“You get yourself diapers,” Julius requested.
April was shocked, she hadn’t even thought about wearing diapers for as long as she could remember.
“Is there anything else that I could do?” she inquired.
“You could refuse to wear the diapers and let me tell mom and dad,” Julius pointed out, trying his hardest to rub in April’s helplessness. “It’s not like your current situation proves me wrong,” he added, looking down at April’s mess.
April knew that she had no choice. Julius never budged once he made his mind. With a sigh, she surrendered and asked “Where would I get the diapers?”
“There are some baby diapers in the attic, or you could buy some your size at the store down the road,” said Julius. “You might want some your size. Who knows how long you’ll stay in them.”
With that, April was forced to recognize that she had no idea how long Julius intended to do this to her. He would have a constant source of blackmail to make her do whatever he wanted, and she wouldn’t be able to reject it. That is, as long as she went along with what he was saying, but she wasn’t ecstatic to face her parents wrath either.
“What’s it gonna be, Baby April?”