I've written numerous 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 variants. I hope you'll consider becoming a patron today -- it's only $3/month!

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Introduction
It was Day 1 of the inaugural Life's a Beach Festival, a 4-day music festival being held for the first time on the beach in Daytona Beach, Florida.

Comedy Central was a presenting sponsor of the festival, and their smash hit show, the revival of the 90s variety show What Would You Do, was located in Daytona Beach and was taping a special episode where winners of games played on the show would take home 4-Day VIP passes to L-A-B Fest, giving them upgraded accommodations and access to the most exclusive areas at the festival.

The first game of the day was a simple one: two teams of four went head-to-head, one person from each team was assigned to a day of the festival, and had to name more artists performing that day than their opponent. The loser had to pick one of eight squares from a "Mystery Board", which contained numerous punishments and, ultimately, a GAME OVER square, which would award the VIP passes to the other team, and send every member of the team that drew the square to one of the show's infamous pie devices, inspired by the messy contraptions of the original.

Four girls and four guys took part in this game. The girls were rising seniors at the University of Minnesota and who had just driven in from Minneapolis earlier that morning; the guys were rising seniors at Arizona State University, and they too had just driven in from Tempe earlier that day.

After the eight-round game, the girls were totally destroyed. As a penalty for losing different rounds, all four of them received a pie slammed in her face and another smashed into each of their asses.
Lizzie is a member of the school dance team and had the slim, ballerina-type body to prove it. She started the game in a white cropped 3/4-sleeve shirt and matching white leggings, but got caked in the butt, caked in the face, and had her clothes cut off to reveal a white and blue striped bikini top and matching thong underneath.
Maddie was the Barbie of the group, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a petite build. She wore a pink bralette underneath a magenta cropped hoodie that was stained with pie mess. She also sported pink yoga pants on her long legs, and had pink nails to match it all. However, her entire outfit was splattered with green slime after having been on the receiving end of a "bazooka gun" fired straight at her body.
Nicole is somewhere between a blonde and a redhead; 5'5" with a runner's build and with nothing but a sky blue sports bra that was slowly getting stickier and stickier from pie remnants, and tie-dyed white and sky blue short bike shorts, completely discolored after having the ingredients of an ice cream sundae unceremoniously dumped into them. Melting ice cream mixed with chocolate syrup could be seen oozing down her tanned thighs.
Bea had put in the most work into her look today, but you couldn't tell by looking at her now. She was ready to rock out in a black v-neck tank top, black mini-skirt and fishnet stockings, all of which covered up an American flag tube top bikini, but all that was left of her was the bikini; like Lizzie, her black outfit was cut to shreds as a penalty for losing a previous round, and like Nicole, she had the remnants of an ice cream sundae all over her body.

Meanwhile, the guys had largely gotten off scot-free, with the exception of one burly bro.
Ricky is Mexican-American, 5'10" and toned with tan skin and close cropped dark brown hair. He sported a Toon Squad jersey (from Space Jam) and paired it with maroon and gold basketball shorts with the Arizona State trident logo on them.
Charlie wore a pink and black Inter Miami jersey with Lionel Messi's name and #10 on the back, with light blue denim jeans. He looked every bit a soccer player, shorter and more slender with a well-built lower half.
Ben was a striking 6'4" Swedish international student with a blonde ponytail and pecs for days beneath his unbuttoned baseball-style button-down shirt. Like Jason, Ben's thighs were basically popping out of his jorts. Partially by his proximity to these guys, he transformed from a mild-mannered freshman international student to one of the hardest partiers on campus.
Jason is jacked, Italian-American and had a strong Staten Island accent. He came in looking like he just finished a workout, wearing a skintight blue tank top with the Superman logo on it and slim-fit running shorts on his thick thighs. He had cemented his bro-y look by gelling his hair that day. But all of that was wiped away when the REVERSE THE ENTIRE BOARD square came up and he had to get all the punishments all the girls faced: getting his clothes cut off, getting pied repeatedly, and getting caked. Now, he was nothing but a blubbering mess, pie filling up and down his body, with blast zones covering his face, chest, and, curiously, his crotch, where splatters of white whipped cream and red cherry pie filling smothered his formerly bright lime green speedo.

On top of all this, the girls had just drawn the GAME OVER square, forfeiting the VIP passes to the boys and sentencing each of them to a pie device to receive one final humiliation.

Finale
Just before the show went to commercial, one of the boys grabbed Marc's microphone and mocked them one last time with their sentence.

"Every one of these bitches is going to a pie device, LET'S GOOOOOO, SEE YA LADIES!!!"

As the show returned from break, we now see how each girl is going to pay the price.

Poor Bea was locked into the Torture Machine, the Pie Pod/Pie Wash combo now outfitted with four cakes aimed at her face, several cream nozzles positioned above her body, and a bucket of mystery mess in the shape of a crown right above her head. Her wrists were locked to the chair's armrests, her ankles to the chair's legs, leaving a wide open target in just a skimpy American flag tube top bikini, still dripping melting cream and chocolate from being turned into a human sundae.

Nicole climbed a tall ladder, taking her 20 feet above the stage floor, only to take a seat like a lever positioned over a vat full of mess. The seat had one job: release the girl in the sports bra and tight shorts to take a terrifying freefall into slop. Except this time, instead of pie filling, the tank is filled with hundreds of gallons of green slime. Droplets of melting ice cream and bits of pie fell off Nicole's body and took the long plunge down to the slime as Nicole shook and shivered on the seat, practically on the brink of a nervous breakdown.

Meanwhile, Maddie and Lizzie were both at the Pie Slide. But instead of being at the top of the slide, ready to take a long journey into a comically oversized cream pie, the skinny dancer Lizzie stood at the end of a diving board hanging a couple of feet over the giant pie. Just off the pie, firmly on safe ground, stood Marc alongside messy Maddie. Between them was a catapult with a single sheet cake on it.

And that's where the final punishments would begin.

"Welcome back to What Would You Do!" Marc exclaimed. "If you watched the game before the break, you'll know that not only did the women's team from the University of Minnesota get clobbered with pies, cakes, and all sorts of good stuff, they also lost the game, giving the treasured Life's a Beach weekend VIP passes over to the boys team!

"So while the boys sip Pina Coladas in beach chairs next to the stage, each and every one of these girls is probably gonna be picking some sticky stuff out of their hair the rest of the weekend.

"Now I've got Maddie here, and she tells me that she was roped into playing this game at the very last minute, is that right, Maddie?"

"It was Nicole's idea," Maddie pleaded. "I was just trying to play along, but I didn't think it'd end up like this!"

"Well," Marc said, "I'm gonna give you one last chance to save yourself.

"We've got Lizzie standing on the edge of that diving board right in front of you. And right here, we've got one giant cake on a nice little catapult for you.

"Your job is to launch that cake directly at Lizzie and knock her backwards into the giant pie on our famous What Would You Do Pie Slide!"

The crowd roars. Lizzie is like a lamb being led to a creamy slaughter.

"You get one shot at it. If you hit her, and she falls in, you're safe, and nothing else happens to you! But if you hit her and she doesn't fall, or if you miss her with the cake altogether, you get to take a seat right over there" Marc points at the seat at the top of the Pie Slide ramp "--and you get to go down the Pie Slide yourself, okay?"

The crowd roars again. One of these two is getting messy, either bikini-and-thong dancer Lizzie, or the Barbie in matching pink bralette and leggings, Maddie.

The camera zips over to show Lizzie at the edge of the diving board, sneaking a peek at the massive cream pie below her. Her anxiety is palpable. She shifts her weight from foot to foot, though this nervous energy will only make her more unstable, even likelier to fall into the dessert if hit by the cake.

"Can we get a slow clap going, folks?" Marc says.

The audience starts to clap and stomp their feet, creating a thunderous roar throughout the studio. This is going to be good.

"On the count of three, Maddie, aim the cake, pull the lever, and give Lizzie your best shot!"

The claps hit a crescendo as the audience begins the count. Lizzie's arms go ramrod straight as they drop to her sides.

ONE! TWO! THREE!

Maddie yanks a cord and sends the cake flying through the air. Nicole sees it approaching her face at high speed, and immediately shuts her eyes. She hears nothing but silence as she awaits the impact. Will it be hard? Will it hurt? She'd already been caked in the face and in the ass for losing an earlier round will she ever see a birthday party the same way again?

It feels like forever, and she lets out a little involuntary yelp, and right at that moment

BLAM!

The two-foot-long cake shuts her up, slamming right in her face and blasting the top half of her body, from her head to her tits. Her mangled, long, blonde hair flies skyward from the force of the hit. The cake was so dense that she had no shot. It explodes all over her, sending colorful frosting, doughy cake, and rainbow sprinkles all over the place, and easily shoving her barely 100-pound body flying through the air.

Lizzie leaves her feet and for a moment, she feels herself flying. For a split second, it feels freeing, until she feels gravity's grip take over and feels herself falling.

The feeling doesn't last very long.

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