A Dish Best Served Fairly: Chapter 4

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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“Ooh! I found it!” texted Sawyer, pasting a link to an owner’s manual for the specific ice cream machine housed by the concession booth. After thumbing through the shocking long manual, she finally discovered what she was looking for. She quickly tabbed back over to her text screen and resumed typing, “Everything you need to know is on page 52. Best of luck!”

Following Sawyer’s advice, Karley flipped through dozens of pages until she landed on page 52, which had the header, Valve & Plunger Maintenance. While not completely inept with machines, Karley was nowhere near as tech-savvy as Sawyer, the engineering major. Thus, as she scanned through the section of the manual Sawyer had instructed her to read, her confidence in pulling this plan off was waning. She quickly texted back, “Pls help 🥺”

Signing dejectedly. Sawyer did her best to give diligent instructions despite not having the machine directly in front of her, “Use a flat-head screwdriver and remove the screws on the bar holding the handles in place so that the plunger will stay in place until someone pulls one of the handles. The next time someone uses the machine, the handles should pop off entirely.” Hitting send, she hoped that would be enough to send Karley down the right path, especially since a large group of people had just arrived at her booth.

Back at the concession booth, Karley peered around the side of the rear entrance, spotting at least three people in the kitchen area plus Morgan. That meant there were four pairs of eyes that could easily catch her if she didn’t play this smart. While one would suspect a busy time would be the best to pull off this caper, the opposite was true since she didn’t want someone coming to the back of the kitchen to grab something. Instead, she waited patiently until the booth’s business hit a lull, prompting Ken to send Morgan out to clean the countertops.

Sneaking into the booth undetected, Karley ducked down behind the metal rolling cart that had been positioned in front of the ice cream machine as a prep space, making it the perfect cover. Pulling out the Swiss Army Knife that Sawyer had gifted to her, she located the pair of screws holding the handles in place and slowly loosened them until they dropped into her open palm. Having completed her task, she tucked the screws and the multi-tool back into her pocket.

“Karley! Didn’t expect you to be back so soon!” said Ken, walking up behind Karley right as she was slipping the evidence of her mischief into her jeans.

Standing up casually, Karley mimed holding something on the tip of her finger. “Found it! It would’ve sucked if I was missing the contact for the rest of the night,” she said, prying her eyelid open with one hand and tapping her finger on her cornea directly with the other. She clenched her teeth as she fought through the minor pain, “Alright! I think I’ve had enough of a break. Anything for me to do, boss man?”

“Yeah, can you tell the new girl to get back in here? Then I’ll have you jump on register. The turkey calling contest just ended and we’ve got over a hundred people heading our way,” said Ken, jogging in place. Having no time to wait for a yes, he rushed back over to the front lines to greet the next customer.

Outside of the concession booth, Morgan wiped the sweat from her forehead and brushed her hair back, soaking in a moment of the evening summer breeze. While still far from an ideal cool-off, being outside was far better than the steamy pit of hell that was working in an open-air kitchen when it was hot and muggy out. Still, at least it was better than the poor schmuck they had walking around in that dopey mascot costume, who trudged by the concession seating area as Morgan was cleaning. Their hometown team was Tigers, so the suit was orange and black stripes with a fluffy, white tummy, making the suit look extra warm. Leaning back on the edge of the table and lifting her aching feet off the ground, she felt little remorse for the poor tiger as she watched him wave hello to every kid he passed.

“Morgan! Time to get off your butt! We need you back in the kitchen,” shouted Karley as she marched up to Morgan and grabbed her by the arm. Knowing that she couldn't leave the ice cream machine unattended for too long, this was no time for Morgan to be a slacker.

Slumping her head forward, Morgan climbed back to her feet as slowly as Karley would let her. “Ken told me to clean tables. I was just resting my feet for a second. Calm down,” she said, attempting to pull her arm free of Karley’s grasp.

Karley’s fingers didn’t budge an inch, though, her strength training paying off in spades. “Yeah, and Ken just told me to come get you. We’ll need you on ice cream duty again,” she said, covering the lie in her statement with the truth.

Hearing she’d be making ice cream cones again, Morgan perked up a bit. Not only did the ice cream machine make the back corner of the kitchen the coldest spot in the room but she genuinely had fun swirling an ice cream cone to perfection, though she’d never admit that. Instead, she half-heartedly cheered, “Yaaaay,” as she let Karley drag her back into the kitchen.

The stage was set. All that was left to do was wait for Morgan to put on another show. Releasing Morgan's hand, Karley strode up to one of the open registers and waved over the next customer in line, pretending as though nothing out of the ordinary was about to happen. In spite of her casual front, in the back of her mind, she was as jumpy as a kid on Christmas waiting for the big reveal.

Slapping her hands together, Morgan stepped up to the ice cream machine, where two orders had already been passed down the line. “One large chocolate vanilla swirl coming right up,” she said to herself, grabbing one of the cones and placing it under the middle disperser before pulling down on the handle.

*CLINK!*

With the cone quickly filling with ice cream in one hand and the center handle of the cream machine in the other, Morgan’s heart dropped like a two-ton led weight. She frantically went to reattach the handle. However, the flow of ice cream was too pressurized to force the handle back into place, much less hold it there without the screws to keep it together. This resulted in Morgan’s arms getting covered in ice cream as she tried and failed to stop the problem. To make matters worse, in her desperate attempt to reattach the handle, she’d accidentally bumped the handle that dispensed plain vanilla, causing it to clatter to the floor.

Now with two streams of ice cream running non-stop, Morgan was in quite the pickle. After her wet and wild incident with the water guns, she’d never be able to convince them this was just an accident. Looking around the kitchen, she was thrilled to see that everyone was too busy with the front line to notice what was happening, giving her the slightest of chances to recover. Setting the overfilled cone aside carefully so as not to let it add to the growing mess, she looked around for a bucket or empty container to house the ice cream until she found a more permanent solution, unaware that Karley had planned ahead by hiding anything Morgan could’ve used to aid herself.

Coming up empty-handed, Morgan was faced with a choice: give up and ask for help or do what she had to do to keep the kitchen from turning into a creamy mess. As much as she didn’t want to do what she was about to do, her pride was too steep to acquiesce with such a defeatist solution. Taking a deep breath, she shoved her face under the twin ice cream faucets and began swallowing ice cream at an alarming rate. Unfortunately, as she grabbed onto the machine to hold herself in place, she dislodged the final handle, sending a wealth of chocolate ice cream directly into her hair.

Unable to brave the cold that was impacting both the inside and outside of her head, Morgan fell forward and spit out the mouthful of cream she was gagging on, defeating the purpose of her sacrifice entirely. She struggled to wipe the ice cream away from her mouth as her arms were also covered in the sticky substance. Her attempt to rid her body of the sweet treat came to a brisk halt, though, as a pair of peach-colored sneakers stepped into her line of sight. She slowly looked up to see Karley standing over her with her hands on her hips. “K-Karley, y-you have to help me,” she said, struggling to speak normally with her mouth still icy. She picked up one of the handles that had fallen to the floor and picked it up to show it to Karley, “Th-the handles. They j-just keep falling.”

“Oh, dear! That’s no good at all,” said Karley, feigning ignorance in an over-dramatic tone. She bent down and placed her hands under Morgan’s armpits, lifting up out of the gooey puddle she was sitting in, “First things first, we need to find something to collect all that ice cream. Hmmm…Oh, I have a perfect idea.” Without warning, Karley stepped toward the machine with Morgan in her hands, shoving Morgan’s backside into the ice-creamy waterfall.

Morgan gasped in surprise, both from the cold and from Karley’s cold actions. Sadly, she was helpless to stop Karley from wrenching open the back of her diaper to let the cascade of ice cream pour directly into the back of her diaper. She tried to push forward but lacked the necessary strength to make Karley budge even a hair. Kicking her legs fruitlessly, she realized there was only one thing left to do, and that was to call for help. Sure, it would mean exposing her accident but given that Karley was now aggressively bullying her, she at least had a good reason for why she was caught in the middle of a scene again. She opened her mouth to scream, “Hel-MMMMMMF!!”

Before Morgan could even get a full word out, Karley took the loaded cone that Morgan had set aside and shoved it against the center of Morgan’s face, smothering her with frozen custard and preventing her from signaling for help. Craning her head back, she’d gotten lucky that no one had left their registers yet but she knew she wouldn’t stay lucky forever. Figuring she’d done more than enough, she stepped back from Morgan and moved to rid herself of any evidence. Taking a sanitizing rag that she had stashed behind the ice cream machine, she wiped the ice cream away from her shoes so as not to leave any footprints. She then rushed to the sink and stealthily washed away the remnants of sticky cream that clung to her arms.

Meanwhile, Morgan spit as much of the ice cream out as she could, finding it difficult thanks to how much Karley had managed to jam inside her gullet. With her butt still boosted up under the triple ice cream dispenser, she slapped her hands on the side of the machine and pushed herself off, sending her falling to the floor. The ice cream in her diaper responded accordingly as her butt sent the contents of her diaper serging to the front, causing her to shriek as frosty cream nestled itself close to her kitten.

That scream was all it took as everyone turned around simultaneously to see Morgan, the ice cream diaper monster; her packed pamper on display for all to see. Frozen both from the cold and out of fear, all she could do was strain her peripheral vision to look at Karley, who was faking her shocked reaction to blend in with the others. She knew there was no way to explain this that didn’t make her look like some messy diaper pervert. Sighing, she weakly lifted her arm and wiped a bit of chocolate ice cream off her cheek before sticking her finger in her mouth and savoring the nostalgic flavor. “A-Anyone want any?”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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