Normally Millicent wouldn’t bother holding in a fart just because she was in an elevator.
They way she saw it, if she was feeling generous enough to wait until she was alone to let it out and someone decided to barge through the closing doors and demand to share the cramped space with her, well then, they deserved what they got.
The only reason Millicent was holding back her fart was because Daphne and Pansy were taking the elevator with her.
But then the door opened and Granger was waiting to get in. They could all tell she was planning to let them go and wait for the next elevator.
Daphne and Pansy shared a knowing look before getting out and shoving Granger in.
The door closed with just Millicent and Hermione inside.
Millicent smiled. Her friends knew her so well.
She immediately pressed her ass against Granger’s side and let out the loud rumbling fart she’d been holding it.
Hermione could feel the vibrations against her body. And the smell. She tried to cover her nose but Millicent grabbed her wrist.
The old elevator was so slow. It didn’t even move one floor in the time Millicent squeezed out three warm farts against Hermione’s body.
She had so much time to have fun.
Millicent let out another fart.
Hermione tried to cover her nose again with her other hand but this time Millicent grabbed her by the hair and shoved her face against her clothed ass.
Millicent laughed as she farted again, this time right on Hermione’s face.
She let her go but Hermione just collapsed to the floor. There was nowhere to go. No way to escape the smell.
And Millicent knew that.
Hermione tried to breathe through her mouth but the stench of Millicent’s farts was so bad she thought she could taste it.
And Millicent took full advantage of her open mouth by turning her ass toward her face for another fart.
Hermione was positive she did taste that one.
Millicent cackled.
She treated Granger to one more long fart against her face before the elevator doors opened.
“Don’t get out with me. Stay there until the doors open again.”
Millicent laughed as the doors closed on Granger, trapping her in the little fart box.
Pansy and Daphne were right there, ready with a quickly written OUT OF ORDER sign and a roll of tape.
Hermione was finally able to hold her hands over her nose. It wasn’t as helpful as she wanted it to be.
One of Millicent’s farts was awful. A whole bunch of them was lethal. And in an enclosed space like this it was torture.
Hermione needed to get out.
She was just waiting for someone to press the button for the elevator. Anyone.
She had no idea her bullies were all laughing right outside the door, and since the elevator was “out of order” no one would push the button for very long time.