Jake selected "thong", ready to change it to something better, when someone knocked on his door and entered. Jake quickly set the phone down, unknowingly choosing an option that had popped up and submitting it.
The person that had come in, the secretary George, had brought some paperwork for Jake to sign. He stood in front of the desk while Jake signed it, then left the office.
Jake sighed. Time to get back to fixing things. He shifted in his seat. And froze. There was a loud crinkling sound when he moved. He looked down and lifted his skirt. A gasp escaped from him.
He was wearing a diaper! He must have accidentally changed "thong" to "diaper"! What's more, he could feel that he was about to use his new underwear. There was a pressure building in his gut. He got ready to get up, but the movement nearly made him shit himself right there. If he was going to avoid using this damn diaper, he had to use the app. And fast.
Jake frantically generated sentence after sentence, nothing coming up that he could use. All the while, he was letting out small farts, warning him of what was about to come.
When the pressure was finally getting unbearable, he generated a sentence that he could maybe work with.
"Jake's outfit, including his underwear, is a mix."
Jake could feel the log getting ready to exit his asshole whether he liked it or not. This would have to do. He changed "mix" to "match" and prayed for it to work.