You can't help but keep staring at Amanda as she washed her hands dressed in nothing but a diaper. You didn't know something could be sexy, hilarious, and adorable all at the same time until now. You are already thinking about how you can take this further while Amanda dries her hands and says, "Hey, I'm getting kinda hungry. You cool with me making a sandwich?"
"Just as long as you make me one too," you answer, "I could use some food as well."
"Fair enough," she says, making her way over to the fridge, "I think all I have for meat is turkey, though. That okay?"
"Yeah, that's fine," you say, not actually caring all that much. After all, you've got bigger things on your mind, namely your idea for what to do to Amanda next. You're liking the direction you have started on with Amanda's regression, forcing Amanda to choose between dressing like a baby or getting someone else to dress her, but she's still a bit too independent for your tastes. You want to give her a similar command to make her more dependent on others, and watching Amanda prepare food for the two of you gives plenty of inspiration for what to do next. Now having a good idea of what you want to do and not wanting to waste anymore time, you begin to speak.
~After you finish making those sandwiches and set them at the table, you will no longer remember how to feed yourself most kinds of food, nor will you be able to relearn how to do so. From now on, you will have to have someone else feed you when you are hungry. The only exception to this rule is baby food and things you suck on to eat such as lollipops and popsicles, which you will be able to eat by yourself. You will also no longer be able to properly drink liquid out of most regular containers on your own, spilling more than you drink and making a mess on yourself if you try. The only containers you will be able to properly drink out of on your own are baby bottles and sippy cups. In addition, if someone else gives you a baby bottle with something to drink in it, you will be unable to resist sucking on it until the bottle is empty, even if the bottle wasn't intended for you.~
You finish giving your new command just as Amanda is almost done making the second sandwich. Thinking quickly, you ask, "Where do you keep the cups? I figure I might as well get some water for us to drink."
"Cabinet above the sink," she replies, putting the sandwich on a paper plate like she did for the first one.
"Cool, thanks," you say, grabbing two cups and filling them with water from the sink. You make it to the table just as Amanda is sitting down in front of her plate, her fresh diaper crinkling under her butt as she does so. You set one of the drinks by her, then go to your own seat to watch the show.
Amanda looks down at her sandwich and starts reaching for it, then stops. She furrows her brow, then lifts the top piece of bread and looks under it. After a moment, she frowns and sets it back in place, then picks up the sandwich and turns it upright. Apparently, she isn't holding it hard enough, as slices of turkey fall out of the bottom, which she notices and sets down the sandwich to pick at with her finger.
"Something wrong with your sandwich?" you ask, taking a bite of your own in bemusement.
"No... at least, I don't think so," Amanda said, her face reddening in embarrassment, "I just... well, you know the issue I'm having with clothes? Well now I can't recall how I'm supposed to eat this. Do I need a fork...?"
She gets up and opens a drawer to grab one, then returns to her seat. You notice that she is gripping the fork tightly in her fist like a child, and even looking at her food she doesn't seem entirely sure what she's supposed to do with it.
"I don't think a sandwich is complex enough to need utensils to eat," you say, still holding your own sandwich like a pro.
Amanda sighs and sets the fork down, "I feel like you're right, but I can't really get a good grip on it with my hands. Maybe if I run it through the whole thing. But then how do I get it all in..."
Thoroughly baffled by the combination of turkey, bread, and cheese, she sighs again and grabs her cup, clearly intending take just a sip. However, she tips it up too fast, or doesn't get a good seal on the liquid. It's hard to tell exactly how it happened from your vantage point, but the end result either way is her sputtering and spilling a large amount of cold water on her bare chest.
"Oh for fuck's sake!" she exclaims, setting down the cup and reaching over for some paper towels.
"At least you aren't wearing anything up there," you tease. You can't help but notice that her nipples are getting hard from the cold.
"And whose fault is that?" she snapped, dabbing the paper towels on her sizable breasts in frustration. After a moment, she sighs and says, "Sorry, it's not your fault. The day you come over and introduce yourself just happens to be the day that I start freaking out and forgetting how to do simple things like eat a sandwich or dress myself like an adult. Although..."
She stops drying herself and looks up at you suspiciously. Uh oh, this could spell trouble. Or at the very least a minor hindrance. Either way, you better deal with it now. Before she can do anything else, you say, ~You will never connect me or my presence with the source of your changing behavior in any way unless I tell you myself that I am the cause.~
The suspicion on Amanda's face disappears immediately, and she resumes wiping herself dry, "Nevermind, I'm just being ridiculous. You must think I'm completely incompetent. I swear, I don't usually have so much trouble remembering how to do things like this."
"No, it's fine," you reassure her, though you try to make yourself sound slightly unconvinced, "Everyone has their off days."
"Yeah, I guess," Amanda says, setting down the crumpled and now damp paper towel, "It's still really embarrassing though."
After a few moments, she asks hesitantly, "Hey, um, I'm still hungry, and I already went through the trouble of making these for us. I can't believe I'm asking this, but... will you feed my sandwich to me?"