What a Witch Wants
Chapter Ten: How Cho Earned Her Fame As a Farting Girl
Cho saw Penelope Clearwater emerging from a stall one day in her fourth-year at Hogwarts. Penelope was a seventh-year and Head Girl to boot.
Suddenly Cho's butt felt like it woulcn't let her take another step without splurting its contents all over the inside of her panties. Rather than allow this to happen, she shoved into the stall ahe had come out of.
"What are you doing?" Penelope asked.
"Pooping on you," said Cho.
"Oh," Penelope said. "I'm not sure I'd be all for that."
"Too bad," Cho said, squishing her butt around on Penelope's face. "I'm doing it anyway."
"Er, well…couldn't we at least go to another stall? I just used this one."
"Oh, is that what's bothering you?" said Cho. "Sure, we can do that, but my butt isn't going to retain its excrement or gasses much longer."
Cho brought Penelope to her feet and steered her out of that stall. Then thinking quickly, she pointed her wand at the bathroom door and exclaimed, "Colloportus!"
"There. Now no one can get at us."
Cho then pulled Penelope toward an adhacent stall. At the last second Penelope bit Cho on the neck and hurried in the direction of the door. Extricating her wand from her dress robes, she muttered, "Aloho-!"
"No!" Cho thundered, pushing Penelope to the ground and plopping her posterior in the blond girl's face. She farted for twelve minutes straight, her flatulence getting progressively more noisome.
"Oh, that feels so much better. We don't even need a stall; though the girl who comes in here next won't like the poop on the floor, which will roll off you when I'm done."
"What are you doing this to me for?" Penelope inquired.
"I just thought I'd try it. And gosh, it feels good."
"There are toilets to do this on."
"Yes, but toilets don't have soft features, aren't kissable by other girls, and don't have hair for poop to cling to. Also, forcing a toilet to swallow feces isn't as much fun as doing so to another girl."
"If this is your first time doing it, and you haven't pooped on me yet, you might not enjoy it."
"It's not my first time. I went on Padma Patil before. And Daphne Greengrass. Susan ones has done it to me. I couldn't say no to her. Susan Bones could do anything to me, and I wouldn't protest. Even give me a black eye or cut gashes into my skin with a knife."
"Okay, if that's your idea of a good time, I'd rather not be aroundyou," Penelope said.
"Give my poop a chance first. You might like it."
"I won't."
"What are you afraid of? I don't have worms."
"Smelling it is the problem."
"You didn't object to my fart."
"I was too busy savoring your delicious butt to worry about the gas you spewed out on me. I might write a poem about your butt. Gosh it's so enticing! However, that does not mean I'd enjoy it raining feces down on me."
"Yes, it does."
"No," Penelope said.
"Too bad. You're taking it anyway."
And with that, Cho tickled Penelope's chin and a load of feces tumbled into the blond girl's awaiting mouth, drenching her tongue with solids of matter which alarmed Penelope's nose, and kept her tongue from washing over Cho's posterior.
Cho let her feces splash Penelope's school robes as well. She ignored the raps on the bathroom door. "No one's getting in to save you," Cho said, gleefully.
Tewo hours ensued in which Cho showered Penelope with her poop. She felt extremely pleased with herself as she stretched at the end of it. Penelope had been conquered.
"Could you go back to farting for awhile?" Penelopeasked.
"You actually like my fart?"
"Better than feces," said Penelope.
"Come on, my poop must thrill your taste buds more than something like apple pie, for insstance."
"Yeah, sure. I'd much rather consume your malodorous excrement than a delicious apple pie."
"You don't have to be sarcastic with me," Cho said, unleashingfour quick volleys of horrendous farts, at the end of which Penelope was gaggingprofusely. "Now that's a sound I love to hear. Positive retching as stuff coming out of my butt invading your nostrils."
"But I want them to, Cho sweet. A Head Girl doesn't get farted on by one such as you every day, you know. And your butt—gosh. It's so soft and sweet. If I could marry it, I would."
"Really now?" Cho asked, eyebrows raised.
"Yeah. I could lick it forever."
"Your tongue would get tired eventually," said Cho. "And oomph, I've got tons of fart to release. Be prepared for hours of it ceaselessly pummeling your nose with their nastiness."
"Bring it on," Penelope said.
So Cho, in the midst of giving Penelope tushings by rubbing her butt over the contours of Penelope's cheeks, released farts of various degrees of magnitude, some of which caused the girl under her to smile; others which caused Penelope to enter upon heavy coughing fits.
After eight hours of this, Cho sighed. "Now there's only onething left to do to marky you as mine. Diarrhea."
"Oh no way. Feces is one thing. Your fart can come outon me in waves and oceans. I'd even soak up a golden shower or two from you, twice a day if you wanted. But I will not take your diarrhea, under any circumstances."
"I'm sorry, that is not an answer I can accept."
Cho leaned forward and released a huge dab of liquid feces on Penelope's neck.
"Cease this now you fifteen-year-old poop-loving witch!"
"I'm fourteen," Cho said. "And I need to diarrhea. Now"
"I don't want ti," Penelope said.
Cho laughed. "Liar."
She let her diarrhea emerge in a downpour across {enelope's body, turning heroverwhen her front size wascompletely surbmerged, and then diarrheaing in Penelope's hair for thirteen minutes withouttaking a break, even for a second.
"Are you enjoying that?"
"I think you know the answer to—" Penelope started to say, when liquid feces plummeted into her mouth, interrupting her.
Cho roved her butt around Penelope's chin, farting merrily.
It was only after she had spent twelve hours on Penelope that Cho finally got up and stretched. "You are by far the most pleasant girl I've done this to date," Cho said. "Ee should do this again."
"Any time you desire it, Cho," Penelope said.
"Really? You mean that, honestly and truly?"
"Well, as long as we're not in a public place. If we are and you need to go, drag me to a secret corridor, a hidden passageway, or an empty classrom if you can."
"You really are serious about this," Cho said, bemusedly.
"Of course I am," Penelope said. "It's my last year here. It's nice to know that some girl at Hogwarts loves me enough to do this."
"It will be my constant pleasure to do this to you again and again."
"Can't wait," Penelope said.
There was a rapping on the door. "Why is this bathroom locked?" came a voicefrom the other side.
"Ask the Grey Lady to enter it and find out what she can," said another voice.
One girl gave a kick on the other side of the door but it didn't budge. Cho listened till she was certain they were gone.
"What say you we ensure that when they return, all they find is an unlocked room with feces on the floor?"
"Let's do it," Penelope said. Cho urinated on her stomach and back, though she left the diarrhea splattered across Penelope's hairas it was.
Then they left the bathroom, leaving the door wide open, giggling as they hurried back to Ravenclaw Tower together.
Over the course of the remainder of the school year, Cho spent many hours using Penelope as a toilet, in places unseen by others.
In the middle of April, Cho was diarrheaing on Penelope exuberantly, when Hermione pulled apart the tapestry behind which they were engaging in this activity.
"Oh sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt…wait, are you defecating on her?"
:Already did that," Cho said unabashedly. "Now I'm emitting a much more potent and smelly substance."
"Could I…have a taste?"
"This is for Penelope," Cho said. "But you can lick my toes if you want."
"I'd like nothing more."
Cho slipped her left foot out of her shoe and pulled her sock off, gazing up at Hermione wistfully. Then she stuck her bare foot in the air, her inviting toes causing Hermione's mouth to water in anticipation.
One by one, Hermione slathered Cho's toes with her saliva. And Cho farted loudly and extensively on Penelope while this was being done.
"Are you absolutely sure you won't let me taste your feces, too?" Hermione asked.
"They're for Penelope," Cho insisted. "It's up to her."
Cho got off Penelope's face so that Hermione could supply her question to the girl under her.
"Sure, I'd love to have your tongue touch my bare skin, once it has imbibed Cho's delicious feces," Penelope said.
Hermione gleefully consume the pop and diarrhea hertonguecame across, while Cho released farts on Penelope's lower chest. Then when Hermione had reached the blond girl's elbow, savoring the feces there, Cho pounced on her, pinning her to the ground and unleashing a frat that smelled like salmon, zucchini, and peasant all dipped in brackish water, with a bit of cement and sulfur dioxide. These farts keptcoming until Penelope began crying, claiming that Cho was betraying her by using Hermione as a toilet instead of her.
Cho slapped Penelope on the side of thehead but that only served to cause the blond gitl to sob ever more vociferously. Then Cho sat on her lips and farted in a crescendo. That at last got Penelope to cease her overwrought emotion at Hermione being subjected to the very act she had come to believe was for her to take in, And her alone.
Hermione began tiptoeing away, but Cho grabbed her arm. "I'll fart on you later," she whispered in Hermione's ear.
And Cho kept to that promise, farting on Hermione on ten different occasions before the culmination of that term. But that was nowhere near as frequently as she did that to Penelope. Percy was heard sometimes to complain of his girlfriend not taking a bath often enough, "despite the fact that as Head Boy and Head Girl, we haveaccess to the prefects' bathroom, where you can take long, satisfying bubble baths."
During the week Penelope had to take her N.E.W.T.'s, Cho couldn't use her as a fart recipient much. She was testy and claimed she needed to study despite knowing much of her clas material backward and forward. Hermione on the other hand, who was a studywort, still allowed Cho to shower her with feces or diarrhea and fart on her without holding back.
When Penelope had cleared her final N.E.W.T., she sighed with relief, She could return to being Cho's toilet. When she learned that Cho hadn't reserved her excretions for her, to come out in hurricane levels, she was furious. Cho had to promise to not get off her for three days straight to calm her down.
And then there was the looming prospect of Penelope's graduation.
"What are you going to do next year, when I'll have graduated? I won't be at Hogwarts anymore."
"I'll come up with something," Cho said.
On the ride back to King's Cross station aboard the Hogwarts express, Cho and Penelope found a compartment to themselves and Cho kept farting the entire ride ove. "Sorry to only give you my gas," Cho said. "But it would be detrimental to let the woman who pushes around the snack trolley to find my feces on the seat. So fart only for now."
She did, however, have to urinate down Cho's neck and blouse when the train pulled to a halt, to cure the blond seat whe Penelope stood up but Cho shrugged it off.. Some of the urine got on the girl's fart paralysis
They shared a tear-filled farwell at the train station.
Midway in the summer, Penelope received the following letter by own-post:
Dear Penelope,
I'm sending you this owl in the hopes that you still want me to fart on you. I've got a lot of fart to release. Like, a ton. But I'm taking an anti-farting pill to hold it in until I see you again.
Now I know you can just Apparate to where I am, but you surely don't want me to fart on you so recently after graduating. However, I have a proposition.
Next year, I can tell you when all the Hosmeade weekends wil be scheduled, and we can meet there for me to continue farting on you. I'll cease to take the anti-fartging pils on each Hogwarts morning, and my flatulence will come out in abudncane.
Please tell me you love this idea. I had so much fun using you as a toile this past year; I don't want to lose that.
From,
Cho
The girl who loves to fart—most particularly on you!
That was how that November, Penelope Clearwater Apparated right outside The Three Broomsticks to wait for Cho to show up.
Cho presently did so andthey approached Madame Rosmerta, the hostess of that diner slash inn.
"Yes, I agree That arrangements can be made forthat," Ros,erta said. "But are youcertain the bathroom won't do? It's nice for such things."
"It would interfere with my own fart to do it there," said Cho. "Penelope doesn't need competing smells vying for her attention. She's gotto focus on what I do to her rather than have her attention allured elsewhere."
"Very well," said Madam Rosmerta. "You may do it behind a curtain. That pink one over there." She pointed with her wand at a hot pink piece of linen covering four foot space.
"We might require more cover than that."
Madam Rosmerta waved her wand, muttering, "
The pink curtain expanded by four feet.
"Will that do?" Rosmerta asked.
"Quite nicely," saud Cho, leading Penelopetoward that area.
Cho ripped out farts with extreme force on Penelope, having storedsome ofthem for months (though she occasionally broke down and flooded Hermione with her flatulence, a fact which she was not going to enlighten Penelope with, as the latter might break down in tears again).
When she was in the midst of a long, long fart which smelled of sugar quills and roast beef mixed with butter-drenched noodles, but tasted like earwax and sawdust flavored Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans, Rosmerta stepped behind the curtain and waited for the fart to culminate, before speaking.
"Some of my customers are complaining about the smell," Madam Rosmerta said. "I can't allow the complaints to be kept up. Something's got to be done."
"So I should just cease farting? But I've got three months of fart in me! It's got to come out!"
"Unless a solution can be found…"
"What's the problem?" Hermione asked, coming up.
"She's about to scare my customers away, from the odors her butt is releasing."
"I can cast the Engorgement Charm," Hermione said. "Make it where you're large enough to stuff everyone in here in your panties and fart on them."
"It'll just be temporary, won't it?" Cho asked.
"Quite."
"Get all the non-Hogwarts people away. And anyone who isn't a student. I don't want to have teachers up my rear end."
"Rosmerta can handle it. She's so excited to have a farting girl in the Three Broomsticks. Seems it hasn't happened in twenty years or so."
"Listen up!" Madam Roserta called to the diner at large. "All adults must evacuate The Three Broomsticks for the time being. This includes over seventeens. If you have a room booked here, you can go up there to wait for reopening. But for now, no one in the dining hall except those aged sixteen and younger."
"I'm going to have a blast," Cho said, as Madam Rosmerta ushered the adults out of the dining hall. Some trudged upstairs, wondering what was going on.
Then Hermione pointed her wand at Cho, gave the motion of a windshield wiperclkearing rain, and then a hab, saying, Engorgio!"
Cho expanded to become twenty feet tall, with a roomy rear end. She reached out a giant paw to pick up Penelope, who was still behind the curtain, and shoved her down into her panties. She grabbed two girls chatting animatedly over butterbeer at a nearby table, unleashing the biggest fart that had emerged from her posterior up to that point. Grabbing Draco Malfoy, she squeezed him and pushed him into her panties as he struggled, receiving a bite from him which was like a toothpick having pricked her finger.
Suddenly students were dashing for the door. Cho missed grabbing Katie Bell by inches, but she snatched up several others, including Daphne Greengrass, Victor Krum, Fleur Delacour, and two Beauxbatons girls who had cried at not being chosen to be their school's champion, stuffing them down and wedging them between her posterior and carnation pink panties, letting the diarrhea she had reserved for Penelope cascade over them.
At one table she felt someone but didn't see anyone there. She was puzzled by this when Harry Potter decided to pull off his Invisibility Cloak and reveal himself. She lifted him and a redheaded girl who was tiptoeing away, hammering them into the cavity with the others just as her butt decided it wanted to be Niagara Falls with her excrement.
The Head Girl who had succeeded Penelope Clearwater, was edging her way around tables in a crouch. Her name was Liberty Godwina, and Cho delighted in having the opportunity to caprture her.
Lifting the girl up to her face, Cho smiled, saying, "Hi there."
"What the effin' hell do you think you are doing?" theHead Girl asked, as Cho dangled her upside down, causing her to swing around the room a couple of feet below the ceiling.
"Farting on everyone I can, of course," Cho said. "My fart is for all who would appreciate it, as well as many who won't."
"I can just Apparate away, you know," Liberty said defiantly.
"You'd be in as much pain as if you jumped from this height," Cho said. "But by all means, do so if you wish."
"How do you know about my Apparition history/" Liberty inquired.
"Penelope Clearwater told me."
"Fuck her," Liberty said. Cho just smiled and reached around toward her panty flap, then shoved Liberty down, right where her anus was, just a second before she released a gargantuan fart that had Liberty gasping for air.
All in all twenty-seven people littered the depths of Cho's buttocks, receiving the farts and other substances she emitted, whether welcome or undesired.
After two hours, however, Madam Rosmerta said she really neededto open the diner again. "I would you let you carry on for hours more, but it's not good business to deny potential customers the right to come in. As it is I'll have to tell somefib about a birthday party for my niece. Velice is such an impish little girl, peope can believe that tale, much more readily than the truth."
"I've got boat and train-fuls more to unload!" Cho complained.
"Well, you're going to have to do it at regular size then, and somewhere where it won't be driving others to think negatively of The Three Broomsticks."
"I'm not losing future customers!" Madam Rosmerta said. She pointed her wand at Harry and Ginny and said, "Obliv—!"
A white Patronus sauntered forth, startling Rosmerta. Then iot vanished.
"What was that?" Rosmerta asked.
"Never mind," Hermione said. "Here coime Melinda Bobbin and Terry Boot."
"Weren't Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley there a moment ago?"
"No, no, Rosmerta," Hermione said. "Harry's Hogwarts Champion. He's at the castle, solving the next clue. And Ginny decoded not to come this time. She's got a report due for Defense Against the Dark Arts to work on. She's been putting it off but Moody's expecting it on Monday, so…"
Hermione was desperately hoping Rosmerta wouldn't spot the fleeing backs that were running from the Three Broomsticks, one with short, unkempt black hair, the other with long, lush crimson locks.
"Obliviate!" Rosmerta said, jabbing her wand in the direction of Melinda and Terry, who were racing for the door.
They had blank looks on their faces as they left the diner.
"Where were we just now?" Fred asked.
George shrugged.
"Let's go to Zonko's," said Fred. "Pick up some merchandise."
""Yes, and after that, Honeydukes. For some reason my nose feels like it's vclogged up with a nasty stench. Perhaps the aroma of chocolate and cinnamon will allieviate it."
The twins exited the Three Broomsticks.
It was half an hour before Cho's panties were emptied of their human companions. Some of them looking Confunded, swaying as they walked, rather than Obliviated.. Leanne and Katie Bell decided to head for Hogwarts early to get a good bath. And Rosmerta continuously erased the event of having been in close quarters to Cho's posterior from everyone's minds, except Penelope Clearwater's.
"I made you large enough to fart on as many schoolmates as came to the Three Broomsticks. The least you could do is fart on me."
"Is that what you really want?" Cho asked, more for Penelope's benefit than to discover Hermione's desires, as she already knew from how lovingly Hermione's tongue caressed her posterior, that she would have sold a House-Elf into slavery to experience more of it.
Hermione nodded. "Your butt is so cute. Everyone else got to taste your fart. Why am I left out? It's not fair!" She was really lathering the histrionics on thick, as Cho had utilized her in that way oft and again in the last several months.
"I'll fart on you, I will!" Cho said.
"Let me get you three a room," said Madam Rosmerta.
"Nah," Penelope said, vehemently. "I've done sharing Cho's bposterior. All her fart should be mine! Go away, Hermione."
"Penelope.,, if you're going to act like that, you don't deserve my fart," Cho said, grabbing Hermione's arm and following Rosmerta.
"Hey, don't leave me likethis, Cho!" Penelope pleaded.
"You are not being kind, Penelope. See you later."
"Wait! I've got to have your fart! Cho, have mercy!"
"I'll figure out a way we can engagwe in that activity unhindered, Penelope. But right now, I owe Hermione for her impressive spellwork."
By then Cho and Hermione had reached the second floor landing and Rosmerta headed toward a room, key held out.
"Fart all you want," Rosmerta said, as the two girls went in. If I get any complaints, I'll tell them to stuff it. Girls' fart is glorious. I wishh it would be remitted in my diner every day."
"Someone's happy," Hermione remarked, as Rosmertta cloed the door.
"Quick, on the bed/. My butt's about to let loose tons and tons of gas," Cho said. Hermione complied happily.
"It's been three hours already," Hermione said.
"What, don't you like my fart?"
"Cho, I love, love, LOVE your fart, but Filch will be shutting the gates of Hogwarts if we're out too long, so we'd best go back….
"We could spare fifteen more minutes, couldn't we? I've got some seriously huge farts threatening to emerge in the next few minutes..don't want have them coming out on the empty air."
"All right," Hermione said. "Fifteen minutes. But not a second more."
Cho beamed at her, then resumed farting.
She hadn't been kidding when she forewarned Hermione of the massiveness of her next several farts. Hermione nearly gagged on one, yet she fought the relex. She wanted to inhale every last particle of Cho's fart while she had the opportunity, since Cho seemed more keen on farting on Penelope Clearwater than on Hermione.
They ducked around a pillar on the way to Ravenclaw Tower. Hermione pointed her wand at herself and said, "Pequenodify!" She shrunk down to eight inches high. Then Cho pulled down her panties and Hermione climbed inside. Immediately Cho released the cutest fart Hermione had ever known to erupt on her, and this one splashed her entire body.
Then Cho got Hermione out, used the spell Hermione gave her (which took a couple of tries, as Cho messed up the wand position the first time,), and then both of them hurried back to the castle, racing along, two very happy girls, one a farter and one a fartee.
"
Engorgio!" Hermion e exclaimed. CFho suddenly looked like herself except seventeen feet tall. Her pants looked like it had room for at least fifty students.
Cho did so. Hermione could smell it as well as hear it. She livcked her lips, suddenly feeling encvious of those in Cho's panties. She considered asking to be put there herself..she coud stop any biters, yjpihj Hermione was sure most of those in Cho's panties weould be gagging son…her farts were starting to get raunchy…and Hermioner wasn't even close enough to really be smelling tjheir goodness…"
Cho farted on Penelope relentlessly, vehemengtly, hard lous farts, loud farts, long farts, cute farts, bubbly farts, creepy farts that tickled Penelope's backbone, delicious farts that caused her to alight on heaven, gross farts that nearly caused her to vomit. But she did not complain. Not once. And when Cho deigned to poop in Penelope's mouth, the latter couldn't have been gladder.