I've written several What Would You Do tribute stories, envisioning a spinoff where a wilder version of the show somehow finds its way to late night TV. This is the latest installment, the full version of which you can find on my Patreon (patreon.com/hooliham) in both female and male-only variants. I hope you'll consider becoming a patron today -- it's only $3/month!

This story is also a continuation of a story I posted a couple of weeks ago. Check out the preview of Part 1 here -- the full story is also on my Patreon and is also in female and male-only variants.
https://umd.net/stories/i/jamie-gets-even-a-what-would-you-do-sto/return/%2Fprofile%2Fi%2Fhooliham%2Fsection%2Fblogs%2F


After the show went to break, stagehands worked quickly to free the girls from their devices. They came armed with towels, which was especially helpful for Chelsea, who kept trying and failing to get her tube top to stay on while inside the chocolate vat. It was just too slippery and wouldn't stay up.

The ladies were taken to the showers backstage, and Jamie got to change out of his jockstrap and back into his street clothes. He was allowed to keep the jockstrap. He quickly threw it in the trash, where it would join whatever was left of his friendship with Chelsea. It was worth it, he thought.

During the break, Marc caught a lady in the crowd laughing hysterically about all that had happened. He found it amusing but kind of over the top, and wasn't about to let her get away with it. He conferred with a producer offstage. There was a lot of head nodding.

The show came back from commercial and Marc became his typical cheery self, as if he hadn't just sentenced two mostly innocent people to devastating public humiliations just minutes earlier.

"We're back on What Would You Do, and we had so much fun during our last game. But I'll tell you what" he started to amble up the stairs into the audience "not nearly as fun as this young lady here.

"Hi, what's your name?"

She seems taken aback by being called out, and looks very apprehensive to having been cornered.

"I'm Coryn, hi"

"Hi Coryn, who are you with today?"

"Um, this is my friend, Kendall." She points to the woman seated to her right.

"Great!" Marc exclaims. "Well, why don't the two of you join me onstage, yeah?"

The audience applauds. This cannot be good, and both of them know it. Kendall looks especially frightened, as she's being roped into something she had nothing to do with whatsoever. Nevertheless, the two twentysomethings reluctantly join Marc on stage, where the stools, carts, and buckets are all still set up, though most of the pie mess all over the stage has been cleaned up.

Coryn is a gorgeous redhead with shoulder-length auburn hair. Today, she's doing her best ginger Barbie impression, with a checkered pink-and-white bikini top and matching glossy pink leggings, which are struggling to contain Coryn's surprisingly massive ass. If she's not genetically gifted, then she's been putting in lots of work at the gym.

Kendall is Coryn's childhood friend, and she's visiting from Nashville, where she's a cheerleader for the Tennessee Titans and a fitness instructor on the side. She's a tall, leggy blonde, wearing a cross around her neck, a sky blue sports bra with the Titans logo emblazoned on it and cerulean blue tights.

Marc explains why he brought them on stage. "So I spotted you during the commercial break, Coryn, and you were just laughing, laughing, laughing that last game was pretty funny, huh?"

Coryn is still giggling. She kind of covers her mouth with the back of her wrist. "Yeah, it kinda was, haha"

"Well, since you found it so hysterical, we're gonna have you two play the same game, what do you think about that?"

The crowd raises its collective voice in anticipation. Are more people about to get it?!

Kendall is technically in her work uniform and really would rather not be put on TV playing a silly game that was rigged when it was played 10 minutes ago. "Can we not, please? We're sorry, it was an overreaction!"

"Naw, I'm sorry Kendall, this is happening, whether you like it or not.

"So here's how it works. The two of you are going to play as one team. Kendall, you'll put the pies on the stool, and Coryn, you'll sit on them and move them to the buckets across the stage.

"You'll have the same 45 seconds as last time, except since Jamie was able to transfer three pies, you have to get four."

The two women throw their hands up in disbelief, and the crowd murmurs. This will be a real challenge for them.

"But listen. There was nothing but bragging rights on the line last time. So if you win, we've got a wonderful, very clean prize pack for the two of you that you're really going to enjoy. But if you lose, we've got a different prize pack for the two of you, and I can assure you, it will definitely NOT be clean. Any questions?"

"Seriously, can we please not do this?" Coryn pleads. "We'll do anything"

"Okay, sure!" Marc says sarcastically. "If you like, we can skip the whole thing and just send you to one of our lovely pie devices for you to experience, would that be better?"

Both girls vehemently decline.

"In that case, let's get you set. 45 seconds!"

"On your mark! Get set! GO!"

Cheers erupt as upbeat music plays. Kendall sets down a pie and Coryn tentatively plants her meaty butt in it. She never fully sits down, really only letting her butt kiss the pie before lifting up and starting to go. The pie lifts off the seat but only makes it a few inches before splattering at Coryn's feet.

"SIT ON IT!" Kendall commands. She's not going down on account of a halfhearted effort like this from Coryn.

Kendall places another pie on the seat. This time, Coryn squashes it, sending cream deep into her pink tights and causing her to squeal just like Chelsea did. She stands up and penguin walks across the stage, making it almost halfway before the pie slides right off and hits the floor.

Exasperated, she comes back and tries again. Valuable seconds tick away as her ass flattens another pie. This one sticks and Coryn tiptoes her way across the stage to drop it in. She's incredibly embarrassed to be doing this, but tries to keep her composure and avoid an ending that would be even worse. She returns to the stool where she drops anchor into the next pie.

This one sticks as well, and she feels like she's getting the hang of it. She makes it to the buckets and shimmies the plate in, right as Marc shouts.

"20 SECONDS!"

Coryn picks up the pace, now running back to the stool where she plops herself down onto the next one. This time though, she sits too vigorously, and slides off the stool and onto her butt on the stage floor. She wants to laugh at herself, but with time running low, Kendall urges her to hurry.

Coryn gets back to her feet. Kendall places another pie down, and notices a lot of cream building up on Coryn's backside. Kendall takes it upon herself to run her hand across Coryn's ass. The cameras all too eagerly catch it: friend grabs handfuls of friend's shapely butt.

But Coryn isn't expecting this, so she starts to sit, and Kendall can't get her hand out of the way. Coryn sits half on the pie and half on her friend's hand. The pie won't stick!

Kendall tosses the pie aside, grabs another one and this time lets Coryn do the work herself. She has the hang of this sit-and-trot thing, but time is running dangerously low. She drops the third plate in the bucket when she hears the audience counting the time off.

FIVE! FOUR!

She sprints back as quickly as she can.

TWO!

PLOONK! One last smoosh of ass into gooey pie.

BUZZ!

"That's it!" Marc shouts. "Time's up!"

The crowd is buzzing in anticipation. Both women slump their shoulders. They know they've only got three pies in the bucket, and now they're probably going to pay dearly for it.

"Well, by my count, you've got three pies, and that's just not enough, so Robin, I'm gonna need more pies, bring me more pies please!"

Robin wheels out even more pies it's like a conveyor belt back there and is met with even louder cheers. The girls eye them with trepidation. They know those pies are about to be splattered all over their faces and bodies.

Marc turns his attention toward the audience.

"Can I get a couple of volunteers? Who would love a chance to pie these lovely young ladies?"

Unsurprisingly, tons of hands go up. Being in a party town, there are so many smoking hot guys and girls in the crowd, but Marc is looking for a different type. He loves the idea of ordinary guys getting revenge on pretty girls who would otherwise never give them the time of day. He picks out two young dudes, probably no more than a year or two out of college. One is very skinny and awkward-seeming a paralegal-type and the other is taller and heavier and is wearing glasses. They join Marc and the girls up front.

"Can you introduce yourselves?"

"I'm Ethan," says the slender guy.

"David," says the taller guy.

"Great, and have either of you met Kendall or Coryn before?"

They nod no.

"Well," Marc says, "In that case, you're about to get very well acquainted. Robin, let's give these guys a couple of pies each.

"And gentlemen, on the count of three, I want you to show these ladies what happens if you make a scene in our audience. I need you to really let 'em have it, okay?"

They both nod in agreement and approach their targets: Ethan eyeing Coryn, and David measuring up Kendall. In no situation would Coryn or Kendall probably ever give Ethan and David any attention whatsoever. No situation except for this one.

Coryn is visibly frightened about getting pied. She shifts from one foot to the other, lets out tiny yelps, and runs her fingers through her long auburn hair. Meanwhile, Kendall pleads with David, her palms out, her head shaking side to side, as if to say please, don't do this to me.

"On the count of three!"

ONE! TWO! THREE!