"No, Mr. Arce, I can hold it," Ella said firmly. Bill scowled. He would just have to embarrass her some other way, then. If he took his time, he could probably force an accident. He began to slow his pace, ignoring Ella's worsening squirms. Finally, there was a soft hiss behind him. Bill turned, expecting to see a large wet spot on the front of her skirt. To his surprise, there wasn't one.
"Did you wet yourself?" he asked. Ella nodded reluctantly.
"I need a new pair of training pants now," she mumbled. Apparently, when Bill made her four, her underwear had turned into training pants. But because of that, her accident wasn't obvious. Bill wanted it to be obvious his former lawyer had an accident.
"I'll take you to the bathroom so you can get a change, then," he said.
"Thank you." Ella took Bill's hand again. Bill pulled up the app and generated another sentence.
"Ella is avoiding messing herself." So she needed to go number two, did she? Bill could help with that. He changed "is" to "isn't". Ella immediately stopped and bent her knees into a squat. She began to grunt loudly, her face turning red with effort. People were starting to look. Perfect!
"Oh, Ms. Wittle, I thought you could move on to big girl pants," he said loudly. "I guess you'll have to go back to diapers!" A horrible stench began to fill the air. Ella straightened again, her face red now with embarrassment. "Do you have some in your office?"
"Yes," Ella said quietly.
"Then let's go get them until you're ready for training pants," Bill said, continuing to speak loudly. Ella took his hand again and began to lead him towards where her office presumably was. Bill generated another sentence.
"Ella and Bill are going to her office."