I’m on my mat in these tiny shorts and a crop top, flowing through slow, relaxed yoga poses, relaxing and stretching every curve of my thick body. The heat builds fast, and so does the pressure in my belly. Soon, I can’t hold it and start letting out deep, warm farts right into the fabric with every pose. The room feels too hot, the clothes too tight, so I peel off the top, my heavy tits bouncing free, then slide the shorts down, getting completely naked. My big juicy ass spreads wide as I continue the routine bare, cheeks jiggling and hole puckering while I rip even louder, longer, bubblier farts with each stretch and arch. No shame, just pure sweaty, gassy bliss. Could you handle practicing yoga next to me while I unload like this?
