Dahlia sniffled and clasped her hands tightly as Francine walked away to go turn off the camera. The poor stinky girl didn’t dare look down lest she have another panic attack. Instead, she stood there, her diaper sagging lower than one could think possible, surrounded by her own filth, on the verge of crying again. 

Francine held her tight until finally she finished with her show. She then wiped her tears and kissed her on her pouty lips. "You were magnificent." She whispered and smiled. "Wasn't she magnificent, folks?" She asked the camera. "If you'd like to see more of my beautiful little angel, and of course, of me, myself, and I, please like and comment and donate!" She cooed, blew a kiss to the camera, spanked her own butt, and turned the camera off. 

Anya decided to take things to the next level, so, she returned to the girl's room, grabbed a couple of her belts, and tied her arms and legs together so she was utterly helpless! Then, finally, she resumed the packing process. Thankfully, it didn't take very long, since Anya deemed very little to be necessary. She had the nursery she had set up long ago for her daughter that passed away, and she figured finally it could get some use, and she could move on. 

Dahlia clung to her girlfriend tightly, occasionally grunting between her tears as to help get all of her poopie out and hopefully into her diaper as opposed to down her leg and onto the floor below her as a lot of it is now. Dolly clung on tight, the last thing she wanted right now was to be alone. 

Scared for her life, Katherine screamed and cried behind her pacifier as she flailed about, trying in vain to escape Anya’s iron grip. The pitiful punches and kicks the baby was throwing out were like flicks to her boss. Her weakness truly knew no bounds!