Ginny's Discovery
When she’d finished, Hermione opened her eyes and looked again at Ginny. Ginny was staring into Hermione’s lap, where trickles of pee were still dribbling to the floor. Hermione didn’t know what to say.
“I liked that,” Ginny said, looking up at last.
“Did you?” Hermione whispered, conscious that they were still in the library, checking to see if anyone was nearby. It seemed they were alone.
“Perfect Hermione, losing control? Course I did,” said Ginny. “Looked like you liked it as well,” she added, with a little grin.
Hermione blushed. “It—er—yes, I suppose I did,” she said, “it felt quite good.”
“I bet it did,” said Ginny.
Hermione moved to take up her wand and vanish the mess.
“Wait,” said Ginny, “don’t.”
“What?” said Hermione.
“Don’t vanish it,” said Ginny, “I like the way it looks. I like the way you look—soaked.”
Hermione stared. “You like—?”
“Yeah, I like it,” said Ginny, “here, come with me. Quick, so no one sees.”
Ginny picked up all her papers and threw them into her bag, then helped Hermione do the same. As soon as that was done, she took Hermione by the hand and, Hermione looking around for onlookers, speedwalked out of the library and down the hall, finally leading Hermione into an empty classroom.
Hermione watched as Ginny pulled down the blinds on the door and tapped the handle with her wand, locking it. Then she turned to Hermione, who, still wet from pee, and now wet from the thrill as well, was standing in the center of the room.
Ginny approached her, and Hermione stayed still, unsure what to expect.
“Can I feel it?” Ginny whispered when she was close enough that Hermione could feel her breath on her cheek.
“Yes,” Hermione breathed back.
At once, Ginny’s hand was between Hermione’s legs, stroking first her inner thighs, then, as Hermione trembled, up along her crease, towards her clit. Ginny squeezed—not hard, but hard enough for Hermione to gasp with pleasure, and for some drops of piss that her trousers had been holding onto to spatter onto the floor. Ginny moaned. Hermione now couldn’t stop herself rocking back and forth on Ginny’s hand.
“You’re dirty, Hermione.” Ginny said into her ear, and Hermione groaned. “Oh, you like that? You like being told how dirty you are when you’ve just pissed yourself in front of me? You couldn’t control yourself, just like how you can’t control yourself now. I’m not even moving my hand.”
She wasn’t. Hermione was rutting helplessly against Ginny’s strong fingers, feeling waves of pleasure building between her legs as her trousers reheated just at the crotch from all the juices she was dripping in her arousal.
Ginny pushed Hermione back so she was leaning against a desk and spread her legs apart. Keeping her hand where it was, she straddled Hermione’s thigh with both of her own. Hermione whimpered, feeling Ginny’s heat squeezing her wet leg.
“I wonder if you’d like it if I pissed on you,” Ginny said musingly. Hermione felt Ginny’s thighs clench around hers, and she could hardly breathe from the pleasure and anticipation. She couldn’t believe Ginny was in front of her, suggesting such a thing, after she’d watched Hermione lose control.
“Please,” Hermione gasped out, all she could manage.
Ginny smiled and stilled. Hermione held her breath, waiting. She even stopped her jerky movements. And then she felt it—hot, wet, pouring down her thigh from where Ginny stood straddling her. She looked down and watched in awe as Ginny’s trousers darkened, a stain spreading down from the middle, little streams shooting out and audibly hissing, spattering on the floor. Ginny moaned again, eyes closed, tilting her head back in satisfaction, and Hermione jerked against her hand again and came in a sudden wash of intense pleasure and heat, clamping down on Ginny’s hand.
When Hermione opened her eyes, Ginny was watching her with satisfaction.
“Well done,” she said as she pushed the last spurt of piss out of her. Hermione felt it, one last patch of heat on her leg.
The next morning, still aglow from the prior night’s activities, Hermione awoke planning to replicate yesterday’s morning wetting, but when she started moving around, touching herself, lost in pleasurable imaginings, she realized that her need to pee was not her only urge this morning. She needed a shit, too. When she thought about it, she hadn’t gone yesterday, and so this morning, her bowels were uncomfortably full. She wasn’t even sure she could piss without accidentally letting out her poop at the same time. But then she began to consider: why shouldn’t she? Those witches and wizards of long ago hadn’t just been peeing. They’d had all the same bodily needs as she did. And poop was messier in some ways—nice to have a vanishing spell handy for that.
The longer she considered, the more intense and urgent her need grew. It was still early enough in the morning that no one else was awake. She felt a shiver of excitement at the idea of trying this new accompaniment to her piss adventures.
This time, she decided to just sit up in bed and let it happen while she read over her Charms notes in preparation for that day’s class. So she propped herself up on her pillows, puller her notes in front of her, and began to read.
It wasn’t long before her body took charge. She couldn’t hold back any longer. It started with the hiss of pee shooting from her and puddling, warm and comfortable, beneath the seat of her pajamas. She was tucked under her blankets today, and she couldn’t resist peeking beneath to see her own jet as she peed in her pants. And then, before she was done emptying her bladder, she felt the poop breach her entrance. Because she was sitting up, it had nowhere to go, so she lifted her bum cheek so that it could exit. She groaned, pushing down as she released the first log, which she could feel resting against her ass cheek. At its release, a huge stream of pee sprayed out of her, and she rubbed herself frantically, totally unable to hold back the second log, softer than the first, which mashed up over the surface of her bum. She sighed, and sat back into it, then ground herself up against it, so that she could feel the warm soft mush all over her mixing with the wet of her piss.
She’d been worried she’d find this one step too far. But she found that the knowledge of her ability to vanish it all meant that she could enjoy the sensations without caring about the mess. So she rocked back and forth a bit, feeling the hot mushiness beneath her, and couldn’t help putting her fingers down her panties to find herself slick and ready. It took only a couple of minutes circling and rubbing at her clit to reach her peak, and she orgasmed in her messy bed hard, pussy pulsing over and over. At last, satiated and relieved, she waved her wand and was back in clean sheets at once.