Tight Jeans, Loose Gas: Fart Walk
Description
I’m strutting around in my tight jeans and black crop top, owning every step—and every fart. No sitting still this time. As I walk through the room, my gas escapes naturally, loud and unbothered. The denim clings to my curves, amplifying every sound as my farts slip out mid-stride. I don’t flinch, I don’t react—I just keep walking like it’s the most normal thing in the world. You’re right there with me, hearing every shameless release.
