A Dish Best Served Fairly: Chapter 3

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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After what had to be the most humiliating walk in Morgan’s life, she was beyond relieved to enter the volunteer’s tent to get away from prying eyes. It was as if she could feel every person staring at her as she trudged through the fairgrounds. All the while, her oversaturated medical diaper continued to spill icy water down her thighs, creating numerous dark streaks on her jeans. The diaper was bad enough but nothing was worse than wet jeans.

Thankfully, Cindy came prepared. Having anticipated that someone might need an emergency change of clothes while working the fair. Though, she had anticipated it would be because someone got thrown up on thanks to one of the rides, not because someone decided to get wet and wild with the water guns. “Here, I grabbed a skirt so it would be…ya know…a little less obvious,” she said, causing Morgan’s face to flush on the spot.

The skirt was black with plenty of pleats to make it look like it belonged on a schoolgirl outfit. Combined with the generic t-shirt she had on, Morgan knew from the moment she held the skirt in her hand that she was going to look super childish because of it. Sadly, the change of clothes was a godsend compared to what came next as she was presented with a large and plushy rectangle made up of crinkly plastic. She didn’t even have to unfold it to know it was two to three times thicker than the one she was wearing. “D-Don’t you have something a little less bulky?” she pleaded, hoping that Cindy would have some pull-ups lying around.

“Sorry, a couple of CrissBaby diapers are the only thing I have in your size. Sorry but all of the thinner diapers were bought in children's sizes,” said Cindy, unaware of how casually she was twisting the humiliation knife in Morgan’s chest, “You can’t exactly blame me for not organizing this fair around diaper fetishists.”

Shaking her head vehemently, Morgan wanted to protest that she was by no means a diaper fetishist in any way, shape, or form. However, before she could object to the label hoisted upon her by Cindy, a familiar face entered the tent, one who was more than happy to take advantage of Morgan’s pressing situation.

“Excuse me, is everything okay in here? I saw you both running by the concession booth and think I may have an idea of what’s going on,” said Karley, entering the tent with the same smile she used whenever she talked to Bigs about their Littles, “I’m used to handling Little accidents, so if you need any help, I’m more than happy to lend my services.”

*BEEP BEEP!*

Checking her phone, Cindy was horrified to see that her device had been blown up with messages asking for help around the fair. “Shoot! I don’t have time for this,” she said, tucking her phone back in her pocket and rushing over to Karley at the tent’s entrance, “If you wouldn’t mind, could you help her change out of her wet clothes? Also, where are you supposed to be working right now?”

“Concessions. And don’t worry, I asked Ken before I rushed over here,” said Karley earnestly.

Clasping her hands together with her clipboard tucked under her armpit, Cindy was elated to have someone take the problem child off of her hands. “Fantastic. Karley, right? I’m putting you in charge of Morgan. Help get her changed and show her the ropes at the main concession booth,” she said before leaning in close so that Morgan couldn’t overhear, “And between you and me, make sure you don’t give her anything too important to do.”

Receiving a nod of approval from Karley, Cindy sprinted out of the tent without another word, leaving Karley and Morgan all alone. “Well, well, well. Why am I not surprised you couldn’t keep your pants dry,” said Karley, her voice instantly shifting as she went into diaper dom mode. Without warning, she matched up to Morgan and grabbed her by the wrist before forcing her down to the ground.

“N-No! Get off of me! HELP!” shouted Morgan, hoping that someone would rush to her rescue. Tragically, there was zero chance her voice was going to be heard overtop the abundance of noise the fair created. With no one coming to save her, she was left with only her strength to defend herself, which had been massively depleted by the effects of the Little Body Formula.

Straddling Morgan’s tummy with her arms pinned between her thighs, Karley got to work unbuttoning Morgan's soaked jeans and ripping them off her body. “You won’t be needing those for a while,” she said, adding a bit of verbal torment to Morgan’s situation. She then looked down at the state of Morgan’s wet medical diaper. Designed to be discrete, the padding had swollen beyond maximum capacity with the tapes barely clinging to the front of her diaper. Still, as overused as it was, she knew a trick that Mother Elma taught her that was certain to drive Morgan crazy for the rest of the night.

Unfolding the fresh CrissBaby Super Soaker Deluxe, Karley raised Morgan’s legs as high as she could from her position and slid the unused pamper underneath the well-used medical diaper. She then pulled out a Swiss Army Knife from her pocket and began tearing long holes across the seat of Morgan’s bloated nappy.

“H-Hey! What are you doing?!” yelled Morgan, feeling something lightly running across the underside of her sopping diaper. Unfortunately, thanks to the way Karley had her pinned, her vision of her diaper area was entirely blocked by Karley’s back. It was only when she felt the familiar feeling of a diaper being folded between her legs that she realized what was happening. “W-Wait! Aren’t you going to take the other one off?!” she asked, her exasperated voice raising in pitch dramatically.

Slapping down the four tapes with ease, Karley looked back at Morgan with a sinister expression. “Why on Earth would I do that? After all, you went to such great lengths to fill it up! It would be a shame if you didn’t get to enjoy your squishy diapee all night long,” she said as she pressed a hand into Morgan’s crotch, relishing in the way Morgan’s body trembled and wiggled beneath her touch. No matter how many times she moosh down on Little's diaper, their reactions never got old.

Climbing off Morgan and jumping back to her feet, Karley reached down and placed both hands under Morgan’s armpit before lifting her up to her feet, much to Morgan’s genuine surprise. Seeing the look of pure shock written on Morgan’s face, Karley decided now was the perfect time to brag. “I see you’re impressed. While you spent the summer filling diapers, I was at the gym with Elma almost every day. It won’t be long before I can walk through the sorority house with you cradled in my arms,” she said, punctuating her gloating sentiment by giving Morgan a condescending headpat.

“Hmph! In your dreams,” said Morgan, folding her arms in an attempted display of dominance. Sadly, unlike the way she used to command respect from her underlings, it was nearly impossible to be intimidating while double-diapered. Instead, her look of defiance came off much more like a Little getting pouty with her Big.

Snickering at how unintentionally adorable Morgan was acting, Karley bent down and held the black skirt open for Morgan to step into. “Whatever you say, baby girl. Now, get on in. Unless, of course, you’d rather carry on tonight with your diaper exposed,” she said, her giggling picking up again as Morgan begrudgingly stepped into the skirt, allowing her to pull it up and fit it to her hips just like any of her Littles would. With Morgan ready to head back out to the fair, she took the diaper-clad girl by the hand and led her out of the tent, “Let’s get moving, Morgan! Time to put those Little hands to good use!”

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“Ugh! C’mon!” said Morgan under her breath as she struggled to fix one of the soda machine hoses onto a new bag of syrup. It had been an exhausting evening since Karley dragged her back to the concession stand. Since Morgan was the least trained and least trusted member of the kitchen staff, she was immediately placed on grunt work, placed in charge of restocking items like straw and napkins as well as made to sweep and mop the prep area on a fairly consistent basis. The only excitement she’d gotten was when she was asked to help with making ice cream cones during a busy period but that only lasted ten or so minutes before the crowd died down again and she was demoted back to cleaning duty. As if what she was doing wasn’t taxing enough, the unreal thickness of the two diapers around her waist forced her to awkwardly waddle with every step, serving as a constant reminder of her padded state.

Meanwhile, Karley was faring far better than her diaper dork of a former friend. Unlike her wealthier sorority sisters, she’d been forced to pay her own way through college, having worked numerous retail and food service jobs before discovering her true calling in being a diaper dom. This equipped her with everything she needed to excel at the position she was placed in.

“Hey, Karley! Looks like we’re quieting down again. Why don’t you take a break?” said Ken, who was in charge of the concession area.

Thanking her boss, Karley was more than happy to have a little time to herself for the first time this evening. Other than her brief visit to the volunteer’s tent, she’d been working for almost two straight hours without a moment’s rest. And considering the sweltering summer heat, it was important that everyone had the chance for a little R&R.

However, before Karley could stray too far from the concession booth, she happened across Morgan, who was still in the process of trying to hook up a new syrup bag to the soda machine. Hunched over so she could get at the bags, Morgan had no idea that her diaper was very exposed thanks to the dump truck ass she was packing in those pamps. Her butt was so large that it pushed open the back of her diaper and skirt to accommodate her voluptuous curves.

How could Karley possibly turn down such an open invitation? Sneaking up behind Morgan, she considered shoving a syrup tube or maybe some condiments down Morgan’s diaper. However, with how many people were moving around in the kitchen area, her odds of getting caught were high and there would probably be repercussions for wasting food if she got caught. Instead, she decided to dip into her diaper dom arsenal as she grabbed the back of Morgan’s diaper and pried it open to look inside. “No messy accidents this time? I’m so proud of you,” she said teasingly.

Feeling a foreign hand tugging at the back of her diaper, Morgan jumped and swatted Karley’s hand as a wealth of redness returned to her cheeks. After the evening…no, after the summer Morgan had, her emotions finally hit a boiling point as Karley continued to find amusement in Morgan’s embarrassment. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?! I get it! You hate me now! Good for you! Just stop fucking with me every chance you get!” she screamed, her blow-up causing everyone in the kitchen to turn and look at the feuding college girls. Realizing that she was causing a scene, she shrunk back and got back to work on the soda machine.

“Sorry, everyone! She’s just being fussy,” said Karley, attempting to brush off Morgan’s outburst. Thankfully, her words seemed to do the trick as everyone got back to what they were doing as if Morgan had never said anything. Looking down at Morgan again, she considered what Morgan had said. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, there was no getting around the cruelty she and the others were inflicting on their incoming sorority president. If it wasn’t for how gung-ho Sawyer was about kicking Morgan while she was down, she probably would’ve backed off by now and just let the ashes of their friendship flicker away with the wind.

At the same time, though, Sawyer did have a point. All three of them had taken abuse after abuse from Morgan throughout their college careers. Sawyer especially since she’d been stuck growing up with Morgan around since she was a kid. It almost made Karley feel like she and Alyssa had gotten off lucky. Almost.

After reminding herself of why her, Alyssa, and Sawyer's work was far from over, Karley pushed down whatever guilt was eating at her as her mind began formulating how to further humiliate her best frenemy. Gazing across the wide expanse of the concession booth, there were a number of options that could bring about the messy diaper fun that she was looking for. However, once her eyes landed on the ice cream machine, she knew what she had to do.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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