I treated myself to a huge creamy ice cream sundae and a thick milkshake out in public, gulping it all down like the greedy girl I am while my soft belly started swelling bigger and tighter with every spoonful. Knowing I m super milk intolerant, I clenched hard the whole way home, feeling the pressure build into this painful, gurgling storm of gas trapped inside my bloated, round tummy. The second I walk through the door I rush to the toilet, pull my skirt down, sit with legs wide, and finally unleash everything: wave after wave of the deepest, nastiest, smelliest farts thunder out loud and long, my thick ass vibrating on the seat as the room fills with that ripe, warm stench. My bloated belly slowly deflates with each powerful rip, leaving me sighing in total relief while more bubbly, wet ones keep rolling free because once I start I just can t stop.
