A Dish Best Served Fairly: Chapter 2

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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“Guys,  c’mon! Pleeeeeease! I’ll be a total snoozefest if I have to do it alone,” said Morgan, doing something a touch out of character; begging.

Having finally worked up the nerve to ask her mom to let her go down to Florida for summer break to spend a weekend at Alyssa’s dad’s vacation home, Morgan couldn’t have been more dejected when she received a simple ultimatum in return. “I’ll let you spend the whole summer how you like and even pay for your little trip with your friends, so long as you volunteer at the end of Summer Festival,” said her mom, who was tired of never seeing her little girl back home, “You’re going into your final year of college! Before long, you’ll have a house and a job and no time to come home and enjoy a whole weekend at a fair. So I want you to make the most of it and spend some time with the friends and family you have right here.”

Needless to say, spending the end of her final summer break around a bunch of sweaty kids and smelly animals didn’t sound very enthusing to Morgan. Knowing it was her only way to get to Florida with her friends, she pivoted from refusing to go herself to trying to coerce her friends into joining her, “It may not be the most fun thing to do in the world but we can totally make it fun. What do you guys say.”

Looking at each other with iffy expressions, Alyssa and Karley were less than sold about this plan, primarily because their whole revenge scheme will have already long played out by that point in the summer. However, before either of them could turn down Morgan’s gracious offer, Sawyer sat forward with a big smile on her face. “Sure!” she said, without a hint of malice in her expression or voice, “I mean, you two grew up in big cities right? You didn’t have big fairs to fuck around at. Plus, it’s been so long since I’ve been back myself, so I’m up for a small trip down memory lane.”

“Eeeee! Yay! I knew I could count on you guys,” said Morgan, rushing over to hug Sawyer as if her answer counted as a yes for Alyssa and Karley as well. While wrapped up in Sawyers’s arms, she was unaware of the cruel, calculating looks that her three best lackeys were shooting each other.

Morgan was definitely right; they were going to make it much more fun.

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*DING DING DING!*

“We have a winner!” said Morgan, using the customer service voice that she had acquired through years of working part-time in retail. She grabbed the small, multi-colored dolphin plushie off the middle shelf that the snot-nosed preteen was pointing to before handing the kid his prize with a bright smile on her face. Under the surface though, she was seething over her arch enemies having invaded the safe space of her hometown, at her invitation no less. As a new set of players sat down in front of the water guns to try their hand at winning the big prize, she made her way to the back of the booth to reset the targets, letting the smile wash clean from her face in favor of shooting a death scowl at Alyssa.

Flipping the switch and draining the water back into the pump system, Morgan signed before addressing Alyssa, making sure to avoid any and all eye contact with that traitor. “After each round, you reset the targets and call the next group up. Think you’ve got the hang of it?” she said, hoping for a yes so she could get away from training duty as fast as possible.

“Um…yeah, I think so. Though, do you mind being the announcer person a couple more times?” asked Alyssa earnestly. She didn’t want to admit it but she was feeling super on edge to have to be performative. Even back in school, she struggled to give speeches in class from the dread it filled her with.

Sighing, if Morgan was able to sense the anxiety oozing off Alyssa, she didn’t much care. “Whatever, just let me know when you’re good to take over,” she said, flipping the stitch on the water pump back to allow water to flow freely to the water pistols. Reestablishing her dutiful retail employee expression, she turned around and addressed the next set of contestants, “You guys got ready fast. Is everyone ready for some fun?”

*GUUUUUUUUURRRRRRGGGGLE!*

All of a sudden, Morgan’s eyes went wide as the ping of pain in her bowels nearly caused her to double over. Recognizing she had little time to find a bathroom before making a bathroom out of her diaper for the rest of the night, she made a mad dash for the booth’s exit, keeping her butthole tightly puckered with each step. “Alyssa, take over for a sec,” was all she said before sprinting off in the direction of the port-a-potties, leaving stage-frightened Alyssa to fend for herself.

Pushing her way through the massive crowd, Morgan arrived at a large row of a dozen or so port-a-potties, each one with a line of people in front of it. With no time to play the waiting game, she barged over to the first open door she saw and jumped inside before the next person in line could do so.

As a justifiably angry man pounded away at the plastic door, Morgan paid his barking no mind as she quickly yanked down her diaper and sat back on the toilet, letting out a horribly loud fart the moment her ass made contact with the seat.

*BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRT!!!*

“Ahhhhh! Fuck yes!” said Morgan, pumping her fist in the air victoriously as a stream of semi-soft mush escaped her pressurized bowels. With only two messy accidents this week, she was well on her way back to being fully potty trained, which would allow her to put the events of her summer trip behind her once in for all.

Ironically, Morgan wasn’t the only one celebrating a personal win. Back at the water guns booth, Alyssa meekly waved goodbye to the row of kids getting up from their seats, having survived her first time hosting all by herself! It wasn’t perfect but without a doubt, she’d definitely get more comfortable as the night went on. Making her way back to the drain of the water pump as Morgan had shown her to do, her cheerful expression suddenly soured as she spotted Sawyer poking her head into the booth.

“Pssst, over here!” said Sawyer in a half-whisper, half-shout. Holding her phone up to read from it, she relayed her latest evil plan to Alyssa. She moved inside the tent and crouched down behind the water gun targets as she began re-routing several tubes. “So, I did some research on this water pump. I’ve managed to rig it so the clear hose is connected to each of the targets so that all the water is siphoned into it. If you were to take that tube and shove it into Morgan’s diaper during a game, she’d be accosted by six water guns at once, all directly into her thirsty padding!”

Glancing over at the precise hose that Sawyer was talking about, Alyssa’s brain began to cycle through the ramifications of turning a carnival game into another setting to enact humiliating revenge on Morgan. “Hey, not to poo-poo your idea but are you sure we should still be doing this? Rush Week starts in two weeks and I don’t want to have Morgan more pissed at me than she already is,” she said, hoping to talk Sawyer out of any revenge stunts while in such a public setting.

“That’s precisely why we need to do this. You know for a fact that Morgan’s gonna try to make our lives a living hell regardless. So we need to make moves now so that she’s too scared to retaliate once school begins,”  said Sawyer, a tinge of desperation in her voice. Spotting Morgan approaching in the distance, she knew her time was up to talk to Alyssa, “Look, just do it. I gotta go.” With that, she darted away from the water guns, getting out of sight just as Morgan rounded the corner for her booth’s entrance.

Moving back up to the front of her booth, Morgan nudged Alyssa back, reclaiming her position as host. “Thanks for holding down the fort. I can take over again,” she said dismissively, shooing Alyssa to the back corner of the booth again. Just in time too, as Cindy had arrived to check on the newbie and her gracious mentor.

“Hiya Morgan! How goes everything?” asked Cindy, feeling extra jazzed that this night had so far gone off without a hitch.

Brushing her hair back and flashing a “genuine” smile at Cindy, Morgan was more than happy to explain how well everything had been going. “Honestly, I forgot how fun it was here,” she lied, hoping to get Cindy out of her hair as fast as possible, “Plus, it’s been a blast working with Alyssa. She may be one of them city folk, but she’s getting there.” The two country girls shared a giggle at Alyssa’s expense.

Fuming over the condescension that Morgan was serving up, Alyssa received the little push she needed for her mind to be right back where it was during their summer trip. Any sympathy for Morgan she felt was merely a reflection of her own caring nature, reminding herself that she was dealing with the devil in fashion boots. Untwisting the rubber hose from the central pump, Alyssa snuck up behind Morgan while she was chatting with Cindy and eased the hose into the back of her diaper, something that was surprisingly easy given that Morgan’s fat ass pushed the back of her pants and diaper open several inches. She made sure to keep the hose from touching Morgan’s skin or weighing down her diaper so as not to tip her off.

“One sec, lemme get this round started,” said Morgan, briefly pausing her conversation with Cindy to kick off the next water gun game, “Alright shooters! Ready…aim…fire!”

Pressing a small button positioned under the booth’s counter, a loud buzzer went off to signal the start of the game. All at once, six streams of water came gushing out of the half-dozen water pistols and landing directly into the wide-mouthed target. While normally each target would fill up its own canister, this time the water rushed into the centralized tube just as Sawyer had rigged it to do. In a matter of seconds, the pump shot the clear liquid through the narrow tube, launching it directly toward an unsuspecting Morgan.

Waiting until the water was almost at the end of the hose, Alyssa jammed the tube as far as she could into Morgan’s diaper, no longer caring if Morgan discovered what she was doing now that the water was about to alert her anyway. Without enough time to get the hose out, the only thing left to do was sit back and enjoy the show.

“In a couple more games, I’m sure Alyssa could-EEP! What the-?" said Morgan who was startled by the appearance of a long, rubber hose invading her diaper and wedging itself between her milky thighs. Tragically for the diaper-clad college senior, she couldn’t even finish her sentence before the water nation attacked.

*SPLASH!*

All blood drained from Morgan’s face as a splash of icy water enveloped the most sensitive area of her body. She shrieked and fell to her knees as her padding quickly absorbed every last drop that flooded into it. Meanwhile, six frustrated players continued to aim water right at their target’s bullseye, confused why their targets weren’t filling up. It wasn’t long before the contents of her oversaturated diaper began to spill out onto her jeans, sending a series of trickles racing across her lap and darkening her crotch. She tried to yank the hose out as fast as she could but how far the hose had been shoved into her diaper and the fact that her body weight was now resting on top of it kept the rubber tube locked in place.

“W-WHA…WHAT’S GOING…WHAT ARE YOU…?” stuttered Cindy, utterly flabbergasted by the bizarre sight she was now witness to. It took her only a few seconds to put two and two together, causing her to race to collect the water pistols from each player. “S-So sorry! This game is…out of order! Here, have a couple of food vouchers on the house,” she said, trying to remain calm as she ushered the players away from the water guns with the promise of free stuff.

Left shuddering on the ground as her butt sunk into the thoroughly swollen diaper, Morgan was still too in shock to comprehend what just happened. It only went she looked up at Alyssa’s coy expression that she was able to connect the dots. “Y-You…”

“What on Goddess’s green Earth was that?!” shouted Cindy, preventing Morgan from railing against Alyssa as she went off on the obscene display she was at the center of, “There’s zero chance that water ended up in your pants on accident. And…I-IS THAT A DIAPER?!” She gestured to the exposed waistband of her diaper, which had become blatantly obvious thanks to how stretched out the seat of her pants was.

Taking the opportunity to sink Morgan’s battleship for good, Alyssa stepped in between Morgan and Cindy, offering a cheery smile to her new boss. “I tried to tell her it was a bad idea. She thought it would be something fun and silly for the kiddies,” said Alyssa, grabbing the tube still sticking out of Morgan’s diaper and yanking it out in one fluid motion, “And as for the diapers, she had to wear them since the start of summer because of stress accidents. College life can do that to you. Though, if you ask me, I think she enjoys them more than she’s letting on.”

“Th-that’s not-” protested Morgan before getting harshly shushed by Cindy. Her cheeks flared up over being silenced so effortlessly as if she really were a small child being reprimanded by an adult.

Between the hose, the diaper, and the fact that everything had been rigged so perfectly, there was nothing Morgan could say that would alter Cindy’s belief that Morgan did this to herself. “We’re taking you back to the tent. We have some emergency changing supplies you can use. But you are done working the Midway. I can’t have any more “fun and silly” ideas in the busiest section of the fair,” she said pointedly, showing off the leadership skills that got her this position in the first place, “Alyssa, once we get the water pump fixed, do you think you could handle this booth alone?”

“Oh yeah! I got this,” said Alyssa, her enthusiasm managing to piss Morgan off even more.

Entering the booth, Cindy grabbed Morgan by the hand and pulled her to her feet, causing Morgan to realize how much stronger this petite girl was than her. “Let’s go, Morgan. I can’t have you sitting in a soggy diaper all night,” said Cindy, forcing Morgan to waddle quickly behind her as they made a B-line for the volunteer’s tent, “If you can’t handle operating a booth without supervision, then I’m putting you in a far less vital position where someone can keep a close eye on you.”

Knowing that Cindy’s mind was set in stone, Morgan decided not to waste her energy arguing. The humiliation would just be dragged out by trying to argue at this point. At least she could take solace in the knowledge that she wouldn’t have to work close to Alyssa anymore. Gritting her teeth, she trailed behind that incoming college freshman, ready to do what she had to do to get this night over with as fast as possible.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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