Featuring: Goddess Vivian Leigh

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You of course, are a loser. Living in Step-Mommie's basement, isn't that how this always begins?

No aspirations, total beta, a thorn in the side of the woman who gave you life. And the only thing standing between me and the perfect condo I have been patiently waiting years for, is YOU.

So typical.

I get the c*ll and am offered a first interview and practically RUN there, certain that I'm the best applicant then I get the bad news. No adult dependents allowed. I panic and lie to the HOA president when she asks about the step-son I mentioned that I have, and tell her you are y*unger than you are, much y*unger.

Now I've gotten myself into a situation I cannot avoid. I must convince you to play the role.

It should be easy after all, you are not a man. Yet still, you muster some undeserving pride from somewhere and I realize I will need some assistance in my convincing. You've always been a lightweight for smoke; it turns you into a developmentally delayed babbling idiot so, I bl*w a huge cloud in your face while you're napping. That makes this much easier.

I take you to the second interview with me, only allowing you to crawl on your hands and knees. While explaining to the HOA pres that you are not an adult man, but have a glandular growth issue, you make a huge stinking mess in your d*aper. I have no choice but to change you.

I forget how cute you can be, drooling and playing with your feets, so happy to see my face and receive my fun time raspberries to the tumtum. I've been so caught up in trying to get this condo, I've lost sight of what really matters...

My wittle monster. We connect, suddenly you're all that matters. I play with you for a while, get your tushy all clean. I brought some toys and a baba in my big Coach bag just for you.

I think it's time to take my big guy home for some quiet snuggles.

No Adult Dependents Allowed