Standing at the sink in my tiny shorts, sleeves rolled up, scrubbing plates like a good girl while my belly rumbles and lets out one deep, natural fart after another. Every time I lean forward to rinse, a thick, warm blast slips out and echoes in the quiet kitchen, my ass cheeks jiggling slightly with each effortless rip. No holding back, just me being my usual gassy self, suds on my hands and gas filling the air as I hum and keep washing. Real life with a curvy girl who farts freely and doesn’t care who hears.