You decided that the pain in your bladder will be too much, so you think "Well, I might as well wet the bed, I'm too tired to go to the bathroom. But, I won't poop in it. I think I can hold that in until the morning. I'm gonna feel so childish though not getting out of bed at all, but hey, I'm just happily lazy." You grin as you relax your bladder and let out a large stream of your pee, as you keep peeing, your white sheets develop a large yellow wet patch on them, and after the stream shrunk to a trickle and stopped, you happily sigh in relief. You rub your vagina, smiling and giggling as your PJs feel warm. Hopefully relieving some pressure will help you try and hold your poop in until morning. You try and ignore the feelings in your bowels, and while not the fastest, you smile as the nice warmness clinging to your crotch help you go to sleep. However, when you get up in the morning, while you feel good getting some more sleep, something is not quite right. You look at your clock, it says 10:00am. It was a weekend. You move your hands around and start to stretch your body. Whilst doing this, you are not surprised that you chose to wet yourself last night, and you giggle and smile realizing that, feeling your clinging wetness with your hand, noticing that it's damp, getting used to its feeling. You also sit up, but that's when you feel something squish under your bum. Feeling again with your hand, you touch a bulge in your pyjama bottoms. Upon further inspection, you had indeed pooped yourself in the night! You blush and think "Well, that didn't work. Oh, well. I do feel better knowing I chose to ruin my pajamas regardless." So, you just sit there, at least with comfort that you chose to let this happen, even though you didn't really wanted to mess yourself either. You hear footsteps coming up to your room. What will you do?