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September 19 Victoria knew that taking the No Shit September challenge would cause some changes in her lifestyle for a while, but a few weeks ago she didn't expect she’d have to buy a new wardrobe in the maternity section. Amid a small crowd of women with baby bumps of all sizes and a vague motherly glow, Victoria browsed the shelves, searching for something stylish that fit her. She had only been inside for a matter of seconds, beginning to browse the tunic tops when her stomach bubbled audibly and a blubbering fart blew back her skirt. It was a mild one by Victoria’s standards, but she knew pregnant women can have delicate sensibilities and she didn't want to make anyone nauseous. Mostly people try to ignore Victoria’s outbursts or give her a disgusted look when she lets one rip in public. She didn't mind, in fact she enjoyed it. It gave her a kind of exhibitionist pleasure to subject others to her farts, to see how long they would last of they tried to ignore her, to rip fat ass

Where do you plan to unload when you finally decide you can't hold it anymore? I used my first $2k to install one of those specialized Japanese toilets for women like me, triple the bowl capacity, hydraulic vacuum powered flush, pleasant bidet, the works. However, I’m sure I could pulverize it right now (as well as most of the wall behind it) if I had to. I’m not sure what I’ll do at the end of the month, assuming I make it that long… This is supposed to be no simp September, right? It’s okay, you can simp for me~♡. Be sure to donate to my MerelyFans for a shoutout! Are you changing your diet during this month to help you not defecate or are you still eating what you like? Well, I tried dieting, but I just can't make it stick. I just love food too much. Life is far too short to deprive ourselves of such pleasures. I might have to go back to dieting if I’m going to last the month, but I’m not looking forward to it. What foods give you the worst gas? Well, nearly everything gives me

September 10 “Damn, 35 inches!? I was 28 before I started this challenge!” Victoria groaned as she let the tape measure around her waist go slack around her naked legs. Victoria pouted and grabbed her slightly protruding gut. “This better disappear in October.” It was true. Prior to the first of the month Victoria’s waist measured 28 inches, a bit slimmer than normal for women her height, giving her a pleasant hourglass shape. However, 10 days of solid waste had been blocked up, giving Victoria a noticeable belly. Victoria pulled a pair of her high-waisted jeans. She pulled them effortlessly over her calves, hiked them up her thicc thighs, and as usual got stuck when she got to the base of her butt. Victoria started her jiggling, wobbly dance to put her jeans on. She grabbed the sides of her waistband and liked up as she shifted her weight back and forth, her pantie-clad butt shifting left and right, sinking an inch or two into the jeans. She shifted her attention to the front of her

September 7 *recording* Victoria spun around to face the camera. She was sitting in an office chair and wearing a professional outfit of a tailored grey blazer over a pink blouse. Behind her a white board and two empty desks were visible. Victoria gave the camera a conspiratorial grin and her eyes darted around the office. “All of my coworkers are gone for lunch.” Victoria whispered. “Which means I can rip as much ass as I want!” She kicked her legs out, wheeling her chair backwards and giving the audience a full view of her body in her work outfit. She gave the audience a cute pose as her stomach bubbled audibly. “I have been trying to hold them in all day. I don't know about you perverts but my coworkers need oxygen and this office is about to face a shortage. Victoria lifted a leg and gently bit her lower lip. A low purr fulls the room, but after eight or nine seconds it develops into a bassy tone. Victoria’s chair begins to quake under her as the fart goes on. The fart pushes 15

September 5 Mondays… Victoria got in her car, a sporty little electric thing in bright blue on a rainy Monday morning. Her stomach bubbled audibly over the sound of her engine starting and as she she gently pushed a professional shoe on the gas pedal, she also gently pushed some morning gas into the car interior. It was a particularly pungent blast, rich in smell and volume. She was already $4k richer, but less than a week into the challenge her morning thunder period had tripled in length. Victoria’s morning farts were something special. Under normal circumstances they usually woke her up around 6am, the force and smell breaking her from her peaceful sleep. Victoria would enjoy ducking her head under the covers, assuming she hadn't blown them away, and getting a big whiff of the nasty gasses her bowels cooked up while she slept. She’d keep sputtering out bubbly, sharp smelling farts for the next half hour, assuming she didn't drastically changer her diet the previous night. She would