Shit myself at Disney, with my boyfriend sleeping inches away - twice

I woke up in the middle of the night and had to go to the bathroom. Normal. I poop. Normal. I wipe a lot more? Thinking to myself, I definitely didn’t just poop all this. I go back to the bed. My boyfriend (3 years) is stirring and sniffing the air. I’m sniffing it too. Then, I move my hand about 2 inches. That’s a shit puddle…..

Okay no problem, let me get up and get a hot soapy wet rag - I scrub and dab away as quietly as possible and then lay a towel over the spot to dry and to cover it up so I dont touch it. My plan is working, until mid scrub he says “what is that smell??” And I lie, “Oh I farted really badly haha” “Dude you might wanna check your pants” (I had no pants on, or underwear. Nothing was stopping that flow). I tell him to move to the other bed. He does and I go back to sleep in the stinky bed. Hoping the smell will be smothered a bit.

Fast forward to 3 hours later, I’m rolling around after an intense dream and it stinks again. No. Fucking. Way. MORE SHIT. YEAH. YEAH. I should have put a fucking towel down** (edit: I did put a towel down and left it there from the first incident sorry for the confusion! It definitely helped. I was sleep deprived and panicked when I wrote this post originally), but I didn’t know my bowl was going to have a splash mountain of its own. I’m panicking at this point. I begin to gently take the sheets of the bed and my boyfriend stirs. I stop mid glossier perfume spritz and freeze. Sheets are halfway off - THE ROOM REEKS. He turns the other way. I’m now in the bathroom… pooping. Trying to figure out if i cover this up myself or come clean. I’m so so so so sorry Disney hotel workers.

UPDATE ONE: Full disclosure I have Crohns disease so please don’t be too harsh on me. Although, even though a flare nothing like this has ever happened. I took all the poopy sheets and rinsed them off and rubbed them with soap the best I could to mask and smells and not make whatever poor soul who has to take these not burst into flames. There was an extra blanket in the closet so I’m cuddled up in that right now. I’m hoping I dont wake up to another surprise. My boyfriend is sleeping so so peacefully next to me. Do not eat the loaded foot long hot dog from Casey’s Corner 😭👍🏽. I love over the top fair type food, but I guess THIS was my limit?

UPDATE 2: I got tested and no to norovirus! Thank you for the comments about that. My stomach is still turning a bit, but it’s not awful. I confessed to my boyfriend in the morning when he mentioned taking a shower. It went like this: “I need you to know that I pooped” “Okay?” “No, like… i pooped.. um.. in the bed” “Omg are you okay!” I showed my boyfriend the post and he was really sympathetic, but also laughed about it. He said he wished he would have helped me. We left the housekeepers a good tip and all the sheets are in a pillow case like a commenter said to do. I’m still a little mortified, but I’m giggling a bit more now! ** ALSO: for the second poopening I had underwear on at that point, but it didn’t help