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Y’all it just happened and I’m mortified. Basically right after work, the gym isn’t that crowded and people mind their own business, typical gym stuff. I go to the treadmills and some dudes are getting jacked behind me on some arm machine.
So I start running. I hear laughing — the hysterical kind between two bros that only happens when they both experience so out of pocket they could only laugh and turn it into an inside joke later — so I turn my music up, no biggie. But then some other guy walks to the machine beside me, pretends to use it but I see that he’s looking at my feet. Weird, but no freaking biggie. It should’ve been my first sign.
For context, I’m a really androgynous dude. I thought the guy was staring because idk the boys were out or I was going full helicopter without realizing.
I up my speed and notice that the machine behind me was empty now and the other person on the treadmill next to me looked at me funny. I really thought something must’ve been wrong so I cut my workout short, blast music and run to the locker room. And it’s quiet in that gym, man. Usually the instructors have some popular playlist blasting the sound system, but I got in during dead hours.
When I changed I realized I felt way lighter. I thought my footsteps were loud. This is when I put two and two together. My footsteps weren’t loud as fuck. With every step and breath I was freaking farting. Straight up expelling gas. The other guy wasn’t staring at my feet, he was listening to my fartsteps. My flaturuns. He must’ve wondered how a twink like me broke the sound barrier with every foot fall. I was relishing the burn but everyone else was scrambling to leave the danger zone immediately behind me. And I never even knew, because I had Megan thee Stallion on full volume in my ears to keep me going.
This is a very small gym and I recognize half the gym goers by face. My goddamn instructor follows me on insta. Now I gotta cancel my membership. Expeditiously. I have to be out of here by the next working day. I gotta go on a trip halfway round the world and never return.
I’ll miss this gym, but I cannot be here, man.
TLDR; Ran on the treadmill while feeling gassy. Proceeded to fart with every step.
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