A Dish Best Served Fairly: Chapter 6

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, bondage, humiliation, domination, diaper-filling, masturbation/diaper sex, hypermessing, WAM, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

Co-Written By: LittlePissy

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Toilet duty. The lowest possible position one could have at the fair. The job was simple. Whenever a port-a-potty was not in use, it was the person on toilet duty’s job to sanitize the latrines. It wasn’t a fun or attractive job but someone had to do it. And in the case of Morgan, the girl who couldn’t stop getting into trouble at every turn, it was a fitting position to give.

“If you like the smell of shit so much, then I am gonna give you exactly what you want,” said that bitch of a fair manager, Cindy after Morgan was fished out of the dunk tank, which had been turned into one giant diaper pail. As if her inability to climb out of the diapers on her own wasn’t enough, the time she spent in the tank had caused the putrid scent of diaper powder and muddy accidents to latch onto her like a foul-scented demon possessing her soul. At least having the smell constantly following her around had one major benefit. Not a single person was willing to come within ten feet of her, keeping the amount of ridicule she received to a minimum.

Dragging her heavily soaked from port-a-potty to port-a-potty, Morgan could feel the exhaustion of the evening getting to her. She’d been through a lot, both in the form of physical exertion and immense humiliation. Her one saving grace was for how shit of a job cleaning the shitters was, at least she didn’t have anyone supervising her anymore. This allowed her to have a seat and rest every could of potties. She scoffed at the image of herself sitting on a plastic potty in a massively swollen diaper, her mental state caught between laughing and cringing at herself.

After catching her breath for a couple of minutes, Morgan stood up and proceeded to do a terrible job wiping down the stall. It wasn’t that she couldn’t do better. She just didn’t want to. It was gross enough to stink as badly as a toilet. She didn’t exactly want to lean over one for an extended period of time. Just the sight of the blue, lump liquid below was enough to make her gag.

“Um, Miss!” Exiting the port-a-potty, Morgan was surprised to see there was a girl who couldn’t have been older than ten years old rushing up to her, “Excuse me, miss. You work here right?”

Looking down at the child, Morgan did her best to tug her skirt down to prevent the girl with a lower eyeline from seeing her shame. “Uh, yeah kid. What’s up?” she said, avoiding eye contact.

“I saw one of the potties leaking at the far end. I just wanted to let someone know,” said the girl, pointing down the row of port-a-potties.

Sighing, Morgan did not want to be the person to deal with that kind of problem. Cleaning a toilet was bad enough. She wasn’t about to get on her hands and knees and fix a broken one. Still, if she did nothing and that blue shit damaged the field, she’d have yet another reason to be chided. The least she could do was check it out and find someone to help her fix it. “I’ll take care of it. Thanks, kid,” she said, shooing the little girl away as she waddled down the potty line.

Left alone, the little girl immediately turned and ran around one of the nearby tents, where Sawyer was waiting for her. “I told her about the leak like you told me to. Now pay up,” she said, holding out her hand shrewdly.

“Dang! Kids today mean business, huh?” said Sawyer, slightly impressed by the tiny entrepreneur as she handed her a crisp $50 bill, “And remember, you didn’t see anything.” She placed a stack of tickets on top of the cash before pressing a finger to her lips.

Walking around to the backside of the port-a-potties, Morgan braced herself for the rotten, blue puddle somewhere in the grass. However, she did not find the leak that the little girl was talking about, instead finding something much more ominous waiting for her. Connected to five of the port-a-potties were five clear hoses, which ran across the grass until they converged on a contraption that looked like something straight out of a Saw movie. And at the center of the contraption was an all too familiar plain, white diaper with a CrissBaby logo on its waistband.

It took all of three seconds for Morgan to piece together in her head what was going on. There never was any leak. That little girl had lured her into yet another one of her tormentors’ humiliating traps. Knowing that nothing good would come of sticking around, she turned around and began running toward the nearest fair booth, hoping to get public eyes on her as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, Karley and Alyssa were waiting for Morgan, converging on her from around the corner of a pair of adjacent potties and grabbing one of her arms each. “Morgan! There you are! I haven’t seen you all night! Been staying out of trouble?” said Alyssa sarcastically as she and Karley carried Morgan back behind the potties before pinning her to the ground next to the contraption.

“Lemme go! This is fucked up! HELP!” screamed Morgan, hoping for someone to come to her aid before all hell broke loose. Tragically, the port-a-potties were all stationed on the far end of the fairgrounds to keep the smell as far away from the rest of the fair as possible, isolating her from any potential help.

With both of her arms trapped under Karley and Alyssa’s combined body weight, there was little Morgan could do to free herself. Her eyes frantically looked around her immediate area, hoping to find anything to turn the tide against her assailants. Sadly, all she could see were blades of freshly cut grass and the contraption she’d soon be placed within.

Getting a better chance to look at the doom that awaited her, Morgan was able to put two and two together pretty quickly. If those potties were hooked up to that diaper, then once the rear hatches were unlocked, that same blue sludge she had been gagging over would soon be filling her diaper, along with gallons of raw sewage courtesy of the local townsfolk. It was, without a doubt, Sawyer’s cruelest plan to date.

Speaking of Sawyer, Morgan’s eyes were soon graced by a pair of Converse All-Stars that she knew belonged to her arch-enemy. “This is fucked, even for you!” she yelled, craning her neck up to glare at Sawyer directly.

“On the contrary, I think this is about on par. Though, I am starting to worry that I’m becoming a little addicted to making you suffer,” said Sawyer, her voice sounding way too pleased with herself. Grabbing the open diaper, she did her best to corral Morgan’s lower half so that she could fit the padding onto her, something made extra difficult thanks to the numerous hoses that were connected to it, “And don’t worry, I made sure to pick up a Grow-With-Me Diaper for the occasion to make sure your new nappy can hold all the mucky waste coming your way. Alyssa, go grab some rope for our little rope bunny.”

Slowly shifting the hold she had on Morgan’s body to Karley, Alyssa jumped to her feet. “On it, boss,” she said, rushing around to where they had their supplies stashed.

With the diaper positioned under Morgan’s tush, Sawyer got to work, quickly applying a mess lotion and powder to her victim’s lower half.

“Hey! Hey! You’re missing spots. Getting up under her butt cheek,” said Karley, micromanaging Sawyer’s diapering prowess from the side.

Lifting her head, Sawyer shot Karley a look of annoyance. “Will you zip it and let me do this? Also, what does it matter? We’re enacting revenge over here. Do you really care if she gets a rash?”

“It’s not about that. It’s the principal of the matter,” responded Karley with a bit of bite to her statement. As a proud diaper dom, under no circumstances could she allow shoddy diapering, no matter the occasion.

However, while Sawyer and Karely bickered amongst themselves, they failed to notice what was going on with the girl they were supposed to be subduing. Wiggling her body in an attempt to claw her way out from under the pair of vicious sorority girls, Morgan wasn’t just going to lie down and let this happen, not if she could help it. Balling her hands into fists, she dug deep, gathering whatever strength she could in hopes of knocking her captors off balance.

Fortunately for Morgan, fate seems to be on her side at that moment. After months of failing to regain the ability to use her muscles at full power thanks to the Little Body Formula she’d been tricked into ingesting, she managed to unlock a surge of strength, returning her body to full power. And thanks to the opening that Sawyer and Karley’s little spat was creating, she had the perfect chance to catch them off-guard.

Flatting her hands as her private self-defense instructor once taught her, she yanked her elbow back, forcing it free from Karley’s grasp. With her dominant hand now free, she knew she needed to work fast. She only had one shot to take the upper hand for good and she couldn’t afford to mess this up. Whipping her arm across her body, she slammed her fist against Sawyer's jaw, dropping the soon-to-be sophomore to the ground in one fell swoop. This freed up her legs, which she promptly lifted, planting them against Karley’s stomach and kicking her backward with all the force she had.

Stumbling backward, Karley crashed into the nearest port-a-potty, bonking her head on one of its hard, plastic corners. It wasn’t an incredibly hard impact but it didn’t have to be to send her falling to the grass unconscious.

As Sawyer reeled on the ground with her hand rubbing her aching cheek, Morgan rolled off of the diaper that had been slid under her butt and scrambled to her feet, letting out a nervous laugh as she looked back and forth between her dispatched rivals. “Y-Yes! I fucking did it!” she said, shadowboxing the air in victory. Locking her eyes on the noisy fairground that stood on the other side of the port-a-potties, all she had to do now was make a break from the big crowd and she’ll have foiled Sawyer's latest humiliation scheme.

However, as Sawyer climbed up on her hands and knees and let out a painful groan as she stretched her jaw out, a need for revenge stronger than anything Morgan had felt before overtook her reasoning. With the open diaper only inches away, she planted her foot on Sawyer’s back, pushing her back down and keeping her nailed to the floor, “Oh no no no no no! You’re not going anywhere yet!”

“GAH! G-Get the fuck off me!” said Sawyer, sounding a lot less intimating now that she no longer had any power. Her body began to quiver involuntarily as she stared up at Morgan the trauma of the torture Morgan used to inflict upon her reared its ugly head.

Returning to the group a coil of rope slung over her shoulder, Alyssa expected to find Morgan already diapered up and ready to go. “Hey guys, I’m back with the…stuff…” she said, her words petering off as she gawked at Morgan standing over both Sawyer and Karley.

“Welcome back, Alyssa,” said Morgan, her overly cheery voice sending shivers down her sorority sisters’ spines. The Queen was officially back on her throne, “Would you be a dear and give me a hand with our sorority's new House Baby?”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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