Beth climbed the stairs and headed towards her room. Lisa had called it quits for the evening a little bit ago and she was next. It had been a great evening, even if the Ouija board had been a flop. She entered her room and closed the door behind her.

"Quick, hold this."

With her thinking slowed by the glasses of wine that had been consumed, she instinctively held her hands out. A surprisingly heavy pie was placed in them.

Beth blinked as her brain caught up. She turned. The wall of her room was gone, leaving only shadows, stage lights and a man with horns.

"This game is called Don't Drop the Pie." He said as giggles came from the shadows.

"Who...What."

"My name is Macbeth. You are Beth Jones, age 25. Sexy brunette and trainee vet. And you wanted to play a game."

He clicked his fingers, and the pie got slightly heavier. It was a large pie, about a foot wide and heaped with cream.

"What will happen if I drop the pie?" Beth asked as she found her voice.

"Don't worry, your immortal soul is safe. Your imminent cleanliness however..."

He clicked his fingers. On the floor to the left and right of Beth appeared two massive soft foam hands. In the palms of the hands were massive heaps of whipped cream. If the hands came together, Beth would be right between them.

"Congratulations, you didn't even flinch." Macbeth observed. "But next I think you should be more appropriately dressed."

Beth's pyjamas started to shift and change. Beth wriggled in surprise at the sensations but managed to keep hold of the dense pie as her clothing shifted and lessened. She was soon wearing what could just about be described as a French maid outfit. Black bikini top and bottoms, a frilly white lace apron around her waist, black stockings and high heels.

The shadowy audience ooo'ed in appreciation.

"Fan service much?" Beth muttered, even if she did think she looked good.

"Well, I did copy it from your red-haired friend's wardrobe." Macbeth smiled.

"Lisa?" Beth asked. "Is she alright?"

"She lost her game." Macbeth clicked his fingers, causing the pie to increase in weight and for muffled moans of pleasure to broadcast around them. "But she appears to be enjoying the punishment."

Beth caught her breath at the sound of her friend cumming her brain out.

"Would you like to join her in her penalty?" He clicked his fingers. In front of her, what looked like a large cannon appeared, slime dripping from the muzzle lip.

He clicked his fingers again, Beth looked around and saw that behind her was an inflatable slide going down towards an enormous pie, cream piled high with a large red balloon on top.

"Tempting" Beth retorted, privately thinking it really was, "But I play to win. And don't think I haven't noticed this pie increase in weight every time you click. I don't give up easily."

There was a brief applause and cheer from the shadow audience.

"Perhaps I should try a little more." Macbeth grinned, enjoying the challenge. There was a click of the fingers, and the knots of her bikini unravelled. Beth flinched as the black fabric fell from her body, leaving her just in stockings, heels and what felt like an all too small apron. But she still managed to resist trying to cover herself.

"Oh, perhaps there is a little exhibitionist in you."

"If you like what you see, care to let me win?"

"Not yet."

Click. Beth yelped as what felt like two feathers ran up her side, her grip on the pie almost slipping. Fortunately, the feathers didn't try to tickle her, they ran up and down her bare skin, softly stroking her. They danced around her breasts, causing her nipples to stick out. Beth gasped as they then slid down between her thighs and slowly moved up.

"Feel like dropping that pie?" He asked innocently.

"Not yet" She returned through gritted teeth, to laughter from the audience.

There was a click and around the deep pie behind her ghostly hands wielding pies appeared. If she went in that, she was really going to get it. The feathers teased her pussy lips, dancing lightly up and down.

"How about now?"

"Do your worst."

"Very well" Macbeth smiled as he raised his hand.

Beth steadied herself ready.

Click

The heavy pie that had been steadily getting heavier (and possibly bigger) suddenly became as light as a pie should be... and physics took over.

Her hands were suddenly holding a weight that was no longer there. And Beth was unable to not smash the pie into her own face. She stood, stunned at the trick he had pulled on her. She wiped her eyes in fury and remembered what was coming next. The hands on either side came up in a single clap, splattering her naked body in a full embrace of cream. The hands came back down, leaving a blob of goo where a woman had stood.

Beth barely had time to comprehend the sensations she was feeling before BLAM.

A cannon full of slime impacted the front of Beth, smearing her in slippery goo. She took a step back under the impact and fell back onto the slide. She slid down, the slope just long enough to allow her to hear the audience's laughter and to think "oh shit I'm going to..."

SPLAT

Two legs stuck out of the pie, wiggling for a bit before sinking down.

After a short while, what was probably a head appeared from the creamy goo and a month shaped hole took a breath.

"What...the...fuck."

"Did you enjoy that"

Enjoy? It was the most insane thing Beth had ever experienced! And she loved it.

"Cause it's not over yet."

Wait, what?

A soft semicircular mound rose between her thighs, causing her to sit up.

Click.

But this wasn't a finger, they were two restraints around her legs. Keeping her pressed down as something rose up from the mound.

A vibrator slid into her pussy. Oh god, it's a sybian. She was sat, waist deep in a cream pie, covered in goo, tied astride a motorised vibrator and there were pie wielding ghost hands surrounding her.

Her last thought before the vibrator switched on was Oh fuck, she wanted this.

"Do enjoy the rest of your night." Macbeth spoke to the naked shaking pie target Beth as the wall to the room returned. "I wonder what games I should play next with your flatmates."