"How about you put one on?" You say, holding on the edges of the counter top.
"You want me to wear a diaper? Eheheh, I don't know about that..." She looks up nervously.
~You think wearing a diaper is a great idea.~
"...you know what, I'll do it!" She firmly nods with a smirk. She dives into one of the bags, rips open the package and pulls out one diaper. "Now excuse me," she walks around the counter, "I'll go put this on right now." She walks behind you toward the bathroom in the hall.
"Wait, hold on." You say, getting her attention. She turns back at you.
~Put it on right in front of me~
You watch Amanda start to unbutton her slacks and slide them down her legs. You see that she is blushing and acting a little nervous. She looks up and the two of you make eye contact. She seems pretty embarrassed, but she smiles through it and lightens the mood. She sticks her thumbs into the sides of her panties to get a grip on them and pushes them down to her ankles, kicking both her pants and her panties to the side. You look up at her exposed private area. You notice that it is a little bit frizzy.
"I was gonna shave there right before my husband got back from work." Amanda explains. She opens up her diaper and stretches it out some.
"Hey Amanda, how old are you?" You ask as she folds the diaper between her legs.
"28." She answers, lifting the diaper up over her butt and crotch and reaching for the tapes. "My husband is 31. How old are you?" She fastens the lower-right tape.
"....17." You say, a little preoccupied with watching Amanda's self-diapering.
"Man you're young." She says, taping the rest of her diaper up. When she's done, the two of you make eye contact again. You place a command.
~Wet yourself~
Amanda twitches and gasps.
"Ahhhck!!" She clenches her legs together and leans against the kitchen counter.
"What's wrong?" You lean forward.
"Ughhh... I'm... having an accident." She closes her eyes tightly, but all her restriction fails to halt the flow.
"You mean you're peeing?" You ask.
"Yeah! I don't know why..." The wetting episode ends, and she stands up straight. "I swear that isn't something I ever do."
She pinches the front-side of the diaper and yanks it up a bit, looking down at it.
"Eeehhwww... that's really gross." She looks up at you. "I'm sorry you had to see that. I'm glad I at least had this thing on when it happened."
"Yeah... that's a really insane coincidence that you needed a diaper right after you put one on." You observe.
"H-yeah..." she chuckles, sighing; standing there in front of you with her legs slightly parted, her sagging, yellow-stained diaper hanging between them in front of you.