No, but find another thing

Chelsea didn't see anything that could help her get out, but she did see a bucket. That bucket could be used to expel her excrement.

However, it seemed like a very far-fetched idea. If someone came in and saw her in the middle of her business it would be very embarrassing. What if someone came after she finished and saw the bucket full of poop? Obviously they would know it was her, because she was the only one in the closet.

Chelsea tried to restrain herself, clinging to the idea that someone would come and get her out of there.

But after a few minutes, those hopes faded and the idea of pooping in the bucket didn't sound so crazy anymore.

Chelsea glanced sideways at the bucket. It looked so tempting, that Chelsea began to fret at the very thought of using the bucket.

Suddenly, a loud fart shot out, and behind him was another load of shit.

"I can't hold it anymore"

Chelsea took the bucket, and crouched down, but when she tried to lower her sweatpants...