You suddenly get a devious idea, one that you almost used on Madison earlier. But you'll have to be quick if you want to exploit it now. As Amanda starts to wipe her legs, you speak up.
~You are now no longer capable of conducting personal hygiene on your own. From now on, you will need someone else to bathe you, comb your hair, and even wipe you after you go to the bathroom. Any attempts to do these things on your own will result in you failing to succeed in one way or another. The only exception to this rule is changing your own diaper, which you can still do by yourself, but only as long as you are planning on putting another diaper on afterwords.~
Amanda suddenly dropped the toilet paper she was using on the floor. “Whoops,” she said leaning down to pick it back up. However, her hand stopped just inches away from the toilet paper.
“Something wrong?” you ask, doing your best to stifle a laugh.
“I can’t… I can’t pick it up,” Amanda said with a grunt, looking like she is trying to fight some invisible force field. She grabs some more toilet paper from the roll, but when she tries to bring it to her wet legs, her hand stops several inches away, then suddenly throws the paper down on the floor next to the other bunch.
“What the hell?” Amanda asks in shock, facing the same problem as before when she tries to pick up the paper she just threw down, “What’s going on? Why can’t I clean myself up?”
“Do you need some help?” you ask her, already stepping forward to take the paper off of the ground.
“Yeah,” she said with a frown, “I don’t know what’s come over me. I didn’t forget how to do it like with my clothes, my body just doesn’t seem to want to let me wipe up.”
"I dunno," you say 'skeptically', "It kind of just seems like you like the attention."
"I'm serious!" Amanda pouts, "I can't do it!"
"We'll see about that," you say. You reach down and wipe a bit of pee off of her leg with the toilet paper. Then, with a mischievous smirk, you reach up and wipe the wet paper on her neck.
"Eww, eww, eww!" she shrieks, grabbing some more dry toilet paper in a rush and trying to wipe the liquid off her neck, only to face the same problem as before, "What the fuck did you do that for, Daniel?"
"I was testing to see if you were telling the truth," you lie, throwing the wet paper into the toilet, "I thought you might slip up and wipe it off in your panic."
"Well now you can see I'm telling the truth, asshole!" she spat. She walks over to the shower and tries to turn it on, but the knob doesn't budge under her grip.
"Yes, I can," you say, "Though if you really want me to help you, you should probably be nicer to me."
The anger drains from Amanda as she realizes the situation she's currently in. She lets go of the shower knob and asks, more politely this time, "Look, you've been great at helping me so far. Will you please help me clean up too?"