/soy/ - Soyjaks

Inside the basement of the overused Sharty HQ, the female Salt was stretching her legs apart from each other, her smelly fart filled butt revealing the tight panty marks as she took in a deep breath, farting loudly as she sighed happily of relief, looking at herself in the mirror.

"Yeah, burn those calories!" Salt told herself as she let out another loud, brass poot, feeling her tight yoga pants puffing up.

Quote and Mustard observed awkward glances with each other as they both were getting hard from watching Salt fart to her heart's content, their clothing getting tighter.

"Gosh, I'm gonna need to pull my baseball bat out so it doesn't look like my willy is revealing itself," Quote whispered to Mustard.

Mustard wrapped his arms around the back of his head, shaking in response. "That wouldn't do good. Your hotdog would still be revealed through your clothing."

Salt suddenly appeared behind both boys, her arms folded. "Is there anything you like to say, boys?"

Quote and Mustard jumped as they held onto each other, with Quote in Mustard's arms as the Salt chuckled, letting out another tuba like poot, making the boys' clothing even tighter.

"Ooh I am feeling incredibly gassy." Salt pointed out as she was constantly farting as she was watching herself poot out stinky toots in the mirror of her office, obviously enjoying her potent flatulence.

"Too many beans I take it?"

"Well those burritos do have to have something to fill them up, they aren't there for fluff."

"True, there's no arguing that."

"Oof, my oh me is that stinky… I'm going to the toilet to get out these baked brownies!"