait!"

***THE END***

(I didn't do the cake batter at the end because I can't yet figure out how to mix cream with slime, especially since bing doesn't seem to like "whipped cream." I also left out the light bondage for obvious reasons)

OK, next up is a far simpler story, with buildup ending in a short messy scene. It's a standalone prequel to the preceding

***ROSE AND THE CHERRY FESTIVAL***

The board meeting of the Adams County Cherry Growers Association was dragging on into the night. The group was planning the annual Twin County Cherry Festival, a combined event between Adams and Jefferson County in this Geographically Ambiguous Cherry-Producing Region.

The board had spent the evening going over the details of the event, discussing caterers, entertainers, and brainstorming activities for the public. It was shaping up to be a good year for the festival, but the board members were getting worn out from the long meeting.

"Okay, everyone - one last item and we can all go home," said Bill, the association president. "The annual numbers came in this week and Jefferson County once again produced more cherries. That means"

Groans came from around the table.

"...one of us has to get a cherry pie in the face at the fundraising auction."

Excuses immediately filled the room.

"I did it last year."

"I have an event that night, I won't have time to clean up."

"I'm allergic to cherries."

"Hey! Rose, can you do it?"

All the chairs in the room creaked as heads turned to the association's new intern, an attractive redhead.

"Sure, I'll get pied - that sounds like fun!"

"Thanks, Rose! I'll fill you in on the details tomorrow. That's it for tonight people. Good work and we'll see you at the festival."

Rose was halfway home when she finally started to contemplate in detail what she had just agreed to. Getting pied? In front of everyone at the auction? It sounded like a humiliating prospect, but she supposed that was the point. Besides, doing silly things in public made Rose feel naughty, in a good way.

She thought about people bidding money to throw a pie in *her* face, and giggled. "Ok, maybe this will be fun after all!"
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Rose poked around the racks of clothes at the Adam's County thrift shop, hunting for something to wear at the festival. A t-shirt and leggings wouldn't do. She knew she would be the center of attention once the auction began, and the audience would want to see a cute girl have her outfit ruined. She just needed to find The Outfit.

"Something I can help you with?"

Rose looked up from an overfull rack of blouses to see a young man about her age. He had dark hair, just the right amount of stubble to compliment his nicely-defined jawline, and blue eyes framed by bookish glasses. Rose glanced down to the nametag pinned to his shirt.

"Maybe George" began Rose, coyly. "You know the cherry festival this weekend?"

"Do I ever! I just moved to town a couple weeks ago, and that's all I've heard about since!"

Rose blushed. "Yeah, people get pretty excited here in town."

"I didn't mean to discourage you," said George earnestly, "I find it charming."

Rose turned a slightly deeper shade of pink. "Aww, thanks so, you may have heard about the charity auction, then."

"No, I don't think I have."

"Oh. Well, it's at the end of the weekend and benefits several nonprofits in this Geographically Ambiguous Cherry-Producing Region.

"Oh, that's wonderful! This Geographically Ambiguous Cherry-Producing Region is so underserved."

Rose nodded sadly before continuing, "Yes. And one tradition we have is to auction off a chance to throw a cherry pie in the face of a county representative."

George arched an eyebrow. "So are you the auctioneer?"

"No, I'm the one getting pied."

George's jaw involuntarily dropped about half an inch before he quickly composed himself. "I see."

Rose smiled sheepishly.

"So are you looking for something like a smock to keep your clothes clean?"

"Oh no! I want to look good up there. I'm hoping to find something cute. Maybe you could help me with that?" Rose glanced up slyly.

George grinned, "I think we have just the thing in back."

EDIT: Apparently the system thinks I'm spamming and won't allow more posts, so I'll leave it here and post the conclusion in the morning.

Rose looked over her shoulder to inspect the dress in the changing room mirror. She smiled as she thought of the look on George's face as he had emerged, triumphantly, holding the white cherry print sundress aloft.

Gosh, he was cute. She wouldn't have minded getting a pie from him.

Did I really just think that?

Before she could ponder the thought more George knocked on the door.

"How does it fit?"

"Oh my gosh, it's PERFECT! Do you want to see?"

Rose strode out and gave a twirl.

The dress fit her beautifully: cut just right to show off her nicely-proportioned breasts and going down to just below the knee.

"Isn't it just perfect?" squealed Rose.

"You're the cutest target for a pie I've ever seen."

Rose's eyes widened in surprise. George looked away, his face flush.

Rose laughed. "Why, thank you!"

"Say, are you going to be at the festival this weekend?" Rose continued, tentatively.

"Do you think I should be?" George asked with a small smile.

"Come to the auction! Maybe you'll find out just how cute of a pie target I can be!" Rose winked.

Rose stood in front of the mirror backstage as the auction drew to a close. Her big moment was almost here. She nervously touched up her makeup, and listened to the crowd outside bidding on cherry-themed crafts, cherry-picking excursions, and baked goods.

She had put a lot of effort in to best compliment the dress. Rose wore her red hair down, falling around her shoulders on either side. She added just a little mascara to bring out her blue eyes and offset the dusting of freckles on her cheeks. To top it all off, she had carefully painted her nails bright red and applied a matching shade to her toes. She applied one more layer of cherry-red lipstick, and wondered how the pie filling would add to the look.

Rose was still excited, but more than a little anxious. There were so many people in the audience to watch her get pied! Would George show up?

Rose watched from the wing of the stage as the number of auction items dwindled, knowing she would soon be next.

Finally, it was time. "And now for our final item," announced the auctioneer. "Rose, can you please join us?"

Rose took a deep breath and stepped out, barefoot, onto the stage. She made her way to the tarp and stool that had been set up just for her.

"According to the annual harvest tally, Jefferson County produced the most cherries this year." The auctioneer began. "That means, per our tradition, a representative of the Adam's County Cherry Growers Association will get a cherry pie in the face. This year, that honor falls to Rose, a brave intern from Adams County."

Rose gave a nervous smile and waved to the audience.

"Now" the auctioneer continued, as an assistant wheeled out a cart carrying an tray covered by an ornate silver dome.

"Who would like to throw this pie" with a flourish, the auctioneer lifted the cover, "...in young Rose's face?"

Cheers went up from the audience.

"Apparently a lot of you," he chuckled. "Well, that honor will go to the highest bidder. Rose, why don't you take a seat and we'll begin."

Rose hopped up on the stool, smoothing out the front of her dress. She crossed her legs, placed her hands in her lap, and grinned at the audience.

"Okay, who will start us out at $100? Yes sir." The auctioneer pointed out the first hand that shot up.

"I like that enthusiasm! How about $120? Who will do $120?"

Another hand went up. Rose couldn't believe it - it was George! He smiled at her and winked.

The bidding was now up to $250, and Rose felt giddy - both from the dollar amount and the fact that George was still in the running.

As bidding continued Rose examined the pie. It was expertly crafted. The deep tin was full of sticky cherry filling inside a nice, flaky crust, with a heaping layer of fluffy whipped cream atop. Rose found the combination of cherries and cream unusual, but blushed as she realized it was put there to make an even bigger mess when it hit her face!

$350 now. Holy cow, these people really wanted to throw a pie in her face! One bidder dropped out, and there were just two left now - Beth MacIntosh, the president of the rival Jefferson County Cherry Co-Op and George. Beth seemed eager to flout her county's win, but Rose really wanted it to be George.

"Do I have $400?" Beth raised her hand again. George looked dispondent. "$450 now, $450? Nobody? Nobody?"

"$400 going once"

Oh no! Rose had to act fast. She gave George her best doe-eyed smile and winked at him. He grinned back. Rose wiggled her toes, nervously.

"$400 going twice" George exhaled sharply and stuck his hand up. "$600!" He yelled. A collective gasp went through the crowd.

"Whoa, a big jump up there! Anyone for $650?"

Beth put her hand up.

Dammit.

"$650, anyone for"

"$800!" George stammered. This time, Rose gasped.

Beth crossed her arms and huffed. It was clear she had given up.

"$800 for the young man in front! Any more takers? no? congratulations sir, come on up!"

Rose was estatic. She sat beaming at George as he nervously walked up on stage.

The young man seemed in a daze as the auctioneer handed him the pie. "What's your name, sir?"

"George."

"Ok George, let her have it!"

George stepped toward Rose, who giggled. She tucked her hair behind her ears, and put her hands back in her lap.

George hesitated, seeming to lose his resolve now that he was finally about to do it.

"Go for it, you know you want to," Rose said to George, with a grin. She closed her eyes and held back a few more giggles.

"Okay George, one two three "

SPLAT!

Whipped cream and cherry filling splattered everywhere, and Rose's hair flew back from the force. The tin clattered to the floor, revealing Rose's face, covered in an assortment of white and red. For a moment she just sat there mouth agape, before quickly breaking out into wave upon wave of laughter.

"Oh my gosh, this feels so weird!" She licked her lips. "but it certainly tastes good!"

Rose slowly brought her hands to her face, wiped her eyes, and looked down to survey the damage. Her beautiful dress was now covered in pie filling, and a large glob that splattered under her chin onto her neck was now seeping down into her cleavage. She didn't stop it.

She looked up to see an outstretched hand. It was George. She accepted it and got to her feet, standing beside him.

"Wow, a huge round of applause for Rose, what a good sport!"

The audience cheered, and Rose stood on stage beaming. Then, caught up in the silliness and spontaneity of the moment, she turned to the handsome young man beside her, pulled him in with a gooey hand to the face, and gave him a peck on the cheek. The cherry filling she smeared on him was a perfect compliment to the classic lipstick mark she left behind.

"Awww!" Came the reaction from the crowd. George's face turned almost as red as the pie filling Rose left behind.

Rose stepped backstage and motioned for George to follow. She was handed a towel and started to clean her face.

"Here, let me get a spot for you," said George after finishing with his own towel. He gently dabbed cream from around Rose's ear, her cherry earrings an elegant contrast to the remnants of mess left behind on her face.

"Thanks for bidding on me, George, that was so much fun! By the way, did you have a name in the last story?"

"No, I don't think I did."

"Huh. That seems like an oversight."

"Yeah, it does. Say, once we're done cleaning up, can we grab some dinner tonight?"

"I'd love that. I suppose you already bought me dessert, so dinner's on me!"

"Savory's not really my thing," said George.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing. Dinner sounds wonderful. I'll see you tonight!"

***THE END***

Thanks. Love the redhead with freckles.

By the way, for those of you into the "lighter side" of WAM, I've found "giggles" or "closes her eyes and giggles" is a great way to both set the mood and force the image to include messy facial features.

Asking for an "illustration" is also a good way to get a more cartoon-like image if the photo prompts aren't getting what you want.

Here's my attempt to take on fellow "cute and playful" aficionado @TimsMessyFiction's latest story (with permission), though I just could not get Bing to cooperate like it did before. My version of Hannah from "All for a Good Cause" (https://umd.net/stories/all-for-a-good-cause)

A few more on this theme - going back to the wedding and imagining the messy bride and bridesmaids posing for a photo, maybe after wiping a little but before getting too cleaned up. I do like the illustration style.

Absolutely beautiful

Did you do that picture?

Meant to ask: How did you get the same girl in each photo (or pretty close)? If I use the same prompt twice in a row on Bing, the girls are usually completely different.

No didn't do that one, although if you notice Bing added on its own a little bit of cream heading south.

It's not the same girl, I just re-used the root prompt of "a red headed woman with some freckles, about age 22. She is wearing a white cherry print sun dress, red nail polish, and red lipstick."