Wicked witch's fart cushion.

Made this out of lack of thess kind of stories.

Harry has a curse out on him when he is young and with badass powers also bring some unwanted side affects.

Read at own risk

Chapter 1

Harry had a weird life. Foster home to foster home all were similar. The females take turns farting on him and the males seem to not even realize it happens. The female could have had an empty stomach but the second bare skin touched Harry she felt the inevitable cloud of gas build up in her stomach.

2 year old Harry was fostered by a witch. Much too young to recall the events. He was adopted by a witch for 6 months and returned to a different orphanage in Italy.

They were confused by the strange markings on his body.

Harry had ruins tattooed on his body. 5 on his right arm, 3 invisible ones on his face and another invisible one on his chest over his heart. The witch wanted to protect the boy but decided to have some fun with him as well.

Unknown to all they gave him a protection.

Black- sap life force from living things.

White- turn his skin as hard as diamonds.

Red- created an invisible field of magic that caused anyone with a dark mark to feel a Crucio.

Blue- turn Harry invisible to anything. ( sight, sounds, ect.)

Green- healing and magic recharge. Most spells used on Harry are absorbed and broken down to its basic magic. He can call on this power when needed.

3 year old Harry was found in front of an orphanage by a man working there. "Hey little guy." He said smiling. The letter said his name and to take care of him.

A day later the middle aged woman who worked with the children had touched Harry to wake him up.

She felt the rumbling in her stomach and looked at the waking up Harry.

She pulled up her dress revealing her pale blue panties. "Hush little Harry, I need this badly." She said plopping her giant rear on Harry's unsuspecting face.

Harry's screams of shock was muffled by the large amount of assfat crushing his face. The first fart was loud and smelt ranced. "Let me go!" Harry screamed under his prison. He felt sick as the smell hit his nose.

"Almost done sweetie. This is helping my sore tummy." She said grinding herself into him. His nose was right on her puckering anal ring when she released her final 20 second fart right up his nostrils.

She got up and pulled her dress down. She turned and kissed Harry on the cheek. Her graying hair now it's original brown and her face void of wrinkles. The scent of her bum was stuck in his nose. "Now go take a shower young man. You smell rancid." She didn't even recall the 10 minute farting session she just blasted at the poor boys face.

Harry didn't realize he just learned how to read. The exchange for youth was knowledge and any woman that farted on Harry gave him the knowledge that would help him in life. The reason the youth didn't drain him was the horcrux in his scar. The witch knew to get rid of it without harming Harry was to drain its power. It had so much raw energy that the draining tattoo was always overloaded with energy.

Harry was adopted by a couple when he was 8, both female. One was a teacher at Harvard university and the other was an engineer for Lamborghini.

"Hey little guy, I'm Fanny what's your name?" Fanny asked smiling.

"I'm Harry. Nice to meet you."

"You want to come live with me and my wife?" Fanny said bending down to his height. She had long black hair in a high ponytail and bright blue eyes.

Harry nodded shyly. He was in a green long sleeve shirt with gloves, long pants and black shoes. He didn't want them to touch his skin it caused them to sit on him. Years of being a human seat cushion had made him question his feelings about it.

"Well Harry this is my wife Rose. We're your new mommies." Fanny said smiling.

Her wife had dirty blonde hair tied in a braid and green eyes. Rose's eyes seemed caring yet stern. "Hello."

Harry was walked to the yellow Lamborghini. "Wow. Is this a real Lamborghini?" Harry asked touching the side of the car.

"Yep pulled straight off the belt. Company doesn't like giving me a raise so they give me a free lease each year." Fanny said opening the door for Harry.

"You make 250,000€ after taxes as is. We have enough money Fanny Armaletale." Rose said like she was speaking to a child.

"I know professor Armaletale. I don't want more either. I just think they're cheap with employees. Not everyone there gets a free Labo like your sugar momma." Fanny said grinning.

Rose would never admit to outsiders that she loved how her wife said things like this. A woman a year older than herself took a job last year at university and got gray hairs in a month. Fanny was an aspirin, a stress ball and a stiff drink all in one to her.

"Well try not to say things like that in front of Harry. He's too young to be exposed to such behavior." Rose said sternly.

"Fine. In the bedroom not the kitchen. Your kind of a ass stretto today. I better loosen it tonight." Fanny said.

Harry didn't get what was wrong about those kinds of word. He knew never to say certain things but Fanny talked like the women who fart on him. She was nice though.

Contrary to apprentice, Rose was a freak in the bedroom. Under her stern, hard exterior she was a bigger sex fiend then Fanny. She had agreed for both of them to wear matching buttplugs to work each day. Her ass was always filled with something but that didn't affect her work.

They arrived at a 2 story house and pulled into the garage. They all got out and walked Harry to his new room. It had plain tan carpet, white walls, a desk, a closet, a full-sized bed, nightstand and a dresser. "It was a guest room but now it's your new room. You can decorate it however you like." Rose said.

"Thank you."

"Now champ you need to know a few things. One always knock before entering our room. Two the room next to ours is off limits even to mommy Rose. Bed by 9 ok?" Fanny said.

"Ok." Harry said smiling. He had a home.

Ok I know this is a weird story but just go with it. Any girls you want farting on Harry review.