A Dish Best Served Fairly: Chapter 5

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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*CLINK!*

*SPLAAASH!*

Popping up for air with soaking wet hair and an even wetter diaper, Morgan gasped sharply as the icy water turned the warm, summer breeze she had been craving less than an hour ago into quite a frigid affair. Speaking of frigid affairs, it was no surprise that after the ice cream machine kerfuffle, she was placed in a position that even she couldn’t mess up. That being the prime victim in the dunk tank.

At first, Morgan was encouraging the fairgoers to hit the target, using the basin of water as a chance to clean off the leftover stickiness from becoming an ice cream-coated mess. However, once the creamy residue washed off after a few dunks, her desire to dip back into the water was greatly reduced. Still, perhaps no position was better than this for someone with as foul of an attitude as Morgan. “Is that the best you got?! Even my grandma can hit a lucky shot every now and then!” she taunted as she plopped her extremely squelchy diaper down on the raised seat.

Unsurprisingly, a dunk tank with Morgan at the helm quickly became one of the most popular attractions. Whether a person was drawn in by her striking beauty, her nasty mouth, or her bizarre choice of bottomwear, there was something for everyone to have fun with. It also helped that the dunk tank booth had one heck of a caller. “Step right up, folk! Who wants to be the one to send this sorority bimbo to a watery grave!” shouted Sawyer, doing everything in her power to keep the line to the dunk tank as long as possible. Don't tell Cindy but she had even started to dip into the tickets she had collected, passing out freebies to anyone gullible enough to take her up on the offer.

For Morgan, it was a less-than-pleasant surprise when Sawyer showed up to relieve the previous caller of his duties. Between the water guns and the ice cream machine, things had already been bad enough without her around to cause problems. Her saving grace came from the fact that the dunk tank was just too busy to pull off any humiliating stunts without getting caught, allowing Morgan to feel a bit more at ease despite working in close proximity with the girl who had been fucking with her all summer.

*DOINK!*

“You know what? Just give me the ball,” said Morgan, tossing out yet another insult to the latest thrower, “I'll have a better chance magically hitting the target through the dunk tank wall than you have-”

*CLINK!*

*SPLAAASH!*

Having been partway through her caddy remark, the line of people gathered in front of the dunk tank snickered collectively at the instant karma Morgan was on the receiving end of. Even Morgan couldn’t deny that she was serving herself up for ridicule by jeering at the crowd. Though, unlike the other helpings of embarrassment that had been thrust onto her, there was something comforting about the control she had over her current public humiliation. Sure, she had her fair share of losses but nothing felt better than watching some loser kid blow through all of his tickets failing to take her down. While a dunk tank to many, she may as well have been given a throne with a trap door.

“Alright, folks! It’s the top of the hour! Even the pampered princess who rules over this dunk tank needs a break! The line will reopen in five minutes,” said Sawyer, eliciting multiple groans from the people waiting in line. Making her way back to the dunk tank, she picked up a water bottle that had been stashed behind the basin and passed it through an opening in the tank’s cage to Morgan, “Here, you’re probably thirsty.”

Accepting the water bottle in her hand, Morgan sniffed at the open container suspiciously. “Lemme guess, spiked with laxatives or…whatever the peeing version of a laxative is,” she said, having been tricked one too many times to trust anything Sawyer gave her to put in her body.

“It’s called a diuretic, and here,” said Sawyer, scoffing as she snatched the bottle from Morgan’s hand and pulled it back through the gate. She then made a big show of taking a drink from the bottle, capping it off with perhaps the loudest gulp Morgan had ever heard, “Happy?”

Nodding, Morgan took the bottle back and instantly moved to quench her parched pallet. In one go, she managed to slurp down a quarter of the bottle. “Ahhh! Thank you,” she said, attempting to pass the bottle back to Sawyer. However, Sawyer did not reclaim the bottle, instead taking a big step backward with a shit-eating grin plastered on her face, “Hey, why are you backing away?”

“Oh, just clearing the area before that butt bomb building in your belly goes off. You definitely drank more than I thought,” said Sawyer, giggling maniacally as the color drained from Morgan’s face.

Dropping the bottle, Morgan’s hands frantically moved to her tummy, prodding at her midsection for any signs of discomfort. She didn’t feel anything odd but it was probably only a matter of time before-

“AHAHAHA! Dude, relax! I’m just fucking with you,” said Sawyer, picking the water bottle up from the grass and taking another drink, “Goddess, I almost forgot how much fun it was to hang out with you…almost.”

Rolling her eyes as she calmed down from her panic high, Morgan found Sawyer’s joke far less funny than Sawyer did. “Well, maybe if you, Karley, and Alyssa weren’t actively sabotaging my life, we could actually hang out again,” she said, unaware of the desperation that was lingering in her voice. The truth was obvious; she missed having loyal subjects to bend to her will. Moreover, she missed the close friends she used to have, even if she failed to realize how rarely she actually treated them like friends.

Leaning against the dunk tank, Sawyer sighed, sharing a moment of solidarity with Morgan. “Hey, don’t get me wrong, I’ve had my gripes with you but I’m over it now. It got my revenge and that’s that, regardless of how unsatisfying it ended up being in the long run,” she said, hanging her head solemnly, “As hard as it was to be your friend at times, you were the glue that held our little group together. I legit haven’t spoken to Alyssa or Karley once since the summer trip. The few weeks have been seriously boring as fuck. For what it’s worth, I am sorry about how far we took things.”

Buying Sawyer’s sincerity 100%, Morgan sat up a little straighter as she was filled with the pride of being the Queen Bee that had eluded her for what seemed like an eternity. “Well, you should be sorry. Do you have any idea how painful it is for your body to stretch back out? I was bedridden for a full week,” she said, piling on the guilt that she believed Sawyer was bursting from the seams with, “If you’re serious about being sorry, I’m not such a monster that I won’t forgive you. But you’re going to have to prove that you’re worth trusting again.”

Raising her head as her fingers gripped the sides of the cage intensely, Sawyer’s eyes lit up. “Really? You still wanna be friends with me?” she said, her voice sounding peppy and upbeat to have a chance to be back in Morgan’s good graces.

“Yeah, absolutely,” said Morgan, offering her hand to Sawyer through the cage. Acting as a truce between the two warring parties, it appeared Morgan’s torment had finally come to an end.

Maintaining a hold on Morgan’s hand after their shake had finished, Sawyer cupped Morgan’s fingers in between both of her hands and exhaled on them, “Geez, you're freezing! Just how cold is that water?!” she said, using the friction of his hands to provide Morgan with some immediate warmth.

“Oh yes, it’s definitely a bit brisk but I’m starting to get used to it,” responded Morgan, passing off her discomfort as no big deal. In reality, every time she was sent into the water, she felt like she was flirting with hypothermia.

Unhooking the latch that connects the dunk tank to the freestanding cage, Sawyer began to wheel the basin of water Morgan was hovering above backward. “Lift your feet. I’m gonna change your water out with something warmer. Besides, the water’s all murky now anyway from the ice cream,” she said, pulling out the tank completely before popping the side hatch open and releasing a wealth of water into the grass.

“Just don’t let Cindy see you do that, or she might throw a fit about causing a mud puddle. Maybe I could team up with you guys to do to her what you’ve been doing to me. Give her a real attitude adjustment before college, ya know?” said Morgan, her bitterness shifting away from her sorority sisters and toward the bratty high school graduate who continued to boss her around.

Chuckling softly under her breath, Sawyer nodded along with Morgan’s statement, prepared to agree with just about anything to keep her real target docile and unassuming. “I like the way you think,” she said, pulling out the second dunk tank that she had stashed behind the target wall and pushing it into place, “Ooh! I have an idea. What if we got her to sit in the dunk tank, then swapped out the water with something super embarrassing to fall into? Maybe we could find a way to fill it with dirty diapers and turn the whole tank into one giant diaper pail!”

“Pffft! That’s some evil mind you have there,” laughed Morgan, getting a kick out of the mental image of seeing Cindy fall into a big pile of diapers. Truly some humiliating stuff, “The only issue I see is getting her into the tank without notice. Only an idiot wouldn’t notice something like that.”

*CLANK!*

Locking the fresh basin into place, Sawyer wiped the sweat off of her forehead with the back of her hand. “Man, where’s Karley when you need her,” she muttered to herself, catching her breath as she longed for the aid of her muscular friend. Standing up straight, she passed the water bottle to Morgan one last time before making her way to the front of the booth to reopen, “Drop the bottle out the side when you’re done. I’m gonna get things moving again.”

“Gotcha,” said Morgan, taking a quick swig from the bottle before tossing it through the hole in the cage. Kicking her legs, she was honestly a bit excited to get back to work now that she and Sawyer had cleared the air.

*SNIFF SNIFF!*

Speaking of clearing the air, Morgan waved her hand in front of her nose, attempting to swat away the rotten odor that filled her nostrils. “Ugh! What farm animal shit itself this time?” she said, assuming the scent had to be the result of the nearby livestock. Unfortunately, fanning her nose did little to rid the area of the sickening smell. In the back of her mind, she feared that a messy accident may have gone temporarily unnoticed in her diaper. She looked down to see if any damage had been done to her diaper, only to come face to face with the real source of the smell.

Dirty diapers. Lots of dirty diapers, all stacked one on top of another, filling the dunk tank with 500 gallons worth of swollen, discolored pampers. All that talk of making amends with Sawyer proved to be nothing more than a way to make her lower her guard. They weren’t just any pampers either. Resting mere inches from her dangling feet were the very same diapers that she had filled on her summer trip, with Sawyer having saved the trashcan full of Morgan’s rank padding for just such an occasion.

Lunging to unlock the cage so as to avoid a reunion with the nightmarish diaper dump, Morgan was terrified to find that Sawyer had slipped a padlock on the outside of the dunk tank when she wasn’t looking, trapping her within the putrid cylinder until she chose to let her out.

“We’re back, everyone! Grab some balls and ready your aim! It’s time to give our diaper queen exactly what she’s got coming to her,” announced Sawyer, rebuilding her mile-long line within seconds, much to Morgan’s dismay.

Gripping the sides of the cage so hard that her knuckles turned white, Morgan was left with no choice but to plead with the unwitting fairgoers. “P-Please, don’t throw that ball! You don’t understand!” she screamed, hoping to draw attention to the cruel scheme that Sawyer had set up in plain view of everyone.

*DOINK! DOINK! DOINK!*

Sadly, all of Morgan’s begging served to fuel the patrons who were more than happy to pay for as many chances to submerge her as they could. At this rate, it was only a matter of time before she was buried in her old, muddy undies. And that time appeared to be approaching fast as the star pitcher of the local baseball team stepped up to the plate with fire in his eyes. “N-NO!” cried Morgan, recognizing his face after seeing him in news interviews all summer, “Please, I’m begging you! I will literally pay you with real money to go and do anything els-”

*CLINK!*

One throw. That was all that was needed for the baseball stud to put an end to Morgan’s tireless begging. The clattering of the metal target caused an instant chain reaction, dropping Morgan’s seat out from under her and sending her falling into a pit of despair. The pliable padding parted ways as the diaper-clad sorority girl plummeted into the heart of the tank, covering her from head to toe in sloppy, squishy diapers.

Struggling to find solid ground for her feet to plant themselves on, Morgan was forced to flop around, flailing to keep her head and arms above the surface of the muck-coated nappies. The clothes she was wearing hastily accumulated stains as her body weight squeezed piss out of the diapers like a bunch of ripe lemons. As if the smell wasn’t bad enough before, being cast down into a vat of two-month-old diapers with no means of escaping on her own had amplified the aroma tenfold, making her latest humiliating predicament the worst of the night by far.

Onlookers could do nothing but watch in confusion as the dunk tank they had believed was filled with water revealed itself to be something much more naughty. With a giant smile on her face, Sawyer simply shrugged as she made eye contact with Morgan for a brief moment. Turning to address the crowd, she did her best to downplay her enthusiasm over Morgan’s embarrassing situation as she spoke, “Sorry, folks. Guess we’re gonna need a bit more time getting the dunk tank ready. We’ll be back in five!”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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