A summer alone with the maid

(Authors note: if you're not into diapers, ABDL, and the like, turn back now.)

"} I've been waiting for us to be alone, Master;" Amanda says, leaning on the door frame slightly.

"You have?"

"Why yes, of course. You know you're my favorite of my employer's children" Amanda admits, walking in a practiced, professional manner into your bedroom. "In fact, I'll let you in on a secret, now that my employer isn't around. As much as I wanted to tell you this before, id rather not risk my job..."

"Well, your secret is safe with me, whatever it is..."You replied, a bit nervous about what exactly Amanda wanted to tell you...

"Ok... Master." She said, intentionally lengthening her words for dramatic effect. She also talked in a deeper tone. "What I wanted to tell you is..."

She trailed her voice off into the wind, as she lifted her skirt revealing something you weren't ready for yet.

Under her skirt was a thick diaper, one that was swollen and yellow. The diaper hugged Amanda's ass in a way that accented and enhanced it, but still kept the diaper a secret to anyone none the wiser. The once infantile happy prints that decorated the front of the diaper we're now faded and sagging, indicating to any onlookers that the diaper was filled to its limit.

"What I wanted to tell you was..."She continued, untrailing her voice.

"I desperately need a diaper change." She said deadpan, dropping all dramatics and dignified tonage she was using earlier.

You blinked for a second, eyes staring directly at what Amanda has clearly been wearing under her skirt for a while. You opened your mouth to speak when you remembered that...

(The options refer to how normal it is for Amanda to be wearing diapers.)