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I stand before you in my short leggings, the fabric is barely containing my thick cheeks as I prepare to unleash some of the nastiest farts I have ever produced. The shorts hug every curve, cutting high on my thighs while my ass strains against the thin material. You can already tell these farts are going to be vile. The first one rips out deep and gurgling, a wet rumbling blast that vibrates through the tight shorts and fills the room instantly. I shift my weight and let another one tear free, this one longer and sputtering, hissing at the end like it has something foul to say. My cheeks flex visibly beneath the fabric with every release, the shorts riding up higher as I keep going. Each fart gets progressively stinkier. A bubbly wet brap that crackles against the material. A sudden barking rip that makes my whole body jolt. The room is thick with my stench and I am completely unbothered, standing there in my tiny shorts and letting my ass destroy the air one blast at a time. You can only imagine how bad it smells. Actually, you do not have to imagine. You can smell it through the screen.