A Dish Best Served Fairly: Chapter 8

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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“I thought you were turning a leaf on this diaper thing, but clearly you want to be treated like a baby who doesn’t know how to use a big girl toilet,” shouted Morgan’s mother, Helen, as she stood over her daughter with a bottle of baby powder in hand. She angrily began to dump the powder onto Morgan’s diaper area, coating her with far more than necessary before lifting up the front and mashing down the taps as quickly as possible, “There! Is my big baby all happy now, or are you planning on hooking that diaper up to the sewer line?”

Normally, Morgan would’ve been mortified by her mother’s condescending need to cause a scene and embarrass her publicly whenever she fucked up as if she was distancing herself from Morgan’s big mistake as much as she could. However, while Helen was certainly giving her daughter an earful, almost none of it registered. Instead, with her head turned to the side, Morgan glared endlessly at a very shaken Sawyer, who had a blanket around her shoulders and a fresh diaper around her waist.

Sitting on the back bumper of an ambulance and squeezing a half-empty water bottle in her hands tightly, Sawyer’s mind was caught in a rut, unable to stop reliving the traumatic situation that Morgan had just put her through. It didn’t matter if she was the one who built the system of tubes that were connected to the port-a-potties. She had unwittingly become a victim of her own design but no matter how much blame belonged on her own shoulders, she refused to acknowledge any wrongdoing on her part.

“Please open your mouth and lift your tongue for me,” said the county fair’s dedicated EMT specialist, who placed a thermometer under Sawyer’s tongue as she obeyed his request. After a few seconds, the thermometer beeped, “Perfect, no fever either, so you should be alright. You’re lucky that the diaper was able to hold so much waste without leaking. If you had gotten any in your eyes and mouth, it could have been very serious. I’m still going to write you a prescription for an anti-bacterial body wash that I want you to use for the next two weeks daily.” He began writing a prescription on his notepad.

Despite the wealth of information Sawyer was giving, much like Morgan, she heard almost none of it, too busy returning Morgan’s affection by gritting her teeth and glaring right back. Thankfully, Alyssa was on standby to offer a helping hand. “W-We’ll make sure she knows what to do,” she said, accepting the slip of paper with Sawyer’s prescription on Sawyer's behalf. Glancing inside the ambulance, she spotted her other sister, Karley, who was lying on a gurney with her forehead wrapped in bandages, “How’s Karley doing, by the way?”

“Just a mild concussion. She should be up and moving in a day or two. She’ll need to take things slow for a little bit, though,” said the specialist, helping Sawyer to her feet as he closed up the back of the ambulance, “Would you mind finding your friend a place to sit? I’ll need to make a trip back to the hospital.”

Taking Sawyer by the arm, Alyssa helped her to one of the nearby fold-up chairs inside the volunteer’s tent. While it did mean moving Morgan and Sawyer closer together, it was the most immediate place for Sawyer to rest. “Do you need me to get you anything?” she asked, waving a hand in front of Sawyer’s eyes as she said nothing and continued to stare viciously in Morgan’s direction, “You can’t kill her, you know. She’s like the head cheerleader version of Michael fucking Myers. Do you know how many girls I’ve watched drop out of our sorority just because of her? We had our fun and took our pound of flesh but short of incriminating ourselves by releasing those videos from over summer break, there’s nothing we can do in the long term. The best thing you can do now is lay low and hope that turning the tables on you tonight was enough to satisfy her.” Taking in a deep breath following her rant, she hoped that at least some of what she said got through to Sawyer.

Sadly, Alyssa wasn’t super hopeful as Sawyer did nothing to show she registered anything her sister said. However, contrary to what Alyssa believed, Sawyer had paid attention to each and every word, proving as much as she responded, the lisping jelly still heavily in effect, “Da best fing, huh?” She let out a long, discontented sigh. “I don cawe how many of ouw sistews habe faiwed. An I cewtainwy don gibe a fuck bout wuh she might do ta me. I wanna wuin her. I wanna take evewyfing she woves, buwn it to da gwoun, and piss on da ashes fo good measuwe.”

Backing away from Sawyer a little, Alyssa didn’t want to admit that her Summer-long partner in crime was scaring the shit out of her. Her eyes followed Sawyer’s back to Morgan, catching sight of Morgan and Sawyer’s matching death glares. With only a week before everyone would be back in the Tri Delta house, things were certain to get explosive.

“Alright, where the fuck is she?!” said Cindy, causing everyone to drop what they were doing as she burst into the volunteer’s tent. Spotting Morgan lying on a bench with Helen standing over her, she marched up to the mother-daughter duo looking for answers, “Do you understand the very literal shit storm you have caused tonight? Not only is that section of the field going to have to be dug up, but we also just lost our deposit on those port-a-potties for improper disposal! That’s thousands of fucking dollars down the drain!”

Not wanting things to escalate to a legal battle over financing, Alyssa quickly rushed over to Cindy and stepped in between her and Morgan. “H-hey, let’s all just relax a little. If money’s the issue, I’d be happy to cover the charges. My dad’s loaded and I get a BIG allowance” she said, laughing nervously. She knew that if Cindy and the fair’s backers did end up taking Morgan to court, Morgan would be able to link all of Sawyer’s handy work back to her anyway. At least this way, she was off the hook in a legal sense.

Simmering down thanks to Alyssa’s offer, Cindy was relieved to have a solution for the biggest problem on her plate. She may not have been one for handouts but this was a special occasion. That didn’t mean her anger had fully dissipated though. Still fuming, she shifted gears on where to direct her unbridled rage. “W-While your donation is much appreciated, that still doesn’t change the fact that the first night of this fair has been a complete disaster!”

With her diaper crinkling loudly under her but as she sat upright, Morgan’s eye contact with Sawyer finally broke as she turned her attention to the whiny eighteen-year-old. “It’s whatever. I quit anyway so you won’t have to worry about me for the rest of the weekend. Happy?” she groaned, hoping that this would put an end to Cindy’s bitching so she could go home and pretend this all never happened.

Unfortunately, Cindy had other ideas. “Oh no, you don’t! You’re not getting out volunteering that easily,” she said, folding her arms as she leaned her head in so it was hovering above Morgan’s face, “For the next two days, you are mine. I have more than enough jobs to give you, and I can promise that you’re going to hate every single one of them, diaper perv.”

With her expression turning sour, Morgan turned to her mother, hoping that she could somehow get her out of more volunteer work. “Mom, c-clearly I’m not in the right mental headspace to be volunteering at a fair. I fulfilled my end of the bargain and did what I could tonight. Please, just take me home” she said, lowering her head and grabbing Helen’s hand meekly.

“Oh, I’m gonna take you home alright, Morgi-Bean. And then it’s straight to bed. You have a long day of volunteering tomorrow so you’d better get some rest,” said Helen, ripping her hand away from Morgan, making it clear that she would not be a source of refuge for her daughter’s misdeeds.

Clapping her hands together, Cindy smirked, “Excellent, then it’s decided. See you bright and early at 8 am, Morgi-Bean.” Feeling satisfied with how she told Morgan off, she moved to exit the volunteer’s tent, knowing that there was still far too much to do to be standing around and pissing a diaper-brained bimbo off all night. However, before she was able to leave, she was intercepted by Alyssa, who pulled her aside.

Witnessing as Alyssa and Cindy began whispering amongst each other, Morgan's anxiety began to tick upward. She tried to make out what they were saying but the noisy fair made that an impossibility. Mercifully, it wasn’t a lengthy conversation as Cindy nodded to Alyssa before finally taking her leave.

“I’m gonna go get the car. Can I trust you to be alone for two minutes?” said Helen, placing her hands on her hips as Morgan registered zero percent of what she said. Completely over her daughter's antics, she threw her arms in the air and stormed off to get the car without another word, leaving the three remaining sorority sisters alone in the volunteer’s tent.

Leaning back in her seat, Morgan’s eyes met Sawyer once again, who hadn’t stopped glaring at her for a second despite the fact that Morgan had looked away. “I hope you both are happy with yourselves. Did it feel good fucking with me all night?” she said, looking between both Sawyer and Alyssa.

“Watsh whewe chus fwowing stones, widdwe miss high and mighdy. Chus cood’ve wun off buh chus chose ta get even. Chus no bedder den us,” said Sawyer, her usually commanding voice much more subdued due to both her lisp and how rattled she still was. Pushing herself onto her feet, she waved off help from Alyssa, standing tall despite how shaky her knees were, “Habe a fun weeken bein Cindy’s bitsh. I’be got no weason ta stick awoun dis shithowe any wonger. Wet’s go, Awyssa.”

Regrettably, before Sawyer could make a swift exit after getting in the last word, Morgan jumped up and stomped across the tent to get up in Sawyer’s face, unwilling to drop the rage she felt. “You know, you talk about me being high and mighty but at least I’m honest with myself about how much of a bitch I am. I’m under no illusion that I’m a better person than you but I can tell you think you’re somehow vindicated in the way you’ve treated me,” she said, indulging in the uncaring, defiant attitude that she’d staked her entire persona around, “If I were you, I’d stay as far away from Tri Delta as fucking possible, because it’s gonna be hell for you if you step one fucking foot in that house.”

Cracking a coy smile, Sawyer ate up every word that Morgan was saying. She may have lost the battle tonight but the fight was still far from over. “Siwwy Mowgan. Did chus forget? I’be awweady suwvived chus shitty fweshman hazing. I’m a fuww sistew now, and I wiww utiwize evewy pwiviwege affowded ta me as a membew of Twi Dewta to pewsonawwy make chus weign da showtest in sowowity histowy,” she said, refusing to back down from her face-off with Morgan.

Standing on the sidelines as Morgan and Sawyer declared all-out war against each other, Alyssa was the only person in the volunteer’s tent with enough foresight to see that things were escalating to absurd extremes. What had started as a simple revenge quest to humiliate Morgan for a weekend had turned into a nuclear arms race with no regard for the fallout their conflict would have on the people around them. Sadly, as much as she wished she could pull them both back to Earth, she wasn’t about to get caught in their crosshairs. At this point, if they were going to insist on taking each other down, then there wasn’t a damn thing anyone could do to stop them.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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