Chapter 2
Hermione thought it was by some miracle that Millicent didn’t want to give her a swirlie. But it was only because they were sharing a bed.
Millicent had other plans to torture her.
Hermione tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable on the damp, piss-soaked mattress.
It was impossible.
Then suddenly, without warning, Millicent pulled the comforter up over her head and held her under.
“Millicent? What are you—?” Hermione didn’t get to finish her question. She was cut off by a thunderous fart.
The smell was nauseating.
Hermione scrambled to shove the blanket off her but then she felt more weight on top of her. Bodies, hands. Daphne and Pansy.
Millicent let out another fart, not as loud as the first one but just as eye-watering.
Hermione felt like a rag doll as Pansy and Daphne rolled and tucked the blanket around her. Cocooning her inside her fart prison.
Hermione couldn’t get out of the blanket no matter how much she turned and kicked.
All she was doing was making herself hotter and it was already so hot under the comforter. And every time Millicent farted, Hermione swore it got even warmer.
She could hear all three girls laughing around her but she couldn’t see anything.
Hermione wasn’t sure she could see even if she was out of bed with the lights on. Her eyes stung from the stench.
She thought Millicent would get bored eventually and let her out.
But she fell asleep. Happily farting on Hermione.
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The next morning Pansy woke up feeling great.
She smirked at the lump under a blanket that was Granger, then she laughed when Millicent farted in her sleep.
She stepped out into the hall to knock on their teacher’s door and was happy to see that they were out, speaking to a group of students.
Their teacher was talking about when they’d be leaving now that the field trip was cancelled. Bad weather. Closed roads. Blah blah blah. Leaving tomorrow hopefully.
“Can I speak to you for a minute? Privately?” Pansy motioned the teacher away from the group they were talking to. But not so far away that the nosy students couldn’t eavesdrop. She smirked to herself.
“What is it Ms. Parkinson?”
“One of the girls in my room, Hermione Granger, she had an accident. She wet the bed last night.”
“Oh dear!”
Pansy could see the group whispering to each other out of the corner of her eye.
“I’ll have housekeeping send fresh sheets to your room. Please tell Ms. Granger not to worry about it!”
Pansy thanked her teacher and went back to her room. She could not keep the smug smile off her face.
The gossip about Granger’s bed wetting was already spreading.
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Granger let out a pained oof when Pansy jumped up and sat on her.
She was still trapped her blanket prison but now she was numb to the smell.
Hermione felt the familiar warmth on top of her. That liquid heat soaking the blanket and spilling over her body trapped underneath.
“How’d you sleep?” Pansy asked while she peed.
“Like a rock.” Millicent stretched and let out another fart.
“Me too.” Daphne said. “Oh I need to pee. How’s Granger holding up?”
Pansy, finished pissing on her, got up and tugged at the edge of the blanket to check.
They were immediately hit by a wave of stink. All the pent up farts from the night.
The girls gagged and held their noses.
“Wow! I didn’t know it was that bad.” Pansy almost felt sorry for Granger.
Millicent laughed.
“That’s nothing. Wait til Granger gets a taste of the shit about about to make.”
Pansy couldn’t help smirking.
The bedding was toxic and should probably be burned. Good thing she had new sheets coming.
But if the farts were this awful. The shit was going to be worse. Granger was really in for it.
“You’re gonna have a fun morning!” Pansy laughed.
After Daphne pissed on Granger, Daphne and Pansy got dressed and left in search of breakfast.
Millicent could have the hotel room all to herself for her morning shit.
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Hermione felt groggy from how little sleep she got.
And once Pansy said they were getting clean sheets, Millicent decided there was no need to drag her to the bathroom.
She could shit on her right on the bed.
Hermione hadn’t even noticed last night that Millicent was naked.
She was under the covers with her bare ass. There was nothing between her face and Millicent’s awful gas. No wonder it was so potent.
Hermione was too tired to try to get up. And Millicent happily climbed on top of her with her ass in her face.
Hermione tried to push her off but Millicent easily pinned her to the bed.
Millicent made herself comfortable with her knees on both sides of Granger’s head and her ass resting on her face. She didn’t bother trying to hover. She sat.
“Can’t breathe.” Hermione tried to say through Millicent’s ass pressing on her mouth and nose.
“I’ll give you some air.” Millicent farted.
She laughed as Hermione tried to move her face out from under her ass.
“You asked for that. Now hold still I have to shit.”
Hermione stopped struggling when she felt the warm solid press of Millicent’s shit on her nose. She was just trying not to gag.
Millicent could feel the resistance as she started to shit. Something solid blocking her log. But shit was soft. And she felt it squishing around her own asscheeks as she kept pushing.
She smiled to herself, knowing her shit was squishing and spreading over Granger’s face.
Without warning she lifted one leg and rolled Granger over onto her stomach. Then she sat on the back of her head and kept shitting.
Granger had so much hair. It would take forever to shampoo her shit out.
Millicent pressed Granger’s face into the mattress with her ass, letting her shit smear over her hair.
She lifted herself up onto her knees to finish her shit in Granger’s hair. The last little plop landed somewhere in her curls.
“Don’t worry, Granger. I won’t make you lick me clean.” Millicent laughed as she flipped Granger over again and grinded her shit-smeared ass over the front of her pajama shirt.
Granger was a mess. Everything was covered in fresh, warm shit.
Millicent cleaned herself up as much as she could by wiping with the clean parts of sheets but she needed a shower.
Millicent smirked to herself. Granger couldn’t get clean until she was done with the shower. She would have to sit there in her shit.
Millicent planned to take her time. Have a nice long hot shower.
Maybe when Pansy and Daphne got back with breakfast they’d be feeling generous enough to give her a golden shower.