Warning: This story contains graphic descriptions of mess, sexual situations and nudity. please be advised and most of all, have fun.

Tara Slong stood center stage. The buxom blonds' naked form was tightly squeezed into a red spandex dress which stopped just above her knees. "Hello and welcome to WAMS' latest show Daring do!" The crowd in front of her cheered. It was a mixed group of college co-eds waiting for their fifteen minutes of fame, and some cash. "While our four contestants get ready to come out and play, let's start with a little birthday celebration. Genny Widel come on down!"

Genny got up with a mixture of excitement and apprehension one would expect from a young lady desperate for money but knowing what she'd have to do to earn it. She was a redhead, five foot six, with full 36Cs squeezed into a baby blue t-shirt. Her shapely legs jogged down the steps, much of which was on display thanks to her cut-off jean shorts.

"So Genny, what are you going to school for" Tara moved the mic in front of the girl's face.

"I'm starting my second year and just getting my general classes out of the way, I'm not sure yet what I want to do."

"Then you're basically a party with your parent's money," Tara quipped. there was uproarious laughter all around and Genny nodded a little. "Well let's see if we can get you some spending money. You're the lucky guinea pig... I mean pioneer for our show opener. How old are you today?"

"Today's my twentieth birthday." The crowd roared.

"That's awesome, next year you can get hammered, but this year will be memorable for another reason. There's a custom in some homes where the child gets a spanking for each year they've been born. We are putting our own WAMS spin on this and we'll be spanking you with... Pies". The crowd cheered at the prospect of seeing the innocent clean girl get trashed with pies. Genny covered her mouth and laughed at the absurdity of what was about to befall her. "First we have to break out our patent-pending Birthday Bonder 9500" Two bikini-clad showgirls brought out a set of stocks on a wheeled platform which also had a place to restrain legs apart. A third wheeled out a cart laden with 20 pies. "If you'll be so kind Genny, please assume the position." Genny reluctantly stepped onto the platform, putting her angles in the area for the leg restraints and bending at nearly a ninety-degree angle in order to put her neck and hands in the appropriate holes. Her should length red hair obscured her view and it was difficult to see much of anything, and the pies hadn't even started flying. Tara sat on the platform in front of the now trapped girl.

"Here's how it's going to work, these three lovely ladies are going to pelt you with 20 pies. How much money that gets you is up to you. As with anything, the more humiliated you are, the more money you make. if you take the twenty as is, you get ten dollars per pie. That 200 bucks pretty easy if you ask me. How do you get more you ask? Well my rebellious redhead, for each article of clothing you elect to remove, tack another ten dollars to your price per pie. How does that sound?" She held the mic to Genny's mouth.

"That sounds pretty cool. Doe shoes and socks count in that?" She was answered with a fervent shake of Tara's head. "Well, then I think I'll go with two. But you probably should have asked me before I got into the Birthday Bonder 9500. How am I going to get my shirt and shorts off?"

"I'm glad you asked that." Tarra winked. One of the stagehands had snuck up behind her with a pair of emergency scissors and began cutting off her flimsy t-shirt. snip up the back and across the sleeves left the shirt useless on the floor and her bra cupped boobs on display. The reaction was instantaneous with every mail in the audience chanting and wolf-whistling. her white lace bra was easy to see from the side and her breasts heaved with an anxious breath. She felt the cold steel on the back of her left leg, cutting through the denim. Genny felt the cold studio airbrush across her cheeks. The matching cheeky briefs let the audience get a good view of her posterior. It would not be clean for long.

The crowd did not quiet when the first girl picked up a butter cream pie from the cart and deposited on Genny's exposed flank. The next girl chose a collocate custard pie but made sure it was thoroughly worked in before letting the tin fall to the floor. Genny could only laugh making her tits giggle. She felt the wet invade her panties, but she also felt some moisture form from within. The next pie, cherry, made her gasp, not only because it was cold, but also because it was deposited with such force. Genny saw one of the stagehands strut in front of her with a key lime pie. Sure enough, her face was enveloped in whipped cream and green goo. She heard the girl whisper something in her ear, and she fervently nodded. Next, two stagehands stood at either side of her with pudding pies. They weighted a beat but smashed them into her dangling tits. This made her moan with pleasure, she so desperately wanted climax and felt it was near. Sure enough, the girl that whispered in her ear smashed another buttercream into her exposed cleavage and smeared it down her exposed navel. Genny felt it's path continue as the front of her panties were pulled down and the rest of the pie, tin and all, was left at her dripping pussy. This made the bag of her panties ride up farther between her cheeks but it heightened the pleasure she felt.

The next stagehand grabbed two pies from the cart and went in front of Genny. These pies were never meant for consumption as they were piled high with thick cream, almost like icing. She delighted in giving Genny a pie sandwich on either side of her head. Now Genny was deaf and nearly blind. The roar of the crowd was nothing more than a dull hum. This heightened her sense of touch, she could feel every bit of mess on her bare skin. Each pie crust and cream. She needed release from this pleasure, she was so close to orgasm, but it seemed the pies would still come and she would not be released until they were done.

The next attack was a truly unique experience. Simultaneously one pie was slapped against her butt and the other against her crotch, making the pie tin in her panties rub against her pussy. It made Genny moan and brought her closer to climax. She only wished the pie pan in her panties would get removed. Luckily Genny didn't have to worry about it because the next stagehand, pulled down the back of her panties. Her fairly bare derrie was on display for the whole viewing audience to see. It was soon covered by a heartily placed cherry pie. She felt it rotate and cherry filly get in her crack. The front of her briefs weighed down by the pie tin and it's contends fell to her ankles where they stayed. Unbeknownst to her, the dollar amount for that pie, and all subsequent pies, increased by ten dollars. The cherry pie was followed by a very chilly cheesecake. She could feel the mushy contents crept down and coat her now exposed pussy. The tingling sensation emanating from that area intensified as the filling of the cheesecake mingled with juices of her now exposed sex.

She squealed as something very creamy was applied directly to her pussy and rubbed back and forth. Finally, the motion Genny so desired. Her moth, now covered with two different types of pie, made an 'O' as she involuntarily moaned. The hand holding the truffle did a very good job of satisfying her pussy's desire. Her legs shook, signaling her climax and finally, she slumped as much as possible given her restraints. She felt one cup of her bra being pulled down as a butter cream pie was rubbed into her breast and a finger penetrated the crust to flick her very erect nipple which sent her into a fit of shutters. She felt the process repeat with her right cup and again, a rush of feelings and shutters rocked her body. This was becoming much more sensual than Genny thought. This was nothing like the wet t-shirt contest she did on her first spring break.

She let out her loudest yelp as another butter cream pie was slapped into her bare ass. This one was applied so hard, she was sure there would be a large welt at the area of application. She was rewarded with a cold pudding pie placed on her pussy. Just as before, the girl applying this desert knew what she was doing, sensually rubbing it into her swollen mound. Her orgasm heightened the feeling of mess applied to her skin. She was almost disappointed to feel the restraints on her legs arms and neck come undone. Genny could not stand right away, so she slumped in the mess that had gathered on the wheeled platform. She must have been quite a sight, covered in pie goo, with two tins still shoved into her bra. Her nearly naked form still shook, but it was starting to be the cold which made her shiver.

She looked up at Tara through pie covered eyes and wiped the mess away to try to get a better view. "That was super fun, but it was only nineteen pies."

Tara smiled down at the mess of a girl. "Well are you just a smart girl, right you are." Two of the stagehands that had been putting the pie on her, went backstage and rolled out a large paddling pool filled with whipped cream. "My dear, here is your final birthday pie." Genny stood up and waddle towards her final pie. Her panties were still around her knees. Once they were near the pool, she felt Tara push her back, she tried to recover, but the fabric near her knees made the impossible. A rip as she fell let her know that her underwear was going to join her shoes and shirt in the list of clothes that she wasn't going to get back.

The front of her body fell through the whipped cream and Genny was surprised to feel her body engulfed in chocolate pudding. The thick liquid removed most of the pie material, but it was very heavy on her. as she pushed her top half out of the muck, it sucked at the pies still lodged in her bra, pulling them out and her bra down as well. Ho one could tell as pudding joined the pie material on her now naked frame.

"Well Genny, that's your birthday pie surprise, inside, that mess of pudding, there's a Daring Do T-shirt, it looks like you could use it. You have until the commercial break to find it so I would get looking if I were you." The music swelled and the camera zoomed into Genny who began to frantically search through the pudding. Her naked breasts swaying free with her body. Before the show went to commercial, she started to make a pudding angle, thinking the large area of her bodies' movement would find the shirt faster.