Never trust a fart! my stomach churns with stubborn gas that feels dangerously wet. each fart fights to escape while my heart races knowing one wrong push could lead to disaster (in my pants). i keep pausing to dart to the bathroom, tissue clutched in my hand, paranoid i'll find a mess in my shorts. the suspense antagonizes me - did that last wet gurgle cross the line? did i actually lose control? watch till the end to witness if this farting tease ends in my humiliation.
