Hermione felt a bit silly standing over the toilet to pee. And she was a little worried about getting pee on her pants.
But she wanted to practice using her She-Wee and she just didn’t feel brave enough to piss in places that weren’t a bathroom.
So Hermione stood with her legs spread, one hand holding the little funnel in place against her pussy.
She was doing her best impression of a guy at a urinal, and she was glad no one was there to see it.
Hermione really needed to pee. She’d been drinking water all day. She was crossing her legs and fidgeting in her seat just a minute ago. But now? It wouldn’t come out.
All of a sudden she was pee shy.
Hermione was ready to give up. Put the She-Wee away and just sit on the toilet to piss.
But she heard someone the bathroom door. Someone else was in the bathroom.
Hermione froze in the stall. Even though whoever was there couldn’t possibly know what she was doing, Hermione felt so embarrassed.
Then she heard laughing and talking. Voices she recognized.
“I thought I saw Granger come in here!” Daphne said.
“Granger, is that you?” Millicent banged on her stall door.
The metal walls around her shook and creaked ominously. Hermione jumped. And unfortunately, she finally peed a little.
At least she was still holding tight to the She-Wee. The dribble came out the tip and splashed onto the floor by her foot.
Hermione squeezed her thighs together. Now that the seal was broken and her pussy was wet with piss the feeling of needing to pee was almost unbearable.
But she just couldn’t make herself let it out.
All she could do was hold onto the She-Wee for dear life so when she did finally pee, she wouldn’t wet her pants.
But her bullies on the other side of the stall door had other plans.
She heard someone go into the stall next to her.
“Granger, look up!” Daphne laughed from outside the stall.
Pansy had climbed on top of the toilet and used it to climb on top of the metal stall walls.
Hermione looked up to see Pansy sitting over the edge, her bare ass hovering into Hermione’s stall.
It was a balancing act. Pansy carefully holding herself up with one hand on the solid back wall of the bathroom and one tightly gripping the metal wall she sat on.
Hermione couldn’t look away. Even when Pansy lifted her ass on one side to get her hips at a better angle to hit Hermione.
All Hermione saw was Pansy’s bare pussy right over her head.
But then all she saw was Pansy’s full bladder, coming down on her.
Hermione tried to move out of the way of Pansy’s stream, but there was nowhere to go.
If she left the stall Millicent and Daphne were waiting for her. So she was trapped, being pissing on.
At least Hermione wasn’t feeling pee shy anymore. She was finally ready to relieve herself.
But then her foot slipped in Pansy’s piss on the floor and she dropped her She-Wee in the toilet.
Hermione started to panic. It was too late to stop herself from peeing. It was coming now. Should she pull her pants down? Sit on the toilet?
She didn’t want to have her pants down with her bullies here. But she also didn’t want to pee her pants with them here either.
Hermione didn’t get to choose. Or maybe she chose to wet herself. Because she stood there in front of the toilet while Pansy finished her piss on top of her, and she peed.
Hermione felt wet from Pansy. Her hair was dripping pee and her shirt and pants were damp. But she wasn’t soaked.
Hermione’s piss soaked her pants. Her crotch was completely soaked through all the way across her thighs and it spread even further down her legs to her ankles.
She panicked at the pool of pee around her feet that continued to spread, even after Pansy finished peeing. Long after she got down from the stall and was back on the floor with her friends.
Could they see the puddle getting bigger? Did they know she was peeing?
Hermione waited for them to say something.
But instead she was surprised by another shower of piss from above.
Hermione was so surprised she slipped in the growing puddle and fell on the floor, while she was still peeing.
She hadn’t noticed Daphne climb up on the stall wall and take Pansy’s place.
Daphne didn’t care that Hermione fell. She laughed and kept pissing on her while she was on the floor.
From down here, Hermione could see Pansy and Millicent though the huge gap under the stall door.
Millicent was smirking down at her, no doubt ready to empty her bladder on Hermione too.
Hermione rolled over, trying to shield herself from Daphne’s stream. But all she managed to do was mop up some of the floor piss with the dry spots on her clothes.
She was still fully under the spray of Daphne’s piss.
Daphne finished emptying her bladder and climbed off the stall.
Hermione tried to brace herself for Millicent to climb up next.
But she watched Pansy whisper something in Millicent’s ear. She laughed and left the bathroom. To Hermione’s surprise, without pissing on her.
But something in her stomach twisted. Millicent wouldn’t just not pee on her. Unless she was peeing somewhere worse.
Hermione got up from the piss puddle and tentatively opened the door.
Pansy and Daphne took in her appearance, completely soaked from head to toe in piss, and burst out laughing.
“At least you have extra clothes in your gym locker.” Daphne reminded her.
Hermione almost felt grateful. She could run to the locker room. Change into dry clothes. But then she realized where Millicent was.
Pansy smirked.
“Not extra dry clothes though.”