Dawn lay in her crib, helpless and frustrated. The passionate sounds of the couple's lovemaking in the next room were almost too much to bear. A chastity belt had been secured over Dawn's diaper, so she was unable even to relieve her pent-up arousal. She just had to lie there and bear it.

Suddenly, she realized that wasn't all that she would have to bear.

*BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAPP--PICHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!!!*

It was over before it had even begun. Dawn had shit her diaper, the rancid smell filling the room. And she was unable to remove her diaper or change herself, due to the chastity belt.

Tears streamed down Dawn's face. She had defeated Cynthia, and was reduced to this? But she had no choice. If she didn't want to have to lie there in her own shit for who-knows-how-long, she was going to have to beg. Swallowing her pride, Dawn turned toward the wall to the next room, from which she could still hear the bed creaking as the occupants made love.

"ZOEY SAMA, I-I NEED MY DIAPER CHANGED AGAIN!!" She wailed.

The bed stopped its creaking, and Dawn could hear the couple groaning.

"Your husband can do it after I'm done with him," came Zoey’s reply. "I'm still not kissing him, though."