Just got back from the gym, drenched in sweat, stuffed with protein, and bloating up like a stink bomb. These tight blue leggings are about to get ruined. First wet fart blorps out warm, eggy, soaking right through. Then another. And another. I don’t stop. I can’t stop . Leggings darkening. Air thick with stank. You’d beg to smell it. This sweaty, gassy mess. All for you, slave.