I let someone pick up my feces from the backyard and I watched

I moved out of my parents house last November. My best friends parents own a house that let people rent for a little bit and who are in need. It is a house that need a lot of work but it still nice to live in. About a few weeks ago, my best friends sister moved in because our house is close to the university she is going to attend. Last night, I came home from work with my stomach bubbling. I didn’t use the restroom at work because I thought I would make it home in time.
When I arrive home, I see my best friends sister is home and she has her boyfriend over. It was her birthday and they threw a little get together. I instantly go to the restroom when I walk in my home and her boyfriend is showering. At this point, my stomach is pushing it out. I can feel my guts contracting. I did not want to go into the restroom while he was showering to shit because it would be torture for him. I go into my room and sit down near my desk to stop myself from shitting and to decide what should be my next decisions. I get up and ask my best friend (who was home) what I should do. I told him I was about to shit myself. He said to go in the backyard. We have a huge backyard. I contemplate it and decide that should be my next course of action. I grab a bucket with a bag and toilet paper to take with me outside. I go to the back corner of the yard to be out of reach of anyone who goes to the backyard. I shit on the ground and wipe myself with the toilet paper and put that dirty toilet paper in the bucket with the bag. I knew I couldn’t just leave it like that on the ground, so I cover it with mud. It was wet outside so I had grabbed mud to cover it. I told my best friend what I did and he said I should’ve shit in the bucket I had grabbed earlier, but he said it would be alright because it was in the back. I play video games for the rest of the night and forget about it. When I woke up this morning, I see my best friend’s sister’s boyfriend go outside to the backyard with their dog. I had heard the door open and it awoke me. I am peeking through my window blinds and I see him look around for shit on the ground. He searches the entire area and I see him reach the proximity of my shit in the corner. He picks it up and picks up other piles on the ground. The absolute shame and shock I got while watching was immense.

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