A Dish Best Served Fairly: Chapter 1

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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“Alright, baby Morgan, let’s get you into a fresh, new diaper!”

Hearing Sawyer saying those words was a dagger right to Morgan’s chest. She thought the hell disguised as a beach vacation was over but to her dismay, it appeared that hell had followed her back home. Pulled to the center of her babified bedroom by Sawyer, she began to feel slightly dizzy from the surreal surroundings that enshrouded her. It was just too much.

“And don’t worry, even if the others vote for someone else to be Tri Delta president after seeing all this, I’m sure they’ll be kind enough to let the baby keep her playroom,” said Sawyer, offering Morgan a condescending pat on the head.

Unfortunately for Sawyer, she had just crossed Morgan’s most dangerous red line. Balling up her fists, Morgan ripped her arm from Sawyer's grasp and proceeded to punch her in the gut as hard as she could. Even with the Little Body Formula decreasing her strength, a surprise hit to the stomach was more than anyone could remain stone-faced through. “You can torture me, diaper me, humiliate me until my head explodes. But it’ll be a cold day in hell if I ever let you take this house from me,” she said coldly, standing over Sawyer’s recoiling body. With her roller suitcase still in hand, she turned her back on Sawyer and exited the room, making her way back down the posh, open-air staircase.

Stumbling to the master bedroom door with her hand holding her sore tummy, Sawyer looked over the railing at Morgan and called out to her, “H-Hey! Where the fuck do you think you’re going?!”

Turning around and holding out her arms with a defiant expression, Morgan felt emboldened by being on her home turf, giving her the confidence to push Sawyer back into her rightful place. “I’ll be sure to call the head of our chapter to get my room put back the way it was. Until then, I’m going back to my fucking parents' place. As annoying as they are, it beats spending another second with you,” she said, raising her middle finger to Sawyer before turning around and heading out the front door, “Oh, and don’t get too comfortable in here. I’ll see to it that you’re booted from my sorority, one way or another.”

*SLAM!*

Leaning her head against the second-story banister, Sawyer shook her head solemnly, realizing too late that she may have overplayed her hand. It had cost her nearly two grand to bribe the cleaning staff to reorganize the room. All of that was now wasted thanks to Morgan’s impeccable standing with the head of their sorority chapter, something she should’ve calculated. With her neck now firmly on the chopping block, she knew she’d need to work harder and smarter between now and the first week of the new semester to ensure Morgan’s padded future. Luckily, she knew for sure that she’d be seeing Morgan one last time before school started, “Bye-bye until the End of Summer, Morgan.”

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“And in other news, Pleasant Prairie’s Annual End of Summer Fun Fair kicks off tonight at 6 PM sharp. With live music, zany rides, and some of the best food from all across the county, it’s the perfect way to close out the summer with some family-friendly fun-”

Pressing the off button on the TV remote, Morgan slumped over on the couch, completely bored out of her mind. She’d almost forgotten how dull it was to be surrounded by nothing but corn and cows for dozens of miles. As someone entering her senior year of college, she didn’t even have any friends around to keep her company as everyone from her high school worth a damn had either stayed at college or moved across the country. Not that she’d have wanted to hang out with any of them for the majority of the summer thanks to how decimated her body from the Little Body Formula. Currently, she wore nothing but a loose-fitting t-shirt and a plain-white medical diaper due to the overwhelming humidity of midwestern summer.

After returning home from college, Morgan had a grand time trying to explain to her parents what happened to her appearance. It wasn’t every day that someone lost over a foot off their height, along with every sensual curve on their body. Mercifully, while the road to recovery had taken several weeks longer than Alyssa had claimed, her body did eventually return to normal as promised. Though, she’d yet to fully recover from the damage the experimental Little Body Formula had done to her bowels, forcing her to remain in diapers for the time being.

Still, no matter how bad Morgan’s current situation was, she knew she’d rather be stuck in farm country rushing to the bathroom in fear of an accident every ten minutes than back at Tri Delta with Sawyer. Once the rest of her sisters returned from break, she’d have the numbers to deal with the little traitor. But until then, she didn’t want to be within the same zip code as Sawyer and the others, much less in the same house with them.

“Morgi-Bean! Did you finish folding laundry yet?” shouted Morgan’s mother, Helen, from another room. She was your average country girl who married her childhood sweetheart right out of high school and settled down to raise Morgan before she was twenty. From there, she never worked another day in her life, allowing her to invade Morgan’s life in every possible regard. Entering the living room, the helicopter mom took one look at her daughter and scoffed, “You haven’t even touched the laundry basket. And are you really planning to spend your whole day diaper-out on the couch?

Blushing slightly, Morgan couldn’t deny that her current attire was less than desirable, dawning nothing but a loose-fitting t-shirt and plain-white diaper due to the miserable midwestern humidity. “Well, I could dress better if you actually ran the AC in here! Dad makes six freaking figures. You don’t have to pinch every penny,” she said, falling back into old habits of bickering with her mother over pointless crap after being home for so long.

Snickering at Morgan’s bratty response, Helen couldn’t help but reminisce over the Morgan of yesteryear. “Keep whining all you want but this is nothing new. I swear, when you were a toddler, you’d pull down your pants any chance you could,” she said, kneeling down in front of the laundry basket to take over Morgan’s responsibility with a big smile plastered on her face, “That being said, you’ll probably want to cover up a bit more before heading out tonight.”

Cocking her head to the side in confusion, Morgan asked, “Heading out tonight? I don’t have any plans.”

“Oh, yes, you do, Morgi-Bean. The End of Summer Fun Fair. You promised me you would volunteer. That was the whole reason I let you go on that silly Florida trip with your friends,” said Helen, standing over Morgan with her hands on her hips, “A promise is a promise. Besides, you’ve been cooped up in here all summer. It’ll do you some good to get out of the house.”

Snaking her head furiously, Morgan got up from the couch to address her mom face to face, her diaper crinkling loudly with every movement she made. “Mom, you can’t be serious! Look at me. I still need these stupid diapers for a reason. If anyone were to find out, my life would be over,” she said, raising the stakes to an overdramatic degree.

“Quit exaggerating. You’ll have no trouble getting away with those thin diapers you wore to the supermarket last week so stop being so paranoid,” said Helen, putting her foot down as she used the two-inch height advantage she had over Morgan to look down on her, “And if anyone notices, just say its a medical thing. Now, go get dressed. I’ve got SOMEONE’S laundry to fold.” She gave Morgan a pat on her padded rump as she resumed her housework.

Stomping off to her bedroom, Morgan threw herself on her bed and began screaming into her pillow. “Why can’t Summer be over already?” she whined, the pillow muffling her words. As if she wasn’t still dealing with the fallout of that stupid beach vacation, now she had to spend the next three days volunteering around a bunch of snotty kids and their corn-headed parents. Unfortunately, those corn-headed parents were nothing compared to the storm of shit she’d get from her mom if she refused to go. With no other choice, she begrudgingly resigned herself to her fate, “Congrats mom…you win.”

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“Alright, that’s good! We gotta hurry if we wanna finish setting up all the booths by six!”

Walking across the bustling fairgrounds, Morgan was taken aback by how much the fair had grown since she was young enough to be forced to come. Before, it was just a handful of dingy rides and a bunch of livestock competitions that no one cared about. Now, the fair had been given quite the glow-up, with a full Midway, a bunch of slick-looking new rides, and several rows of vendors. Still, as impressive as the new Fun Fair was in comparison to the one from Morgan’s childhood, it was, at the end of the day, just another fair. You could dress it up all you wanted to but you’d never get rid of the smell of animal shit.

Walking up to the volunteer's tent, Morgan was instantly bombarded by a plucky teenager with a clipboard. “Hi, there! You checking in?” said the girl, looking up from her clipboard, only to recognize an all-too-familiar face, “Wait a second, I remember you. Morgan, right?” She promptly checked off the box next to Morgan’s name without waiting for an answer.

“Um, yeah, actually,” said Morgan, fully unprepared to be recognized by someone several years younger than her, “I’m sorry, I don’t think I remember you. Were we in dance class together or something?” Glancing down, she checked to make sure that her diaper was in no way visible beneath the baggy mom jeans that her mother had let her borrow.

Shaking her head, the girl opened up her stance, relaxing a bit as she conversed with her old schoolmate, “That’s okay. You were a senior in high school when I was an incoming freshman. It’s Cindy, by the way.” She extended her arm for a handshake.

“Gotcha! Sorry, I didn’t really know the underclassmen too well. It’s nice to meet you, anyhow,” said Morgan, accepting Cindy’s hand in her own, “You must be pretty capable to be running the volunteer’s tent right out of high school.”
Welcoming Morgan’s backhanded compliment, Cindy responded, “Heck yeah, I am, though it’s more than just running the volunteer’s tent! I’ve been volunteering every year since I was old enough to be in 4-H. And because this is my last year, they put me in charge of all fair operations throughout the weekend. It’s been a ton of work but it’s gonna look super good on a resume when I start applying for internships.”

“Wow, that’s…fascinating,” said Morgan, trying and failing to sound interested as Cindy rambled on about herself. Having no other comments, an uncomfortable silence hung in the air between the two until Morgan could no longer take it, “So…what, uh…what job am I gonna be doing?”

Cindy’s eyes darted back to her clipboard, relieved to have escaped the awkward death of that conversation, “Right! I’ve got you down for working in the Midway. You’ll be running the water gun game, so you’ll need to get your performance voice ready for the kids. Oh, and since you’ve done this before, would you mind showing the ropes to a newbie volunteer? It's great that we keep getting new people from all over the neighboring counties but we’re running out of people to teach them.”

“Oh, uh, sure!” said Morgan, not having the heart to tell Cindy that this was going to be her first time volunteering as well. In the back of her mind, she reassured herself that it couldn’t be too difficult to run a Midway game. All she had to do was handle money and give prizes to winners.

“Cindy! We need your help over here!” shouted someone from outside the tent, capturing Cindy’s attention.

Realizing she’d spent too long being chummy with Morgan, Cindy began prancing in place anxiously. “Sorry! No time to dawdle around! There are some new girls filling out info for your badges over there. I’ll assign…Alyssa to join you at the water guns until 7 PM. Good luck, tonight” she said, marking down Morgan’s assignment on her clipboard before disappearing into the fair.

In reality, while Cindy did have her job to do, she couldn’t have been happier to get away from Morgan. “Of all the fucking years for her to come back, it had to be this one,” she mumbled angrily under her breath as memories of her bully’s vicious antics replayed in her head. Morgan had practically turned her freshman year into a nightmare. She was at least thankful Morgan didn’t remember her, though it only pissed her off more knowing that she’d been forced to carry these memories around while Morgan got to forget so easily. Shaking off the trauma of years past, she decided to let her growing rage fuel her productivity as she marched into action.

Left in the volunteer tent on her own, a cold chill ran down Morgan’s spine as Cindy’s words replayed in her head over and over again. “I-It couldn’t be…” she thought, believing that it had to be just a cruel coincidence that she’d be working with someone named Alyssa. However, as she turned to where Cindy had pointed, her heart dropped as she gazed upon Sawyer, Karley, and Alyssa all filling out volunteer forms.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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