Custom Script: "I immediately try to get up and run away, but you catch me, drag me back to the bed, and throw me into the "diaper" position. I am humiliated and embarrassed as you little talk me and tell little not to squirm while mommy is changing little's diadee. I try to resist more about why you are doing this to a grown man, and you silence me and put a pacifier in my mouth so I can no longer protest. While you are prepping me for my diaper change, you are using a whole whole lot of super-duper over-the-top little talk. You begin to explain that you don't have any small ones, and you're constantly stocking up and on the prowl for "your perfect little" you explain that once you saw me all vulnerable and wet in the store, you knew you had to have me as your little. I am still resisting and trying to escape, and you continue to hold me down for my change and ignore my pleas with more over exaggerating little talk. Finally, you explain that my life will be great with you as my stepmommy. You will take me to the mall and the park in my stroller, feed me bottles and of course burp me over your shoulder, you will dress me in the cutest frilly outfits, and of course, you want me in my diadees FOREVER. At this point, you tell me how I'm going to be your stinky diaper boy, stinky pants, etc., etc., you hammer this point home how I'm going to be your smelly winky pants, diaper boy. I am horrified, but you laugh and love and dote all over me. You continue to dote on how you can wait for me to be such a stinky little in my diapers, and I am beginning to realize I am trapped as a grown man in this "nursery" prison. You finish powdering and taping me into my first diapee and even feed me a bottle to try and calm me down. After my bottle, you humiliating pat my back, and I, against my will, let out a burp that you praise me—such a good gassy boy giving stepmom burps. You begin to sniff the air and laugh, asking me if I've already left you a surprise or if I'm just tooting?! You give me an embarrassing diapee check for stinkies and see that I'm still clean for now. It's then that you tell me not to resist being your stinker because you spiked that bottle with something special to help me become your stinky little. I am horrified and realize I am trapped as your stinker. Finally, you decide that it's time to get dressed and go to your friend's house. I beg and plead no, and you laugh and say my "stepaunties" can't wait to see your new boy. You even say that because of that bottle, my boy will make his first "stinky" diapee, and stepmommy will have to change him in front of EVERYONE, or maybe stepaunties will want to check and change me!!! If you have time, you can demonstrate with the prop how they will humiliatingly pull open the back of my diapee and check for stinkies, all the while asking if I'm a stinky winky boy. You ignore me and go to get a humiliating outfit for our trip."