By: JacksUniverseJSU
“This sucks Dragon Balls!” A voice echoed inside the Hogwarts School Library. The source came from the upper floors, where two highly attractive witches were sitting on stools at a table near one of the bookshelves. They were the seventh-year students of Betty Winter and Rebecca Brannon. Betty was a light-skinned girl with wavy Blonde hair and blue eyes and Rebecca was dark-skinned with long, sleek black hair and yellow eyes. Both of them were wearing scantily clad school outfits on with short white tops, White long socks, black shoes and black miniskirts that exposed their undergarments underneath. The difference between the two was their collars, ribbon ties and panties were coloured to match the houses they were in, with Betty as Hufflepuff yellow and Rebecca as Gryffindor red. Both women were busy looking down at parchments, reading off the writing thoroughly, albeit drowsily. Next to each other on the table were large stacks of books and other rolls of parchment that towered the pair, nearly reaching up at half the height of the shelf in front of them.
“Ugh!” Betty growled in frustration, clenching her fists. “I'm SO done with this!”
“Keep it down, the librarian will hear us!” Rebecca murmured silently to her.
“So what? Let her hear us. The worse she can do is give us detention. It's better than having to do all this.”
“Well. Unlike you Betty, I'm someone who doesn't want to get stuck in a room with Mrs. McGonagall in cat form again for the hundredth time in my life. I don't want to get another bad rep on my permanent record.”
“We've been at this for so many hours already and we're still nowhere closer to done yet.” whined Betty.
Betty then turned slightly to the right in Rebecca's direction, placing her left elbow on the table while crossing her legs over with her right hand resting on her femur at the same time. Her face soured with both frustration and exhaustion over the large amount of work she and Rebecca had to do. She sighed heavily at her, hoping to see her friend share the same reaction, but to no avail. While in that position, a strand of her hair got in the way of her vision, which she blew away to the side with her breath. “I just can't believe that gargoyle-faced asswipe, Professor Snape would give us a unicorn turds worth of studying just for all these stupid potions assignments.”
“That's what happens when you get your Professor to drink a truth potion and reveal his darkest secrets out in front of the whole class.” Replied Rebecca.
“Yeah, I know why. But you gotta admit, that was funny how he sputtered out that one about how he poops his pants every time you bother him!” Betty said giggling. Rebecca covered her mouth to muffle her laughter as well. “I'll admit.” She replied. “He really hated us after that, since I was the one who made THAT potion. It was certainly a big excuse for him to give us quadruple the assignments.”
“Oh, we probably “bothered” him with the truth so much, that his pants had gone twenty-shades of brown! But come on, doesn't that lonely wanker have a sense of humour for God's sake?”
“Apparently not.”
Betty turned around to face the other shelf nearby and crossed her arms, pressing them up against her juicy cleavage. She breathed and sputtered like a horse as she continued moping in frustration. “We're gonna be stuck doing these assignments forever. Even longer than it takes for Nicolas Flamel to die!” Whined Betty.
“Nothing we can do about it I'm afraid. Even if we used magic, we'd still get detention for cheating.” Replied Rebecca.
“Who needs magic, when we could just seduce another horny sixth year into doing our schoolwork for us. I bet that four-eyed freak with the mummy issues would do it after I smother his face with my titties again. He worships me more than that Chang girl he's been dating. I can tell I made her SO jealous last time.”
“You really want to do something useful with your tits? Then how about you use them to make us a cup of chai. I'm so parched from all this reading.”
Betty acknowledged Rebecca's request, as she pulled her wand from out the waistband of her panties to summon two cups and saucers onto their table. She then waved her wand to fill up the cups with fresh hot tea, apparating the substance out of thin air and into the ceramic base. This was the first time Betty had used the spell effectively, at least that was something she was able to learn without having to study too hard! Before she could finish, Betty thought to test the substance, just in case she made an error in her wand work. She took a single sip of the tea, feeling the heat of the drink splash upon her tongue and lower mouth before swallowing it down her throat. Betty moved her tongue across her lips, collecting any excess tea that remained. She rolled her eyes in the opposite direction, pondering at the result of the little taste test. After a short moment, she put the cup and saucer down and then sat up on the stool again. She raised her right arm and placed a single finger on the side of her head while she used her other hand to support her right elbow, nudging her left arm underneath her boobs.
“Hmmmm.” Murmured Betty. “My spell work on the teas not half-bad. But I think we could add a little bit more “spice” to it don't you think?” She said aloud next to Rebecca.
“I know just the thing.” Rebecca said as she stopped her research for a moment and reached down towards her satchel just next to her. The bag had an extension charm placed on it, allowing the user to store an infinite number of items inside. Betty watched her toiling away inside it for a long while, constantly moving her arm about the endless depths for the thing she was looking for. After a minute in a half, Rebecca finally managed to grab hold of the object and pulled it out of the bottomless satchel and placed it on the table in-between her and Betty. It was a small brown glass bottle with a short thick neck and a wooden cork stuck deep inside the collar. At the base of it was a white label with an atrociously handwritten text that read the words “A special little something for you. In case of a “bad” day. - V”. Betty read the text repeatedly, trying to make sense of what kind of substance this bottle held and who had written on the label. She could not see any other labels anywhere that told her of what this bottle was as she turned it around with her hand, inspecting it. Betty was beginning to grow suspicious of it and was almost hesitant to do anything with the bottle.
“Well. Come on. Pour it in already.” Rebecca said to her eagerly.
“Um, Bec’s? What is this?” Betty replied.
“It's an incentive potion. It's supposed to give the tea more kick and make it taste better than anything in the wizarding world.”
“And... Where did you get this from exactly?” Betty asked her.
“Oh, my mum made it for me. She's a Potioneer in Hogsmeade remember?” Rebecca said jovially.
“But I don't remember your mums handwriting looking so... lame.”
“I think it's because of the fumes she inhales on a daily basis. She says that potion-making can have added side effects on you now and then.”
“Yeah okay. But the person who wrote this has their initials at the end starting with a “V” though.”
“My mum usually signs everything with the letter V, since her name is Valerie and all.”
“That makes sense. So, when did she give you this potion, may I ask?”
“I got it from our trip to Hogsmeade last week. Some rat-faced looking guy was covering the store for her while she was away on business. I'd never seen him as an employee there before, but he said that she wanted me to have this before she left. It's kind of a thing she does you know, makes a little potion now and then for me.”
“Wait. So, you let some random guy you never met before just give you this potion at your Mum's place of business? How did you know he wasn't suspicious?”
“My mum wouldn't have hired him if he was. He seemed a nice enough bloke. But anyway, I don't see what all the fuss is about on your end.”
“Maybe you're right. It's probably nothing to worry about. I mean, what’s the worst that could happen from adding a little potion into a cup of chai tea.” Said Betty, finishing the conversation. With their little discussion out of the way, the two girls took this moment to have a tea break. Rebecca pulled the cork out of the top of the bottle and started pouring out the substance. The brown liquid flowed down like a tiny waterfall as Rebecca directed the current across the drink, making a spiral. She would repeat the process on Betty's cup, also pouring the potion into her tea. With that, the bottle was fully empty of its contents. The girls could tell by the puff of a mystical brown cloud emanating from Betty's cup. Putting the bottle aside for the moment, the ladies picked up their cups and saucers off the table and held them with both their hands.
“Here’s to good health.” Said Betty as she lifted her cup off of the saucer with Rebecca doing the same. Both of them softly collided their teacups together and started to drink. Within a split second, they felt a great surge of sweetness hit their tastebuds. Both girls groaned with satisfaction.
“Oh my gosh! This tea is simply the best!” Betty exclaimed lightly, blushing with delight.
“See? I told you this was a flavour potion.” Replied Rebecca.
Betty took another big sip before replying. “Alright, looks like I was wrong then. I don't know. Maybe I'm just a little jumpy since You-Know-Who's likely out there in the world again.”
“You worry way too much. It's probably cause' you've been working too hard. And Besides, no one believes that nonsense anyway, not even the Ministry.”
“That's what Fudge and that toad Professor Umbridge wants us to think.” Said Betty. “But I bet even they and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named can't brew an impressive cup of tea as good as us sexy witches.”
“For once today, we actually agree on something.”
After five or sixth minutes of chatting, the girls finished drinking their rich, potion-induced tea and returned to their work. Their mood was more lifted now and their fatigue had moderately faded away. Betty herself seemed more relaxed than before, as she began to return to the business of studying, seizing a single book with Accio from one of their two large stacks and brought it down on the table in front of her. Betty opened it up to page 394 and started to read on the subject referring to werewolves. Two minutes went by, and the ladies were once again deep into their schoolwork. Not a single word or even a cough could be heard from any of them. All they could hear were the sounds of creaks in the Hogwarts architecture, the cooing of owls on stands and the meowing of cats as they patrolled the library looking for mice.
As Betty continued reading, now at page 395, she unintentionally let out a sudden quick and loud fart behind her, making her apple butt jiggle and skirt flutter from the flatulence as it blasted out of the fabric of her golden panties. Betty lightly gasped, covering her mouth in shock with her right hand, blushing heavily on her cheeks with shear embarrassment. She didn't tilt her head, instead moving her eyes to the right to look at a cringing Rebecca next to her.
“Oh my god. Did you just freaking fart?” She asked Betty.
“Umm... I... Uhhhh... I DIDN'T DO THAT ON PURPOSE!” Betty jittered.
“Eww! That smell is rancid! What did you eat girl?”
“I haven't eaten anything like that. I swear!”
“Well, something your eating’s causing you t--” Suddenly Rebecca felt herself letting off a nasty fart, as it made her crimson panty-covered buns and skirt flutter upwards from the huge gassy blast. Rebecca held her mouth with both her hands as she blushed twenty shades of red, feeling just as mortified as Betty herself.
“Ugh! Bloody hell. That one was even nastier than mine!” Betty exclaimed, holding her nose while trying to wave away the putrid smell from her face. “I... I.... I don't even know what to say... I'm not usually this--!” Betty interrupted her again with another loud fart, this time slightly louder and stinkier than before. “Eww!” Both ladies cried upon hearing it and then covering their noses from smelling the odour. Their section of the library was already reeking of stench, even a mouse dropped off from the upper shelves and passed out on the floor dead. Betty and Rebecca looked at each other anxiously for a moment not before letting off more farts in succession.
“Ok. This is not just some mere coincidence here!” Betty said to Rebecca, who the latter continued letting off more farts just before Betty let off another. “I'll admit, this is beyond that.” Rebecca replied, holding her nose tightly. Betty redirected her attention back to the potion the pair used to put in their tea. Grabbing the bottle, she inspected it again and found that the white label with the message had been stuck over another. She could tell by how it was slightly angled down to the left, with it exposing a different label underneath. Without hesitation, Betty peeled off the first label and was surprised at the revelation.
“Uh, Rebecca? You did say this was a flavour potion before, right?” She said to her.
“Yeah, I did, why?”
“This says Maximum Turbo Farts Potion!” Betty continued as she showed Rebecca the bottle, letting off yet another fart at the same time. Rebecca looked at it in suspense and also in embarrassment for her misconception. She went silent for a moment even whilst still breaking wind. “I literally didn't expect this.” Rebecca spoke.
“Well of course you didn't. I can't believe you convinced me to put this in my tea, ugh!” Betty whined, still farting.
“My bad, okay. (Prap!) But you were also the one who said that you wanted to spike the tea with the potion in the first place remember?” Rebecca retorted.
“Oh, so this is my fault now? If it wasn't for you and you're lack of commonsense for taking a potion, especially from a complete stranger you didn't know, we wouldn't (Blort!) be in this mess.”
“Say what you want. But we're both to blame for... UGH! (FRRRRT!) for this! Oh, this is gonna take a whole hour for this potion to wear off!” Groaned Rebecca, letting off another short fart that made her booty lift off the stool. Betty turned her gaze off of Rebecca for a moment, looking down towards the latter’s butt as she watched her friend continue farting. In an instant, Betty began thinking of something dirty and provocative in her head. She smiled to herself explicitly at the thought. “On (FRRT!) second thought.” She said while farting some more. “I think this just gave me a kinky idea.”
“What do you (BLART!) mean “Kinky”?” Rebecca asked.
“Kinky, as in let’s use this opportunity to have a little fart contest.” Betty replied letting off some more farts.
“You can't be seriously endorsing this?” Said Rebecca concerningly.
“Well, like you said. This will take a while to wear off, so why don't we try to make the most out of it?”
“Are you serious right now? No!”
“Why? Afraid to get in trouble with Professor Poopypants?”
“No, it's not that! I just don't want to be caught doing this in the open. The whole schools gonna have a field day when they find out about us farting up the place.”
“Oh, come on! Don't be such a spoil sport.” Betty said. “Weird and awkward stuff happens at this school every day. Like that time Malfoy got turned into a weasel and got shoved down somebody's pants? So, what if Hogwarts found out that it's two sexiest witches are a little farty? Some of them will probably jerk off to us in private.” Rebecca just kept glaring at Betty with envy. “Just be honest, would you rather be doing something so provocative as this instead of having to do these stupid assignments all night?” Rebecca thought deeply to herself for a moment on Betty's last words. It wasn't an easy decision for her to make. Even though she was always the more hardworking of the two, she still hated having to do all this schoolwork for Snape just as much as Betty did. Finally, she gave her answer.
“Oh, what the hell. I never liked doing extra assignments anyway. You want to have a farting contest, you're gonna get one!” Betty smiled delightfully at her, seeing Rebecca become so determined now. The two of them pushed their stools out backwards, allowing them to stretch their buttholes out just a bit. They then leaned their torsos inwards a bit more and then placed their arms underneath their boobs while they rested them both on the table.
“Ready to get ass-blasted, Rebacca Braps-A-lot?” Betty remarked.
“Are you, Farty Winter?” Rebecca replied confidently as she leaned her buttocks in Betty's direction and gave off a sneaky fart at her. Betty took the full blast of the fart as it hit her nostrils with putrid stench.
“Ugh! That one was strong!” She replied in disgust, holding her nose while trying to wave the smell away from her face for a moment. “Okay. Now try this!” Betty gave her bowels a moderate push as she gave out a series of pots from her backside, making her skirt flutter some more.
“Wow. That one was kinda silent, but deadly!” Rebecca replied jovially, waving her hand slightly in front of her face to remove Bettys smell.
“Scared yet, Brannon?” Betty giggled.
“Oh, you wish!” Rebecca smirked as she gave off a loud short blast again. For the next seven minutes the two of them went at each other, constantly letting off fart after fart, trying to outdo one another. Their farts were only getting more and more bigger and stinkier by each release and soon enough, the girls couldn't take it anymore and decided to take a time out from their contest.
“I (ACK!) think we might need to let the air refresh around us for a minute!” Rebecca said, pulling out her wand from her panties and casting a charm to make the fart stench reseed upwards into the ceiling.
“It might be kinda hard to hold it in for more than a minute, Bec’s. I can already feel my intestines expand for each second that I delay it.” Betty replied to her anxiously.
“Well don't go exploding on me before we finish, Winter!” Replied Rebecca as she let off another smelly fart. Just as Betty was about to fart, she noticed one Gryffindor student, Neville Longbottom coming down their section of the library towards them, completely unaware of their farty activity. Immediately Betty thought of another dirty idea.
“Hey. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?” Betty whispered in Rebecca's ear, trying not to look suspicious.
“You wanna release your fart on Longbottom?” She replied.
“Extra points if this next one knocks him out?”
“Agreed.”
Just as they finished whispering, they pretended to act normal as Neville walked into their space and turned in the opposite direction to another bookshelf, paying no attention to the girls whatsoever. When the boy had finished reaching up high for a book, Betty decided then to surprise him.
“Hey, Longbottom.” she said lustfully. Neville turned to see a smirking Betty leaning on the table with one arm as she quickly lifted her skirt up and released a long and putrid fart toward him. Taking the hit, Neville held his nose, trying to block the stench though it was too little too late as he felt himself stumbling to the left of him and the girls, aimlessly wondering too close to the safety barrier. Even that was not enough to stop him from breaking through it and falling down to the bottom floor of the library. The incident shocked Betty and Rebecca as they quickly got their booties off their seats and went over to look at the carnage down below, checking to see if Neville was hurt. Lucky for Betty, the boy had landed on a couch unconscious underneath the place of his fall, with a few bruises to his body. The girls looked at each other and gave off a sigh of relief.
“Oh! Thank Merlin for that. I thought I'd killed the poor boy.” Exclaimed Betty.
“Lucky that couch was there.” Rebecca replied as she quickly casted reparo on the barrier before anyone downstairs noticed.
“But I think I just proved that I knocked out Neville with my gas so points to me!” Betty said, holding her curvy hips.
“Well, technically he was knocked out after he fell, so I don't think that counts.”
“But he's out, so I win.”
“Okay, blondie. We'll just see about that when the next one comes down our section.” Rebecca said as she quickly turned around, lifted the back of her skirt and blasted Betty again with another fart, making the girls blonde hair fly back from the blast while she had her eyes closed at the same time. Rebecca giggled to herself as she returned to the table, with Betty following close behind as she tried to wave away the smell. Determined to keep on going, the two of them continued their competition, releasing more and more farts at each other. It seemed the girls were neck and neck, with no clear victor in sight. This went on for another few minutes until Rebecca noticed two more Gryffindor’s, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger coming down their part of the library together.
“Heads up, two lovebirds incoming.” She whispered to Betty.
As with Neville Longbottom before, the girls pretended to study as normal while the two stopped behind them and started chatting to each other. All Betty could hear from the conversation was just Hermione constantly going “Blah blah, homework, blah blah, exams, blah blah blah.” of course, Betty wasn't a good listener, and this was all she could interpret.
“God, that Granger chick is annoying as she'll get out.” Betty whispered to Rebecca.
“Hey don't worry, I've got a good one for her!”
They waited until the right moment when Ron had stopped talking and Rebecca let off a quick brap with the blast quickly hitting Hermione like a bullet from a gun. “Ugh! What is that repulsive odour?!” Hermione exclaimed, covering her face and slightly vomiting in her mouth from the strong smell.
Betty turned around to answer her. “Ron did it!” she said, quickly pointing at her boyfriend in front of her. Hermione looked at him with a firm look of disgust and anger, causing Ron to feel unsettled.
“Hang on, I didn't...!” he exclaimed.
“Just kidding!” Betty said, letting off another fart towards Ron with Rebecca releasing another one at Hermione. Ron coughed heavily as he stumbled into Hermione’s arm with the latter catching and holding him. Hermione looked towards the girls as they laughed at them constantly, causing her to lash out. “You two are so disgustingly immature!” Hermione said to them angrily while holding her nose as she began leading Ron away from the section.
“That's what you get for being an insufferable know-it all!” Rebecca said still laughing while farting at her some more. Once they left, the two girls ceased their gassy bottoms for a moment to tally their score.
“Alright” said Betty. “So, you gassed her twice and I gassed him once, that makes us even so far.”
“I still don't count your one with Longbottom though.” Corrected Rebecca.
“Yeah, well what else is new, huh?”
Next to come down their section was none other than the local bully, Draco Malfoy. While he was not in the same year as them, like many other students, they too did not look on him fondly either. Mainly Betty, because of her status as a Muggle-born.
“Look out, Asshole at nine o’clock.” Betty whispered, hiding her face with her hand. Rebecca acknowledged her words and decided to let her take the lead this time. Betty waited for Draco to get within range of her butt, she wanted him to be in the perfect position. Just enough to make him taste the foul stench of her bowels. As with the others before, she and Rebecca acted as normal as possible to divert attention from themselves. Once Draco got in her range, Betty winced and let off a long loud fart straight at his face, knocking him back into the shelf behind them.
“Ugh! What in Slytherins name was that?!” He said angrily holding his nose. Betty let off a few more blasts at him, making the boy stagger a bit more. “That's what you'd call an elephant fart, you loser! Ever heard of those?” Betty said as she and Rebecca giggled to each other. Their persistent laughter was enough to stoke a fire inside Draco, making his face turn blood red with fury towards the girls.
“Oh, so you think this is funny, do you? Do you dumb witches know who I am?!”
“I don't know? Is it, Farto Malfoy?” Betty said as she got her booty up slightly from the chair and released another fart from her panties, with this one directly hitting Draco in the face, making him fall on his arse and up against the shelf. In response, Draco's anger rose to fully bigoted levels as he began having a tantrum.
“How dare you fart on me, you filthy little mudbl--”
“Watch your mouth!” Rebecca interrupted as she got off her stool and quickly careened her buttocks into Draco's face, holding his head firmly up against the bookshelf. She pulled his head in further with one hand, allowing him to be absorbed further into the base of her red panties until his mouth touched her pussy. Rebecca let off a series of rapid farts, grunting heavily while filling up his nostrils with more gas. Draco tried to break free of her butt-hold, but to no avail as Rebecca's constant farting wore him down. Eventually Rebecca released Draco as his weakened corpse slopped down further to the ground. The girls looked and saw that his expression had unexpectedly changed from anger to a pathetic looking smile on his face.
“Looks like I gassed him so hard, I stupefied his tiny little brain.” Rebecca said laughing at the same time.
“I don't know, Bec’s, I think he might have enjoyed that. Just look at how hard his cock is right now.” Betty replied.
“Well, we can't have that can we? I propose that whoever gasses this bigot to unconsciousness will earn triple points. Quadruple if he cums.”
“I'd second that wager!” Betty replied enthusiastically to Rebecca before getting off the stool. The little Malfoy boy meekly looked up towards her as she approached. The tall blonde towered above him with her arms on her hips, intentionally letting him look up her skirt towards the tight crotch of her yellow panties. The boy in his dopey state was filled with both fear and lust for the witch, waiting for what was to come next. Betty smirked cynically at him as she grabbed him by the hair and hoisted him off the ground.
“Come on, stinky. It's time to give you the silent but deadly treatment!” She said to him as they wondered along. Rebecca nearby flicked her wand and transformed both their stools into a bench so that they could lie Malfoy on it. Draco made no attempt to try and free himself from Betty’s grip as he was still too dazed to do anything to resist. Once he was firmly placed on the bench, both girls got into position, ready for their bonus round.
“Alright, Ms. Winter. You go first.” Insisted Rebecca.
“Why thank you, Ms. Brannon I shall.”
With her backed turned, Betty put one leg over the bench and firmly positioned her butt above the rectangular seat where Draco lied upwards. She then released control of her stance and let gravity drop her apple butt down onto his face, engulfing him in her panties. Betty closed her eyes as she released her next load of turbo farts. Malfoy squirmed a bit as she constantly farted for the next thirty seconds of his life. Betty was enjoying the whole experience of it, feeling slightly horny at the same time. She gave off a lustful grunt while she continued to fart on Malfoy, even more so when she started to see the lump in his pants grow harder with every fart.
“Oh! So, you do enjoy this now, huh? I guess you're having seconds thoughts on my blood-status?” Betty said sarcastically as she let off another ripper.
“I doubt that.” Rebecca said as she turned around north of Malfoys head. “You've had enough fun, B. But now it's my turn to dominate the little twerp.” Betty got up off of Draco’s face and watched as her friend dropped her booty on Draco’s face, fully smothering it.
“Jeez, I think your butts getting fatter, Rebecca.” Betty said.
“Might have been from when I was chowing down on those muffins during the Christmas feast a while ago.” Rebecca replied as she rubbed her cheeks further into Malfoys face. She let off a few big silent farts first, before unleashing bigger pots afterwards. The size of the blasts Rebecca made also caused Draco's stomach to inflate up and down on every burst.
“Mmmmm... doesn't my turbo farts smell like oranges?” Rebecca said to Draco just as she closed her eyes and gave a big, short blast on him. Next, Rebecca put both her hands on the bench, lifted her booty slightly and began to shake it up and down in a twerk on Draco's face, unleashing a further flurry of farts in rapid succession. After a minute of fart domination, Rebecca had enough and got off of Draco, leaving him now at the mercy of Betty as she sat on his face again.
“Ready for round two?” She said to him as she lifted her skirt up and gave out a long loud fart for ten seconds straight. Draco squirmed some more, slightly losing a bit of life. Though as Betty continued to fart on him, her victim unexpectedly grabbed at her boobs and started to fondle them viciously.
“Oh! You sly, sneaky Slytherin you!” She said kinkily as her face blushed.
“You love it when so-called “Mudbloods” fart on you, huh?” Rebecca said crouching and taunting into his ear.
“I guess even purebloods can be tamed!” Betty replied to her, letting off another gigantic fart into Malfoy. Inside Draco's head, he was feeling as horny as a bull and could feel the endorphins inside him increase to the point of climax. All of a sudden, as Betty continued farting, a white string of liquid rushed out of Draco’s pants as it shot out in the air. Betty watched in shock as Draco's rock-hard cock burst out more loads of cum, hitting books on shelves, the floor and a bit on Betty's top.
“Eww! Such a dirty little boy! You cummed all over the place!” She said, pretending to act disgusted as she got off Draco. She turned around and saw the boy wincing and smiling stupidly with a little bit of blood coming out of one nostril. The girls pondered over the boy in his weakened condition for a moment, cherishing the joint misery and ecstasy they caused on him.
“So do you think this is satisfactory?” Rebecca said.
“Almost. I think he's well enough for one final dose.” After waiting a while for Draco to recuperate some more, Betty pulled her wand out of her panties again and cast the shrinking spell on him, turning the Slytherin into a tiny boy the size of a human thumb. Draco tried to escape their clutches, but Betty was quick to catch him before he could run away from her. She held the little boy by the collar with her fingers, hoisting him up to her face. Betty stared him down with a perverted grin, making the Tiny Draco shiver.
“Rebecca. If you wouldn't mind opening the back of your panties for a moment, please?” She said still holding Draco in her hand. Rebecca acknowledged her request by turning around and stretching out the rear waistband of her underwear so as to allow Betty to drop the Tiny Draco inside them. Afterwards, she pulled up her panties slightly so as to not let her prisoner escape.
“Oh! He's a wriggly little mite, isn't he? I can feel him crawling about my ass trying to escape!” Rebecca said ecstatically.
“Don't worry your chubby little cheeks, Bec’s! I've got a little spell of my own just for this.” With her wand in hand, she aimed it directly at Rebecca's panties. She flicked the wand and spoke the enchantment aloud.
“Panties Inflatus.” She muttered. It seemed the spell had done nothing to Rebecca's underwear as it remained as normal as before. This made her friend cringe with disappointment.
“Um... nothing’s happening.” She said to her.
“It only works when you break wind.” Replied Betty. “But uh... I might have to step back a little just in case your panties grow too big.”
This kind of had Rebecca worried, she didn't want to risk exploding her panties like a balloon. But in this case with Malfoy, she would risk it. “Well okay then, let's hope to Dumbledore these panties are stretchable.”
“Relax, will you. They won't pop or anything, I'm certain of it.” Betty said confidently. Still slightly nervous, Rebecca closed her eyes, bent her knees, lowered her booty and held her legs in place. She gave off a slight grunt as she unleashed a large fart that caused her red panties to quickly expand into a balloon around her. Betty swore she could see the gas swirling inside her friends inflated undergarments, possibly caused by a random Light source emanating somewhere inside the library. While she continued looking at Rebecca’s panties, she could see Tiny Draco inside them choking heavily on the foul stench.
“How’s that for a Dutch Oven, you freak!” Rebecca said giggling to herself as she patted the balloon like fabric of her panties. Betty also laughed at the same time as she walked up to pat her friends inflated underpants as well.
“Whelp! I'm sure as satisfied now!” She giggled, rubbing her hand across the fabric.
“I think Mamma’s boy here has been dominated enough for today don't you think so?” Rebecca replied as she wiggled her thicc booty inside her panties.
“I think so. Though I'm not sure if he's gonna recover from this anytime soon.” Betty got off Rebecca's panties so she could have a moment to air them out. Rebecca stretched out the waistband from the back and gusts of fart gas rushed out of her underwear, making a sound similar to that of a helium balloon as it deflated. The passing gas went upwards across Rebecca’s back like a geyser, making the back of her black hair flutter upwards as well. Soon enough, her panties deflated back into their original form, with the exception of a lifeless lump resting in-between her Butt cheeks. Rebecca pulled him out the back of her panties, lifting the unconscious miniature Draco up towards her face and then took a moment to get a good whiff from him with her nose.
“Mmmmm... He smells so sweet and stinky!” She said joyfully as she walked over to Betty.
“We better hide him somewhere quick before anyone notices.” Betty replied as she used her wand to cast a reverse spell on the bench, transforming it back into their two stools again. Rebecca at first wanted to hide their victim in a random shelf somewhere on their level, but then she thought it best to hide Malfoy up within the top shelves instead.
“Hey B, can you get me up to the top of the shelf?” She asked Betty.
“Sure, no problem. Make it fast though 'cause I can feel the urge coming back again.” Betty aimed her wand and chanted “Wingardium Leviosa” on Rebecca, lifting both her and Malfoy off the ground like a feather. Rebecca's skirt fluttered as she ascended, causing her undergarments to flash constantly as she was hoisted further off the ground. Soon enough she was high enough to reach the top shelf. Rebecca pulled out a few books from the case and then she placed the Tiny Draco firmly inside the empty space.
“Goodnight, Sweet Prince!” She said in a whimsical tone, flickering her fingers at Draco in farewell before she put the books back in to conceal him away. With that, she signaled Betty to lower her down to the ground. Just before she had reached the surface, Rebecca let off another short fart into Betty's face. This one managing to enter into her mouth, making her wheeze and turn her cheeks green.
“Opps sorry Betty. I didn't mean to do that!” She said worryingly with embarrassment while blushing. “Are you okay? You look a little green around the gills there.”
Betty took a moment to collect herself, waiting for the urge to vomit pass her before she could speak again. “UGH! I'm okay now. Just needed to catch my breath. Oh, but you REALLY got me good there! But not as much as when I do this!” In a split-second, Betty cast the levitation spell on herself (Preferably her arse) and hoisted it up to the level of Rebecca's face and let out a much bigger, toxic fart, making her friend fall back onto the ground. The blast singed Rebecca's eyebrows off and caused her straight black hair to turn into a curly mess. Her top had blown off also, revealing her red bra underneath with a little bit of her left tit sticking out of it. Rebecca started wheezing and coughing as she tried to get up, Betty kindly helped her up.
“Wow! Sorry! I wasn't expecting that fart to be so big!” She apologized.
“Well… paybacks a (HACK!) bitch.” Rebecca heaved. “But (HACK!) nothing but a little magic can't fix. Ugh! Yeah, I think that was something out of Azkaban right there!” Once Betty hauled Rebecca up from the ground, the latter took this moment to repair her image. With her wand, she cast an incantation that instantly restored her default appearance, her eyebrows regrew, her hair became straight and narrow again and her top reattached to her torso. All that remained was her exposed bosom which she pushed back into her bra herself.
“Wow!” Betty replied in surprise. “How did you do that?”
“I'll teach it to you sometime later.” Rebecca replied, putting her wand away back into her underwear. “But any who, don't we still have a fart contest to finish?”
“Let’s review the score first.” Betty concluded as she and Rebecca sat down on their stools again. “Alright so after about 500 farts between us, plus extra points on our unsuspecting victims, two for me, two for you and our bonus round on Malfoy in which I made him cum, and you neutralized him with the inflation spell. I'd say we're pretty even here.”
“Sounds acceptable to me.” Rebecca agreed. “Let’s hope we declare a winner before the Turbo Farts Potion wears off on us in fifteen minutes!”
“I think we know I'm the best farter.” Betty said as she intentionally directed her butt at Rebecca and gave her a big fart, making her clench her nose again in response.
“Oh really? Well allow me to retort!” Rebecca said as she directed her booty at Betty and let off a long and violent fart. The force of it caused her friend to nearly fall off her stool, making it tip slightly to the left. “Whoa!” Betty exclaimed as she held onto the table to stop herself from falling over. Betty pulled herself back into balance, allowing the gravity of her booty to rest her stool back on the floor. A determined Betty responded by letting off a series of pots with Rebecca doing the same. For another few minutes, they continued to battle at each other, releasing more stinky farts in quick succession of each other. While they continued to surpass each other, they noticed a whole row of people were about to walk down their section of the library again. This gave the girls an opportunity to have another bonus round.
“Heads up. More students coming down the aisle.” Betty said to Rebecca.
“Let's see what you got, girl!” Rebecca responded.
As the other students approached, the pair began to release a symphony of farts, first starting with Pansy Parkinson, who took the first blast from Betty. Followed by Luna Lovegood who got blasted by Rebecca. And then they both farted on Crabb and Goyel as they went by also. All of them fainted and fell down unconscious in no less than a second, forming a pile on top of each other on Rebecca's side. The bonus round appeared to be over before it even began. That was until an unsuspecting Seamus Finnigan walked by with a candle in his hand. Betty noticed him at the last second and let off a soft, but powerful fart in his direction. Her gas caused the fire from Seamus's candle to combust into a fiery blaze, creating a small fireball that engulfed most of his face before dissipating above him into nothing. The girls turned around to see the poor boy standing there, charred and astonished by what had happened to him. All his facial hair, eyebrows, lashes and the front half of his hair had been completely singed off from the flames. Betty showed a great degree of concern for what she did. She was lucky once again to have avoided burning the skin off his face, though that didn't help matters much.
“Um... sorry for that, uh Seamus...” She apologized shamefully. Seamus however did not reply as he too fell down unconscious with the rest of the bodies below. Nothing much Betty could do now but be grateful that their last victim was still alive, though not very well.
“OKAY. I think that’s the end of the bonus round.” Rebecca said as she used her wand again to apparate the students out of sight.
“Lucky for us both, you've studied on advanced spells, or otherwise you wouldn't be able to cover our buns.” Betty said trying to add levity to their situation.
“The perks of being a seven-year student with countless hours of practice.” Rebecca replied. “I think we should avoid farting on anyone else just in case we get--”
“Ms. Winter! Ms. Brannon!” Spurted a soft, waspish voice to their left. Both girls looked over with Rebecca looking over Betty's head in surprise as they saw Professor Snape himself approach them dressed in his dark robes.
“Oh great, Professor Poopypants is here!” Rebecca whispered to Betty silently, making sure Snape didn't see her mouth move. Once Snape had gotten close to them, all of a sudden it felt like the air around the girls had gone cold, like all sense of joy had up and left as a result of the Professors cynical demeanor. Knowing that they were in for a rough time, Betty tried to humour Snape.
“Oh! Professor Snape, what a pleasant surprise. As you can see I-- we are studying very hard on-- magic stuff. With the materials you forced-- I mean kindly asked us to work on.” Betty gave Snape a pretend cartoonish grin, trying her hardest not to look inconspicuous. Rebecca next to her just rolled her eyes at how badly she tried to cover up their suspicion.
“Pretend if you must, Ms. Winter.” Snape said to Betty unfazed. “But do not assume that I cannot see you young ladies slacking off from your studies.”
“Buuuuuttt... I'm guessing you're not here just to punish us for slacking huh?” Rebecca asked him.
“Correct, Ms. Brannon. I have come here because I have detected a familiar foul odour enter my classroom this evening. And since I have noticed several students complaining about a strong smell inside the castle, it led me to track down its source to this very library.”
Betty and Rebecca looked between Snape and each other for a moment, feeling slightly guilty and mortified at the same time. Though this didn't stop Betty from trying to think up another lie.
“Um... what kind of smell are we talking about?” She said pretending to smile again. Afterwards, she accidently let off another turbo fart with the cloud hitting Rebecca behind her, causing her to cover her nose and gag from the terrible smell. Betty blushed and rubbed the back of her hair, still pretending to smile as if nothing happened.
“That, Ms. Winter is the kind I was suspecting. Tell me, is this another one of your irritating and juvenile pranks against me?” Snape said coldly.
“Umm no... I'm just a little, lactose intolerant that’s all, professor. You know how we Muggle-born’s are sensitive to certain ingredients. Makes us REALLY gassy!” Betty said, still trying to cover up her shame.
“Again, you fail to deceive me. I for one suspect that what you have consumed this evening is not a brand from the muggle world.” An unimpressed Snape replied as he walked in between the girls, inspecting their table. “I deduce you have acquired a very rare potion, one that causes the bowels to release a wave of turbulent flatulence. Ah-ha.” He calmly exclaimed as he found and picked up an empty potion bottle sitting at the back of the table. He lifted it up and held it in his hand to inspect the object for a moment.
“Just as I thought. A Maximum Turbo Farts Potion.” He announced as he saw the label. “I thought I had confiscated this particular bottle years ago, of which I come to find it here with the most likely culprits, my least favourite pair of seventh-year witches. Care to explain?”
The girls looked at each other again, trying to decide how they were going to go about explaining everything to Snape. “So, it's like this...” one of them started saying followed by the pair both trying to explain what happened to the professor. Snape could feel their simultaneous banter begin to drill his head in as steam began to form on the top of his head, showing his frustration. After having to endure this verbal torture for a full minute, Snape finally snapped yelling “Enough!”, making the girls freeze on the spot with one of them letting off a little fart from the shock.
“It is unfortunate you were stupid enough to consume this elixir, but that you had the audacity to steal it is beyond irresponsible.”
“But we didn’t steal—”
“SILENCE!” Snape said firmly to Rebecca, shutting her up. The girls felt themselves quivering in their shoes. They hadn't seen Snape this upset since their prank from earlier today. And since they were his number one thorn in the side, they had every reason to be concerned with what Snape planned to do with them. “It seems extra study is not enough a punishment to make you see the error of your ignorance and poor sense of judgement. A six-months detention for the both of you!”
Both the girls gasped upon hearing his last sentence. “But... you can't do this to us!” Betty whined angrily at him. “And for answering back, Ms. Winter, you and Brannon have just added another month of detention. Along with 500 points taken from your houses.” The latter part of his conversation really shocked and outraged the pair.
“That's not fair!” Rebecca sputtered. Snape visually made her give into silence as he looked her dead in the eyes.
“Unfortunately, Ms. Brannon, life isn't fair. And it's about time I teach you this the hard way.” He said to her bluntly. “I've had it with the pair of you and your antics since the day you first arrived at this school. And before you graduate, I plan to fix that!” Snape equipped his wand and cast a spell to turn the girls around, then he pulled back his sleeves in a stoic manner, grabbed the pair by the waistbands of their panties and hauled them both up off their stools with wedgies. The girls cried in agony as Snape began carrying them away, holding them up in front of himself like a pair of fish on hooks. They felt the fabric of their underwear ride up into their vaginas and buttocks, causing them to feel vicious pain on every motion that Snape made as he began walking. It became so unbearable that the girls had to hold onto their pussies to try and alleviate the pain. But just as their professor was hauling them along by a thread, Rebecca felt another turbo fart coming on.
“Um Professor?” She muttered.
“Silence Ms. Brannon.” Snape replied.
“Uh, professor. I think you REALLY need to put me down for a moment, please!” She begged, pointing down at the floor.
“I said BE QUIET!” Snape yelled at her softly, causing her to flinch.
Rebecca felt her belly begin to expand from the excess gas rapidly building up inside her intestines. Any moment longer she delayed, she was going to blow up into a bloody, gassy mess. Since asking Prof. Snape nicely didn't work, she had no choice but to break wind right here and now!
“Oh, bugger this! FIRE IN THE HOLE!” Rebecca cried as she let out a big turbo fart into Snape. The fart she released was powerful enough to knock Snape backwards several feet away, causing him to lose his grip on her and Betty as they dropped down in place. The girls took a moment to sort themselves out, pulling and straightening their panties back into place before going to check on Snape. They walked over and found him lying down unconscious in their section of the library. Betty thought to touch Snape with her foot to see if he'd wake up again. He gave off a grumble in his incapacitated state, which at least gave her and Rebecca some much needed relief.
“He's Okay. Lucky for him you blasted him in the chest with all that gas!” Betty spoke.
“Lucky me.” Rebecca replied sarcastically. “Though I think we better apparate him back to his office before anyone sees this!”
“I'll obliviate the last hour off his mind first so he forgets what happened.” Betty replied, pulling her wand out again and casting the spell on Snape.
Just as the two were about to jointly send Snape back to his office with the apparition spell, the latest Defense against the Dark Arts teacher and Ministry agent, Dolores Umbridge appeared out of the bloom. The girls turned in surprise to see this unattractive woman, all dressed in pink clothes and sporting herself a hairstyle similar to that of Margret Thatcher, storm down into their section of the library towards them. Judging from her hateful sneer, she was not very happy with them. Even if they couldn't tell by her expression, it was pretty obvious by her ruthless reputation and vindictive personality that she didn't come here just to say hello.
“Professor Umbridge?” Rebecca asked nervously.
“Don't “Professor Umbridge” me! You think I’m too stupid not to know what you two have been up too?!” Dalores replied viciously.
“O-kay? Whatever you're thinking right now, we didn't do it on purpose!” Betty replied to Dalores.
“Well, I DID have to let off that turbo fart on Snape.” Rebecca replied to Betty.
“Yeah, but that's because he refused to put you down and let it out yourself.” Betty replied next.
“Exactly. But I would have popped like a Balloon if I didn't do anything!”
“Oh, like how we gassed out Malfoy before. Surely that wasn't on purpose since he was verbally abusing us, and we had to defend ourselves!”
“I'm pretty sure that one was on purpose, you provoked him when you turbo farted his face.”
“Not like how you purposely “gassed” him inside your panties?”
“Not so fast, you aided me with that remember. With the Inflatus spell? So, it's just as on you too!”
“Oh really? Then how about all the others we ass-blasted then? Some of them you did on purpose.”
“You did that too.”
“Okay but I'll admit that one with Neville I did on purpose, but the other one with Seamus, yeah, not my intention.”
“I think you still did that on purpose, just that you didn't know he held a candle in his hand.”
“Oh really, how was I supposed to know that? Any more than I didn't know you were carrying a Maximum Turbo Farts Potion that you made me use in our tea.”
“You REALLY wanna bring that up again, blondie--?”
“ENOUGH! I. Will. Have. Order!” Dalores squealed angrily at the pair, forcing them into cold silence. “I don't care who, how or why you started this, but I'm going to finish it personally! Half this castle has been flooded by your foul and repulsive bottoms and because of your irresponsible antics, I have been given no choice but to punish you both tonight!” Dalores paused for a moment, delivering a malicious stare into the girls eyes before resuming. “I think an hour of writing with the Black Quill should suffice!”
Betty and Rebecca were very well aware of the use of the Black Quill. It was a mystical object that infamously caused the user to write words into the base of their skin, causing excruciating pain as a result. And since Betty and Rebecca were no fans of Dalores Umbridge and had no love for inhumane punishment, it seems they had to deal with this matter the hard way.
“The Black Quill huh? Well, Becky don't you think that's WAY too harsh a punishment for us?” Betty asked Rebecca in a sly tone, standing up alongside her.
“Oh, I think it's against all form of human rights in my opinion.” She replied as she pulled out her wand at the same time with Betty doing the same.
“You dare to defy me?” Umbridge muttered, watching the girls approach her with their wands out. “YOU DARE TO RAISE YOUR WANDS AT ME!” Dalores shouted as she attempted to pull her own wand out, not before Betty used the Expelliarmus spell to quickly disarm her of it. The girls surrounded her and pressed her up against a shelf. Glaring at her maliciously.
“We are now, you ugly frog-faced Bitch!” Rebecca taunted Umbridge as she and Betty aimed their wands at her throat.
“Y-you think the pair of you can best me alone? I must warn you… t-that I am an expert in blocking offensive spells. I-if I were you b-both, I'd cease this right now!” Dalores uttered nervously, losing all her confidence.
“Nah. I think we'd risk it.” Betty replied to Dalores.
“With what we're cooking up inside our guts right now, no protego can protect you from.” Said Rebecca afterwards.
Now that they had Umbridge at their mercy, the girls quickly turned around in the opposite direction, lifted their skirts up with one hand and pointed their wands down to their anuses. They looked over their shoulder, watching the once proud and sadistic Witch turn into a nervous wreck. All she could do now was close her eyes and wait for the inevitable blast. What she was about to go through in moments, she could only imagine.
“Okay Bec’s? In Three... Two... One...!” Betty said next to Rebecca, beginning the countdown for them.
“FARTIUS MAXIMA!” They both chanted aloud. The tips of their wands lit up like a star and in a split second the girls pushed out the hardest they could and simultaneously released an enormous turbo fart the likes of which they had never conjured before. The force of the blast destroyed the bookshelf that Dalores was leaned up against, along with the other bookshelves behind it. Their continuous fart released a cloud so large that it spread everywhere across the school, going from the library to the main hall, to the kitchens, the dungeons, the classrooms, the house dormitories, the headteachers office you name it! Outside, one could just view the castle from a distance and see nothing but clouds of brown, putrid gas exploding out of every window, every door and every nook and cranny in the architecture of Hogwarts. Even the secret entrances that lead to other places in Hogsmeade and Hagrid’s hut among others were filled with nauseous flatulence. The black lake also boiled from the gas they unleashed, causing several fish and mermaids to float up to the surface incapacitated. This was caused possibly by the gas escaping through other secret entrances or through the plumbing of the castle that lead to the lake.
The inside of the castle had become blanketed by mists of thick brown methane. So thick that it would be impossible for anyone to see anything within a few inches of view, if the strength of the gas didn't burn the occupants eyes first. After so many minutes, the cloud dissipated enough to reveal the carnage inside the library. Everything behind the girls was destroyed, save for the wall that had one Professor Umbridge embedded into it.
“I... Will... Have... Order...!” she faintly muttered as her overweight body caused her to slip out of the shape in the wall and make her fall down on her face before passing out. Betty and Rebecca, however, were still standing the same way they were before. Though the only major difference was that their panties were loaded slightly with mess, making them droop slightly at the back and revealing the tops of their butt cracks. The girls held their noses, trying to block out the smell around them.
“I might have forgotten to mention, that the aftereffect of the potion causes the user to poo themselves immediately after use!” Rebecca said to Betty shamefully.
“Ugh! You could have warned me of that before now. These panties weren't cheap y'know!” Betty replied with frustration while she felt the large bulge at the back of her panties.
“Oh well. “Accidents” happen unfortunately.” Rebecca replied as she turned to look at the carnage behind them. Both the girls awed at how powerful their last spell was and how much damage it caused to their side of the library. Probably more so for how much force the blowback caused their hated foe to fly back and hit the wall, leaving a human sized mark. They sensed they were going to be in a whole world of trouble with the rest of the school when they found out about how they dropped a nuclear bombs worth of flatulence inside the Hogwarts castle. Though at least now they didn't have to suffer an evening of torture at the hands of Professor Umbridge.
“I think we better apparate ourselves out of here quick before the rest of the school realizes the cause of all this.” Said Betty.
“Maybe we should sneak into the Prefects Bathroom along the way so we can change out of our poop-filled knickers?” replied Rebecca, lifting her soiled panties up a bit from the side, making some shit fall out.
“Yeah okay. Let’s just hope the prefects themselves aren't hanging about the place when we get there.”
With those last words from Betty, the pair held each other by the shoulders and teleported out of the Hogwarts library with apparition, leaving their carnage behind for someone else to clean up.