You watch as Amanda grows redder, trying to pull her panties up her arm.
"Um... Are you gonna help... Me?" She says, giving up on putting her panties on.
Pulling yourself together, you 'advise' "You know, you seem to be having a hard time wearing... clothes. It's probably better if you just wear diapers. Let me get your shirt off."
Amanda blushes even more, but before she can do anything you have your hands under her shirt and pull up.
As if in a trance, she lifts up her arms to allow you to finish pulling her shirt off. She stands there for a bit, not feeling better, standing in front of a teen wearing only a bra. You use a Swiss Army knife you found in one of her kitchen drawers to swiftly cut the bra strap. You tossed a diaper to her and command ~Put on the diaper in front of me~
Amanda got down on the ground, flashing her pussy at you, causing both of you to blush. She expertly taped the diaper on, despite having been unable to put on her panties two minutes prior.
~Now poop yourself and leave your diaper on~
Amanda immediately blushed further, as her diaper began to sag. But, she made no effort to take it off. "Umm... Now what?"
"What do you mean?" You ask, starting to get the scent of poo.
"Uhh, can I put clothes on?"