When Ogre let her down her hands shot to the back of her pants. Her jeans covered up her diapers, but there was a big smelly bulge. She almost would rather be impaled to the tree that let Derek see her like this.
Still, he came forward and took her by the arm. “Are you okay? You look really pale.” Then his nose wrinkled as the smell hit him.
“I got really scared,” she whined. The tears began to flow. She had loved him at prom and now he saw how disgusting she could be.
“Ogre, you made her shit her pants,” said Derek. “Go get her some coveralls or something to wear.” He took out a big red handkerchief and wiped her eyes. “Come on. I will try to get you somewhere to clean up and then Ogre will bring you some clean clothes.”